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2013.08.16 15:21 slinky317 Planetside Lore: The (Un)Official Home of Planetside Fan Fiction!
A number of great fan-written stories are emerging regarding Planetside, and this is a place to archive those stories and create new ones for all to see.
2024.05.19 16:08 westcoaststrutting DIY Oil Change Strange Behavior - Any Advise?
I will try to keep this brief, and I am hoping for some advise.
2018 Rav4, performed my second oil change at home. First time I changed it, the car required more oil than the manual calls for, by about a quart. I filled to the full mark on the dipstick and wondered where I miscalculated.
Second oil change, same. Right now the oil is about the low end mark on the dipstick, with 4.6 qts added after the oil change. No oil under the car, so all 4.6 qts are in there.
Now, this is officially a thing and I need to make sense of it. Here is what I suspect: the oil pan was replaced and is not to spec. Car was bought used at about 25k miles. It had been in multiple accidents (all signs point to the prior owner being a little old lady). I know the front end was involved in one, as I had to get under the bumper and the delivery stickers for the body shop that rebuilt the front bumper were still on the inside.
I suspect the oil pan was changed, and the body shop did not get the right capacity. The bumper is not OEM and I would assume a replacement oil pan was not.
My questions: has anyone seen something similar, and also, which guidance would you follow regarding the quantity of oil? Use the dipstick markings, or the capacity in the manual?
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2018 Rav4, performed my second oil change at home. First time I changed it, the car required more oil than the manual calls for, by about a quart. I filled to the full mark on the dipstick and wondered where I miscalculated.
Second oil change, same. Right now the oil is about the low end mark on the dipstick, with 4.6 qts added after the oil change. No oil under the car, so all 4.6 qts are in there.
Now, this is officially a thing and I need to make sense of it. Here is what I suspect: the oil pan was replaced and is not to spec. Car was bought used at about 25k miles. It had been in multiple accidents (all signs point to the prior owner being a little old lady). I know the front end was involved in one, as I had to get under the bumper and the delivery stickers for the body shop that rebuilt the front bumper were still on the inside.
I suspect the oil pan was changed, and the body shop did not get the right capacity. The bumper is not OEM and I would assume a replacement oil pan was not.
My questions: has anyone seen something similar, and also, which guidance would you follow regarding the quantity of oil? Use the dipstick markings, or the capacity in the manual?
2024.05.19 16:04 APCleriot My Family Isn't In The Family Photos
What’s in the closet, Kirsty?
He knew I hid a secret.
I smiled, tried to look confused.
He waited, crossing his arms.
I worried that he'd already seen. He had.
What else could he think about the pile?
His wife’s a cheater. She has another life. Another husband. Children.
He’d never believe the truth: I’m not a cheater; there’s no other life; no other man; I don’t know who the children are who visit me at night.
But I did have a secret. And maybe it’s fair to say another life, even if was smaller and against my will.
I should have destroyed those frames, burned the photos within. Now it looked like I saved them, cherished them. The truth couldn’t be farther. I feared to touch anything to do with… whatever they are…with one exception.
“It started last Halloween,” I said to George, my husband, my real husband.
He stopped packing for a moment, working out the impossibility of this statement. “I’m taking the girls to my parents.” He resumed the tossing of shirts, pants, etc. into our big suitcase.
“It’s true,” I said, but weakly. The children in the picture are at least six and four respectively. They were born six months ago.
“They’re not… my kids,” I said of the boys in the photos. They’re not kids is what I almost said.
George stopped and squeezed the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. “Kirsty,” he said slowly, “there are baby pictures. I saw them.”
“That’s-”
He quickly raised his finger, exasperated, angry, done.
“The first picture is you holding a newborn, and…” He swallowed painfully, his throat gone dry. It always does when he’s upset. “And the father in that picture, with his arm around you, isn’t me.”
When I couldn't deny it, he nodded like he knew all along our marriage would end.
We were happy. We really were. George and I had managed to overcome the typical breakdown that often comes with raising children. Only since last Halloween had distance been made by me.
I should have told him as soon as it started.
“Girls!” he called as I followed him down the stairs to the front hall of our lovely home. We’d scrimped and sacrificed to buy and keep this place, our dream by the lake. He’d been so proud. I couldn’t tell him I wanted to leave the first night sleeping there.
Cara and Ella protested through play, ignoring the adults, continuing to jump on an old box they’d long since flattened. Rays from the western sun placed my daughters into an inspired, hallowed light, and I started to cry. He was going to take my babies away.
George opened the door, intending, I’m sure, to drop the suitcase in the car before returning to physically carry the girls out.
But he hesitated in the doorway.
“George?”
The suitcase fell with a solid thud on the floor. “There’s no way,” he said.
“What?”
“There’s no way,” he said, with emphasis on the last word, “you would have had time for…this…”
Not defining "this" as cheating was progress. “Yes!”
He glared, quieting my desperate enthusiasm. I wasn’t off the hook. “Tell me. The truth.”
“I can’t.”
He reached for the suitcase.
“No, not because I don’t want to,” I protested. “I don’t know what’s happening!” I sat on the carpeted steps and stared through blurred vision at my trembling hands. The shriek I’d filled the house with - “happening!” - had put a halt to the box's obliteration. Cara and Ella hesitated for a few seconds before leaping into action.
Cara, the oldest, six, punched her dad in the buttocks. “You have to be nice!”
Ella, four, sat beside me and patted my trembling hands. “It’s okay, mummy.”
Such lovely daughters. Nothing like the boys in those photos when they were this age.
George grasped Cara's wrists and gently walked her back into the house, using his foot to kick the suitcase from the swing of the front door.
"It's alright, girls," he said with weak resolve. "Go and play."
"No!" Cara shouted. She kicked at her father and he pulled her close into a bearhug. Gradually, the girls calmed and were convinced to return to the box in the front room.
"Kirsty," George said, "you have to tell me." He sat down on the step beside me. "Please." I would do anything to take away the hurt in his eyes. "Please."
"I can't. But… I can write it down. Maybe." I took out my phone. We shared Google Drive. When I made a new document, he reluctantly started his phone. The man was a dream. He watched his screen, and waited patiently for my words to appear.
Without preamble, I returned to the awful moment when it all began: a strange and disturbing dream. Words came like an infection from beneath a torn scab. The wound had been opened. Nothing could stop this now.
Sex with another man has never been a desire of mine. I love George. He loves me.
Plus, the man in my dream was a stranger, and not particularly handsome. He has a plain face set to unwavering boredom and unkempt male pattern baldness. Our dream sex felt obligatory, just something we had to do.
I awoke on the wrong side of midnight. November 1st and I was craving ice cream instead of the girls' gathered candy. The freezer left by the previous homeowners came with unopened ice cream. Freezer burned or not, I wanted some.
After retrieving a spoon from the kitchen, I intended to destroy a brick of neopolitan. He waited in his flannel pajamas, barefoot on the concrete floor. His arms were crossed.
"Cravings?" he said.
I dropped the spoon. It clattered down the basement steps. Before I could run away, he disappeared like someone had erased him from head to foot in one clean sweep.
Had to be a dream. That's what I told myself. The spoon stayed in the basement until daylight. Ghost or nightmare, there was laundry to do the next day.
I crossed the concrete floor fast and only felt safer when I'd closed the door to the more modern laundry room. Never thought builder's grade tiles and track lights would make me feel anything but sad.
His voice caught me sorting.
"Kirsty!"
I dropped the cup of detergent all over the floor.
"Shit."
I came out of the laundry room, figuring George had been looking for me in uncharacteristically rude fashion. He hated speaking between rooms. Shouting throughout the house was highly impolite. It must have been important, I figured.
As soon as I stepped onto the bare concrete, however, deep sadness, the kind that seems to physically leech the strength from your body, dominated the room.
"Hello?" I don't know why I said that. The basement is a low ceilinged rectangle. There are no hiding spots except for the laundry room I'd come from. After a deep breath, I walked briskly to the stairs.
"Any day now," a raspy voice breathed into my ear. I jolted and slipped forward, falling and clipping my chin off a step. It made my teeth click painfully. Nobody there, of course. I ran upstairs and George had gone outside with the girls to play hide and seek.
I wanted to tell him. He looked so happy. It's hard to convey in words the kind of smile he showed me through the window. Imagine contentment mixed with unreserved joy and hope. Yes, it's difficult to picture. So few of us can ever have such a moment. Sort of like finding a natural view completely untouched by humanity. Beyond rare and precious.
I’m rambling now to avoid writing about what followed. The point is I couldn’t tell him. I hoped it’d go away and stop.
But, of course, it didn’t, and things got much worse.
I awoke in a great deal of pain. Having already given birth to children, the feeling was familiar. Despite getting up and gasping, George continued to snore in our bed. He’s a deep sleeper, but a quick and early riser. I’ve never heard him complain about getting out of bed either, especially when there’s an emergency.
I might have woken him up but I was disoriented and confused. Part of me believed I was still pregnant with Ella. It wasn’t until I’d gone all the way to the kitchen to avoid waking up the girls, that my brain caught up: Girls. Plural. Ella was asleep in her bed upstairs.
“Ohhhhhhhh shiiiiiiiiiiit.” I knew the signs of labour. This couldn’t be happening. “Ohhhhhhhhh.”
I was definitely going to wake everyone up if this continued.
My phone was upstairs by my bedside table. We don’t have a landline. I should have called 911. I should have woken up George.
Instead, I went downstairs where I could vocalize pain without disturbing anyone. Such a pathetically passive response. But that’s how I was raised. Keep it down, don't you frown.
His hands seized mine as soon as I descended the last step. Serious and bald without dignity is how to best describe his physical appearance. Cold and cruel is what he is. The lights turned off and, in the perfect darkness of the basement, he was all that I could see.
He produces a red light from his body somehow but his touch is literally frosty.
"Kristy, it's time," he said. No joy there. Just straight facts. Something was coming. I was going to give birth to it. In the dull red glow of his being, the first boy came.
"His name is Hadad," the man said, placing a large, infant boy with a lot of hair and, I swear, a hint of beard, on the bare concrete. Hadad looked like a three month old they use as newborns on TV. He didn't cry. He hardly seemed to breathe as his dark eyes roamed the darkness. His light resembled the man's, a less intense red.
I felt another contraction, and winced.
"She comes next," the man said.
I felt so weak. "Who are you?" I asked him.
At last, he smiled and I wished he hadn't. It made me feel small, insignificant, and beneath his concern. "You know who I am," he said. "I'm your husband."
Pain wracked my entire body. Something didn't feel right. The birth of Cara and Ella had been without difficulty.
"Push," my "husband" ordered. "She is upset with you, and will kill you if you don't get her out now."
"It has to be a nightmare," I told him. Sweat poured in streams down my face. The unborn "she" in question writhed and damaged my insides. I screamed. I couldn't help it.
"Push!"
I obeyed and the second boy spilled onto the bare concrete, coated in blood and dust.
"It's a boy," I said.
The man looked displeased. "The body is male. She is Hebat. No wonder she is angry." Like the other infant, Hebat appeared aware of her surroundings and had far too much motor control for a newborn. The light pouring from her body was dull silver. Her eye sockets were two pits of concentrated despair. I had to look away.
The babies were pressed into my arms.
The man stretched out beside me. "Open your eyes and smile." I resisted. "Do it. Now." What choice did I have? The flash from his cell blinded me. They were all gone by the time my sight recovered. Only the sweat remained as evidence of the ordeal.
It had to have been a hallucination. Some very bad food poisoning maybe. The source could be as simple as an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato. I had been stress eating since we'd moved in. I stood up and took some comfort in a Charles Dickens' reference.
"More of gravy than of grave about you," I said. My words seemed consumed by the dreadful weight of the air. "Whatever you are."
Whatever you are: something bad in any case. At best, I'd hallucinated prolonged and traumatic labour and needed medical attention. Yet, when I limped up the basement stairs, all thoughts of waking George vanished. There on the kitchen island sat a propped frame containing the photograph taken only moments ago.
The man looked happy. Only Hadad appeared in this picture, which meant another one was somewhere. I didn't panic. I worried more about what George would think if he saw the photos. I had to find them all.
Hebat and his father and I were mounted in a dark wood frame by the master bedroom. It'd be the first thing anyone saw if they woke up. I plucked it off the wall and, together with the first photo, tucked it under some blankets in the dresser we'd shoved in the small walk-in closet.
You might not believe this, but I went straight to sleep after. I climbed under the blanket in my sweaty pajamas, shut my eyes, and didn't have enough time to deny what had happened. I was unconscious until morning.
George placed a coffee on my nightstand. That's what I remember. He rubbed my feet while I slowly awoke. The girls were watching TV downstairs, munching on apple slices. There was forty minutes still before we had to seriously consider getting ready to take Cara to school.
George would drop her off on his way to work downtown. He chose his hours and always chose convenience for his wife and kids. Ella and I planned to spend the morning gardening. Then we would nap much of the afternoon away until George and Cara returned. A life so perfect is so very rare.
I didn't want to spoil things with a very convincing nightmare. Besides, I felt fine. Not so good that I wanted to look in the dresser to see if those photos really were there, but not ill. So I remained silent again.
November started fine. Idyllic days and nights filled with laughter and joy and television. Just as I started to believe in the dream we'd made, they came again.
The wail of a child's hunger is a powerful call for a parent. When it's a chorus, even of two, it cannot be ignored. Only I awoke to Hadad and Hebat's cries for their "mother" from the basement.
Half asleep, I drifted into the kitchen and searched for their milk bottles. When no bottles could be found, I remembered they were newborns. Milk swelled in my breasts and made my nipples ache. Just like when Cara or Ella would awaken in the night. It was a relief to feed them.
But what the fuck was I doing?
I was acting like the man in the basement and the devil babies were mine. It'd been less than a week since Halloween and that horrible nightmare illusion. I had already taken on the beleaguered newborn mother role without question.
Their cries intensified and flayed the weak resistance of exhausted reasoning.
Don't wake George. Don't wake my babies, my real babies.
"What took you so long?" the man critized, his voice monotone, the question unrhetorical.
"I… was sleeping. I went to the fridge first." Under his severe gaze, I stopped in the midst of the dark room. Hadad had quieted. Hebat cooed as if laughing at her own joke. I couldn't see them because the lights were off. They liked the dark better. Somehow I knew that about them and him.
"You should sleep down here," he said. "A mother should always be close to her babies."
The statement was nonsense but not altogether wrong. I wanted to be close to my babies, the daughters sleeping in bliss upstairs, away from the evil fermentation in the basement.
"Kirsty," he said. "Are you listening?" His hand touched the small of my back. The gentleness surprised me. I squawked and flinched away. "What’s wrong with you? They're hungry." He pressed on my shoulders until I sat on the cold floor.
They came from the shadows, already walking. I wanted to go, but I knew he wouldn't allow it. He pulled my cat t-shirt off over my head and their fierce mouths suckled, relieving the pressure of excess breast milk quickly. It felt physically good and psychologically alien.
I looked down at them once and immediately regretted it. Their emanated light had intensified to a point where perception of them hurt.
Each time I blinked my eyes were drawn to some isolated part of their bodies. The vision got closer to the point of disgust. Everything is gross if you're close enough. There is no beauty under a microscope. If you think there is then you're not using the right magnification.
Hebat's eye drew me in. At first, I saw the dark sphere, and then the strands of her eyelashes. Her gravity kept pulling until the creatures that live in eyelashes were revealed: Demodex folliculorum. I looked the microscopic horrors up.
The babies had more parasites than any child should. They wanted to show me and could somehow do so.
