Here is the recap of the 11 monetized posts from Kylea G Weight loss Journey on 05/18/24.
"Greed is a never-ending hunger, that drives people to sacrifice morals and values for personal gain." -Unknown
⚠️ Compulsive Buying Disorder (CBD), aka shopping addiction, Disordered Eating, Gaslighting, Grief, Illness, Infertility, TTC (trying to conceive) Community, and Religion will be discussed.
Disclaimers: I am not a physician, influencer, or paid content creator. I am not affiliated with WW. I am semi-retired from the healthcare field with multiple college degrees. These opinions are my own based on social media content. I wish no harm to Kylea or Joseph "Joe" Gomez.
☎️ If you or someone you know is struggling or in crisis, please call or text 988 for assistance.
Behind the Scenes Family Update: Kylea Gomez has been exploiting a life-changing medical diagnosis of a close relative (without their permission and against their wishes) to internet strangers in social media messages. She has claimed that she is supporting this relative (which is a lie) to justify her work ethic, productivity, and even basic hygiene issues. Let that sink in for a moment...
To this relative: You, your family, and medical team are in my prayers. ✝️
To Kylea's Biological Parents: Your daughter disparages your name and relationship for personal and financial gain frequently. No concert, trip, or gift provided to you with money obtained under (allegedly) false and deceptive pretenses justifies Kylea's disturbing behaviors. Stop enabling her.
California Clarification: Kylea was rejected by a Cavapoo breeder from adopting the Original Birdie (OB) during her California trip. I am thankful to the breeders of OB for making a tough decision in the best interest of the puppy. For me, this seals the deal that Kylea falsified details of this California trip, and rushed home to find Backup Birdie (BB) who is the focus of today's content.
The tagline of Kylea G Weight loss Journey is, "I changed my entire life with prayer and a playlist of songs. No surgery, no meds. Just Jesus."
DAILY STATS: 05/18/24
0/11 posts discussed prayer
0/11 posts discussed music
0/11 posts discussed exercise
3/11 posts discussed a recipe
1/11 posts was about takeout "coffee" at 5am
7/11 posts were about Birdie Mae 🐶
📢 For our friends at Meta, that means 63% of Kylea's monetized content had nothing to do with weight loss, which is the tagline and purpose of her page. Her weight loss journey ended July 2023 per her content. Why do you continue to pay her for non-weight loss content?
⚠️ Disordered Eating- Daily WW Points Used (Data compiled from monetized content):
1 WW Point: Crazy Llama "coffee" with almond milk, sugar-free vanilla, sugar-free peppermint, and sugar-free white chocolate
3 WW Points: Taco Soup with 12 Trader Joe's Rolled Corn Chili & Lime flavored Tortilla Chips
📢 For our friends at Meta, Kylea consumed 4 WW points out of (up to) 30 daily WW points= SEVERE disordered eating. This messaging is deadly for those on a weight loss journey. Follow your policies and take action.
Recipes Shared: 1. Taco Soup: 🚨 This recipe has dangerous sodium levels. Please know your daily sodium recommendations before making this recipe. 🚨

1. Taco Rice Bowls: The soup is drained and added to 1 minute jalapeño rice with cheese. 🚨 The sodium alert is the same as above. 🚨

☎️ Please speak with a medical professional about any questions or concerns you have about your health.
Comments: To the animal lovers, I am sending you good vibes to get through this nonsense. Here we go...

1. Coffee at 5am: Kylea and Joe are pictured in their vehicle outside Crazy Llama Coffee with the sun shining bright. Kylea claims she was home at 5 am and Joe took her right away to get her "favorite coffee."

⏸️ The sun rises in Joplin after 6am. Why lie? ⏸️ Her facial sunburn that disappeared yesterday is back today. How did that happen? ⏸️ Kylea claims she does not have cravings or temptations. However, she is addicted to sweet. Her "coffee" is beige colored at best and she needed it right away...

1. Backup Birdie Part 1: Her airline approved pet travel accessory backpack is shown in the vehicle. "All my dog mom dreams are coming true today 💖 🐶"
   
2. Backup Birdie Part 2: "My heart is so full!!! 💖 🐶 I got the cuddliest, cutest, sweetest girl. 😭 I cried when I met my puppy for the first time because I love her so much already!!"
   

⏸️ Kylea's followers immediately started asking to see pictures and were told they needed to wait until after Kylea's family met her first. HoWeVeR, some influencers (bestie Drue Basham, Drue's SIL Sierra, Brittany Bryant, etc.) got to see her first and comment from their influencer accounts about Birdie. I'm sorry loyal top fans and followers, possible cross-engagement from "trusted" influencers is more important than respecting your loyalty. Welcome inside the mind of a 🐈 🐟 er. Always trying to boost engagement, the algorithm, and gain new followers...

1. Taco Soup Recipe: 🚨 This sodium monstrosity has canned beans, jarred salsa, enchilada sauce, rotel, roasted corn, a ranch seasoning packet, a taco seasoning packet, fresh chicken, and water. 😲
   
2. Backup Birdie Part 3: "Welcome home 🏠 to our forever girl 🎀 Birdie Mae 🐶 She's already following Joseph and I around and has brought us so much joy. 🌈 🎀"
   

⏸️ The puppy shown does not appear to be a Cavapoo and Kylea refuses to answer follower questions about her breed. Remember, Birdie was not supposed to come home until May 20th, then May 19th.
To all individuals in the TTC Community, I know the 🌈 is a powerful symbol for you. I have experienced pregnancy loss and fertility care. My heart hurts for anyone triggered by the language Kylea uses and humanizing pets in reference to pregnancy loss. 🙏

1. Backup Birdie Part 4: "The moment I held her, I just knew she was meant for me.🎀 🐶 She loves all of the cuddles which is good because I do too. 💖"

⏸️ Not one reference of her "sweet boy" Oliver or Alice. Where are the cats? BB is asleep on Kylea.

1. Taco Soup Part 2: 🚨 Since it wasn't salty enough, why not put some chili & lime tortilla chips on top? Chef's 💋. Kylea held the bowl, showing her barefoot on the floor. I did NOT miss her feet content. 🤢
   
2. Backup Birdie Part 5: "We already love her so much 🎀 💖" BB is asleep in a fuzzy blanket on her puppy bed.
   
3. Backup Birdie Part 6: Within 30 minutes of this writer posting info in Reddit chat of how to file an animal complaint in Joplin, MO as a PSA (not a threat) encouraging Kylea & Joe to be crystal clear about Alice's whereabouts, a picture of Joe cuddling BB with Alice behind him on the couch is posted. "Joseph loves Birdie Mae too 💖 🐶 So far she loves to sleep 😴"
   

⏸️ 3 animals are now housed in a small apartment. Two cats with behavioral issues and a young puppy. Kylea can claim she will have no issues because "it will be fine" but she is ignorant, immature, and selfish. Wise followers will remove their rose-colored glasses and see the truth. There is a theory Alice was edited into the photo again...

1. Taco Soup Part 3: 🚨 No more takeout for Joe! He gets to eat Taco Soup Rice Bowls for work lunches this week.

⏸️ On the recent McDonalds post, a smart follower asked what Joe eating McDonalds had to do with WW. Kylea replied it was a "balanced lifestyle." Remember, Kylea & Joe want you to believe Joe has not gained weight no matter what he eats, with photo evidence (even modified) proving differently. Kylea's chains were broken 07/05/21. No cravings, temptations, plateaus, weight gain...a perfect journey to this day (and forever). 😇 Please disregard her obvious eating disorder and mental illnesses. Seek medical care, Kylea Gomez. ☮️

1. Backup Birdie Part 7: A 12 second video is shared of BB playing with a squeaky toy on the carpet.

⏸️ No Oliver, Grams, or Gibson content today. Kylea told her followers (in a comment) that Oliver has not met the puppy. Good to see your "sweet boy" and subject of a ridiculous amount of monetized content is already booted engagement wise.
Final thoughts: Money reveals people's true colors. 👀 Buckle in for a nauseating amount of BB nontent.
Takeout: Crazy Llama takeout for 2: $16 est + tip;
All info from Reddit. ✌️

Please help!!

