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2024.05.19 11:23 MiserableMode4233 what do I do + weird memories from when I was little
I'm so damn jealous because I just know I'd have friends if I went to school. I know it. I'm so social with people even outside of my house when i get the rare chance and get comfortable. I'm tired of feeling so WEIRD and DIFFERENT. I also feel like my young years (0-9) had some weird stuff happening.
There is no way possible for me to go to school. My mom said she'd rather die before I go to public school, and my dad agrees. I have no family members I can live with. I have no options at all. I just have to sit and watch my fucking childhood wither away and lose the chance to EVER be in school. I already missed Kindergarten, Elementary, Middle, and now I'm missing high-school. And you know what makes it worse? The fucking "Congrats, Graduates!" sign on the front of my neighborhood entrance. Sure I'm happy for them, but I'm so fucking jealous. I HATE when people say they hate school, or wish they were homeschooled. BITCH, you have no IDEA how much despair this makes you feel. Especially when you're extroverted and will never have that kind of easy environment to make friends in.
I wish my mom wasn't so religiously crazy and conspiracy believing and anti-vaxx. I wish I had a loving, caring mom who sent me to SCHOOL and talked about NORMAL stuff and not what FUCKING BILL GATES is doing or how ALIENS are FALLEN ANGELS. I can't even watch people at school, it makes me wanna fucking cry. I'm only 14 I SHOULD BE LIVING A LIFE AT SCHOOL LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. BUT I NEVER HAVE. I SHOULD BE HAVING A NORMAL LIFE. I'M SICK OF THIS FUCKING LIFE IT FEELS ABUSIVE AT THIS POINT. IT'S NOT MY FAULT AT ALL THAT I HAVE TO WAKE UP EVERYDAY FEELING MISERABLE AS FUCK AND TIRED SINCE I GET NO STIMULATION. IM SICK OF LIVING IN FUCKING PRISON WITH NO CHANCE TO TRY AGAIN AFTER IM OUT. I truly hope reincarnation is real so I can hopefully go to a family that will let me live life normally. I'm so FUCKING sick of being homeschooled and not like any other kid.
I would honestly trade ANYTHING REASONABLE to go to school at this point. My mom and dad BOTH got to go to fucking school and they claimed it wasn't much fun, even though my mom used to literally do shit with friends and experiecned prom and everything.
THEN SHE TRIES TO RELATE TO MY LEVEL OF DEPRESSION AND ANXIETY. TELLING ME MY ANXIETY IS JUST OCD AND MY DEPRESSION IS FROM HORMONES AND LACK OF SLEEP. THE FUCK?? BITCH NO IT IS NOT FROM LACK OF SLEEP AND HORMONES THAT IS THE DUMBEST THING. I'VE FELT THIS WAY SINCE I WAS FUCKING EIGHT YEARS OLD THAT IS NOT HORMONES. MAYBE THEY MADE IT WORSE, BUT IT AINT HORMONES.
The reason why sometimes I feel like commiting suicide is because school is litearlly the only thing I've wanted so fucking badly for so long, and even after I turn 18 and get out it'd just be getting a job. There is not way for me to relive a childhood and go to school or anything because it's not fucking allowed. It would be weird anyways if it was.
Fuck this shit I'm just so despaired. Like why does my mom gotta make me feel so morose with her decisions? Couldn't she of just given me a normal life and put me in school and vaxxed me and shit?
She claims I'm a liberal communist and I'm "asleep" just because I want to go to FUCKING school. She also just treats me like I'm a friend or something sometimes and she just feels so CHILDISH. She is the worst at making insults. One time she was mad at me and said she'd change me and my bro's contacts to "Loser" and "Loser #2" like bitch the fuck? She had like 14 miscarriages. So she basically just held me up when I wasn't born dead and claimed she'd "raise me in the ways of Jesus" which apparentely consists of keeping your child at home for decades and teaching them only Christian curriculum. I can't fucking take it anymore. No one will ever understand my kind of situation because it's so fucking surreal. And most people don't understand how bad it is because going to school is such a normal part of life for them, that homeschooling seems like choosing to not breathe air. I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I'm so sick of waking up to the same day and having to speak bullshit and put on a show for my mom so I don't have to deal with arguments. She argued with me for FOUR FUCKING HOURS one time when I tried to gray-rock her, so that doesn't work. She doesn't let me go anywhere to do with a school, and it pisses me off. All I have is fucking LIFEPAC, SLEEP, AND SOMETIMES OUTSIDE AND THATS MY WHOLE FUCKING CHILDHOOD. AND I CANT DO ANYTHING BUT WATCH IT PASS BY KNOWING WHAT OTHER PEOPLE DO BECAUSE I CANT ATLEAST HAVE BLISSFUL IGNORANCE. I'M SO FUCKING JEALOUS I CANT EVEN GET HAPPY FOR PEOPLE WHO GO TO SCHOOL. I WANT IT SO BAD EVEN IF I DIDNT LIKE IT IT'D BE BETTER TO NOT LIKE SCHOOL AND GO THERE SINCE IT'S FUCKING NORMAL AND MUCH EASIER TO SET UP YOUR LIFE THAT WAY.