I asked him about it. "Why are they showing me these worms?"
He smiled, contemptuously as usual. "Trying to impress mother. Neither of them understand your horror and insignificance. You are the ant who knows they're an ant. Lucky you. They think you will be proud of the life their corporeal forms produce and host. Give them a few hours. It will pass."
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"I'm not sure what you mean. We're married. Now, prepare to smile." His cell reappeared and I noted the lack of features; it might have been a singed rectangle of spent firewood. He frowned when I failed to smile. "Smile, Kirsty. These are your children."
I managed to stave off the tears and hold the babies close. The smile was more difficult. In the inevitable aftermath of their sudden disappearance, the frames depicted an exhausted, wrinkly woman smiling painfully. It took a second to recognize myself.
The things in the basement sapped my strength. I looked dehydrated, beleaguered. The scale in the bathroom said I'd dropped six pounds. I'd weighed myself the morning before.
"Whoa, you've lost weight," George noted, thinking I'd be pleased. "This place has been so good for us, eh?'
To produce another smile proved as draining as the previous night. "Y-yes," I stuttered too late for him to ignore.
"Hey," he said, touching my forearm.
I flinched.
"Whoa, you okay? What's wrong?"
I should have told him. "Nothing. Bad sleep. A nightmare. I'll be fine."
A lie is an agreement. George wanted to agree, I think. He wanted life to be fine because he was happy for once. We struggled so hard before we came to Bridal Veil Lake. It was supposed to be our dream.
Guilty if I told him the truth. Guilty because I didn't. I began to resent his happiness, though he had done nothing but be the wonderful man he'd always been.
To Cara and Ella I became a body in motion, No brain left to guide them away from harm or answer their questions about nature and the universe.
"I don't know." That's what I told them often.
So they began to treat me like a kind of butler.
"Can I have some juice, please?"
"Sure, sweetheart."
"Mommy, can I have a snack?"
"Of course." And I'd run off to fetch it.
"Cookies."
"Yes, dear."
When Christmas came, I had two and they induced the same level of joy. Visiting the basement to feed and nurture Hebat and Hadad became a nightly occurrence. I'd learned to awaken, if I could get to sleep at all, and go quietly.
He berated me severely if I missed a night, and there were subtle threats made casually.
"I may have to squash you yet," he said, his tone as deep and cold as always.
"It won't happen again," I promised. "They’re getting big." In fact, they were no longer infants. Both had grown to the approximate age of six or seven in a few months. Still, they never spoke. Their dark eyes watched me as they ate food from the kitchen upstairs, food I'd hidden from my family.
"More meat," the man demanded.
"Of course." And I ran to the freezer and gave them frozen sausages in the package. They never complained or demanded the food be prepared a different way. No objections from my "husband" either.
Hebat tore the styrofoam and plastic wrap away and flattened the row of sausages stuck together between powerful molars. Hadad contented itself with licking them like a popsicle.
I'd stay until the photo. Then they'd release me by vanishing. Always with an exhausted breath, I'd trudge up the stairs and search for the frames and hide them in the same place.
They only smiled in the pictures. At no other time did they express any kind of emotion unless indifference counts.
My own children and husband weren't doing much better. Their concerns about my fatigue and ruminating slowly ceased as I repeated the excuse: I’m just tired. It'll pass.
Of course, I did not know when the nightmare would stop.
"When will it end?" I asked him one night, while Hebat and Hadad exercised like they had a mission.
"What do you mean?" he said.
I was surprised he answered. He usually didn't. "This. This. When can I go back to normal and not come down every night? I'm so very tired."
He frowned and I thought some punishment must be coming. Instead, he looked more confused. "I don't understand. You aren't happy? Your children grow into power and strength and will take their place in the world. They will be great and you - you, of all the tiny things, made that happen. Ask yourself what you want out of life, and see if Hebat and Haddad aren't your answer."
Too many words, all at once, for an exhausted mother. I didn't speak for the rest of the night. The infernal trio vanished, and the latter moments of the ritual I carried out with his challenge in mind.
I want my children to be strong, happy, and safe.
"Juice," Cara demanded the next morning, a Saturday, while she watched cartoons.
"Get it yourself!" I hissed, from tired to angry in a second.
"But I can't," Cara accurately pointed out. She didn't look away from the TV. Looking at me wasn't safe, and she knew it. Her and Ella held hands and sat a little straighter. It broke my heart. What had I done?
George came downstairs, attracted by my shouting. "What’s going on?"
Empathy became sadness, and the constant burden rekindled to anger swiftly. "Just children treating me like a servant."
He smiled. "Ah, yes, and how are the royal princesses this morning?"
His levity irked me. "You would know if you didn't sleep in so much."
The smile vanished from his face, and instead of the fight I seemed to want, he mumbled a quiet apology and joined the girls. They climbed onto him as he wrapped them into a cuddle.
"What are we watching?" George restarted his smile, his calm, for the girls. I hated myself. It had to end. Tonight.
After another dreary day of going through the motions, and the girls and George had fallen asleep, I went to the kitchen and chose the knife I thought sharpest.
"Kirsty," he said, his voice a whisper rising from the depths of the house.
"Coming," I whispered back.
"Mom," said another voice, a girl's, and I knew that Hebat had, at last, found herself and the wholeness of her being had been corrected.
I started to cry. I went downstairs and there she was with her brother and her father. He looked tired but some of the grimness had cracked to allow the first real contentment I've ever seen him express.
"Is that for the cake?" he asked. "We already have one."
I remembered the sharp knife. "Meat," I said. "There’s ham in the freezer."
He nodded, seeming to accept the answer.
"Mom," Hebat said, "Do you think I'm…" She gestured to herself, her face, and her body, and I understood the question, born from doubt and a desire to be validated.
I pulled her close. "You are the most beautiful girl in the whole world." We cried together. Hadad cut into a poorly made, asymmetrical cake by the light of his aura. No one cared that he did so on the floor. I brought out the ham from the fridge and we ate slices with our hands.
"It's almost done," he said. "They’re nearly grown. They are strong, and they are happy. You've done a good job, Kirsty." He watched our children fight to smear icing on each other's faces. "I'm sorry if I was mean. Or cold. I've never done this before." And he meant raising children. "It was the hardest, scariest thing anyone can try. I shouldn't have blamed you for… Hebat… It wasn't your fault."
Before I could pat his hand, he and the kids vanished. Darkness so familiar couldn't extinguish a new fear. I went upstairs and found the last frame. I held my daughter in the photo, my beautiful Hebat. He must have taken the photo without my notice.
I took it upstairs but couldn't bring myself to hide it.
I didn't see that one, George wrote into the document.
I forgot he was watching.
He typed again: Are you saying there is something in the basement?
Yes, I replied.
He stirred in the living room. I hadn't moved from the stairs, but I could tell by his stomping how angry he'd become. All of his negative, violent traits he saved for those in the world who would harm his family. George the Protector was fearsome to behold.
But he had no chance against my other husband.
"Come out! Come out you coward!" George bellowed. At first, nothing happened. The moment before calamity, even when the specific consequences aren't known, is still in slow motion. He carried on shouting. The girls rushed into the hall and didn’t hesitate to investigate.
"No!" I shouted. "Cara! Ella!"
Their feet padded down the steps. A violent commotion followed, screams and raging voices, both deep and childishly shrill.
The most unsettling quiet followed.
I chewed through the fear and the horror tearing me apart and finally moved.
No evidence of violence could be seen from the top of the stairs. The concrete looked bare and dusty and the light revealed nothing more. They were gone, all of them.
"Hebat," I whispered. "Cara? George?"
Him, I thought of, the nameless husband and felt no hint of his presence. He'd always been there. I know that now. It had nothing to do with the house. His absence was felt more than his insidious presence. Yet, I felt no relief. George and the girls were gone. I sat on the floor and cried for all my missing children.
When I finally emerged from the basement, the whole house had been filled with night. Their photos were everywhere. The others were upstairs. I gathered them on the kitchen island. How could I explain any of this to the police?
I needed help. I called my parents. It took twenty minutes before my father picked up.
"Kirsty? What's wrong?"
"Dad," I whimpered. "George is gone. Cara. Ella."
"What? What did you say?"
"They’re gone, dad. George. The girls are gone."
I heard his bed springs protest as he rolled out of bed. My mom said something I couldn't hear, and he shushed her.
"Kirsty," he said, "are you alright? Are you hurt? Are you in danger?"
Why was it so hard to understand? "Dad. George is gone."
"Kirsty, who the hell is George?"
It was my turn to be confused. "He's my- you know him. My husband…"
"Kirsty," he said very slowly, "are you on drugs? Did you take something?"
"No. Are you?"
"Excuse me?"
I hung up.
I have their photos. I have all of their photos. That's what I brought to George's parents before the sun rose. They wouldn't open the door and spoke to me through an intercom.
"George is gone," I said.
"We'll call the police."
"This is your son. These are your granddaughters."
I heard my mother-in-law say, "Who is she?"
"We don't have a son," my father-in-law said. "Go away."
I left.
Back to the house. Our dream sat empty and I live there, but none of the people in my family photos are my family.
I remember but the world never does. My parents think I'm ill and that I used AI to create the family I apparently never had.
How did I buy the house without a job or income? With deep concern for my mental health, they showed me a news story. I had won the lottery the day I turned eighteen.
His influence there, payment for services rendered.
A lie is an agreement.
What had I agreed to? I'm afraid I know the answer: I never wanted a family.
God help me. God help them.
I don't know what to do with these pictures.
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He knew I hid a secret.
I smiled, tried to look confused.
He waited, crossing his arms.
I worried that he'd already seen. He had.
What else could he think about the pile?
His wife’s a cheater. She has another life. Another husband. Children.
He’d never believe the truth: I’m not a cheater; there’s no other life; no other man; I don’t know who the children are who visit me at night.
But I did have a secret. And maybe it’s fair to say another life, even if was smaller and against my will.
I should have destroyed those frames, burned the photos within. Now it looked like I saved them, cherished them. The truth couldn’t be farther. I feared to touch anything to do with… whatever they are…with one exception.
“It started last Halloween,” I said to George, my husband, my real husband.
He stopped packing for a moment, working out the impossibility of this statement. “I’m taking the girls to my parents.” He resumed the tossing of shirts, pants, etc. into our big suitcase.
“It’s true,” I said, but weakly. The children in the picture are at least six and four respectively. They were born six months ago.
“They’re not… my kids,” I said of the boys in the photos. They’re not kids is what I almost said.
George stopped and squeezed the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. “Kirsty,” he said slowly, “there are baby pictures. I saw them.”
“That’s-”
He quickly raised his finger, exasperated, angry, done.
“The first picture is you holding a newborn, and…” He swallowed painfully, his throat gone dry. It always does when he’s upset. “And the father in that picture, with his arm around you, isn’t me.”
When I couldn't deny it, he nodded like he knew all along our marriage would end.
We were happy. We really were. George and I had managed to overcome the typical breakdown that often comes with raising children. Only since last Halloween had distance been made by me.
I should have told him as soon as it started.
“Girls!” he called as I followed him down the stairs to the front hall of our lovely home. We’d scrimped and sacrificed to buy and keep this place, our dream by the lake. He’d been so proud. I couldn’t tell him I wanted to leave the first night sleeping there.
Cara and Ella protested through play, ignoring the adults, continuing to jump on an old box they’d long since flattened. Rays from the western sun placed my daughters into an inspired, hallowed light, and I started to cry. He was going to take my babies away.
George opened the door, intending, I’m sure, to drop the suitcase in the car before returning to physically carry the girls out.
But he hesitated in the doorway.
“George?”
The suitcase fell with a solid thud on the floor. “There’s no way,” he said.
“What?”
“There’s no way,” he said, with emphasis on the last word, “you would have had time for…this…”
Not defining "this" as cheating was progress. “Yes!”
He glared, quieting my desperate enthusiasm. I wasn’t off the hook. “Tell me. The truth.”
“I can’t.”
He reached for the suitcase.
“No, not because I don’t want to,” I protested. “I don’t know what’s happening!” I sat on the carpeted steps and stared through blurred vision at my trembling hands. The shriek I’d filled the house with - “happening!” - had put a halt to the box's obliteration. Cara and Ella hesitated for a few seconds before leaping into action.
Cara, the oldest, six, punched her dad in the buttocks. “You have to be nice!”
Ella, four, sat beside me and patted my trembling hands. “It’s okay, mummy.”
Such lovely daughters. Nothing like the boys in those photos when they were this age.
George grasped Cara's wrists and gently walked her back into the house, using his foot to kick the suitcase from the swing of the front door.
"It's alright, girls," he said with weak resolve. "Go and play."
"No!" Cara shouted. She kicked at her father and he pulled her close into a bearhug. Gradually, the girls calmed and were convinced to return to the box in the front room.
"Kirsty," George said, "you have to tell me." He sat down on the step beside me. "Please." I would do anything to take away the hurt in his eyes. "Please."
"I can't. But… I can write it down. Maybe." I took out my phone. We shared Google Drive. When I made a new document, he reluctantly started his phone. The man was a dream. He watched his screen, and waited patiently for my words to appear.
Without preamble, I returned to the awful moment when it all began: a strange and disturbing dream. Words came like an infection from beneath a torn scab. The wound had been opened. Nothing could stop this now.
Sex with another man has never been a desire of mine. I love George. He loves me.
Plus, the man in my dream was a stranger, and not particularly handsome. He has a plain face set to unwavering boredom and unkempt male pattern baldness. Our dream sex felt obligatory, just something we had to do.
I awoke on the wrong side of midnight. November 1st and I was craving ice cream instead of the girls' gathered candy. The freezer left by the previous homeowners came with unopened ice cream. Freezer burned or not, I wanted some.
After retrieving a spoon from the kitchen, I intended to destroy a brick of neopolitan. He waited in his flannel pajamas, barefoot on the concrete floor. His arms were crossed.
"Cravings?" he said.
I dropped the spoon. It clattered down the basement steps. Before I could run away, he disappeared like someone had erased him from head to foot in one clean sweep.
Had to be a dream. That's what I told myself. The spoon stayed in the basement until daylight. Ghost or nightmare, there was laundry to do the next day.
I crossed the concrete floor fast and only felt safer when I'd closed the door to the more modern laundry room. Never thought builder's grade tiles and track lights would make me feel anything but sad.
His voice caught me sorting.
"Kirsty!"
I dropped the cup of detergent all over the floor.
"Shit."
I came out of the laundry room, figuring George had been looking for me in uncharacteristically rude fashion. He hated speaking between rooms. Shouting throughout the house was highly impolite. It must have been important, I figured.
As soon as I stepped onto the bare concrete, however, deep sadness, the kind that seems to physically leech the strength from your body, dominated the room.
"Hello?" I don't know why I said that. The basement is a low ceilinged rectangle. There are no hiding spots except for the laundry room I'd come from. After a deep breath, I walked briskly to the stairs.
"Any day now," a raspy voice breathed into my ear. I jolted and slipped forward, falling and clipping my chin off a step. It made my teeth click painfully. Nobody there, of course. I ran upstairs and George had gone outside with the girls to play hide and seek.
I wanted to tell him. He looked so happy. It's hard to convey in words the kind of smile he showed me through the window. Imagine contentment mixed with unreserved joy and hope. Yes, it's difficult to picture. So few of us can ever have such a moment. Sort of like finding a natural view completely untouched by humanity. Beyond rare and precious.
I’m rambling now to avoid writing about what followed. The point is I couldn’t tell him. I hoped it’d go away and stop.