Hi Everyone. I'm looking for some advice on whether or not to purchase a business that's for sale in my city.
Here's the TLDR version - we want to expand our antique booth business into an antique store/mall. We are debating between purchasing a vacant building and starting from scratch, or buying an existing but mismanaged store with inventory. I'm not sure if either is worth leaving my full time job for.
For some background, my dad and I have ran a successful antique booth at someone else's antique mall for several years. In the last year, we've averaged $1000 in sales, with around $300 in expenses each month (buying merchandise, and renting the space). We spend probably 4-5 hours a week sourcing merch, researching, pricing, and maintaining the display.
Unfortunately, the owner of the mall was ready to retire, and sold the building to an unrelated business, ending the good thing we had going. We had the opportunity to buy the business from her, but she wanted over a million and we just couldn't swing it. There are a few other antique malls in our area, but all have long waiting lists to get in (one has over 100 vendors waiting!) And all charge a bit more in rent/commission than we were paying at the place we were at.
Anyway, long story short we see a need/opportunity in our market for another mall, but finding a building that meets our needs and is affordable for us has been challenging. We looked at several for rent but the price and uncertainty of rent increasing as time goes on made us look more at ownership.
We then found a 7500 sq ft building listed for sale for 260k, and we think we could possibly talk them down to 200ish. It's 2 floors (not super desirable for an antique business as elderly people sometimes struggles with stairs) but we considered that the lower level could be rented out to a contractor type business, as it has its own entrance and garage door. The other drawback is parking - the lot is tiny and only fits like 6 cars at once. I drew up a crude map of how we could divide the space for vendors, and I think we could net 5-6k a month in booth rent, plus a % commission on sales, plus renting the basement out, plus continuing to sell our own items.
Lastly, we stumbled upon an existing antique business where the elderly owners are ready to retire and are selling their business, including the building and fully stocked store. The building is 4500 sq ft, and on a busy road with ample parking. They own all of the merchandise in the store, as they do not use the "mall" model, which they explained is due to them not being able to keep to set hours because of their health. They're asking 300k, which from my super limited knowledge seems in the realm of reasonable for the building and merchandise. We asked them about the property taxes, utilities, etc., but didn't ask about sales - mainly because I don't think their sales numbers would be relevant since they've been running the business like a hobby for years now, not being open set hours, not bringing in new merchandise, refreshing displays, or advertising at all. Their merchandise is also priced a lot higher than we typically sell things for.
Our plan would be to host a "going out of business" sale for most of the merchandise in their store currently, marking everything to 50% of what they've priced it at. Then, after we've hopefully sold off a large chunk of the product we "close" their store, and open ours in it's place with a new name, and condense our stuff down to half or less of the store and start renting out booths to other vendors.
The main problem I run into with both the vacant building and the established business is that it's just so hard to determine how much money we can actually make. We have the data from running our booth, but does that scale at a true multiple when we increase our space? I have a full time job that, frankly I would love to leave if I could make as much money elsewhere. I know that for a while as we are getting established I would have basically 2 full time jobs and I'm okay with that, but I'm worried that it won't ever make enough to justify leaving my current job and I'll be working 80 hours a week for the rest of my life. My dad, who would be my business parter, is retired but mostly wants to stay that way - again, he will put in the hours now but would like to scale back his time eventually, plus we need some time to go out and source new merchandise.
Neither of us have ever owned a business (and my dad has never even worked a retail job before...) so I know there are probably some key things I'm overlooking - please be honest with me and tell me what I'm missing and whether or not you would consider taking the leap or if this is the stupidest idea in the history of business.

So I've always been of the camp that Signs and Symbols has a solution as satisfying, concrete and as hinted at in the surface story as the acrostic at the end of The Vane Sisters (where the hints are numerous and even somewhat on the nose in retrospect), and that it has not been found yet. A popular reading of the story is that there is no code to decipher, only red herrings that would lead you to think there is, thereby making the reader mirror the young boy's referential mania, but I don't buy this reading for various reasons. It's too obvious, too easy, too inelegant, and not a "a second (main) story woven into, or placed behind, the superficial semitransparent one" as Nabokov described it. So here is everything I have in the way of hints and ideas:
The 0-O confusion takes us to the letter O on a telephone dial where O is under 6 (M, N, O). Three calls make 666 (echoed by the M, N, O, almost spelling out OMEN) but the story is already filled with omens and Nabokov wouldn't have such a conventional ready-made symbol of doom be the ultimate hidden solution, especially in a story where doom isn't hidden at all. However, continuing along the number-letter pairs on a telephone dial path, if you count the syllables in the names of the fruit jellies you'll get 3,1,2,1,3. The symmetry alone marks intention, but when you check only the first letters under those numbers on a dial you get D-no letters-A-no letters-D, or DAD. Is this another message from the afterlife, (maybe along with MOM which you can also write if 6 is dialed thrice)? It's interesting that most "solved" Nabokov stories have to do with ghosts trying to contact living characters from the afterlife (The Vane Sisters, Transparent Things, Pale Fire...). But this is neither conclusive nor unique enough, nor that well hinted at since syllable counting is never mentioned and you can't spell out MOM if the third caller isn't the girl dialing 6 again.
There must somehow be a second story with "incredibly detailed information" hidden among the "phenomenal nature" and "man made objects" but excludes "real people" in the story. I think the long paragraph detailing the boy's mania must be where all the clues are, since that part is the only thing we have resembling the hints pointing out the acrostic in The Vane Sisters. Connections can indeed be made between details here and the rest of the story, like "stains" to "soiled cards" or the increasing "volubility" of wild scandal to "garrulous" high school children. That that the focus of references increase with distance also makes me think that the bulk of the code is hidden in parts that don't have to do with the boy.
It has been cleverly pointed out before that the detached observers, prejudiced witnesses, and hysterical misinterpreters can correspond to different kinds of readers or narrators. It also seems important that they are all reflectors of some kind (still pools, glass surfaces, store windows, running water... etc)
The initials of Minsk, the Revolution, Leipzig, Berlin, Leipzig seem to hint at Middle, Right, Left, Bottom, Left. I have NO idea what this is supposed to mean.
The word choices in the parents journey to and from the sanitarium is suspicious. The bird was twitching in the puddle, the father's hands twitched, it was a "soft shock" to see the girl on the bus, the thunder and foul air of the subway, the train lost its "life current." That's a lot of words that are electricity adjacent and the bird image especially evokes an electric appliance in the shower type of suicide. The focus on the umbrella and the mother searching for something to "hook her mind onto" also seem to point to some hook.
The boy's last suicide is left up in the air (pun intended). It was "a masterpiece of inventiveness", confusable with learning to fly, and had to do with tearing a hole in his world. Maybe the latter has a connection with the wallpaper he was afraid of as a child? The picture of a leafless tree with a cartwheel hanging from its branch is I believe an image meant to mirror a finger through a telephone dial.
I hope we figure this story out in my lifetime.

Welcome to Zompocalypse Now! Can you scavenge supplies, fight the infected, and survive to the next day in the war torn country of Livonia?
VDEP Zompocalypse Now! is a Vanilla+ survival Livonia server offering a fresh take on the Vanilla Survival Experience while having a some QoL changes as well a few additions. We are a PvE/PvP server. Only Wiping every 3-4 months we provide a home for long term base building and survival game play. VDEP Zompocalypse Now! also features new military lore and POIs unique to server, making up a new and different story for those who want a more immersive experience.
To continue along with the survival and “Vietnam” aspect the VDEP team is trying to craft for Zompocalypse Now!, our new Dyanmic Weather can/will/does include hurricane conditions with periods of heavy rain, thunderstorms, fog, warmer AND colder temperatures!
VDEP Zompocalypse Now! Is a sibling server to VDEP, The Vanilla DayZ Experience Plus server. It shares many of the same settings and rules VDEP has.