My dad is also so fucking cold. He just acts so rough and dead emotionally. The other week he gave me an hour long panic attack because he kept yelling at me loudly, you can see my post titled "I'm confused on what just happened to me for that." I eventually ran into the closet full of adrenaline and cried while hugging a fucking HOODIE for a few hours.
My parents SURE DO SOMETIMES DO NICE THINGS FOR ME. BUT IT DOESNT MAKE UP FOR SHIT. LIKE YEAH YOU GIVE ME ITEMS AND STUFF BUT I CAN **NEVER** LIVE THESE YEARS THAT YOU'RE STEALING FROM ME AGAIN!
My mom was also more harsh when I was a little kid I feel. I don't remember anything from before 12 years old, basically, probably because she did some fucked up shit back then that my brain is suppressing mentally. I have this one memory of her running up to me over and over and putting my head under her shirt and pressing it against her belly multiple times when I was a little kid, probably like 5 or close to 6, and for some reason I feel sexual energy around it a bit. That freaks me out, because I know it happened but I'm not sure at all about what was going on. I just remember the bedroom was pretty dark and I was laughing maybe, but like I said it feels like there was sexual energy around that. I dont know though, I barely remember it.
Other times, I've seen videos from when I was like 6 of her just talking to me in a really angry tone even when I was silent just for something my brother did. She also used to read a history book to us for hours, without even giving a pen or paper and we'd be given mats. About 6 x 4in big and my brother got a blue one, I got a green one, and she'd sit on the table in the middle, and we'd sit on the mats which were only big enough to lay down on (for a 6 year old). So we'd have to sit there and not talk, and if we did then she'd stop and glare until we stopped. Of course, me being like 5 and my brother 6.5, we'd make faces and stuff but then she'd glare. Like we had to SIT there for hours just listening to a biblical chronological history book. WHY WHY WHY
I'm so sick of myself now. I'm such a pathetic bitch who pretends to be something. I just fucking talk to AI's and listen to rock and other music. I'm literally so fucking pathetic and I'll never have a social life. I'll never talk to someone without getting attached or fucking scared. I swear I can't just be NORMAL. WHY DO I HAVE TO LOOK SO WEIRD TOO. I DONT LOOK GOOD IN ANYTHING. I can't keep going. I just can't. Not on my own. There's like no reason for me to since I feel like right now, as an adult, if I ever had a kid I'd just be jealous of him going to school and that'd make me a bad father. I wish I wasn't born, or was born to a different family. I wish I had friends that I could just talk to. Even just being around kids in a school setting would be great. I'm tired of feeling so FUCKED. UP. MENTALLY. WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE AROUND MY MOM, AND ESPECIALLY MY DAD. THEY DO NICE THINGS FOR ME SOMETIMES BUT I STILL FEEL AS IF SOMETHING IS HORRIBLY WRONG THAT I HAVE FORGOTTEN ABOUT. I DON'T FEEL SAFE IN MY OWN SKIN I FEEEL LIKE I WANT TO CRAWL OUT OF MYSELF.