But, of course, it didn’t, and things got much worse.
I awoke in a great deal of pain. Having already given birth to children, the feeling was familiar. Despite getting up and gasping, George continued to snore in our bed. He’s a deep sleeper, but a quick and early riser. I’ve never heard him complain about getting out of bed either, especially when there’s an emergency.
I might have woken him up but I was disoriented and confused. Part of me believed I was still pregnant with Ella. It wasn’t until I’d gone all the way to the kitchen to avoid waking up the girls, that my brain caught up: Girls. Plural. Ella was asleep in her bed upstairs.
“Ohhhhhhhh shiiiiiiiiiiit.” I knew the signs of labour. This couldn’t be happening. “Ohhhhhhhhh.”
I was definitely going to wake everyone up if this continued.
My phone was upstairs by my bedside table. We don’t have a landline. I should have called 911. I should have woken up George.
Instead, I went downstairs where I could vocalize pain without disturbing anyone. Such a pathetically passive response. But that’s how I was raised. Keep it down, don't you frown.
His hands seized mine as soon as I descended the last step. Serious and bald without dignity is how to best describe his physical appearance. Cold and cruel is what he is. The lights turned off and, in the perfect darkness of the basement, he was all that I could see.
He produces a red light from his body somehow but his touch is literally frosty.
"Kristy, it's time," he said. No joy there. Just straight facts. Something was coming. I was going to give birth to it. In the dull red glow of his being, the first boy came.
"His name is Hadad," the man said, placing a large, infant boy with a lot of hair and, I swear, a hint of beard, on the bare concrete. Hadad looked like a three month old they use as newborns on TV. He didn't cry. He hardly seemed to breathe as his dark eyes roamed the darkness. His light resembled the man's, a less intense red.
I felt another contraction, and winced.
"She comes next," the man said.
I felt so weak. "Who are you?" I asked him.
At last, he smiled and I wished he hadn't. It made me feel small, insignificant, and beneath his concern. "You know who I am," he said. "I'm your husband."
Pain wracked my entire body. Something didn't feel right. The birth of Cara and Ella had been without difficulty.
"Push," my "husband" ordered. "She is upset with you, and will kill you if you don't get her out now."
"It has to be a nightmare," I told him. Sweat poured in streams down my face. The unborn "she" in question writhed and damaged my insides. I screamed. I couldn't help it.
"Push!"
I obeyed and the second boy spilled onto the bare concrete, coated in blood and dust.
"It's a boy," I said.
The man looked displeased. "The body is male. She is Hebat. No wonder she is angry." Like the other infant, Hebat appeared aware of her surroundings and had far too much motor control for a newborn. The light pouring from her body was dull silver. Her eye sockets were two pits of concentrated despair. I had to look away.
The babies were pressed into my arms.
The man stretched out beside me. "Open your eyes and smile." I resisted. "Do it. Now." What choice did I have? The flash from his cell blinded me. They were all gone by the time my sight recovered. Only the sweat remained as evidence of the ordeal.
It had to have been a hallucination. Some very bad food poisoning maybe. The source could be as simple as an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato. I had been stress eating since we'd moved in. I stood up and took some comfort in a Charles Dickens' reference.
"More of gravy than of grave about you," I said. My words seemed consumed by the dreadful weight of the air. "Whatever you are."
Whatever you are: something bad in any case. At best, I'd hallucinated prolonged and traumatic labour and needed medical attention. Yet, when I limped up the basement stairs, all thoughts of waking George vanished. There on the kitchen island sat a propped frame containing the photograph taken only moments ago.
The man looked happy. Only Hadad appeared in this picture, which meant another one was somewhere. I didn't panic. I worried more about what George would think if he saw the photos. I had to find them all.
Hebat and his father and I were mounted in a dark wood frame by the master bedroom. It'd be the first thing anyone saw if they woke up. I plucked it off the wall and, together with the first photo, tucked it under some blankets in the dresser we'd shoved in the small walk-in closet.
You might not believe this, but I went straight to sleep after. I climbed under the blanket in my sweaty pajamas, shut my eyes, and didn't have enough time to deny what had happened. I was unconscious until morning.
George placed a coffee on my nightstand. That's what I remember. He rubbed my feet while I slowly awoke. The girls were watching TV downstairs, munching on apple slices. There was forty minutes still before we had to seriously consider getting ready to take Cara to school.
George would drop her off on his way to work downtown. He chose his hours and always chose convenience for his wife and kids. Ella and I planned to spend the morning gardening. Then we would nap much of the afternoon away until George and Cara returned. A life so perfect is so very rare.
I didn't want to spoil things with a very convincing nightmare. Besides, I felt fine. Not so good that I wanted to look in the dresser to see if those photos really were there, but not ill. So I remained silent again.
November started fine. Idyllic days and nights filled with laughter and joy and television. Just as I started to believe in the dream we'd made, they came again.
The wail of a child's hunger is a powerful call for a parent. When it's a chorus, even of two, it cannot be ignored. Only I awoke to Hadad and Hebat's cries for their "mother" from the basement.
Half asleep, I drifted into the kitchen and searched for their milk bottles. When no bottles could be found, I remembered they were newborns. Milk swelled in my breasts and made my nipples ache. Just like when Cara or Ella would awaken in the night. It was a relief to feed them.
But what the fuck was I doing?
I was acting like the man in the basement and the devil babies were mine. It'd been less than a week since Halloween and that horrible nightmare illusion. I had already taken on the beleaguered newborn mother role without question.
Their cries intensified and flayed the weak resistance of exhausted reasoning.
Don't wake George. Don't wake my babies, my real babies.
"What took you so long?" the man critized, his voice monotone, the question unrhetorical.
"I… was sleeping. I went to the fridge first." Under his severe gaze, I stopped in the midst of the dark room. Hadad had quieted. Hebat cooed as if laughing at her own joke. I couldn't see them because the lights were off. They liked the dark better. Somehow I knew that about them and him.
"You should sleep down here," he said. "A mother should always be close to her babies."
The statement was nonsense but not altogether wrong. I wanted to be close to my babies, the daughters sleeping in bliss upstairs, away from the evil fermentation in the basement.
"Kirsty," he said. "Are you listening?" His hand touched the small of my back. The gentleness surprised me. I squawked and flinched away. "What’s wrong with you? They're hungry." He pressed on my shoulders until I sat on the cold floor.
They came from the shadows, already walking. I wanted to go, but I knew he wouldn't allow it. He pulled my cat t-shirt off over my head and their fierce mouths suckled, relieving the pressure of excess breast milk quickly. It felt physically good and psychologically alien.
I looked down at them once and immediately regretted it. Their emanated light had intensified to a point where perception of them hurt.
Each time I blinked my eyes were drawn to some isolated part of their bodies. The vision got closer to the point of disgust. Everything is gross if you're close enough. There is no beauty under a microscope. If you think there is then you're not using the right magnification.
Hebat's eye drew me in. At first, I saw the dark sphere, and then the strands of her eyelashes. Her gravity kept pulling until the creatures that live in eyelashes were revealed: Demodex folliculorum. I looked the microscopic horrors up.
The babies had more parasites than any child should. They wanted to show me and could somehow do so.
I asked him about it. "Why are they showing me these worms?"
He smiled, contemptuously as usual. "Trying to impress mother. Neither of them understand your horror and insignificance. You are the ant who knows they're an ant. Lucky you. They think you will be proud of the life their corporeal forms produce and host. Give them a few hours. It will pass."
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"I'm not sure what you mean. We're married. Now, prepare to smile." His cell reappeared and I noted the lack of features; it might have been a singed rectangle of spent firewood. He frowned when I failed to smile. "Smile, Kirsty. These are your children."
I managed to stave off the tears and hold the babies close. The smile was more difficult. In the inevitable aftermath of their sudden disappearance, the frames depicted an exhausted, wrinkly woman smiling painfully. It took a second to recognize myself.
The things in the basement sapped my strength. I looked dehydrated, beleaguered. The scale in the bathroom said I'd dropped six pounds. I'd weighed myself the morning before.
"Whoa, you've lost weight," George noted, thinking I'd be pleased. "This place has been so good for us, eh?'
To produce another smile proved as draining as the previous night. "Y-yes," I stuttered too late for him to ignore.
"Hey," he said, touching my forearm.
I flinched.
"Whoa, you okay? What's wrong?"
I should have told him. "Nothing. Bad sleep. A nightmare. I'll be fine."
A lie is an agreement. George wanted to agree, I think. He wanted life to be fine because he was happy for once. We struggled so hard before we came to Bridal Veil Lake. It was supposed to be our dream.
Guilty if I told him the truth. Guilty because I didn't. I began to resent his happiness, though he had done nothing but be the wonderful man he'd always been.
To Cara and Ella I became a body in motion, No brain left to guide them away from harm or answer their questions about nature and the universe.
"I don't know." That's what I told them often.
So they began to treat me like a kind of butler.
"Can I have some juice, please?"
"Sure, sweetheart."
"Mommy, can I have a snack?"
"Of course." And I'd run off to fetch it.
"Cookies."
"Yes, dear."
When Christmas came, I had two and they induced the same level of joy. Visiting the basement to feed and nurture Hebat and Hadad became a nightly occurrence. I'd learned to awaken, if I could get to sleep at all, and go quietly.
He berated me severely if I missed a night, and there were subtle threats made casually.
"I may have to squash you yet," he said, his tone as deep and cold as always.
"It won't happen again," I promised. "They’re getting big." In fact, they were no longer infants. Both had grown to the approximate age of six or seven in a few months. Still, they never spoke. Their dark eyes watched me as they ate food from the kitchen upstairs, food I'd hidden from my family.
"More meat," the man demanded.
"Of course." And I ran to the freezer and gave them frozen sausages in the package. They never complained or demanded the food be prepared a different way. No objections from my "husband" either.
Hebat tore the styrofoam and plastic wrap away and flattened the row of sausages stuck together between powerful molars. Hadad contented itself with licking them like a popsicle.
I'd stay until the photo. Then they'd release me by vanishing. Always with an exhausted breath, I'd trudge up the stairs and search for the frames and hide them in the same place.
They only smiled in the pictures. At no other time did they express any kind of emotion unless indifference counts.
My own children and husband weren't doing much better. Their concerns about my fatigue and ruminating slowly ceased as I repeated the excuse: I’m just tired. It'll pass.
Of course, I did not know when the nightmare would stop.
"When will it end?" I asked him one night, while Hebat and Hadad exercised like they had a mission.
"What do you mean?" he said.
I was surprised he answered. He usually didn't. "This. This. When can I go back to normal and not come down every night? I'm so very tired."
He frowned and I thought some punishment must be coming. Instead, he looked more confused. "I don't understand. You aren't happy? Your children grow into power and strength and will take their place in the world. They will be great and you - you, of all the tiny things, made that happen. Ask yourself what you want out of life, and see if Hebat and Haddad aren't your answer."
Too many words, all at once, for an exhausted mother. I didn't speak for the rest of the night. The infernal trio vanished, and the latter moments of the ritual I carried out with his challenge in mind.
I want my children to be strong, happy, and safe.
"Juice," Cara demanded the next morning, a Saturday, while she watched cartoons.
"Get it yourself!" I hissed, from tired to angry in a second.
"But I can't," Cara accurately pointed out. She didn't look away from the TV. Looking at me wasn't safe, and she knew it. Her and Ella held hands and sat a little straighter. It broke my heart. What had I done?
George came downstairs, attracted by my shouting. "What’s going on?"
Empathy became sadness, and the constant burden rekindled to anger swiftly. "Just children treating me like a servant."
He smiled. "Ah, yes, and how are the royal princesses this morning?"
His levity irked me. "You would know if you didn't sleep in so much."
The smile vanished from his face, and instead of the fight I seemed to want, he mumbled a quiet apology and joined the girls. They climbed onto him as he wrapped them into a cuddle.
"What are we watching?" George restarted his smile, his calm, for the girls. I hated myself. It had to end. Tonight.
After another dreary day of going through the motions, and the girls and George had fallen asleep, I went to the kitchen and chose the knife I thought sharpest.
"Kirsty," he said, his voice a whisper rising from the depths of the house.
"Coming," I whispered back.
"Mom," said another voice, a girl's, and I knew that Hebat had, at last, found herself and the wholeness of her being had been corrected.
I started to cry. I went downstairs and there she was with her brother and her father. He looked tired but some of the grimness had cracked to allow the first real contentment I've ever seen him express.
"Is that for the cake?" he asked. "We already have one."
I remembered the sharp knife. "Meat," I said. "There’s ham in the freezer."
He nodded, seeming to accept the answer.
"Mom," Hebat said, "Do you think I'm…" She gestured to herself, her face, and her body, and I understood the question, born from doubt and a desire to be validated.
I pulled her close. "You are the most beautiful girl in the whole world." We cried together. Hadad cut into a poorly made, asymmetrical cake by the light of his aura. No one cared that he did so on the floor. I brought out the ham from the fridge and we ate slices with our hands.
"It's almost done," he said. "They’re nearly grown. They are strong, and they are happy. You've done a good job, Kirsty." He watched our children fight to smear icing on each other's faces. "I'm sorry if I was mean. Or cold. I've never done this before." And he meant raising children. "It was the hardest, scariest thing anyone can try. I shouldn't have blamed you for… Hebat… It wasn't your fault."
Before I could pat his hand, he and the kids vanished. Darkness so familiar couldn't extinguish a new fear. I went upstairs and found the last frame. I held my daughter in the photo, my beautiful Hebat. He must have taken the photo without my notice.
I took it upstairs but couldn't bring myself to hide it.
I didn't see that one, George wrote into the document.
I forgot he was watching.
He typed again: Are you saying there is something in the basement?
Yes, I replied.
He stirred in the living room. I hadn't moved from the stairs, but I could tell by his stomping how angry he'd become. All of his negative, violent traits he saved for those in the world who would harm his family. George the Protector was fearsome to behold.
But he had no chance against my other husband.
"Come out! Come out you coward!" George bellowed. At first, nothing happened. The moment before calamity, even when the specific consequences aren't known, is still in slow motion. He carried on shouting. The girls rushed into the hall and didn’t hesitate to investigate.
"No!" I shouted. "Cara! Ella!"
Their feet padded down the steps. A violent commotion followed, screams and raging voices, both deep and childishly shrill.
The most unsettling quiet followed.
I chewed through the fear and the horror tearing me apart and finally moved.
No evidence of violence could be seen from the top of the stairs. The concrete looked bare and dusty and the light revealed nothing more. They were gone, all of them.
"Hebat," I whispered. "Cara? George?"
Him, I thought of, the nameless husband and felt no hint of his presence. He'd always been there. I know that now. It had nothing to do with the house. His absence was felt more than his insidious presence. Yet, I felt no relief. George and the girls were gone. I sat on the floor and cried for all my missing children.
When I finally emerged from the basement, the whole house had been filled with night. Their photos were everywhere. The others were upstairs. I gathered them on the kitchen island. How could I explain any of this to the police?
I needed help. I called my parents. It took twenty minutes before my father picked up.
"Kirsty? What's wrong?"
"Dad," I whimpered. "George is gone. Cara. Ella."
"What? What did you say?"
"They’re gone, dad. George. The girls are gone."
I heard his bed springs protest as he rolled out of bed. My mom said something I couldn't hear, and he shushed her.
"Kirsty," he said, "are you alright? Are you hurt? Are you in danger?"
Why was it so hard to understand? "Dad. George is gone."
"Kirsty, who the hell is George?"
It was my turn to be confused. "He's my- you know him. My husband…"
"Kirsty," he said very slowly, "are you on drugs? Did you take something?"