Server info

Server name: VDEP Zompocalypse Now!
Map: Livonia
Search: VDEP to find us! -----------------------------------------—
There is no Kill Feed, There is no Safe Zone, There is no Admin backed Trader.
Here's the list of things VDEP Zompocalypse Now! offers:
-Vehicles spawn fully built
-Loot is vanilla quality conditions
-More Zombies! Larger Groups.
-Ever Evolving/Changing Zombie locations
-Jungle Action Movie inspired POIs/“Missions”
-Added: Unreleased Melee Weapons, colored Guns, Attachments & Helmets, Leather clothes, & more..
-Stashed items don’t affect the loot economy
-Building Supplies boosted slightly
-Grow your own Cannabis & Drink Vodka!
-Unique Lore to justify custom POIs and secrets of the map.
-Dynamic Weather including Hurricane Conditions
-Slightly Lowered “common” military weapons
-Slightly Raised civilian weapons & ammo
-Incrased the amount of heli crashes by 2
-Dark Nights
-Slightly Increased Animal Population
-Build Anywhere Enabled
-Raid 24/7
Base Damage: On Container Damage: Off
Server restart every 3 hours 3 hour days, 40 minute nights New York Us based Server 1st person only
We have punch and pie!
Come join the VDEP Community on discord
https://discord.gg/SATQXKf75c

Welcome to Zompocalypse Now! Can you scavenge supplies, fight the infected, and survive to the next day in the war torn country of Livonia?
VDEP Zompocalypse Now! is a Vanilla+ survival Livonia server offering a fresh take on the Vanilla Survival Experience while having a some QoL changes as well a few additions. We are a PvE/PvP server. Only Wiping every 3-4 months we provide a home for long term base building and survival game play. VDEP Zompocalypse Now! also features new military lore and POIs unique to server, making up a new and different story for those who want a more immersive experience.
To continue along with the survival and “Vietnam” aspect the VDEP team is trying to craft for Zompocalypse Now!, our new Dyanmic Weather can/will/does include hurricane conditions with periods of heavy rain, thunderstorms, fog, warmer AND colder temperatures!
VDEP Zompocalypse Now! Is a sibling server to VDEP, The Vanilla DayZ Experience Plus server. It shares many of the same settings and rules VDEP has.

Server info

Server name: VDEP Zompocalypse Now!
Map: Livonia
Search: VDEP to find us! -----------------------------------------—
There is no Kill Feed, There is no Safe Zone, There is no Admin backed Trader.
Here's the list of things VDEP Zompocalypse Now! offers:
-Vehicles spawn fully built
-Loot is vanilla quality conditions
-More Zombies! Larger Groups.
-Ever Evolving/Changing Zombie locations
-Jungle Action Movie inspired POIs/“Missions”
-Added: Unreleased Melee Weapons, colored Guns, Attachments & Helmets, Leather clothes, & more..
-Stashed items don’t affect the loot economy
-Building Supplies boosted slightly
-Grow your own Cannabis & Drink Vodka!
-Unique Lore to justify custom POIs and secrets of the map.
-Dynamic Weather including Hurricane Conditions
-Slightly Lowered “common” military weapons
-Slightly Raised civilian weapons & ammo
-Incrased the amount of heli crashes by 2
-Dark Nights
-Slightly Increased Animal Population
-Build Anywhere Enabled
-Raid 24/7
Base Damage: On Container Damage: Off
Server restart every 3 hours 3 hour days, 40 minute nights New York Us based Server 1st person only
We have punch and pie!
Come join the VDEP Community on discord
https://discord.gg/SATQXKf75c

Welcome to Zompocalypse Now! Can you scavenge supplies, fight the infected, and survive to the next day in the war torn country of Livonia?
VDEP Zompocalypse Now! is a Vanilla+ survival Livonia server offering a fresh take on the Vanilla Survival Experience while having a some QoL changes as well a few additions. We are a PvE/PvP server. Only Wiping every 3-4 months we provide a home for long term base building and survival game play. VDEP Zompocalypse Now! also features new military lore and POIs unique to server, making up a new and different story for those who want a more immersive experience.
To continue along with the survival and “Vietnam” aspect the VDEP team is trying to craft for Zompocalypse Now!, our new Dyanmic Weather can/will/does include hurricane conditions with periods of heavy rain, thunderstorms, fog, warmer AND colder temperatures!
VDEP Zompocalypse Now! Is a sibling server to VDEP, The Vanilla DayZ Experience Plus server. It shares many of the same settings and rules VDEP has.

Server info

Server name: VDEP Zompocalypse Now!
Map: Livonia
Search: VDEP to find us! -----------------------------------------—
There is no Kill Feed, There is no Safe Zone, There is no Admin backed Trader.
Here's the list of things VDEP Zompocalypse Now! offers:
-Vehicles spawn fully built
-Loot is vanilla quality conditions
-More Zombies! Larger Groups.
-Ever Evolving/Changing Zombie locations
-Jungle Action Movie inspired POIs/“Missions”
-Added: Unreleased Melee Weapons, colored Guns, Attachments & Helmets, Leather clothes, & more..
-Stashed items don’t affect the loot economy
-Building Supplies boosted slightly
-Grow your own Cannabis & Drink Vodka!
-Unique Lore to justify custom POIs and secrets of the map.
-Dynamic Weather including Hurricane Conditions
-Slightly Lowered “common” military weapons
-Slightly Raised civilian weapons & ammo
-Incrased the amount of heli crashes by 2
-Dark Nights
-Slightly Increased Animal Population
-Build Anywhere Enabled
-Raid 24/7
Base Damage: On Container Damage: Off
Server restart every 3 hours 3 hour days, 40 minute nights New York Us based Server 1st person only
We have punch and pie!
Come join the VDEP Community on discord
https://discord.gg/SATQXKf75c

I’ve been running TrueNAS Scale for a few years now. Mostly without problems. I have plex deployed and I’ve been using Intel QuickSync without any problems.
Recently I upgraded to Dragonfish and, and since then I no longer see gpu available on the resource configurations for plex or any other app for that matter. I did follow the migration process for apps and storage and everything deploy correctly.
I’ve now spent a week searching for a solution to no avail. Below are the details for my integrated gpu and logs right after a reboot.
Any tips would be greatly appreciated. TIA
I've attempted to force probe with the following command with no luck:

midclt call system.advanced.update '{"kernel_extra_options": "i915.force_probe=4682"}'

Got the device id from this page: https://ark.intel.com/content/www/us/en/ark/products/134586/intel-core-i5-12400-processor-18m-cache-up-to-4-40-ghz.html
I recently noticed that the plex app i have deployed (truenas catalog) has a dropdown and the truecharts equivalent app has a text field to select gpus. I have tried deploying a new plex instance with truecharts and setting intel gpu to 1 but it just refused to deploy claiming no gpu available.
Did i loose the ability to use the integrated GPU?