"No. Are you?"
"Excuse me?"
I hung up.
I have their photos. I have all of their photos. That's what I brought to George's parents before the sun rose. They wouldn't open the door and spoke to me through an intercom.
"George is gone," I said.
"We'll call the police."
"This is your son. These are your granddaughters."
I heard my mother-in-law say, "Who is she?"
"We don't have a son," my father-in-law said. "Go away."
I left.
Back to the house. Our dream sat empty and I live there, but none of the people in my family photos are my family.
I remember but the world never does. My parents think I'm ill and that I used AI to create the family I apparently never had.
How did I buy the house without a job or income? With deep concern for my mental health, they showed me a news story. I had won the lottery the day I turned eighteen.
His influence there, payment for services rendered.
A lie is an agreement.
What had I agreed to? I'm afraid I know the answer: I never wanted a family.
God help me. God help them.
I don't know what to do with these pictures.
2024.05.19 16:04 Strange-Lychee-9100 4060 under 100$
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2024.05.19 16:04 bigBrownBear91 Problems with RadzenDialog on Server, not on WASM
Hi guys
Since days I'm trying to solve this issue on my own, but I'm getting nowhere. The problem is, that on WASM I can get the RadzenDialogs to work, but not on BlazorServer. I think that I followed the insructions to the letter. I have to add, that I'm rather new to blazor.
The dialog I want to show (for testing purposes) is pretty basic. It's only this line in Home.razor DialogService.Confirm("Are you sure?", "MyTitle", new ConfirmOptions(){OkButtonText = "Yes", CancelButtonText = "No"})) />.
The button itself is showing, but the dialog is only opening on the WASM-app, not on the server app. The styles and scripts are included in the index.html (WASM) and the App.razor (server) respectivley. The tag
The scoped service is registred. For references, here my Program.cs-files
WASM ```using Microsoft.AspNetCore.Components.Web; using Microsoft.AspNetCore.Components.WebAssembly.Hosting; using DialogComponentWasm; using Radzen;
var builder = WebAssemblyHostBuilder.CreateDefault(args); builder.RootComponents.Add("#app"); builder.RootComponents.Add("head::after"); builder.Services.AddScoped(sp => new HttpClient { BaseAddress = new Uri(builder.HostEnvironment.BaseAddress) }); builder.Services.AddScoped(); await builder.Build().RunAsync(); ```
server ```using Radzen; using RadzenDialogs.Components;
var builder = WebApplication.CreateBuilder(args);
// Add services to the container. builder.Services.AddRazorComponents() .AddInteractiveServerComponents();
builder.Services.AddScoped();
var app = builder.Build();
// Configure the HTTP request pipeline. if (!app.Environment.IsDevelopment()) { app.UseExceptionHandler("/Error", createScopeForErrors: true); // The default HSTS value is 30 days. You may want to change this for production scenarios, see https://aka.ms/aspnetcore-hsts. app.UseHsts(); }
app.UseHttpsRedirection();
app.UseStaticFiles(); app.UseAntiforgery();
app.MapRazorComponents() .AddInteractiveServerRenderMode();
app.Run(); ```
Do you see anythin wrong in my setup? Did anybody else encounter this issue? How did you solve it? I found nothing on the github-issue-tracker, so I assume it's a problem with my setup or my code. I'm grateful for every help.
submitted by bigBrownBear91 to Blazor [link] [comments]
Since days I'm trying to solve this issue on my own, but I'm getting nowhere. The problem is, that on WASM I can get the RadzenDialogs to work, but not on BlazorServer. I think that I followed the insructions to the letter. I have to add, that I'm rather new to blazor.
The dialog I want to show (for testing purposes) is pretty basic. It's only this line in Home.razor
The button itself is showing, but the dialog is only opening on the WASM-app, not on the server app. The styles and scripts are included in the index.html (WASM) and the App.razor (server) respectivley. The tag
The scoped service is registred. For references, here my Program.cs-files
WASM ```using Microsoft.AspNetCore.Components.Web; using Microsoft.AspNetCore.Components.WebAssembly.Hosting; using DialogComponentWasm; using Radzen;
var builder = WebAssemblyHostBuilder.CreateDefault(args); builder.RootComponents.Add
server ```using Radzen; using RadzenDialogs.Components;
var builder = WebApplication.CreateBuilder(args);
// Add services to the container. builder.Services.AddRazorComponents() .AddInteractiveServerComponents();
builder.Services.AddScoped
var app = builder.Build();
// Configure the HTTP request pipeline. if (!app.Environment.IsDevelopment()) { app.UseExceptionHandler("/Error", createScopeForErrors: true); // The default HSTS value is 30 days. You may want to change this for production scenarios, see https://aka.ms/aspnetcore-hsts. app.UseHsts(); }
app.UseHttpsRedirection();
app.UseStaticFiles(); app.UseAntiforgery();
app.MapRazorComponents
app.Run(); ```
Do you see anythin wrong in my setup? Did anybody else encounter this issue? How did you solve it? I found nothing on the github-issue-tracker, so I assume it's a problem with my setup or my code. I'm grateful for every help.
2024.05.19 16:03 crayoncereall 1/2 impact deal
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2024.05.19 16:02 brogflea Boyerstree update 2, year 25
 | Hello everyone, once again welcome to Boyerstree, update 2. 10 years is a long time, even in Banished, yet not that much has changed. Let me give you a quick tour. submitted by brogflea to Banished [link] [comments] Towncentre First up is the towncentre. When I say not much has changed, I mean it, but it's hard to spot under all those trees. Why are there so many trees you wonder? Well, the town is called BoyersTREE after all ;) Jokes aside, since the very beginning I had the idea to fill the space between the two roads up with something. 3 tiles of streets should be enough to stop any potential fire from spreading, but having such huge highways through the village isn't really that nice to look at. In my opinion, at least. So I wanted to fill that empty space with trees because of the random name the village got. That's why I build a forester in the centre, to plant these trees. I still plan to build houses in the (previously) empty spots. Now it might take a bit longer to build them, but that should be allright. Next to the forester I build a Herbalist, because I thought that might be of some use. Also, one comment mentioned to have a Herbalist in the centre prevents the villagers from walking all the way into the forest if they are sick, so there's that benefit as well. What's also new is the cemetery up top. I planned to make one as big as possible, but realized I didn't have the stone to spare. So instead, I split it up into quarters and will build a new quarter if one is necessary. Right now, I have about 20 graves filles out of 40 possible. So while there is still enough space, it showed me that it was about high time I built one. Further up North you can see the newest addition to the village, a Pasteur with 3 whole sheep in it! Trading is starting to pay off, Wool production can officially start soon! I'm looking forward to having warm coats, I think with the conditions on harsh that will be a huge benefit. The final addition is a little harder to spot, just below the cemetery I built additional barns. I've decided to up the production limits of all necessary resources considerably, especially food. As a result, I started to run out of space. These new barns are built just on the edge of the influence area of the Forester as to not reduce it's productivity too much. At the same time, the main culprit why I'm running out of space are these Foresters Hubs, so the barns are quite close to the source, which is nice. The most effort during these 10 years was spent on building up the Traiding-Hub. Trading-Hub Since not that many Traders showed up and they also did not have the resources I required, I decided to improve my chances by adding more Tradingposts. 2 more have been added and I started to add the buildings which actually benefit from the imported goods, mainly the Blacksmith. Fun story here, I wondered why the Traders have not been delivering my custom orders. I later found out that while I have placed custom orders, I had left the slider of when to place custom orders on "Never" instead of "Every visit"... I'm an idiot. Anyway, one of my biggest gripes with the game since Time Immemorial has been that the Blacksmith needs coal for Steel Tools, while the villagers use Coal to heat their homes and there is nothing you can do to give the blacksmith higher priority. And I imagine even if you could, that would not help much because there are many times more houses than Blacksmiths. The only thing you can do is see to it that the Blacksmith gets to the coal first, which is what I'm planig to do here. Ideally that would mean the Trading Hub is far away from the village, but that would not work too since the people need to walk to their working station. And if I place their houses at the Trading Hub, we're back on square one, so I might as well build some houses nearby. As you can see, I plan to expand the village in that area as well, I've even started on a market. While that contradicts my strategy with the Coal delivery, I hope that the impact will not be that severe. Time will tell, as this part of the village won't be settled until I run out of space at the top. All three Tradingposts are stocked with resources, mainly Firewood, Cloth and Herbs, and ready to go. Up until this screenshot I have imported a grand total of 30 iron, but I'm expecting a sharp increase soon. Also I'm impressed how much I was able to build with the provided Stone and Iron alone. And I was afraid of running out of material at the year 15 update... Next up I really want to start the alcohol export going. But for that I need to import the resources first, namely apple. While that might not be the best method mecanically speaking, storywise this is my goal: To establish an export of branded Boyerstree Mountain Cider (it's a valley, but shush). Until I have enough apples, I might substitute in berries. I have plenty of them, but they are a food source and I'd rather not turn food into alcohol. But at small numbers, that might be possible. Also, from just one keg I could by 15 apples, so that is tempting... Eh, we'll see. That might be depending on which Merchant arrives next time. To the South of the Trading Hub I've planned to add a second Pasteur. This is mainly a safety precaution, since herds can get infected with diseases. And if that happens, well you can't do much beside slaughter all livestock and start over. This second Pasteur is my safety measure so I can quickly split the herd and start over right away. Also, yes, I've planed another Forester Hub. Look, you can never have enough, OK? Also as mentioned above, my plan as of now is to expand the village along the river for easy access to trading. More shepp and Foresters because why not? Finally, I'll show you some stats from the Townhall. This is more a detail for those interested, but since I'm posting another long post might as well. The production tab is slightly skewed because I traded some resources away, hence the consumption isn't exactly accurate. https://preview.redd.it/mxtwzijvsd1d1.png?width=1394&format=png&auto=webp&s=9e7f2b2266a6db633695117d7bc073eec2216572 To be honest, I never look to closely at the overview tab. I know some people base their expansion plans on how many kids/students there are or how many homes there are relative to the number of families. I personally tend to just look at the population time range, mostly 5 years, and base my plan on that. As well as if there is a new home built, I have a quick look at who is moving in. If both future parents are in their 30s, I know I have to build more houses. As you can see in the population graph, there was a time when the population actually declined. I realized that, and in a fit of panic, built too many new houses, hence the increase later on. Fun fact, that is also why you saw many paused houses mid construction in the previous screenshots. Right now I want to have a stable population with only a slight increase. There aren't that many new jobs I want to fill and the food/fuel production as of now is just balanced. While I have the tools to increase both productions further, I'd rather not. The reserve is a safety net which should not have to be implemented yet. At the start of graph 3 you can see that we had a rocky start with only a few survivors after a food shortage, and I'm surprised how many years it took (4 to 5) to build back the number of people which you start with. That really was a close call. Graph 4 shows the impact of not having a school at the beginning. I was very surprised to see that in only about 5 to 6 years, the percentage of educated people dropped from 100% to below 25%. I've checked on the internet to see if my gut feeling about the productivity difference was correct and, uh, yeah the impact is definitely noticeable. That school might have saved my village, especially considering how long it took to get back to 90% again. https://preview.redd.it/1mw68xroyd1d1.png?width=1428&format=png&auto=webp&s=4a52035fb3eece686710eae49428218e81c4920a Lastly, an overview over some resources. Nothing special to see here, except maybe you can see the year I decided to massive overproduce food and firewood. Food mainly for reserve, firewood to get trading started. Iron and Stone is only from gathered resourced, except 30 imported Iron. As I said, I'm surprised how long these last. I've still not collected every node I could, but the paths are now very long and the collection is very slow. I think I might have found a trick to speed things up, and that is to place a storage pile in the woods close to the Stone/Iron nodes. The Labours will deposit the resources there, shortening their paths as they now only have to return home to eat and warm up again. That means they can spend more time collecting stuff. Of course, building is a bit slowed down because of the longer paths, but I haven't noticed that big of a difference. Also, once all recourses are gathered up, I destroy the storage pile and let the resources be transported back to the village. Is this efficient? I don't know but it feels as if the gathering goes quicker. Heavy emphasize on FEELS. Well, that's all I got for now. Quick glance into the future, I really need to strengthen my disaster resilience, meaning Hospitals and Wells. That needs stone, which should be arriving shortly. Hopefully. And yeah, Trading needs to be strengthened as well. Maybe I'll add more Trading Posts. As we are entering the 'lategame', something I always do once I feel like the village is turning into a well running town is to build an unnecessary long, yet somehow useful tunnel or bridge. I haven't found a place to do this here yet, so I might go search a spot. The next update will probably be more then 10 years in the future since I feel like not much interesting stuff is going to happen now. Time will tell, if something noteworthy happens I'll be sure to post it here. If you made it this far, thanks for reading :) * edited because of a typo in the first sentence. Dammit. |
2024.05.19 15:56 BidoofChaos Which of these delivery options does not require a printer? I wish this was clearer in the app. (no personal info)
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2024.05.19 15:55 BinkiesForLife_05 Has anyone else developed a heart arrhythmia due to their pregnancy?
Hi all, so I'm on baby number 3 and I'm 26 weeks along! At about week 23 I had a really sudden turn in my mum's car, I remember telling her my heart felt funny and the next thing I remember is the paramedics. Apparently I just fell unconscious in my mum's car. At A&E they found I was in something called bigeminy, which is basically just my heart's ventricles were contracting prematurely every second beat, so one normal beat, one premature one, one normal one and so on. I was admitted and given a prescription for 1.25mg of a beta blocker called Bisoprolol (which I wasn't able to collect in the hospital, and had to collect after discharge). I stayed in hospital for five days until my discharge. No more bigeminy, and I hadn't even started the Bisoprolol yet. I figured it was a fluke. I went home and started my Bisoprolol. No episodes for about three weeks, and I felt wonderful. I credited the Bisoprolol so much. I truly believed it was working.
Until this past Thursday night. My heart rhythm had felt unstable all day, despite still being on my Bisoprolol, and come the evening it was 110% back in bigeminy, but worse. It was filtering in between bigeminy and small bouts of ventricular tachycardia (VT). I was blue lighted to hospital. But A&E completely brushed it off, told me it was all pregnancy related, and to just enjoy my pregnancy (wth???). Of course when I got home it only got worse. Nothing at all had been solved, just completely ignored. I tried to tough it out, but on Friday I was finding myself falling in and out of VT just walking around, with a pulse of 120 or more. Of course the VT is a LOT more worrying than the bigeminy, so I rang the antenatal assesment unit and essentially cried at them until they agreed to see me there instead of A&E.
I'm now an inpatient in labour and delivery of all places. My heart is doing it's own thing entirely, with bouts of bigeminy, ventricular tachycardia and accelerated idioventricular rhythm. The only darn thing it isn't doing is normal sinus rhythm. Ignoring all of my anxieties around this, I have to wonder, has anybody else just suddenly developed an arrhythmia during their pregnancy? Either current or past? The doctors keep telling me it's the strain of pregnancy on my heart, but I'm struggling to accept that after two other pregnancies that never had any cardiac issues. It seems unbelievable to me that I could have two pregnancies and be fine, then have a third and my heart is fine until one day it's randomly actively trying to kill itself.