lspci -k grep -EA3 'VGA3DDisplay' 00:02.0 VGA compatible controller: Intel Corporation Alder Lake-S GT1 [UHD Graphics 730] (rev 0c) DeviceName: Onboard - Video Subsystem: Gigabyte Technology Co., Ltd Alder Lake-S GT1 [UHD Graphics 730] Kernel driver in use: i915 dmesg grep i915 [ 0.000000] Command line: BOOT_IMAGE=/ROOT/24.04.0@/boot/vmlinuz-6.6.20-production+truenas root=ZFS=boot-pool/ROOT/24.04.0 ro libata.allow_tpm=1 amd_iommu=on iommu=pt kvm_amd.npt=1 kvm_amd.avic=1 intel_iommu=on zfsforce=1 nvme_core.multipath=N i915.force_probe=4682 [ 0.026501] Kernel command line: BOOT_IMAGE=/ROOT/24.04.0@/boot/vmlinuz-6.6.20-production+truenas root=ZFS=boot-pool/ROOT/24.04.0 ro libata.allow_tpm=1 amd_iommu=on iommu=pt kvm_amd.npt=1 kvm_amd.avic=1 intel_iommu=on zfsforce=1 nvme_core.multipath=N i915.force_probe=4682 [ 9.363466] i915 0000:00:02.0: vgaarb: deactivate vga console [ 9.363500] i915 0000:00:02.0: [drm] Using Transparent Hugepages [ 9.364079] i915 0000:00:02.0: vgaarb: VGA decodes changed: olddecodes=io+mem,decodes=io+mem:owns=io+mem [ 9.364469] mei_hdcp 0000:00:16.0-b638ab7e-94e2-4ea2-a552-d1c54b627f04: bound 0000:00:02.0 (ops i915_hdcp_ops [i915]) [ 9.365721] i915 0000:00:02.0: [drm] Finished loading DMC firmware i915/adls_dmc_ver2_01.bin (v2.1) [ 9.369457] i915 0000:00:02.0: [drm] GT0: GuC firmware i915/tgl_guc_70.bin version 70.5.1 [ 9.369464] i915 0000:00:02.0: [drm] GT0: HuC firmware i915/tgl_huc.bin version 7.9.3 [ 9.384439] i915 0000:00:02.0: [drm] GT0: HuC: authenticated for all workloads [ 9.384443] i915 0000:00:02.0: [drm] GT0: GUC: submission disabled [ 9.384445] i915 0000:00:02.0: [drm] GT0: GUC: SLPC disabled [ 9.385127] mei_pxp 0000:00:16.0-fbf6fcf1-96cf-4e2e-a6a6-1bab8cbe36b1: bound 0000:00:02.0 (ops i915_pxp_tee_component_ops [i915]) [ 9.385251] i915 0000:00:02.0: [drm] Protected Xe Path (PXP) protected content support initialized [ 9.400668] [drm] Initialized i915 1.6.0 20201103 for 0000:00:02.0 on minor 0 [ 9.401643] snd_hda_intel 0000:00:1f.3: bound 0000:00:02.0 (ops i915_audio_component_bind_ops [i915]) [ 9.402202] i915 0000:00:02.0: [drm] Cannot find any crtc or sizes [ 9.402419] i915 0000:00:02.0: [drm] Cannot find any crtc or sizes 

Hello,
I was looking into compiling a third party c++ library into a WASI exectuable with rust, so I went with bindings a c++ application in Rust and compiling it using clang from WASI-SDK, but I end up getting some issues with linking of libc++. It seems symbols from libc++ are not linked to the application.
The program is compiling fine and generating a wasm I can launch, but I end up with unknown import when running the WASM generated in wasmtime:

Caused by: 0: failed to instantiate "target\\wasm32-wasi\\debug\\cool.wasm" 1: unknown import: `env::_ZNSt3__213basic_ostreamIcNS_11char_traitsIcEEE3putEc` has not been defined 

This seems to be the symbol for std::cout I am using in the C++ bindings. From what I get, the output WASM file is looking to import some function from libc++, but they should not have to be imported as I link the library statically:

 (import "env" "_ZNSt3__213basic_ostreamIcNS_11char_traitsIcEEE3putEc" (func $_ZNSt3__213basic_ostreamIcNS_11char_traitsIcEEE3putEc (type $t5))) (import "env" "_ZNSt3__213basic_ostreamIcNS_11char_traitsIcEEE5flushEv" (func $_ZNSt3__213basic_ostreamIcNS_11char_traitsIcEEE5flushEv (type $t3))) (import "env" "_ZNSt3__213basic_ostreamIcNS_11char_traitsIcEEE6sentryC1ERS3_" (func $_ZNSt3__213basic_ostreamIcNS_11char_traitsIcEEE6sentryC1ERS3_ (type $t5))) (import "env" "_ZNSt3__213basic_ostreamIcNS_11char_traitsIcEEE6sentryD1Ev" (func $_ZNSt3__213basic_ostreamIcNS_11char_traitsIcEEE6sentryD1Ev (type $t3))) (import "env" "_ZNSt3__212basic_stringIcNS_11char_traitsIcEENS_9allocatorIcEEED1Ev" (func $_ZNSt3__212basic_stringIcNS_11char_traitsIcEENS_9allocatorIcEEED1Ev (type $t3))) (import "env" "_ZNSt3__212basic_stringIcNS_11char_traitsIcEENS_9allocatorIcEEE6__initEmc" (func $_ZNSt3__212basic_stringIcNS_11char_traitsIcEENS_9allocatorIcEEE6__initEmc (type $t6))) (import "env" "_ZNKSt3__28ios_base6getlocEv" (func $_ZNKSt3__28ios_base6getlocEv (type $t4))) (import "env" "_ZNSt3__26localeD1Ev" (func $_ZNSt3__26localeD1Ev (type $t3))) (import "env" "_ZNKSt3__26locale9use_facetERNS0_2idE" (func $_ZNKSt3__26locale9use_facetERNS0_2idE (type $t5))) (import "env" "_ZNSt3__28ios_base5clearEj" (func $_ZNSt3__28ios_base5clearEj (type $t4))) (import "wasi_snapshot_preview1" "fd_write" (func $wasi::lib_generated::wasi_snapshot_preview1::fd_write::h648b71715aa88f34 (type $t9))) (import "wasi_snapshot_preview1" "environ_get" (func $__imported_wasi_snapshot_preview1_environ_get (type $t5))) (import "wasi_snapshot_preview1" "environ_sizes_get" (func $__imported_wasi_snapshot_preview1_environ_sizes_get (type $t5))) (import "wasi_snapshot_preview1" "fd_close" (func $__imported_wasi_snapshot_preview1_fd_close (type $t3))) (import "wasi_snapshot_preview1" "fd_fdstat_get" (func $__imported_wasi_snapshot_preview1_fd_fdstat_get (type $t5))) (import "wasi_snapshot_preview1" "fd_prestat_get" (func $__imported_wasi_snapshot_preview1_fd_prestat_get (type $t5))) (import "wasi_snapshot_preview1" "fd_prestat_dir_name" (func $__imported_wasi_snapshot_preview1_fd_prestat_dir_name (type $t7))) (import "wasi_snapshot_preview1" "fd_seek" (func $__imported_wasi_snapshot_preview1_fd_seek (type $t18))) (import "wasi_snapshot_preview1" "proc_exit" (func $__imported_wasi_snapshot_preview1_proc_exit (type $t2))) 

The clang command I am using through a build.rs (available in its entirety here) is

clang++ -c -std=c++17 --target=wasm32-wasi -v -fno-exceptions native/cool.cpp -o lib_cool.o 

I have created a small repro of the issue here https://github.com/antaalt/wasi-rust-with-c-bindings
Any idea of what the issue could be ? I've spent some time already trying to wrap my head around this, but it's not getting me anywhere

Race information

• What? 3 Days at the Fair 50K
• When? May 18, 2024 ‡
• How far? 31.1mi
• Where? Augusta, NJ
• Website: https://sites.google.com/site/njtrailseries/fair
• Strava activity: https://www.strava.com/activities/11441314526
• Finish time: 4:40:46

Goals

Goal	Description	Completed?
A	4:30:00	No
B	< 5 hours	Yes

Splits

Mile	Time
1	0:39 *
2	7:33
3	7:31
4	8:01
5	7:45
6	7:56
7	8:08
8	8:00
9	8:00
10	8:27
11	8:04
12	8:11
13	8:08
14	8:10
15	8:06
16	8:10
17	8:43
18	8:09
19	8:40
20	8:21
21	8:38
22	8:39
23	9:06
24	9:05
25	9:56
26	9:45
27	9:40
28	10:16
29	11:07
30	10:20
31	11:46
32	11:00
33	6:30 **

• "Lap 1" was from the 50K start to the timing mat. ** "Lap 33" was the remainder from my GPS watch auto-split to the end of the lap/race. ‡ "3 Days at the Fair" went from 13 May to 19 May 2024 (yep!). I was there 18 May.

Training

This was a spring full of sharp turns and hard knocks. The original training went towards the Cheap Marathon in Derry, NH. (That race was reported upon by flocculus here.) Training then consisted of maintaining 30-40 weekly miles, with a weekly long run adding two miles from the prior week, with some fluctuation. My hometown is quite hilly, so I foregone specific hill training as all of my runs were not near flat. My final long run was 21.5 miles March 6 before tapering down my weekly long runs.
A freak snowstorm delayed the Cheap Marathon from 4/6 to 4/20, however on 4/9 I fell in my gym shower. Either a rib contusion or hairline fracture paused any running or training for nearly two weeks. Scrambling for some sort of race to scratch the itch and not toss away months of prior training, I found 3 Days at the Fair online – a six day affair featuring ultramarathon categories from 50K to 144H races. They offered a marathon category, with an alluring 50K at similar start times. Naturally, I signed up for shy of 5 more miles than a marathon. One of my running mates gave me the best advice that "ultra running is more of an eating contest than anything else." Considering that during prior marathons I had salt tabs and 3 or 4 GU packets, I thought more about this statement. Hoping my ribs and legs would stand up, I went for the race.
Note: If registering for this race, you can choose the specific date and time you wish to start it. Just stick to that time. I would end up toeing the line with three other 50K runners who opted for the Saturday 9AM start. One could have theoretically started their run any day between Monday and Saturday, at 9AM or 6PM.

Pre-race

The Sussex County NJ fairgrounds were easy enough for me to get to. Those who were not running longer ultra races had plenty of parking mere steps from the registration/food/starting line. (Those running longer races have opportunities to park campers, tents, and so forth.) Weather was gray and cool, at 58˚F/14˚C -ish. I ended up playing with how I'd pack for the run, before noticing racks set up after the start line into which you could place your water bottle so as to not hold it the entire time.

Race

For check-in, I picked up my swag (a plush bathrobe) and timing ankle chip. No bibs here! At 8:50, marathoners and 50K'ers were brought to the respective start lines, 0.1 and 0.2 miles after the timing mat. At 9AM, we would run against the sea of all other runners back to the starting mat, turn around, and continue in the anti-clockwise 1 mile loop course. This is why marathons are 27 laps and 50K is 32 laps – that quarter lap registered as "lap 1 completed," so 31.1 miles registers as 32 at the end. I'm getting ahead of myself!
I found the course compelling enough to follow. After the timing mat, there is a short uphill that weaves past the toilet and shower area, and toward a hairpin. While the 'pin itself was set wide, most of the time I would walk it because of traffic or weakening knees. This continued straight past a Camper's Row of sorts with mild downhill. The second half runs a long arch around the grounds, with a gradual gentle uphill. The course is paved except for a 200m segment of packed gravel – if it had rained, this part could've been muddy. The course completed after a shot down a causeway, and left turning back to the mat. It's this area where registration, fuel/food/catering, and timing is displayed. Overall, no real potholes to be concerned about, just 31 total laps of this!
Hydration and food – tons of everything including Impossible Burgers, PB&J, cola, and sports vitamins – was supplied after the timing mat. I kept track of which lap I was on with a big-screen projection. My name, lap number, prior lap time, and total time appeared. Every 30 minutes or so I decided to take in calories. This included GU Rocktane, GU Vanilla (sooooo good), two stroopwaffels, two ice pops, and a few salt tabs. It was roughly 400 or so more calories than I would have consumed during a race. Hydration was also a factor, that the course was completely uncovered made me feel hotter and "drier" than normal. I might have taken on about 50 fl oz / 1.5 liters of water. My stomach tolerated this!
The main causeway/timing mat area is where I stopped for water and stowed my foods so I didn't have to carry it around. Early on, I didn't understand where the timing screen was, so took minor detours in the registration area. These factors are why my paces seem inconsistent by 30-odd seconds per mile at points.
The people here are amazing! Other runners were highly supportive, chatty, upbeat. One person was dressed up like a chicken (the race logo featured one), and another person blasted some pretty appropriate and popular tunes. It would be a game for me to guess the artist or song on every lap – we had a great banter going! Another group had a dry-erase board and changed it every few minutes or so with a new dad joke. Naturally, I had to stop to retort with another. For example, they wrote, "3.14% of sailors are pi-rates!" I replied, "if it's $4.50 in Jamaica for a beef patty, $3.50 in DR, and $2 in Trinidad, are those the pie rates of the Caribbean?" Sorry, not sorry.
The lack of proper training began to present itself around mile 22. Pacing was targeted at 8:00-8:15 per mile, with goal half-marathon splits at 1h45m or so. After mile 26, I was 3h40m44s, ten minutes off goal pace. Around that point I slowed, taking more walk breaks but promising myself to run at least half every lap. Landmarks were mentally set to designate where walking and running would occur. When I crossed the line I was done.

Post-race

From a mental standpoint, the concept of so many laps did not bother me. My daily runs more often than not are laps in my parking lot, and I've completed a few half marathons on traditional 400m tracks a few times prior – especially during the Global Pandemilovato of '20. Physically, my legs did not feel any worse than they would have after 26.2 miles. My stomach was actually doing quite alright – nausea and headache would set in within a few minutes of finishing other marathons, but not today. My buddy's advice is making me rethink my marathon strategy.
As the event is ultra-marathon focused, finishers of marathon and 50K received a coin. The longer the distance, the larger the coin, with special awards for those who have invested 100+ miles with the organization. (A paver brick [!] stamped with the runner's name is awarded after 1,500 miles with the organization.) Either way, I circled back to the registration area to press my luck at burger availability. Unfortunately they were out, yet making more. While at the beginning of the race the smell of bacon and pancakes wafted onto the line, the sweet smell of success – naturally, manifest as deliciously greasy burgers – greeted us at the end.
Post-race nutriton in my car included Gatorlyte electrolytes, SiS Rego Rapid recovery, and 1.5 liters of water. I opted against the on-site showers and made the long ride home for one which was far more satisfying.
EDIT: Added info about registration. EDIT 2: Grammar.

#Read this hash please. Below is my code, its a dataframe containing data on JP morgan stocks, and other firms, Im trying to output stock graphs just on the JP morgan ones. I get the error in the last block of code wher=n i try to join all the JP morgan symbols in a list called "df" so that I can itterate through them later. #Importing the dataset, changing the column names to lower case. df= pd.read_csv('/content/drive/MyDrive/Colab Notebooks/PFF_historical_data_03_2023_03_2024.csv') df.rename(columns = {'Date':'date','Open':'open','High':'high','Low':'low','Close':'close','Adj Close':'adj_close','Volume':'volume','Symbol':'symbol','Price Change':'price_change'}, inplace= True ) df.columns #changing the date column to datetime format for plotting later on. df['date']= pd.to_datetime(df['date']) #Here I am segmenting the initial data frame into more specific ones based on the symbol names stated in the report. This will help with analysis later on. df.info() jpmpk= df.iloc[3263:3514] jpmpm= df.iloc[502:753] jpmpc= df.iloc[1004:1255] jpmpl= df.iloc[1255:1506] jpmpd= df.iloc[1506:1757] jpmpj= df.iloc[11187:11438] #here Im combining them so that I can then itterate through them and later make stock graphs df= [jpmpk,jpmpm,jpmpc,jpmpl,jpmpd,jpmpj] # Convert 'Date' column to datetime format df['Date'] = pd.to_datetime(df['Date']) #I get the error in the above line of code # Iterate over unique symbols in the DataFrame for symbol in df['Symbol'].unique(): # Filter the DataFrame for the current symbol df_symbol = df[df['Symbol'] == symbol] 

Any Idea how I can fix this?