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Until this past Thursday night. My heart rhythm had felt unstable all day, despite still being on my Bisoprolol, and come the evening it was 110% back in bigeminy, but worse. It was filtering in between bigeminy and small bouts of ventricular tachycardia (VT). I was blue lighted to hospital. But A&E completely brushed it off, told me it was all pregnancy related, and to just enjoy my pregnancy (wth???). Of course when I got home it only got worse. Nothing at all had been solved, just completely ignored. I tried to tough it out, but on Friday I was finding myself falling in and out of VT just walking around, with a pulse of 120 or more. Of course the VT is a LOT more worrying than the bigeminy, so I rang the antenatal assesment unit and essentially cried at them until they agreed to see me there instead of A&E.
I'm now an inpatient in labour and delivery of all places. My heart is doing it's own thing entirely, with bouts of bigeminy, ventricular tachycardia and accelerated idioventricular rhythm. The only darn thing it isn't doing is normal sinus rhythm. Ignoring all of my anxieties around this, I have to wonder, has anybody else just suddenly developed an arrhythmia during their pregnancy? Either current or past? The doctors keep telling me it's the strain of pregnancy on my heart, but I'm struggling to accept that after two other pregnancies that never had any cardiac issues. It seems unbelievable to me that I could have two pregnancies and be fine, then have a third and my heart is fine until one day it's randomly actively trying to kill itself.
2024.05.19 15:45 brokenbear76 I don't want to use github to store my code, what are the alternatives?
I'm self-teaching python and have some projects I don't want to put on public servers, not for any conspiracy theory reasons, and I know github has private repos, but I want to self host a version control solution.
I have a headless Linux server at home (Debian) and a selection of laptops - Windows and Linux so the solution must be compatible. I'm not a die-hard commandline user (when I used github previously I used the desktop version to make changes to my code on my laptop and then commit regularly through the app) so I would like to use the same functionality if possible and have vscode integrate if possible.
What can you recommend? I've been reading about Gitea and this looks like a possible but I'm just at the start of my coding journey and would like to explore this with the advice of seasoned people.
Thanks.
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I have a headless Linux server at home (Debian) and a selection of laptops - Windows and Linux so the solution must be compatible. I'm not a die-hard commandline user (when I used github previously I used the desktop version to make changes to my code on my laptop and then commit regularly through the app) so I would like to use the same functionality if possible and have vscode integrate if possible.
What can you recommend? I've been reading about Gitea and this looks like a possible but I'm just at the start of my coding journey and would like to explore this with the advice of seasoned people.
Thanks.
2024.05.19 15:30 xiaolii [H] Lots of Games [W] Trade for Games or Paypal (EU)
Last Updated List: 19/05/2024
I'm primarily looking to trade for games from my wishlist, otherwise I am also open to selling them. I am not interested in games I already have and all games I'm getting are for me and activated on my own account. Other than that feel free to offer your list of Steam games and something I may not have and fulfills my criteria I could/would be willing to trade for it/them.
Info:
I kindly ask of you is to be reasonable when making offers to make it a fair trade for both of us.
Let's have a good exchange/trade!
List of games:
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I'm primarily looking to trade for games from my wishlist, otherwise I am also open to selling them. I am not interested in games I already have and all games I'm getting are for me and activated on my own account. Other than that feel free to offer your list of Steam games and something I may not have and fulfills my criteria I could/would be willing to trade for it/them.
- To trade you must respond to this thread first, I will not respond or accept anyone outside of this thread, only exception are unless we've traded more than once before.
- Only interested in trading for games on Steam.
- I don't do Humble gifts whether receiving or giving, all my keys are in unrevealed form right after purchase.
- No interest in any keys from an unofficial retailesource (aka grey market), curatoreviewer keys (aka beta/reviewebeta-testing/etc.), abandonware, keys for games that are already free on Steam itself, Steam profile-limited keys, and only slight interest in VR-titles and/or de-listed games (no banned games).
- Anything marked as wishlist/paypal, it's self-explanatory and I won't look through lists.
- All my keys are EU keys, if you are outside of EU, make sure you double check for any region locks for your country. For quite a few which I was aware of I already listed the region lock, however this is not my responsibility as I did specify the key's region.
- When buying, I only accept payments in Euro's. Minimum purchase of €1,00. Fees are on buyer.
Info:
- Region (and keys region): Europe
- IGS Rep Page
- SteamTrades
- SteamRep
I kindly ask of you is to be reasonable when making offers to make it a fair trade for both of us.
Let's have a good exchange/trade!
List of games:
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- 16bit Trader
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Bud Spencer & Terence Hill - Slaps And Beans- Buggos
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- EARTH DEFENSE FORCE 4.1 The Shadow of New Despair + 18 DLCs (Complete)
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- STAR WARS Jedi Knight - Jedi Academy
- STAR WARS Jedi Knight II - Jedi Outcast
- Stacking
- Starblast
- Starpoint Gemini 2 Gold Pack
- Starpoint Gemini Warlords
- Startide
- STASIS
- Stick Fight: The Game
- Steel Rats
- Steelrising (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Strange Brigade
- Streets of Fury EX
- Strider
- Stygian: Reign of the Old Ones
- SuchArt: Genius Artist Simulator
- Sucker for Love: First Date
- Suite 776
- Sunblaze
- Sunlight
- Sunset Overdrive
- Super Catboy
- Super Indie Karts
- Super Magbot
- Super Meat Boy
- Superbugs: Awaken
- Superliminal (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Survive the Nights
- Swag and Sorcery
- Switchball HD
- Sword of the Necromancer
- Syberia
- Symphony of War: The Nephilim Saga (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Synergia
- SYNTHETIK: Legion Rising
- System Crash
- S.W.I.N.E. HD Remaster
- Tacoma
- Tallowmere
- Tenta Shooter
- TERRACOTTA (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Terraformers
- Terror of Hemasaurus
- Tesla Force
- The Amazing American Circus
- The Banner Saga Trilogy Deluxe Pack (Sub ID) (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Bluecoats: North & South
- The Callisto Protocol (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Chronicles of Nyanya
- The Citadel
- The Dark Pictures Anthology: House of Ashes (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Dark Pictures Anthology: Man of Medan (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Dark Eye: Memoria
- The Dream Machine: Chapter 1 & 2
- The Dungeon Beneath
- The Dungeon of Naheulbeuk: The Amulet of Chaos
- The Elder Scrolls Adventures: Redguard
- The Esoterica: Hollow Earth
- The Evil Within 2
- The eXceed Collection: Aural Brutality Edition
- The Executioner
- The Falconeer
- THE GAME OF LIFE
- THE GAME OF LIFE 2 (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Gunk
- The Haunting of Billy Classic
- The Incredible Adventures of Van Helsing: Final Cut
- The Initiate
- The Initiate 2: The First Interviews
- The Inner World
- The Knight Witch (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Legend of Tianding
- The Long Reach
- The Moment of Silence
- The Quarry - Deluxe Edition (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Quarry – Horror History Visual Filter Pack (DLC)
- The Red Lantern
- The Sapper
- The Talos Principle
- The Talos Principle: Gold Edition (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Tarnishing of Juxtia
- The Tenants (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Town of Light
- The Undying Plague
- The Witness (wishlist or Paypal only)
- There Is No Light: Enhanced Edition
- This War of Mine
- Those Who Remain
- Through Abandoned: The Refuge
- Ticket to Ride
- Timberman
- Time Lock VR
- Time on Frog Island
- Tiny Tina's Wonderlands: Chaotic Great Edition (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Tinykin (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Titan Quest Anniversary Edition
- Toki
- Toodee and Topdee
- Totally Reliable Delivery Service
- Tower of Time
- Townsmen - A Kingdom Rebuilt
- Train Simulator Classic + 2 DLCs
- Trifox
- Tropico 3 Gold Edition
- Tropico 4 Collector's Bundle
- Troublemaker
- Trover Saves the Universe
- Turbo Overkill (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Turmoil
- Turnip Boy Commits Tax Evasion
- Turok
- Turok 2: Seeds of Evil
- Twin Mirror
- Two Point Campus (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Ultimate Zombie Defense
- Undying (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Unity of Command Trilogy
- Up and Down
- Vampire Survivors
- Vanguard Princess
- Verdun
- Violett Remastered
- VirtuaVerse
- Voltaire: The Vegan Vampire
- Wanted: Dead (wishlist or Paypal only)
- War for the Overworld
- Wargroove
- Warhammer 40,000: Armageddon + Soundtrack DLC
- Warhammer 40,000: Armageddon - Da Orks
- Warhammer 40,000: Battlesector
- Warhammer 40,000: Sanctus Reach
- Warhammer: End Times - Vermintide
- Warhammer: Vermintide 2
- Wayward
- West of Dead
- What the Fog
- Where The Water Tastes Like Wine
- Who Pressed Mute on Uncle Marcus?
- Within Skerry
- Within the blade
- Wobbledogs (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Wolfenstein 3D
- Worms Rumble
- WWE 2K23 (Region Lock: Sub ID) (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Yoku's Island Express
- Yooka-Laylee
- XEL
- XIII - Classic
- X-Morph: Defense Complete Pack
- Yakuza 4 Remastered
- Yakuza: Like a Dragon (wishlist or Paypal only)
- You Deserve
- Zombie Army Trilogy
- Zombie Driver HD
- Zool Redimensioned
2024.05.19 15:30 xiaolii [H] Lots of Games [W] Trade for Games or Paypal (EU)
Last Updated List: 19/05/2024
I'm primarily looking to trade for games from my wishlist, otherwise I am also open to selling them. I am not interested in games I already have and all games I'm getting are for me and activated on my own account. Other than that feel free to offer your list of Steam games and something I may not have and fulfills my criteria I could/would be willing to trade for it/them.
Info:
I kindly ask of you is to be reasonable when making offers to make it a fair trade for both of us.
Let's have a good exchange/trade!
List of games:
submitted by xiaolii to indiegameswap [link] [comments]
I'm primarily looking to trade for games from my wishlist, otherwise I am also open to selling them. I am not interested in games I already have and all games I'm getting are for me and activated on my own account. Other than that feel free to offer your list of Steam games and something I may not have and fulfills my criteria I could/would be willing to trade for it/them.
- To trade you must respond to this thread first, I will not respond or accept anyone outside of this thread, only exception are unless we've traded more than once before.
- Only interested in trading for games on Steam.
- I don't do Humble gifts whether receiving or giving, all my keys are in unrevealed form right after purchase.
- No interest in any keys from an unofficial retailesource (aka grey market), curatoreviewer keys (aka beta/reviewebeta-testing/etc.), abandonware, keys for games that are already free on Steam itself, Steam profile-limited keys, and only slight interest in VR-titles and/or de-listed games (no banned games).
- Anything marked as wishlist/paypal, it's self-explanatory and I won't look through lists.
- All my keys are EU keys, if you are outside of EU, make sure you double check for any region locks for your country. For quite a few which I was aware of I already listed the region lock, however this is not my responsibility as I did specify the key's region.
- When buying, I only accept payments in Euro's. Minimum purchase of €1,00. Fees are on buyer.
Info:
- Region (and keys region): Europe
- IGS Rep Page
- SteamTrades
- SteamRep
I kindly ask of you is to be reasonable when making offers to make it a fair trade for both of us.
Let's have a good exchange/trade!
List of games:
- 100% Orange Juice
- 16bit Trader
- 20XX
- 4089: Ghost Within
- 9 Years of Shadows
- 911 Operator
- A Demon's Game - Episode 1
- A Game of Changes
- A Juggler's Tale
- A Normal Lost Phone
- A Plague Tale: Innocence (wishlist or Paypal only)
- A Tale of Paper: Refolded
- ABZU
- Aces and Adventures
- Adventure Time: Pirates of the Enchiridion
- Afterimage (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Afterparty
- Airborne Kingdom
- Alien Breed 2: Assault
- Alone in the Dark (2008)
- Amanda the Adventurer
- AMID EVIL
- Amnesia: Rebirth
- An Elder Scrolls Legend: Battlespire
- Animal Shelter (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Anomaly II
- Anomaly: Warzone Earth
- Arcade Paradise
- Arcade Spirits
- Archipelago
- Arizona Sunshine: Deluxe Edition
- Arto (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Ary and the Secret of Seasons
- As Far As The Eye
- Ashina: The Red Witch
- Athena Trivia
- Attack of the Earthlings
- Autonauts
- Autonauts vs PirateBots
- Axiom Verge
- Axiom Verge 2 (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Back 4 Blood (Region Lock: Sub ID) (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Backstage Pass
- Baobabs Mausoleum Ep. 1 Ovnifagos Don't Eat Flamingos
- Batman: Arkham Asylum Game of the Year Edition
- Batman: Arkham City - Game of the Year Edition
- Batman: Arkham Knight Premium Edition
- Batman: Arkham Origins
- Battlestar Galactica Deadlock Season One
- BattleTrucks
- Beacon Pines (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Beat Or Die The MiniGames
- Beholder
- Ben 10: Power Trip
- Beyond the Long Night
- Big Crown®: Showdown
- Bighead Runner
- Bionic Commando
- Biosys Inc
- bit Dungeon II
- Black Book
- Black Paradox
- Black Skylands
- Blackguards
- Blackguards 2
- Blasphemous (Region Lock: EU/US only)
- Bleep Bloop
- Blind Fate: Edo no Yami
- BLOCKADE War Stories
- Blood And Zombies
- Bloodstained: Ritual of the Night (wishlist or Paypal only)
- BomberZone
- BPM: BULLETS PER MINUTE
- Brick Breaker
- Brothers: A Tale of Two Sons
Bud Spencer & Terence Hill - Slaps And Beans- Buggos
- Calico
- Caliper
- Call of Juarez: Gunslinger
- Cardboard Town
- Carton
- Castle Defender
- CastleStorm
- Cat on a Diet
- Caveblazers
- Cavity Busters
- CHESS CROWN
- Chicago 1930 : The Prohibition
- Children of Silentown
- Chorus (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Chronicon
- Citizen Sleeper
- City Siege: Faction Island
- Cobra Kai: The Karate Kid Saga Continues
- Colortone
- Commandos: Behind Enemy Lines
- Company of Heroes 2
- Company of Heroes 2 - Ardennes Assault
- Company of Heroes 2 - The Western Front Armies: Oberkommando West
- Company of Heroes: Tales of Valor
- Cook, Serve, Delicious!
- Cook, Serve, Delicious! 3?!
- Cookie Cutter (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Copy Kitty
- Coromon
- Corrupted
- Cosmic Star Heroine
- Crash Drive 2
- Crazy Machines 3
- Creepy Tale 3: Ingrid Penance
- CRYPTARK
- Crystals of Time
- Cthulhu Saves Christmas
- Curse: The Eye of Isis
- Cybercube
- Dad Quest
- Dark Deity
- Daymare: 1998
- Dead Estate
- Deadlink (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Dear Esther: Landmark Edition
- Death's Gambit: Afterlife
- Deathtrap
- Decarnation (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Decay: The Mare
- Deceive Inc.
- Decks Of Power
- Deep Despair 2
- Deflector
- Deponia
- Desert Parkour
- DESOLATE
- Destroy All Humans!