Now that we have all read the other post, I'd like to take a moment to defend myself.
The client first contacted me on 05/06 @ 1:53Pm see quote request below. Note that there is no mention of the vehicle being inoperable.
https://imgur.com/a/uWQf4sb
The quote was provided @ 3:19 pm that day
https://imgur.com/a/WoV7XYO
It was not disclosed that the vehicle was inoperable until after a price was provided. Please note that this could be considered deceptive and that the price was not adjusted to reflect an inop fee as it should have been. Once I hand down a quote the price doesn't change. Period.
https://imgur.com/a/o8AeXID
Client contract was signed 05/07 @ 6:31pm
https://imgur.com/a/Sz4Loc1
The first carrier was booked 05/09 @ 11:54 am for pickup on the 10th and delivery on the 11th. This is where things start to go south. See the screen below. The client had provided incorrect pickup and contact data.
https://imgur.com/a/JWo1Vh8
This next screen is important. The pickup location closes at 4 for the weekend, I've now lost one carrier and have no options for weekend pickup. The best I can hope for is to schedule it over the weekend for Monday pickup, which is quite challenging.
https://imgur.com/a/qaa6GOA
After causing us to lose Friday through the weekend, we start Monday with a threat to cancel. Please note that the fee's I mentioned are in the contract that the client clearly hadn't read before signing.
https://imgur.com/a/ZjQnDC1
Mon 05/10 3 hours later the load is booked for pickup on Wednesday. The comment I made at the bottom is important. I had assumed the carrier was onsite when they had only called ahead thusfar. I admitted to this and apologized for it on the phone. Clearly my miscommunication.
https://imgur.com/a/FbXKP15
A few hours go by and the truck is running late. That's what trucks do, they run late. But at 8pm, I'm still in communication with the truck and the client. From this point, I call it a night and head to bed. Having worked with this carrier before I was confident that they'd pick up. Which they did.
https://imgur.com/a/C1rSsFQ
Thursday morning, more unwarranted threats. But the unit has now been picked up and is in motion. It was picked up around midnight and timestamped pictures were provided as proof. I reply to her texts 30 minutes before day starts in an effort to ease her mind.
https://imgur.com/a/YCci7Zi
Here I am again, trying my best to help the situation. The move was just under 1100 miles and the vehicle was picked up 10 hours prior. What kind of update exactly are you looking for? Clearly the driver hasn't started their day yet.
https://imgur.com/a/qEWfgZw
Apparently this is where I made the grave mistake. I missed 2 calls and a text from the client through the course of my day. Apparently that is good reason to go full nuclear on a service provider and call names.
https://imgur.com/a/YUjl7Ac
https://imgur.com/a/oPsH6gD
My rebuttal. Again keeping in mind that if we had the correct data, the car would have been delivered days ago. At this point, I decided it was best to cut communication to avoid things getting any worse. The client had made it clear there was no way of making them happy.
https://imgur.com/a/3BiLn2B
https://imgur.com/a/lMDLvlT
Fast forward to Saturday morning. The car delivers first thing. Admittedly later than the target of
https://imgur.com/a/QitjmW2
Friday. However I had warned the client straight away that while reliable, this carrier does tend to run late. Here I'm met with more sarcasm for literally no reason.
https://imgur.com/a/HIZqOmF
Here I am in touch with the carrier trying to get us an update as requested. Note the amount of time between my requests and their response.
https://imgur.com/a/uEsmrWz
As has been displayed, I've done everything to help with this client. The initial problem begins with the failure to mention the car being inop and leads into bad information causing us to lose a few transport days. None of which was the fault of myself or any of the carriers involved.
At the end of the day, the vehicle was picked up on Wednesday as promised, traveled 1100 miles in 48 hours and was delivered unscathed. Aside from an unreasonable and unorganized client causing issues along the way, I don't see the issue. As always I made every attempt to perform to the best of my abilities with this move.
And when I attempt to defend myself, the client decides it is ok to belittle and berate me while using abusive language.
https://imgur.com/a/R0CKewd

Nature of Humanity Ch 67 A NoP fic
Under Pressure Part 10
A Fanfic of u/SpacePaladin15’s work “The Nature of Predators.” Thank you for the story!
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Memory transcription subject: Silvera, Factory 13 Manager
Date [standardized human time]: November 4th, 2136
If it wasn't for the clearly artificial sky above my head someone could possibly convince me I was outside in a new park. The neon blue screen with a white dot to represent the sun was nothing like the actual pale gray visage a mile above. Yet, it did have an enjoyable warmth to it.
A smooth artificial wind swept through the saplings ensuring that they would develop healthy stress wood. It also pleasantly cooled the fur of anyone in here, providing a nice little respite from the heater simulating the sun's unbearable hatred of us. Fuck you fake sun!
Any flora used to decorate the park would be exotic to Frozen Mountain, even if it came from the nearby tundra, but my humans decided to do something interesting. While they had covered most of the ground with a soft short-growing Terran clover, they chose to make the rest of the decorative plants functional. All of the saplings were different types of fruit trees that, when mature, would be free for anyone to harvest as much as they want. Even the decorative topiary isn't hardy tasteless plants, but berry bushes that would provide a variety of sweet treats relatively soon.
Agurcorp was more than happy to allow its failed startup out here to be turned into a local park. Well, so long as they didn't have to pay for this expensive mistake of theirs. The Mayor was all too happy with this, especially since my humans were happy to let him have all the credit so long as they got to design the park. With voting season right around the corner, the Mayor that ‘Brought life to this blighted land’ was a shoo-in to get re-elected. Or would be if he also wasn't ‘The idiot who allowed predators into the city.’
With everything that's happened I am still a bit surprised at everyone currently enjoying the park. A small herd of Venlil are exercising in the open field. A family of Gojids are walking along the cobblestone path. All the while, some humans are playing a very weird game of throwing a round plastic plate into chain nets. It's almost as if this city didn't have two separate riots on the same day.
The sound of wheels traveling across a bumpy path caught my attention. I glanced across the way to see an embarrassed-looking John driving an electric wheelchair over to me. His eyes locked onto mine before quickly switching to the ground. He tried to laze in a chair designed to enforce good posture and looked rather silly as he adjusted himself.
He came to a stop just a foot away from where I sat, “Hey Silv… I, uh… I don't actually need the wheelchair but Mikvia threatened to break my legs if I didn't use it, so I'm just humoring her.”
Oh, don't freaking tell me. Why are humans like this… “John… you were hospitalized with a punctured lung. Sure, doctors have some miracles they can perform these days, but you know you shouldn't be stressing yourself by walking.”
He huffed, “Please, I'm fine. Really. It wasn't as serious as everyone is making it out to be.”
I thumped my hind paw against the ground, “John.”
He threw his hands into the air with a huff, “I'm in the damn wheelchair ain't I? Gawd…”
He grasped his nose before calming down, “I apologize. Shouldn't have raised my voice like that. I mean… I am using the wheelchair and not lifting stuff. Doctor's orders. They even said getting out in this park would be fine. Said it might even help!”
We let out a deep sigh together. I hopped down from my bench and back up onto his lap, “Let's go for a ride… while we figure… us out…”
I could see John's guard drop as the exhaustion crept back onto his face, “...alright...” He pressed his controls forward, and we slowly began our first lap of the park.
John wrapped one of his lanky ape arms around me like a fleshy seatbelt and I laid my head on his chest appreciating the contrast of his warmth with the cool artificial breeze. I could have slept like this. The beating of his heart was rhythmic, and his deep breaths sounded a bit like waves washing up on a shore.
I even heard his heart quicken as I cleared my throat, “So… we aren't really dating are we?”
His exhaustion was quickly replaced with unease as he started to fidget a little, “I'm sorry…”
I held his hand and stared into the ocean blue eyes of his, “Don't be sorry. I think we were both drunk when we agreed to go on a date…”
He shook his head, “I still should have said something before then.”
It wasn't like I couldn't have taken the initiative and talked to him sooner too, “I know you were going through a lot. Actually, I know you still are… I'm really only able to guess but… Are you one of the types that thinks Xeno-dating is weird?”
He looked ashamed as he scrambled to smooth things over, “I- No- well, yes- but- it's just… ok. Let me start over… alright… yeah… so… uhm… the thing is… how do I put this… it sounds bad… well, it is bad… it’s just…”
My tail wagged involuntarily at the rather cute display of embarrassment radiating from John. I leaned in and let him have a doey-eyed look to help heap the embarrassment on.
It felt like John tried to stop the next words from rolling out of his mouth, “Sometimes I have trouble thinking of you all as people.”
John came to a complete stop as I just stared at him wide-eyed. My brain struggled to grasp what he was saying and the implications of it. He cringed and covered his face with his hands, “Gawd, that sounds horrible. It's just… It's not as bad with you and the others… I talk to y’all a lot. It's easier for it to click that you are people too.”
I was desperately trying to see this from his angle, “Wha- why does this happen in the first place?”
His hands drug down his face trying to drag the flesh with it, “I think it’s cause you are always naked. Like your back brace helps a little bit, but still everything else is… That and I hear your voice and the chip in my head then gives it meaning. Like its disjointed. Then it's the way your body language works and- and- fuck. Just…. Fuck me man. I don't even think that's all that's wrong with me. It’s just… like you look, sound, and smell like animals. It's just not really what my mind had in place for aliens. So- like- ugh! Why can't I just explain it!?”
It's difficult to explain, but his words connected to a deep sad memory, “It's like everything is just too… slightly wrong…”
It felt like I had been whisked back decades to my own childhood. I could still smell the bleached halls of the Venlil orphanage on Nevis. My heart whimpered when the Sivkits who came to adopt me shuddered with fear and disgust. Their strange voices sounded slow as they spoke a strange version of Klipic. Like hearing a pale imitation of yourself, try and pretend to be just like you.
My eyes locked with his as I carried on “It’s like you look at them and a part of you knows what they are, but your brain just snaps back to… to what you think reality is.”
I could see a glimmer of hope well up with his tears, “Y-you know? I-Iv've felt like such a monster! How can I- How can I look them in the eyes when they took me in and say- say- that I can't see them as people sometimes!? After everything they've done for me?! They want to adopt me and I- I- I can't even!”
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he buried his face in mine. It felt like he could crush me with his arms, yet they held me gently. What was causing me pain was this damn back brace. The blasted thing was trying to force my arms down while it hunched me over. I wiggled out of John's embrace and ripped the freaking thing off and chucked it as far as I could before burying myself in his embrace again.
We held each other as he drew in shuddering breaths and let his emotions flow out. John’s grip eventually began to loosen and we both took a moment to calm down. I gently tugged at the shirt covering John's torso, “So… Us not wearing clothes constantly is… disconnecting for you?”
He nodded his head, “Y-yeah… It’s like… every person I have ever known wears clothes. Animals never wear clothes and at most wear like a collar or harness if someone owns them. Then a few months ago, a bunch of nudist aliens show up and… well, my brain lops them into the animal category and the translator isn't helping.”
I glanced down at my body and suddenly felt… exposed, “So now that I am no longer wearing clothes…”
He cringed, “You look more like a large rabbit thing than a person… when you had the brace on it helped a little, but you were on all fours… When you were wearing your weather suit and had your hood off, It felt like you were a person, just different.”
An idea crossed into my skull, “Ok then… so your brain attaches personhood with a level of nudity, body plan, and familiarity… take your shirt off and give it to me- Don't give me that look! I know you’re male and are far less sensitive about people seeing your nipples. So gimme.”
He begrudgingly took off his shirt, revealing a pelt of fur that caught me off guard. I shook off the confusion as I slipped his shirt overhead and stuck my arms through the sleeves. It immediately tried to slip down my body and off. Mostly due to how large the hole for his head is, but also due to my utter lack of true shoulders. Another gift of my freak mutation. The ability to walk upright as well as sprint on all fours like a fucking Arxur.
I bunched up the collar and knotted it on itself, solving the slipping issue. With a small twirl, I spun in a circle, “So how is this?”
A smile formed on his face, “You look adorable!”
I happily flicked my tail, “Is that girlfriend adorable or pet animal adorable?”
His grin beamed with happy, mischievous energy, “Little sister adorable.”
I stomped my hind paw again, “Wha- why?!”
He held out his arms and I hopped back into his embrace, “Its cause it's my shirt. Jamie would wear my clothes sometimes, and they were so baggy on him, and well… on you that's practically a sundress! … you’d look really nice in like… a yellow sundress with like a straw hat.”
My mind tried and failed to make an image to match his description, “Hrm… well… I wouldn't know where to even start getting a… sundress.”
John carried on like clothes shopping was a normal intergalactic thing, “You would have to go to a tailor and have it custom-made. Like you already had to adjust my shirt cause you don't have shoulders like we or the Gojids do.”
We sat in a comfortable silence as John started the wheelchair back on its path. I almost fell asleep in his arms before I asked, “So… Are we dating?”
John didn't hesitate to bend over and freaking bite the top of my head! I, rather fruitlessly, slapped my paws against his face as fast as I could and only managed to elicit a laugh from him. Jumping up, I got a mouth full of his cheek in my teeth.
I made sure not to crush as I mimicked what he had done to me back, “Ah! The turns! They've tabled! I'm sorry! We're dating! Augh!” I spit out the lump of flesh between my teeth and sat down rather proudly.
It was only then I looked around to see most of the nearby groups staring at us. As well as three silver suited flame whack jobs walking our way. One of them held up his paws to try and seem as big as possible, “YOU! PREDATORS! DON'T MOVE!”
John growled at them, “YOU FUCKING IDIOTS. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”
The trio froze in their steps and reached for weapons they didn't have. The boldest one took another step forward and shouted, “SHUT UP PREDATOR!”
John held his issued jacket up, letting the reflective emblem of the guild shine for all to see, “I WORK WITH YOU NUMB NUTS! I'M JOHN! ADOPTED SON OF YOUR FUCKING CHIEF! RING ANY BELLS?”
The trio halted in their tracks and the most skittish of them turned a one-eighty on their paws and began to walk away. The boldest one’s paws slowly dropped, “J-John?! I- I've never seen you without the mask or artificial pelt… wait! You're supposed to be in the hospital!”
Johns voice grew cold, “They said I could go out around the park so long as I mostly stayed in the chair. If it pleases you, you can talk to Loke. He's right over there with his wife and two kids. I bet he'd be thrilled to learn you three are going around accusing people of being predators.”