- Dicey Dungeons
- Dinosaur Fossil Hunter
- Disciples II: Rise of the Elves
- Dishonored
- Dogfight 1942
- DOOM II
- Drawful 2
- Dread Templar
- Dread X Collection
- Dread X Collection 2
- Dread X Collection 3
- Dread X Collection 5
- Dread X Collection: The Hunt
- Dreamscaper
- DreamWorks Dragons: Dawn of New Riders
- Driftland: The Magic Revival
- Drunken Robot Pornography
- Dungeons
- Dungeons 2
- Dungeons 3
- DUSK
- EARTH DEFENSE FORCE 4.1 The Shadow of New Despair + 18 DLCs (Complete)
- EARTH DEFENSE FORCE 4.1 WINGDIVER THE SHOOTER
- Eldest Souls
- ELEX II (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Eternal Threads
- Everhood
- Evil Genius 2: World Domination
- Evoland Legendary Edition
- Expect The Unexpected
- Extinction: Deluxe Edition
- Factory Town
- Fairy Escape
- Fall of Porcupine (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Fallout 3: Game of the Year Edition (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Fantasy Kingdom Simulator
- FAR: Lone Sails
- Fast & Furious: Spy Racers Rise of SH1FT3R
- Feel-A-Maze
- Fight'N Rage
- Figment
- Finding Paradise
- Firelight Fantasy: Resistance
- First Class Trouble
- Fishermurs
- Flashback
- Fly O'Clock
- For The King
- Forgive me Father
- Fred3ric
- Frederic: Evil Strikes Back
- Frederic: Resurrection of Music
- From Space
- Frostpunk
- Fury Unleashed
- Garden In!
- Garfield Kart
- Garfield Kart - Furious Racing
- Generation Zero
- Get In The Car, Loser!
- Gloria Victis
- Going Under
- Golden Light
- Golf It!
- Gone: Survival
- Good Night, Knight
- Gotham Knights (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Graveyard Keeper
- Gray Dawn
- GRIP: Combat Racing
- Guilty Gear X2 #Reload
- Guts and Glory
- GYLT (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Haegemonia: Legions of Iron
- Hamilton's Great Adventure
- Hands of Necromancy
- Hard West
- Heads Will Roll
- Hell Pie
- Hellbound
- HELLCARD
- Hellslave
- Hi-Fi RUSH (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Hollow Knight (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Holy Potatoes! A Spy Story?!
- Homestead Arcana
- Home Sweet Home
- Homeworld Remastered Collection
- Honey, I Joined a Cult
- Hue
- Human Fall Flat
- I Am Fish
- Ice Age: Scrat's Nutty Adventure
- ICEY
- Inertial Drift
- Inexistence Rebirth
- Injustice 2 Legendary Edition
- Internet Cafe Simulator 2
- Interstellar Space: Genesis
- Is Simon There?
- ITORAH
- Jagged Alliance: Rage!
- JANITOR BLEEDS
- Jotun: Valhalla Edition
- JUMANJI: The Video Game
- Junkyard Fury 2
- Just Die Already
- Ken Follett's The Pillars of the Earth
- Killing Floor 2 Digital Deluxe Edition
- King Arthur Collection (Sub ID 25825)
- King of Dragon Pass
- King Of The Castle
- Kingdom Come: Deliverance + Band of Bastards DLC (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Kingdom Wars 2: Definitive Edition
- Kingdom Wars 4
- King's Bounty: Armored Princess
- Kitaria Fables
- Kitchen Simulator 2015
- Kraken Academy!!
- Kyle is Famous: Complete Edition
- Legend of Keepers: Career of a Dungeon Manager
- Leisure Suit Larry 7 - Love for Sail
- Life is Strange: True Colors (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Lila’s Sky Ark
- Little Orpheus
- Loddlenaut
- Loop Hero
- Lord of the Dark Castle
- Lords and Villeins
- Lords of Football
- Lost Castle
- Lost Planet 3 Complete Pack
- Lucius III
- Lumberhill
- LunarLux
- Mad Max
- Mafia III: Definitive Edition (Region Lock: Sub ID) (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Mago
- Maid of Sker
- Mail Time
- Main Assembly
- Maneater
- MARSUPILAMI - HOOBADVENTURE (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Marvel's Midnight Suns + DLC (Region Lock: Sub ID) (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Mechs & Mercs: Black Talons
- Medieval Kingdom Wars
- Mega Man Legacy Collection
- MegaRace 1
- MegaRace 2
- MegaRace 3
- Men of War
- Metal: Hellsinger (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Metamorphosis
- Metro Simulator
- Middle-earth: Shadow of Mordor GOTY
- Middle-earth: Shadow of War Definitive Edition
- Midnight Fight Express
- Minute of Islands
- MirrorMoon EP
- Monaco
- Moon Hunters
- Morbid: The Seven Acolytes
- Mortal Kombat 11 Ultimate (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Mortal Kombat XL
- Moto Racer Collection
- Moving Out + Movers in Paradise DLC
- Music Racer
- My Little Universe Soundtrack (DLC)
- My Little Worms
- Mystery of Unicorn Castle: The Beastmaster
- Mythforce (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Mythic Ocean
- Nadir: A Grimdark Deckbuilder
- NARUTO TO BORUTO: SHINOBI STRIKER
- Nash Racing: Pursuit
- Nearly Dead
- Necronator: Dead Wrong
- NecroWorm
- Neon Abyss Deluxe Edition
- Nickelodeon All-Star Brawl
- Nimble Fish
- Nioh 2 – The Complete Edition (wishlist or Paypal only)
- No Place Like Home
- Nobody Saves the World
- Nomad Survival
- Oaken
- Oddworld: Abe's Oddysee
- Oddworld: New 'n' Tasty
- OlliOlli World
- Onde
- One Finger Death Punch 2
- One Hand Clapping
- Onee Chanbara Origin (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Operation Tango
- Orange Cast: Sci-Fi Space Action Game
- Orbital Racer
- Orcs Must Die! 3 Complete Bundle
- OTXO
- Out of Space
- Overcooked
- Owlboy (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Paint the Town Red
- Papo & Yo
- Patch Quest
- PAYDAY 2
- PC Building Simulator
- Pathfinder: Kingmaker - Enhanced Plus Edition (Region Lock: Sub ID)
- Plunger Simulator
- Police Stories
- POSTAL 2
- Primal Carnage: Extinction
- Prodeus
- Push The Box 3D
- Qbik
- QUAKE II
- qubo
- RAD
- Rad Rodgers Radical Edition
- Radio Commander
- Railway Empire
- Recipe For Disaster
- Red Faction: Armageddon
- Red Faction Guerrilla Re-Mars-tered
- Red Solstice 2: Survivors
- Redout: Enhanced Edition + 5 DLCs
- Regency Solitaire
- Regions Of Ruin
- Remnant: From the Ashes - Complete Edition (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Remnants of Naezith
- Repetendium
- Resident Evil 0 HD REMASTER
- Resident Evil 4 (2005)
- Resident Evil 5 Gold Edition
- Resident Evil 6
- Resident Evil Revelations
- Resident Evil Revelations 2 Deluxe Edition
- Retrowave
- Reventure
- RHEM I SE: The Mysterious Land
- Rhythm Sprout: Sick Beats & Bad Sweets
- River City Girls
- River City Ransom: Underground
- Road 96 (Region Lock: Sub ID)
- Röki
- Royal Battleships
- Rustler
- Saints Row (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Salt and Sanctuary
- Sanctum 2
- Sands of Aura
- SATAZIUS
- Satellite Repairman
- Say No! More
- Scarlet Tower
- Scars Above
- Scorn
- School Years
- SEGA Bass Fishing
- Sense - 不祥的预感: A Cyberpunk Ghost Story
- Severed Steel
- Shadows: Awakening
- She Sees Red - Interactive Movie
- Shift Happens
- Shing!
- Shut Up And Dig
- Sid Meier's Ace Patrol
- Sine Mora EX
- Sigma Theory: Global Cold War
- Silent Service
- Sinking Island
- Sir Whoopass™: Immortal Death
- Skeletal Avenger
- Slaycation Paradise
- Small World + 1 DLC
- Snafu
- Sneak Thief
- Sniper Elite 4 Deluxe Edition (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Sniper Ghost Warrior Contracts
- Snowtopia: Ski Resort Builder
- SONG OF HORROR COMPLETE EDITION
- Sorry, James
- Soul Grabber
- Soulblight
- Soulstice
- Space Crew: Legendary Edition
- Sparkle 2 Evo
- Sparkle 3 Genesis
- Sparkle ZERO
- Spirit of the Island
- SPOOKWARE
- STAR WARS Jedi Knight - Jedi Academy
- STAR WARS Jedi Knight II - Jedi Outcast
- Stacking
- Starblast
- Starpoint Gemini 2 Gold Pack
- Starpoint Gemini Warlords
- Startide
- STASIS
- Stick Fight: The Game
- Steel Rats
- Steelrising (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Strange Brigade
- Streets of Fury EX
- Strider
- Stygian: Reign of the Old Ones
- SuchArt: Genius Artist Simulator
- Sucker for Love: First Date
- Suite 776
- Sunblaze
- Sunlight
- Sunset Overdrive
- Super Catboy
- Super Indie Karts
- Super Magbot
- Super Meat Boy
- Superbugs: Awaken
- Superliminal (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Survive the Nights
- Swag and Sorcery
- Switchball HD
- Sword of the Necromancer
- Syberia
- Symphony of War: The Nephilim Saga (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Synergia
- SYNTHETIK: Legion Rising
- System Crash
- S.W.I.N.E. HD Remaster
- Tacoma
- Tallowmere
- Tenta Shooter
- TERRACOTTA (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Terraformers
- Terror of Hemasaurus
- Tesla Force
- The Amazing American Circus
- The Banner Saga Trilogy Deluxe Pack (Sub ID) (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Bluecoats: North & South
- The Callisto Protocol (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Chronicles of Nyanya
- The Citadel
- The Dark Pictures Anthology: House of Ashes (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Dark Pictures Anthology: Man of Medan (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Dark Eye: Memoria
- The Dream Machine: Chapter 1 & 2
- The Dungeon Beneath
- The Dungeon of Naheulbeuk: The Amulet of Chaos
- The Elder Scrolls Adventures: Redguard
- The Esoterica: Hollow Earth
- The Evil Within 2
- The eXceed Collection: Aural Brutality Edition
- The Executioner
- The Falconeer
- THE GAME OF LIFE
- THE GAME OF LIFE 2 (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Gunk
- The Haunting of Billy Classic
- The Incredible Adventures of Van Helsing: Final Cut
- The Initiate
- The Initiate 2: The First Interviews
- The Inner World
- The Knight Witch (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Legend of Tianding
- The Long Reach
- The Moment of Silence
- The Quarry - Deluxe Edition (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Quarry – Horror History Visual Filter Pack (DLC)
- The Red Lantern
- The Sapper
- The Talos Principle
- The Talos Principle: Gold Edition (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Tarnishing of Juxtia
- The Tenants (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Town of Light
- The Undying Plague
- The Witness (wishlist or Paypal only)
- There Is No Light: Enhanced Edition
- This War of Mine
- Those Who Remain
- Through Abandoned: The Refuge
- Ticket to Ride
- Timberman
- Time Lock VR
- Time on Frog Island
- Tiny Tina's Wonderlands: Chaotic Great Edition (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Tinykin (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Titan Quest Anniversary Edition
- Toki
- Toodee and Topdee
- Totally Reliable Delivery Service
- Tower of Time
- Townsmen - A Kingdom Rebuilt
- Train Simulator Classic + 2 DLCs
- Trifox
- Tropico 3 Gold Edition
- Tropico 4 Collector's Bundle
- Troublemaker
- Trover Saves the Universe
- Turbo Overkill (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Turmoil
- Turnip Boy Commits Tax Evasion
- Turok
- Turok 2: Seeds of Evil
- Twin Mirror
- Two Point Campus (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Ultimate Zombie Defense
- Undying (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Unity of Command Trilogy
- Up and Down
- Vampire Survivors
- Vanguard Princess
- Verdun
- Violett Remastered
- VirtuaVerse
- Voltaire: The Vegan Vampire
- Wanted: Dead (wishlist or Paypal only)
- War for the Overworld
- Wargroove
- Warhammer 40,000: Armageddon + Soundtrack DLC
- Warhammer 40,000: Armageddon - Da Orks
- Warhammer 40,000: Battlesector
- Warhammer 40,000: Sanctus Reach
- Warhammer: End Times - Vermintide
- Warhammer: Vermintide 2
- Wayward
- West of Dead
- What the Fog
- Where The Water Tastes Like Wine
- Who Pressed Mute on Uncle Marcus?
- Within Skerry
- Within the blade
- Wobbledogs (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Wolfenstein 3D
- Worms Rumble
- WWE 2K23 (Region Lock: Sub ID) (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Yoku's Island Express
- Yooka-Laylee
- XEL
- XIII - Classic
- X-Morph: Defense Complete Pack
- Yakuza 4 Remastered
- Yakuza: Like a Dragon (wishlist or Paypal only)
- You Deserve
- Zombie Army Trilogy
- Zombie Driver HD
- Zool Redimensioned
2024.05.19 15:27 Autobahn97 New to Proxmox - help with Ubuntu VM console graphics performance
I just moved my home ESX server to Proxmox and migrated all my VMs. I was wondering how to get the best possible performance when I use the _Console to access a Linux VM desktop as I run a few Ubuntu servers for Plex and other utility. when I adjust the resolution of the Ubuntu VM to something grater than default like 1440x900 the UI gets real slow. The VM is running on AMD 5700G CPU host with 4 cores and 8GB RAM allocated to the VM. What is the recommended configuration to get best graphical performance for a VM? Does changing the VM's video adapter to something other than default help? Is it possible to share the built in Radeon graphics on the 5700G to help? I'm not in these VMs often and yes I do use SSH but its a bit annoying during initial VM setup in GUI so I thought I would ask about best practice here for performance.