The bold moron took a fearful half step back, “D-d-d-d-don't twist my words! You bit her and she bit you back! I have witnesses! That's predatory!”
John leaned back and stroked the fur on my cheek, “No, it’s erotic.”
I could see the gears turning in the bold one's head grind, “What.”
John pressed his lips into my neck, “Ya know… sexy. It’s like… gently grooming your significant other's neck from behind but more playful.”
They looked revolted, “That's disgusting.”
John cocked his head to the side like a confused Gojid, “That’s odd.”
The look of revulsion quickly transitioned back to confusion, “What?”
A smirk grew on John's face as his fingers massaged into the sore muscles on my back, “It's just, that’s exactly what your mom said last night, but she grew to like it.”
I slapped my paws to my mouth to avoid laughing as the rage flared up in the bold one's eyes, “WHAT!?”
I let out a happy purr as John began to work at my sore muscles and utterly humiliate the idiot bothering us, “Yeeeeah. You weren't supposed to find out like this, but I'm your dad now.”
Their ears pinned back in rage, “You're lying to me.”
John waved a hand at our surroundings, “We are in a hermetically sealed park. There is no way for any significantly threatening animal to get in here. You are only here looking for trouble and I assure you, this will be looked into. Go clean your nose and keep it clean. Understood?”
They both tucked their tails, “Understood, sir.”
John nodded his head and calmed his tone, “Dismissed.”
As the trio of troublemakers left, we sat in relative silence as John continued to work away at the stress in my muscles. If you proved this was how humans prepared their food before eating it, I would argue that it's still worth it.
His rough voice messaged my ears, “Hey Silv?”
I stretched and enjoyed the pops my spine made as it took its natural shape, “Hrm?”
A hint of curiosity hung in his voice, “Why did you understand what I meant? Shouldn't… You've lived with aliens being a part of everyday life for… Like… ever right?”
I slumped against John and thought. Dredging up old memories that I almost wished I didn't have, “It was… a very long time ago. My doctor told me I was making up false memories to cover up a traumatic event and make it to where I was normal and everyone around me were the weird ones…”
I could hear John doubt my doctor's claims, “That sounds… fishy.”
Despite John's odd word choice, the meaning still fit perfectly, “It feels like it, but I just have no proof. I swear to you, I remember running along a beach, with my parents on two legs. Every Sivkit I knew as a child walked on two legs. It’s like… well…”
I grabbed John's hand to stop it from distracting me, “One day I woke up, and I was unbelievably cold. I thought I was a corpse. There was this strange… tentacle thing with bulgy eyes standing above me. His words didn't match his lips, but I understood him. It was terrifying.”
“He scooped me up and started running. Said I was in grave danger, and he was going to keep me safe. I didn't trust him one bit. He jumped into some strange ship and told me I had to be very quiet. The bad people would attack us if they heard either of us talking.”
“Eventually, he crashed the ship into something and pulled me out of it. I was surprised to see we had been on a submarine that entire time. That and the sky was the wrong color. I didn't even have an opportunity to think about it as he carried me to a weird looking vehicle that once again surprised me as a giant wall turned into a window.”
“I had never even heard of spaceships before, and I watched as we went up and just moved into space like it was nothing. He tried to calm me down, but he told me my parents were dead. I- just remember sobbing in his tentacles for hours. Eventually, I calmed down enough for him to play with me.”
“For a few days it was just me and him. Then we met up with another ship, and he left that one to drift in the void. He said we were meeting his friend Aylin on Nevis… a Venlil colony not too far from here, actually. I got to meet more aliens on that ship but Kalova- sorry that was the name of the Kolshian who took me out here. Kalova didn't want me to talk about anything to anyone. Said to just say I was his adopted daughter, and he just got a job on Nevis managing the new colony.”
“He never saw it. I didn't know what they were at the time but the Arxur attacked. They were trying to raid the colony and the Gojids and Venlil where desperately trying to protect it. I remember the alarm going off the second the ship’s captain announced we were leaving FTL. Kalova sprinted through the ship carrying me. He placed me in an escape pod just before that terrible lizard spotted us. He pulled the lever and my pod jettisoned down to the surface.”
“I was in that pod for three days before the Venlil found me and put me in an orphanage. Every time I met other Sivkits… they made my skin crawl. There's something wrong with all of them. I swear to you, we Sivkits are supposed to walk on two legs. We also aren't supposed to be that… stupid. Between how they talk being just… off, and the fact what they said was often either retarded or downright wrong, I couldn't ever feel like one of the so-called Grand Herd.”
“Eventually, I aged out. Graduated college, top of my class. And started working out here when they began to rebuild my plant after it burned down. That’s all there… Well, there is more, but It's not actually relevant to your question.”
John leaned down and kissed the top of my head, “Thank you for sharing that with me.”
I groomed the tip of his nose in return, “You're welcome. … Hey John?”
I could see a small bit of… hope in the back of his eyes, “Yes Silv?”
“Can you tell me about your past?”
He frowned as memories came back to him, yet he smiled still. “Yeah… it’s not a happy story either.”
I pressed myself into him, “Well… we can both be sad together, at least.”
John's hands began to absentmindedly work through my fur again, “Yeah… That doesn't sound as bad.”
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Important question, do you want a chapter dedicated to John retelling his story? Or would you like it smash cut out in favor of more of their first real date? I am not sure how I want to do it and am happy with both, so please let me know.
John and Silvera finally had the relationship talk! Woooooo! John's confessed something he'd rather never bring up, but knows he needs to address to start living a happy life with his new family. Aaaaand, It's time for Silvera’s tragic backstory! (Trademark pending). Strange names though, right? Kalova… weird how John's old boss has a missing brother with the same name as an alien Ivan the Arxur knows! And Aylin… strange they share a name with Talen's dead wife! Man that's just weird!
Special thanks to u/JulianSkies for proofreading! Seriously it felt like my eyes were melting out of my skull and your feedback was everything I needed!
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Religion Name: Shrekism
Overview: Shrekism is a monotheistic religion that centers around the worship of Shrek, a beloved character from the animated movie franchise. Followers of Shrekism believe that Shrek is a divine being who created the world and all living things, and that he is the one true god.
Commandments:
Thou shalt love and respect Shrek above all else. Thou shalt treat others with kindness and compassion, just as Shrek does. Thou shalt strive to live a simple and humble life, free from greed and materialism. Thou shalt honor thy parents and family, for they are a gift from Shrek. Thou shalt not kill or harm any living creature, for all life is sacred to Shrek. Thou shalt not steal or covet that which belongs to others. Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor or spread rumors and lies. Thou shalt keep the Sabbath day holy, and spend time in reflection and prayer. Thou shalt not engage in any form of sexual immorality or adultery. Thou shalt not worship any other gods or idols, for Shrek is the one true god.
Deadly Sins:
Pride: Believing oneself to be superior to others or placing oneself above Shrek. Greed: Excessive desire for wealth or material possessions. Envy: Jealousy of others' successes or possessions. Wrath: Uncontrolled anger or aggression towards others. Sloth: Laziness and apathy towards one's duties and responsibilities. Gluttony: Overindulgence in food or drink. Lust: Excessive or inappropriate sexual desire.
Practices:
Worship: Shrekists gather in their temples and offer prayers and offerings to Shrek. Pilgrimage: Shrekists may go on pilgrimage to the "Swamp of Serenity," where they believe Shrek first appeared to humanity. Fasting: Shrekists may fast on certain days to show their devotion and discipline. Charity: Shrekists are encouraged to be charitable and help those in need. Meditation: Shrekists may meditate on the teachings of Shrek and seek to deepen their understanding of his message. Communal Meals: Shrekists may share meals together as a symbol of unity and community.
Symbols:
The Green Flag: A green flag bearing the image of Shrek. The Onion: The onion is a symbol of humility and simplicity, which are important virtues in Shrekism. The Donkey: Donkey, Shrek's loyal companion, is seen as a symbol of friendship and loyalty in the Shrekist faith.
Holy Places:
The Swamp: In the Shrek bibles, Shrek's swamp is his sacred home and a symbol of his identity. A temple or shrine could be built in honor of the swamp, where followers could come to meditate and reflect.
The Castle: The castle where Princess Fiona lived in the first Shrek bible could be considered a holy place. Followers could come to pay their respects to the princess and learn more about her story.
The Windmill: The windmill where Shrek and Fiona first fell in love could also be considered a sacred site. Shrekists could come to pay their respects to the couple and learn more about the power of love.
Paradise:
The Swamp of Eternity: In this paradise, followers of shrekism could spend eternity living in their own version of Shrek's swamp. They would be surrounded by their loved ones, onions, donkeys, and the beauty of nature, and they could live in peace and happiness for all eternity.
Inferno:
The Pit of Isolation: This inferno would be a place where followers of the Shrek-based religion could be sent if they were deemed to have betrayed the values of the religion. In this pit, they would be cut off from all human interaction and forced to live in isolation for eternity, just like Fiona(the spouse of our holy diety) was.
Apostles:
Fiona, Shrek's wife and co-leader of the movement, who embodies the ideals of strength, courage, and compassion.
Donkey, Shrek's faithful and humorous companion, who represents the importance of loyalty and friendship.
Puss in Boots, a skilled and cunning warrior who symbolizes the virtues of agility and strategic thinking.
Dragon, a fierce and powerful ally who embodies the values of protection and loyalty.
Gingy, a tenacious and resilient gingerbread man who represents the importance of perseverance and determination.
Artie, a young and inexperienced prince who undergoes a transformation and represents the potential for growth and change.
Merlin, a wise and mystical advisor who provides guidance and spiritual insight.
Captain Hook, a former villain who has reformed and now serves as an example of redemption and forgiveness.
Doris, a former antagonist who has also reformed and represents the power of second chances.
Mama Bear, one of the Three Bears who represents the importance of family and community.
Thelonious, a henchman of Lord Farquaad who redeems himself and becomes a member of Shrek's inner circle, symbolizing the possibility of redemption and transformation for all.

My daughter and I have been going back and forth on who has the best odds to win and we finally landed on the list below.
Kenzie 45% Maria 22.5% Charlie 22.5% Liz 8% Ben 2 %
Our reasoning is that Charlie, Maria and Kenzie have the best games. Maria and Charlie are gunning for one another so one will most likely get out the other at 5. There is always a chance but Ben is falling apart (who writes someone's name by accident?!?) and Liz may be poo little poo late. What are your thoughts / odds going into the finale?