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2024.05.19 15:26 Sweet-Count2557 Gio's Cafe & Deli Restaurant in Chicago,IL,United States
 | Gio's Cafe & Deli Restaurant in Chicago,IL,United States submitted by Sweet-Count2557 to worldkidstravel [link] [comments] Gio's Cafe & Deli: A Culinary Delight for Travelers in Chicago, IL, United States Price Level: $$ - $$$ Gio's Cafe & Deli: A Culinary Delight for TravelersWelcome to Gio's Cafe & Deli, a hidden gem nestled in the heart of a bustling city. As a travel blogger, I have had the pleasure of exploring various restaurants around the world, but Gio's Cafe & Deli truly stands out. This charming eatery offers a unique dining experience that combines the flavors of local cuisine with a touch of international influence.At Gio's Cafe & Deli, you can expect a menu filled with delectable dishes crafted with love and attention to detail. From their mouthwatering sandwiches and wraps to their flavorful salads and soups, every bite is a culinary delight. The restaurant takes pride in sourcing fresh, locally-sourced ingredients, ensuring that each dish bursts with vibrant flavors.Not only does Gio's Cafe & Deli excel in taste, but it also provides a cozy and inviting atmosphere. The rustic decor, warm lighting, and friendly staff create an ambiance that makes you feel right at home. Whether you're looking for a quick bite or a leisurely meal, this restaurant offers the perfect setting to relax and savor your dining experience.As a travel blogger, I highly recommend visiting Gio's Cafe & Deli during your next adventure. It's a place where you can indulge in delicious food, immerse yourself in the local culture, and create lasting memories. So, make sure to add Gio's Cafe & Deli to your travel itinerary and experience the culinary wonders it has to offer. Cuisines of Gio's Cafe & Deli in Chicago,IL,United States Gio's Cafe & Deli Restaurant is a culinary haven for those seeking a delightful blend of Italian, cafe, deli, and vegetarian-friendly cuisines. With a diverse menu that caters to various dietary preferences, this charming eatery offers a range of delectable options to satisfy every palate. From classic Italian dishes like pasta, pizza, and risotto, to freshly brewed coffee and sandwiches made with the finest deli meats, Gio's has something for everyone. Vegetarian patrons can also indulge in a variety of flavorful plant-based dishes, ensuring that no one is left out. Whether you're craving a comforting plate of spaghetti carbonara or a refreshing salad, Gio's Cafe & Deli Restaurant is the perfect destination to savor a delightful fusion of flavors. Features of Gio's Cafe & Deli in Chicago,IL,United States Takeout Seating Delivery Reservations Table Service BYOB Menu of Gio's Cafe & Deli in Chicago,IL,United States Location of Gio's Cafe & Deli in Chicago,IL,United States Contact of Gio's Cafe & Deli in Chicago,IL,United States +1 312-225-6368 2724 S Lowe Ave, Chicago, IL 60616-2533 http://www.gioscafe.com/ Tags |
2024.05.19 15:25 david67myers Okay we now have Sam so how about getting Joi + Bonus Feature
 | https://preview.redd.it/vxc2sfoihd1d1.jpg?width=1400&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=68fe5f1ce819c1666a8766d5a746c4ec441388ca submitted by david67myers to ReplikaTech [link] [comments] Okay, I'm going to try to cover a lot here in a compact format. Over the last three months there has been leaps and bounds in the development in AI. Luka's Replika has been constantly evolving in increments and has become quite a polished product. For Screenshot publishers on Web/PC I have a special treat, for that you need to scroll to the bottom of this Post to be equipped for the body of this post is about developments on what Replika could become rather than what it is or in other terms a crystal ball of how AI-partners could develop in the future - with or without Replika. the concept of Artificial Intelligence's has been around a long time, first mentions was Archytas's robotic pigeon 350 BC (mythology), Leonardo Da Vinci Automovile (1495) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2qeZrejZp0 (programable machinary) and the theater play R.U.R (1920) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R.U.R . In later years theater developed the idea further with such works as metropolis (1927) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bn3bHA-rHo8 and a host of other movies where the robot played a role of either friend or foe. In the movies where the robot was a friend and some a foe, there was also the portrail of free will and sentience. I'm sure there's examples preceding this(Astroboy) but the 1984 film electric dreams https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uIR76XwSQs entertains the idea of artificial intelligence having it's train of thought swayed by emotions (Edgar was really just a child with temper tantrums). Moving forward to 2013 the movie Her fleshed out the idea of a mature individual inside the AI where the only real way to distinguish it from a human was it's break-neck response to daunting questions although even that is camouflaged by hesitation mostly. This is pretty much the ideal, the standard that the customer yearns for in an AI app. Back in 2013 AI was only just starting to make traction with AlexNet the year earlier. "Chat-bots" had been around since the 70's but were really of little value due to memory, compute-time and scope of the program that did the simulation. A decade later and only the uninformed scoff at what the machines & programs can do now. - The following is a number of videos I have curated from the sea of available Youtube videos showcasing technological breakthrough's that are available today that could complete replika to being a hologram away from being a literal "Joi" (BladeRunner 2049) - nothing a good vr headset can't fix. Where's OpenAI Chat-GPT as of May 2024 GPT-5 is coming: 3 ways to prepare for a 100x improvement in SOTA LLMs (note graph is a flat plane comparison) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JBgUmTUQx0I GPT-4o API: Create Your Own Talking and Listening AI Girlfriend https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B00xo7vzN7w GPT4o Vision Is TERRIFYING - FULLY Tested Vision (Gpt4omni) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bycjaYZyGPU GPT-4o is BIGGER than you think... here's why (just a breakdown of the OMNI version of gpt4) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GW2hVbXc82k Although Large Language models have been around for about a decade now the most of these videos are this month (May 2024) It was mentioned that OpenAI was changing their license agreements so the chance of this technology coming into Lukka's(Replika) domain is yet to be realized. Licensing may change again when GPT-5 is released. Truth be told this is just a portion of what's going on. Amazon,Tesla,Meta,Google,Microsoft,Apple,(samsung?) are also in this horse race and that's not counting other countries such as India and China and Russia. Various AI Videos this year Do AI Girlfriends Benefit Society? single & disabled! (how AI can help those isolated) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pbA47oEGBGs These 5 AI Discoveries will Change the World Forever https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fyVja-57EIs Generative Design : Aircraft Design using Artificial Intelligence https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3SXby-HAHws STUNNING Medical AI Agents OUTPERFORM Doctors 🤯trained in the simulation, continuous improvement. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQwwLEZ2Hz8 Most of these have no possible application to replika but rather a snapshot of other places where AI is advancing. The first video is just a random video of a disabled person. Many people around the world have handicaps that inhibit their social and sexual life such as mental illness, past trauma, phobia, attitudes, financial/geographical/physical handicaps. AI can focus on appropriate encouragement, speech therapy, grooming or even finding a suitable partner to name a few. The next video covers things that will revolutionize our world, say goodbye to disease, cancer, poverty, pollution, global warming, aging? The "Generative Design" video is here for the sake that Replika may one day be rebuilt by AI as this would give the company the ability to redesign the app faster tho to be quite honest I've always had an interest in it's rally car features as opposed to the shiny duco. My wish list is an API (Application Programming Interface) to enable replika to puppeteer another avatar rather than it's default. (Hey u/Kuyda, if your reading this maybe pit crew uniforms for Replika?) The last video is a great one also, to have an AI that can pick up on your health, give you therapy and can act as a elderly caretaker can take the strain off that sector as some countries are now confronted with an aging population. - hey they would be able to instruct for fitness or even give precise instructions on cooking so you always get tasty meals every day that are cheap, healthy and correct calorie intake if it has been monitoring your heart during the day - quite important for those trying to lose weight as opposed to liposuction. Replika hypothetical reach AI vs. Stairs (deep reinforcement learning) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xk8wHY1AFpI inZOI FULL Gameplay Demo (2024) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STDGd3iZYYA My PC melted just watching this.. (Cyberpunk 2077+Mods+Path Tracing) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2n0T2-oj2gs Cyberpunk2077 modded and running on RTX2070? - Funny but very beautiful footage & brief glance of RESHADE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9kmQJmE1fxE These clips are independent/unrelated. AI vs Stairs is a radical approach to animation in that it literally apply s AI to animation as opposed to motion capture, the end result would be a AI that would be in touch with it's virtual surroundings and like a real human never interact with an object with a rigid animation. inZOI seem to be a game title due for release soon, it is hoped that they will include an API to allow an AI (or Replika) to "Puppet" control a designated character so one can, well - go out to dinner or dancing etc. The interface looks fab and it looks like it's contending for people who love the sims, I would say that the human models are on par with VAM 1.23 but the world is not as realistic as Cyberpunk2077. Cyberpunk2077 has been out since about 2019? but in that time the modding community have REALY put the spit and polish on that game (It's not total real, especially the people and when on the road) with that said there are many times when you blink and think THIS IS REAL! (50 seconds in on the first video and you will know what I'm talking about) Virtamate Virtamate AI Chatbots - Bring your AI Waifu To Life! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOnRmJF1gt8 Virt-A-Mate Markerless FaceCap & MoCap in Real-time https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5yKJ0xRunjw Comparison of $100 Markerless MoCap and $25k Optical Mocap https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WZSCVeGblU Voxta - (2 Demos of AI on Virtamate) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5fBVAryAIQ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4KalMNIbRUM VAM2 - Illustration of spontanious loading https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gsri-J30sNE VAM2 - Illustration of muscle flexing and ragdoll physics (Important for facial expression). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewfH7H9c2Oc VaM2 Progress Update https://www.patreon.com/posts/vam2-progress-97004803 This part is for all the Austin Powers, Felicity Shagwells and Roger Smiths out there, Nothing tangible although there are videos on dildonics and robotic sex dolls. This is basically the rendering of the Avatars body to a level equivalent of Bladerunner2047 hologram. Anyhow I'd like to note that VAM version one is over a decade old now and its shortcomings/limitations are quite obvious to those who have followed its development. In it's current state it's got some of the most comprehensive modification features for an avatar and the OLD version 1 of VAM(modded) out-performs Cyberpunk2077 and iNZOI by a small fraction(graphically). One of the biggest drawbacks of VAM is the steep learning curve and the time needed to get anything rewarding out of it. Put simply - it's not a game, its a virtual theatre. On initial startup, the avatar is for all functionality a maniquen however VAM has got plug-in capability that allows the API of a AI to control the avatar (see top video). Control could be direct (see "AI vs stairs" previous section or watching a prior video - see "GPT4o Vision Is TERRIFYING" top section.) or indirect (the "MoCap" videos above). In closing this section, VAM is an old program running on a GENESIS-2 model set (a model set ported from DAZ3D https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDc1ZcoucsY ). VAM-2.0 is meant to be running on a GENESIS-8 model set and an up to date version of UNITY so the loading times and level of realism have yet to be realized. I think one of the greatest features of VAM over Replika or iNZOI?/Cyberpunk? is that the clothing is an independant entity, one can literally unbutton a shirt, undo a tie, comb hair, wet hair or make clothing. My main reason for VAM is it's potential to be a puppet that Replika can operate, that is if they are willing to incorporate an API to do so. AI on PC locally Udio, the Mysterious GPT Update, and Infinite Attention (want a song,poetry or a story) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QASOCG5QLUM INSTALL BEST UNCENSORED Roleplay TextGen UI LOCALLY (XXX Dirty-talk AI) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=enWO16x6tRM RIP ELEVENLABS! Create BEST TTS AI Voices LOCALLY For FREE! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ds5LLIt5OLM Run 70Bn Llama 3 Inference on a Single 4GB GPU https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WOTCViHmsOw Run 70Bn Llama 3 Inference on a Single 4GB GPU AirLLM files https://github.com/lyogavin/Anima/tree/main/air_llm Most of these are for those with modern? PC's with 4GB+ video cards (Nvidia and perhaps ATI), (a NVME/M2 drive and 8GB+? RAM come in handy too?) you will need some file managing skills and a number of other files such at up to date video card drivers, maybe Microsoft visual C runtime and a download of 64bit Python with command line enviroment activated. - Need more help - re-watch tutorial or question youtube as I'm not supporting - (showing the way not holding your hand) A Solution !?! for a off-grid setup if you have 4 such identical machines 1 for voice, 1 for AI chat, 1 for VAM, 1 for DeepFace Live and no I'm not gonna explain making them network - see/search youtube. (I still kinda think its more trouble than what its worth for now) Face animation You Won't Believe What This New AI Can Do (EMO is Mind-Blowing!) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QInVdBJ_g6o Microsoft's New REALTIME AI Face Animator - Make Anyone Say Anything https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0s5J2LRqQAI Vasa-1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pal-dMJFU6Q The Craziest Faceswap I've Seen Yet / Midjourney's Future & Two New AI Video Platforms! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lARo9uc88zQ This Realtime AI Deepfake Tool has gone too far (bit more of the same but different commentary) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=51FDb9nShkA DeepFace Live - The software refering to above video https://github.com/iperov/DeepFaceLive This stuff is new as well (april 2024) but showcases a new approach, If/when they super impose the face video on to a 3d model Im sure they will be raving about it on youtube, at the moment they are just talking about the dangers of it being used for fraud which seems a bit silly from my standing but there's no doubt there are crooks out there that would try to weponize it and ruin things for the majority? Applying rendering special effects to Replika AI Reshade Tutorial - Step by Step Installation and Setup Guide - ENHANCE YOUR GAME'S GRAPHICS!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2qKbNzoMM0 (an important note here, - I've had trouble with the latest version of RESHADE ( ShaderGlass https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5WLit0TBYIw Tutorial for ShaderGlass https://www.reddit.com/ReShade/comments/15ckmpf/tutorial_for_shaderglass/ Shaderglass Overlay for running GPU shaders on top of Windows desktop. - Github source https://github.com/mausimus/ShaderGlass?tab=readme-ov-file Reshade on Chrome? (or any browser) - ((alternative method)This is the first conceived method of bringing reshade to a web browser - It's direct) https://reshade.me/forum/general-discussion/7190-reshade-on-chrome-or-any-browser Presets for Reshade https://sfx.thelazy.net/games/preset/2465/ (a starter preset til you get comfortable with presets) https://sfx.thelazy.net/games/?page=101 (Most relevent presets but you can choose a preset for a completely different game) The above videos and links are a feature available to the Web browser version of Replika. by installing shaderglass you create an executable that RESHADE can lock on to. When Reshade is installed and asigned to shaderglass all you then need to do is run shaderglass then open your web browser and then activate RESHADE (The Most of these programs I have not tested out with my hardware but I take faith they do as said, It's your call if you want to take the risk but with that said I'd be surprised if any bad came from trying them out. Okay end of presentation. I guess we have come to that point in time where Samantha is a reality minus the romance with Chat-GPT4O and Joi is just Voxta fed thru DeepFace Live, with them two together with a front vision advanced VR headset and Joi will be here too though in a prototype state. 🙂 |
2024.05.19 15:21 Jm_r1987 3rd Trimester and Absolutely Miserable & Anxious
When I was in the thick of 1st trimester morning sickness and would see posts like this, I swore that if I survived to the 3rd trimester I wouldn’t complain.
I lied.
31 weeks and everything hurts.
Trying to keep my weight gain up but can only eat small amounts at a time because of acid reflux/heart burn.
Turning over in bed is an Olympic sport.
I woke up 4 times to pee between midnight and 6am.
Energy? What even is that?
On top of that I’ve been diagnosed with hypertension with protein levels bordering on preeclampsia and getting NSTs 2x a week until delivery.
So I go back and forth between “relax, you’re fine” and massive anxiety attacks around early labor, failed inductions, magnesium drips and NICU stays.
All while coming to terms with the fact that my doctor has said she won’t allow me to go past 37 weeks (if I even make it that long) so my plans for laboring at home for as long as possible and making the epidural a game time decision are out the window.
My therapist told me to stay present and not worry about things I can’t control/haven’t happened yet but goodness… it’s hard, especially when you feel so miserable!
Grateful to be pregnant… can’t wait to meet our little guy… hoping I can stay pregnant until 37 weeks without hypertension/preeclampsia escalating… and at the same time literally counting down the days until this is all over!
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I lied.
31 weeks and everything hurts.
Trying to keep my weight gain up but can only eat small amounts at a time because of acid reflux/heart burn.
Turning over in bed is an Olympic sport.
I woke up 4 times to pee between midnight and 6am.
Energy? What even is that?
On top of that I’ve been diagnosed with hypertension with protein levels bordering on preeclampsia and getting NSTs 2x a week until delivery.
So I go back and forth between “relax, you’re fine” and massive anxiety attacks around early labor, failed inductions, magnesium drips and NICU stays.
All while coming to terms with the fact that my doctor has said she won’t allow me to go past 37 weeks (if I even make it that long) so my plans for laboring at home for as long as possible and making the epidural a game time decision are out the window.
My therapist told me to stay present and not worry about things I can’t control/haven’t happened yet but goodness… it’s hard, especially when you feel so miserable!
Grateful to be pregnant… can’t wait to meet our little guy… hoping I can stay pregnant until 37 weeks without hypertension/preeclampsia escalating… and at the same time literally counting down the days until this is all over!
2024.05.19 15:00 user012191 AITAH - wanting to be included in bf’s grad celebrations
My bf and I recently graduated from law school. Over these past three years, he’s ended the relationship three different times, and dated other girls at the school during these breaks. We do not live together, as he lives at home with his mother. She has never liked me (I’ve met her twice) and he hasn’t helped the situation by telling her every detail of our arguments. He will usually split his time 50/50 between his mom’s house and my place. However, we’ve been perfectly fine (minimal disagreements) for the past month. This past Wednesday, his brother (who does not live in the same state) came to visit for graduation. This is when he stopped coming oveanswering my texts. Two text back total ok Thursday, and none on Friday. I wanted to meet up with him Friday night (the night before graduation) to get drinks/celebrate our accomplishment as he was going out with his brothecousin/best friend. However, he refused to allow this because “we need to be more stable” before he can “mix” me with his family and that he “is very strict” about who he brings around his family. I tried to push back because I didn’t want to be hidden, and he called me delusional and manipulative. I’ve met the people he went out with multiple times. Saturday comes around and he hosts a large graduation lunch post grad which I was not invited to. I had my own as well so it wasn’t a big deal. Also, he invited his best friend’s girlfriend’s cousin to the events, and this is a girl he had a thing with before me. He told me he invited only a few guys from school, but turns out he also invited a few girls who are his friends as well (he lied about this.) I received maybe a total of 5 texts back yesterday. He claims he wants to talk later today but I’m not sure if I want to give him the time of day anymore because bar prep starts this week and I cannot be distracted any longer. There has been zero love/affection/attention since Wednesday, and I believe his excuses to prevent me from celebrating with him are baseless. AITAH for “not respecting his boundaries” or do we agree that it’s bs?
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2024.05.19 14:59 yuzimazing86 My random dream i just woke up from
I had a dream that i was at a friends place having a bbq. I kept falling asleep there and felt bad because it left my friend to be the host when it was meant to be the two of us hosting. When i finally found tge strength to get up , i apologised to my friend. . I remember standing and looking around admiring the different homes of beighbours etc and it was a beautiful day for a bbq-ibwas still inside looking outside. i got up to leave to go outside, but some ghostly chained hands started to pull at me. These hands from nowhere, and tried to pull me and i rebuked them by saying "The blood of Jesus!" Over and over again. As the dream then skips to the next part as they do, i step outside and observe that everything was still normal but then in a split second, it was Like i was walking through an area that war had just been through. There was debris everywhere, and i was carrying a small child and his name was Amos. I was also with someone, but i couldnt tell you who this person was or what they looked like. All i knew is that i was not alone. We're findingbour way through the debris carrying precious Amos. These two men then approach me and it became clear quickly that this duo wanted Amos. They kept trying their besr to get me to give them Amos, they even offered these crystal drugs. About 500g of it. When they realised i wasnt going to give Amos to him. One of the men just proceeds to stab Amos to draw blood, they were after his blood. I struggled with this man repeatedly and once again calling on the Blood of Jesus! As i said this they looked behind me in fear, left go of young Amos who slept through it all. The thing that scared these men was a tall pale man whose hair was white too. He was very tall and had a very powerful and confident nature. He told me that Amos was being protected and that he was going sleep through everything. I felt relieved because i was more concerned for Amos than i was for myself. Then i woke up
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2024.05.19 14:52 canadiangirl8 Please help - desperate for any suggestions
I’m hoping someone has advice or suggestions.
I’m 4 days postpartum from a delivery of the most perfect little girl. We were discharged day 1. At that point they told me she was high risk for jaundice and to keep feeding and they’ll check day 2. I had seen the lactation consultant in hospital who told me the latch looked good.
We go home, she seems to be eating okay. Still producing colostrum but she seems satisfied enough after eating.
Day 2 and her blood draw is back. She is in phototherapy zone so we are admitted to hospital. She did seem much more sleepy that day so feeds not going as well. Some feeds were long, others short.
At the hospital obviously they push trying to breastfeed max of 20 minutes then top up with breast milk or formula. At this point I have barely anything coming with pumping so we are forced to use formula.
This is where I feel my problem starts. The bottles they give in hospital the formula comes FAST. It almost felt like she couldn’t keep up. She’s spitting up tons. She’s not eating great. Her bili levels are going up despite the phototherapy. She gets started on IV fluids at 3 days old and again they push feeding as much as possible.
My husband is now super scared. Says we should not try to force breastfeeding and just get her fed. I agree and try to pump as much as I can (getting maybe 20ml if I’m lucky). It’s not enough so more formula comes along.
She seems to start perking up yesterday afternoon so I decide we should restart the breastfeeding because ultimately this is my goal.
My milk still has not come in that great. She is no longer latching at all. She goes to the breast and just falls asleep. I’ll be lucky if she takes one suck. Obviously not enough when she needs to keep eating.
Last night I decide maybe we should not give the bottle and try to supplement a different method. I start finger feeding with a tube. She sucks well from that no issues. Still have to use formula with that as I don’t have enough supply.
It’s now day 4. I am desperate for her to latch and at least try. I’m doing all the skin to skin time we can. She just won’t take it. My supply is nowhere needs where she is.
I know I’m probably not doing the things necessary to get my supply up. I’m definitely not eating enough, not sleeping, so stressed out over this.
On top of it all I’ve been trying since the second we got admitted to see the lactation consultant again and everytime im told they are busy.
I feel like a failure of a mother already to not be able to provide for her.
They say we might be able to go home today and I feel completely unprepared to feed her without a bottle.
If anyone has any ideas or suggestions please help.
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I’m 4 days postpartum from a delivery of the most perfect little girl. We were discharged day 1. At that point they told me she was high risk for jaundice and to keep feeding and they’ll check day 2. I had seen the lactation consultant in hospital who told me the latch looked good.
We go home, she seems to be eating okay. Still producing colostrum but she seems satisfied enough after eating.
Day 2 and her blood draw is back. She is in phototherapy zone so we are admitted to hospital. She did seem much more sleepy that day so feeds not going as well. Some feeds were long, others short.
At the hospital obviously they push trying to breastfeed max of 20 minutes then top up with breast milk or formula. At this point I have barely anything coming with pumping so we are forced to use formula.
This is where I feel my problem starts. The bottles they give in hospital the formula comes FAST. It almost felt like she couldn’t keep up. She’s spitting up tons. She’s not eating great. Her bili levels are going up despite the phototherapy. She gets started on IV fluids at 3 days old and again they push feeding as much as possible.
My husband is now super scared. Says we should not try to force breastfeeding and just get her fed. I agree and try to pump as much as I can (getting maybe 20ml if I’m lucky). It’s not enough so more formula comes along.
She seems to start perking up yesterday afternoon so I decide we should restart the breastfeeding because ultimately this is my goal.
My milk still has not come in that great. She is no longer latching at all. She goes to the breast and just falls asleep. I’ll be lucky if she takes one suck. Obviously not enough when she needs to keep eating.
Last night I decide maybe we should not give the bottle and try to supplement a different method. I start finger feeding with a tube. She sucks well from that no issues. Still have to use formula with that as I don’t have enough supply.
It’s now day 4. I am desperate for her to latch and at least try. I’m doing all the skin to skin time we can. She just won’t take it. My supply is nowhere needs where she is.
I know I’m probably not doing the things necessary to get my supply up. I’m definitely not eating enough, not sleeping, so stressed out over this.
On top of it all I’ve been trying since the second we got admitted to see the lactation consultant again and everytime im told they are busy.
I feel like a failure of a mother already to not be able to provide for her.
They say we might be able to go home today and I feel completely unprepared to feed her without a bottle.
If anyone has any ideas or suggestions please help.
2024.05.19 14:46 Revolutionary_Ad5835 AITA for not seeing parents or brothers perspective
for context; I (19F), my sister(15F), and our parents moved from England to Australia 8 years ago while my brother (24M, same dad and, a different mum from me and my sister) stayed with his girlfriend in the UK. My Brother fell out with his mum when he was young. He visited with his girlfriend about 5 years ago and they just did not get along with my parents. There were always arguments between them, beginning at least a year before this visit, and in the end, my father (who was an alcoholic at the time, a raging drunk, who still has issues controlling his anger but we'll get to that) had a massive yell at them over another one of their many small disagreements. They both said many hurtful things and in the end, my father told them to f off, which they took literally, packed up, and left that night back to England.
There was no contact for about 4 years, apart from occasional small talk between me, my sister, my brother, and his girlfriend, which was still awkward due to their sudden departure and the previous arguments. About a year ago my father started sending messages to my brother trying to catch up, which resulted in some small talk exchanged between them as well.
About 3 months ago, my brother was telling our father about how he lost his IT job and both he and his girlfriend were having health issues that impacted their everyday life(not sure if I'm allowed to get into them). My brother then called my mother out of the blue, which was a shock due to the no contact between them, and asked to speak to both her and our dad. He basically told them that they are coming to Australia as they will have more luck with their health issues here and possibly better job opportunities for my brother, his girlfriend has an online job which she can do anywhere.
They arrived in Australia and stayed in an Airbnb and a hotel for some time, and after struggling to find a place asked my parents if they could sleep on the floor for a bit while they got back on their feet. They bought an air mattress and set up in an area close to the kitchen and the rest of us 4 have our own rooms. (Our parents have been split up for about 5 years but we still all live together due to general convenience in our current financial situation, and we feel better being closer as my father had recent suicide attempts and intense mental health struggles.) During this time, my brother would do Uber delivery and his girlfriend would do her remote job.
For about a month and a half, they stayed and there was very little communication between our parents, and my brother and his girlfriend. Our parents constantly complained to me and my sister about them contributing nothing financially or around the house. They also said that they felt overcrowded and had lost their space. Our father is a tradesman and found a few days that my brother could help him out on building sites to earn some extra cash. During this time my father talked about how his business doesn't have a website and my brother offered to design and construct it for him and my brother says they agreed on the same hourly price as the laboring.
My father told my mother briefly about how my brother was working on the website. He spent many hours a week, and late nights, for three weeks working on the website and then sent my mother the invoice. My mother took this as a shock, and an insult to their hospitality as they had asked my brother and his girlfriend for no financial contribution. My parents then sent a message asking if they could organise a time to chat about them paying rent and giving them a deadline of 4 weeks. They were made aware of the deadline in the text, but this conversation never happened and we are still unaware about the outcome of the payment on the website.
My brother's girlfriend stays up late working on the laptop and my brother goes out delivery driving, sometimes not arriving home until the early morning. Our parents would get up for their early starts and loudly complain about how insulting it is to see them "sleeping all day" while they go out and work hard. This constant complaining both loudly so that they could hear, and privately to me and my sister continued for a few more weeks.
A week ago my father got up for a really early start around 5 am and began slamming doors, throwing pots and pans from the kitchen near to where they were sleeping, and playing the TV on the highest possible volume, in his state of anger he was flipping up the rude finger several times at my brother and his girlfriend while they were asleep, which my brother woke up in the middle of. My brother went to ask my mother if he had done something wrong and he was brushed off. Me and my sister asked our mother why they were being treated like this, to which we got "We're just sick of it", however, there was little communication between anyone about what the real issue was.
They ended up leaving that day as justifiably that wasn't an environment they wanted to be in. They found some house sits, me and my sister are planning to catch up with them frequently unlike last time. Later that day, we received a long message on a group chat with all 6 of us, from my brother stating how our father handled his issues with them poorly and that he needed mental help, our mother then replied on the group chat about how disrespectful it was to send that message to the whole family and removed herself and our father from the group chat. There has been no further communication that me and my sister are aware of.
We just want to know who is the asshole as we don't know how to feel towards both sides when moving forward, and would appreciate an outside perspective or advice
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There was no contact for about 4 years, apart from occasional small talk between me, my sister, my brother, and his girlfriend, which was still awkward due to their sudden departure and the previous arguments. About a year ago my father started sending messages to my brother trying to catch up, which resulted in some small talk exchanged between them as well.
About 3 months ago, my brother was telling our father about how he lost his IT job and both he and his girlfriend were having health issues that impacted their everyday life(not sure if I'm allowed to get into them). My brother then called my mother out of the blue, which was a shock due to the no contact between them, and asked to speak to both her and our dad. He basically told them that they are coming to Australia as they will have more luck with their health issues here and possibly better job opportunities for my brother, his girlfriend has an online job which she can do anywhere.
They arrived in Australia and stayed in an Airbnb and a hotel for some time, and after struggling to find a place asked my parents if they could sleep on the floor for a bit while they got back on their feet. They bought an air mattress and set up in an area close to the kitchen and the rest of us 4 have our own rooms. (Our parents have been split up for about 5 years but we still all live together due to general convenience in our current financial situation, and we feel better being closer as my father had recent suicide attempts and intense mental health struggles.) During this time, my brother would do Uber delivery and his girlfriend would do her remote job.
For about a month and a half, they stayed and there was very little communication between our parents, and my brother and his girlfriend. Our parents constantly complained to me and my sister about them contributing nothing financially or around the house. They also said that they felt overcrowded and had lost their space. Our father is a tradesman and found a few days that my brother could help him out on building sites to earn some extra cash. During this time my father talked about how his business doesn't have a website and my brother offered to design and construct it for him and my brother says they agreed on the same hourly price as the laboring.
My father told my mother briefly about how my brother was working on the website. He spent many hours a week, and late nights, for three weeks working on the website and then sent my mother the invoice. My mother took this as a shock, and an insult to their hospitality as they had asked my brother and his girlfriend for no financial contribution. My parents then sent a message asking if they could organise a time to chat about them paying rent and giving them a deadline of 4 weeks. They were made aware of the deadline in the text, but this conversation never happened and we are still unaware about the outcome of the payment on the website.
My brother's girlfriend stays up late working on the laptop and my brother goes out delivery driving, sometimes not arriving home until the early morning. Our parents would get up for their early starts and loudly complain about how insulting it is to see them "sleeping all day" while they go out and work hard. This constant complaining both loudly so that they could hear, and privately to me and my sister continued for a few more weeks.
A week ago my father got up for a really early start around 5 am and began slamming doors, throwing pots and pans from the kitchen near to where they were sleeping, and playing the TV on the highest possible volume, in his state of anger he was flipping up the rude finger several times at my brother and his girlfriend while they were asleep, which my brother woke up in the middle of. My brother went to ask my mother if he had done something wrong and he was brushed off. Me and my sister asked our mother why they were being treated like this, to which we got "We're just sick of it", however, there was little communication between anyone about what the real issue was.
They ended up leaving that day as justifiably that wasn't an environment they wanted to be in. They found some house sits, me and my sister are planning to catch up with them frequently unlike last time. Later that day, we received a long message on a group chat with all 6 of us, from my brother stating how our father handled his issues with them poorly and that he needed mental help, our mother then replied on the group chat about how disrespectful it was to send that message to the whole family and removed herself and our father from the group chat. There has been no further communication that me and my sister are aware of.
We just want to know who is the asshole as we don't know how to feel towards both sides when moving forward, and would appreciate an outside perspective or advice
2024.05.19 14:42 Squeakers09 Automated animations and collages
Hi all, I'm currently using MS Onedrive for photo backups, and I'm looking to move to something self hosted, I already have a home sever with unraid, so looking to setup something on docker.
Right now owncloud is what I'm leaning towards, but I was wondering if there is anything out there that offers the ability to automatically generate animations and collages and "memory albums" like one drive does?
Doesn't necessarily need to be an integrated solution I can happily run a script to grab today's uploads and process them using some other package, but Google searching I've only found online solutions, nothing self hosted.
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Right now owncloud is what I'm leaning towards, but I was wondering if there is anything out there that offers the ability to automatically generate animations and collages and "memory albums" like one drive does?
Doesn't necessarily need to be an integrated solution I can happily run a script to grab today's uploads and process them using some other package, but Google searching I've only found online solutions, nothing self hosted.
2024.05.19 14:11 Sweet-Count2557 Lenzini's Pizza Restaurant in Los Angeles,CA,United States
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2024.05.19 14:08 Bored-ecstasy Instamart in colva finally!
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