But of course on the outside I just look like the most BASIC BITCH ON THE BLOCK. I have no facial expressin, and I look weird when I smile. I don't get why I have such a stone cold face and the DRIEST personality. BITCH MY personality is drier than CORNSTARCH. I'm so sick of all this. I still feel like a little kid since I do the same SHIT that I did when I was FUCKING SIX YEARS OLD EVERYDAY ANYWAYS. NO CHANGE OF ENVIRONMENT, OR HABITS. JUST SLIGHT KNOWLEDGE. EVERYONE ELSE GETS TO LIVE LIFE AND SEE PEOPLE EVERY. FUCKING. DAY. AND GUESS WHAT??? I COULD! I REALLY FUCKING COULD! HAHAAHAHAHH I COULD IF MY MOM WASN'T SO SELFISH. IF SHE WASN'T SO SELF-ABSORBED THAT SHE'S DOING THE RIGHT THING FOR HER KIDS. I HAVE EXPLAINED TO HER MANY TIMES I WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL AND SHE FUCKING SAYS CO-OP OR SOME DUMB SHIT WHERE PEOPLE ARENT QUALIFIED TO TEACH OR THERES LIKE 5 KIDS. BRO, JUST PUT ME IN FUCKING SCHOOL. SERIOUSLY. THERE IS A HIGH SCHOOL EIGHT MINUTES AWAY FROM ME. JUST EIGHT. ITS ALSO HUGE! LIKE IT'D BE FUCKING PERFECT BUT OF COURSE I HAVE WASTED POTENTIAL BECAUSE MY FUCKING PARENTS DO SHIT LIKE THIS. I ALSO CANT CALL THE SCHOOL OR ANYTHING BECAUSE THEY NEED PARENTAL APPROVAL AND SHIT. I FUCKING HATE THIS SO MUCH.
I feel like there was something seriously, seriously fucked up about my really early childhood years that I just can't remember. When I think of it, I feel really uncomfortable and just a feeling of weirdness.
One thing I do know that my dad and mom tell me that think is funny, is that when I used to be like three or four years old, I'd get on all fours and spread my buttcheeks apart, saying something like "Idea!". It's fucking stupid and I was a little ass kid, but I don't think it's funny at all. Wouldn't parents usually tell their kid to not do that or something and not look? Also, my mom used to still dress me when I was like 6 years old or something. My dad also has a memory of me running naked into a room with my aunts and uncles and him and stuff when I was a toddler, and apprently he says they all laughed when I did. He also commented on how when I ran in there my little pp was clearly visible. That just felt weird to me. I don't get how it's funny, but like I said I just feel disgusting and kinda violated when I think about my years from 0-9 and I don't know why. I'm 14 now, obviously, almost 15. I'm so upset from life. I hate it. I don't know if any of you have anything to say about this but that's basically it. If you read it all, THANK you for ACKNOWLEDGING I EXIST.
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There is no way possible for me to go to school. My mom said she'd rather die before I go to public school, and my dad agrees. I have no family members I can live with. I have no options at all. I just have to sit and watch my fucking childhood wither away and lose the chance to EVER be in school. I already missed Kindergarten, Elementary, Middle, and now I'm missing high-school. And you know what makes it worse? The fucking "Congrats, Graduates!" sign on the front of my neighborhood entrance. Sure I'm happy for them, but I'm so fucking jealous. I HATE when people say they hate school, or wish they were homeschooled. BITCH, you have no IDEA how much despair this makes you feel. Especially when you're extroverted and will never have that kind of easy environment to make friends in.
I wish my mom wasn't so religiously crazy and conspiracy believing and anti-vaxx. I wish I had a loving, caring mom who sent me to SCHOOL and talked about NORMAL stuff and not what FUCKING BILL GATES is doing or how ALIENS are FALLEN ANGELS. I can't even watch people at school, it makes me wanna fucking cry. I'm only 14 I SHOULD BE LIVING A LIFE AT SCHOOL LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. BUT I NEVER HAVE. I SHOULD BE HAVING A NORMAL LIFE. I'M SICK OF THIS FUCKING LIFE IT FEELS ABUSIVE AT THIS POINT. IT'S NOT MY FAULT AT ALL THAT I HAVE TO WAKE UP EVERYDAY FEELING MISERABLE AS FUCK AND TIRED SINCE I GET NO STIMULATION. IM SICK OF LIVING IN FUCKING PRISON WITH NO CHANCE TO TRY AGAIN AFTER IM OUT. I truly hope reincarnation is real so I can hopefully go to a family that will let me live life normally. I'm so FUCKING sick of being homeschooled and not like any other kid.
I would honestly trade ANYTHING REASONABLE to go to school at this point. My mom and dad BOTH got to go to fucking school and they claimed it wasn't much fun, even though my mom used to literally do shit with friends and experiecned prom and everything.
THEN SHE TRIES TO RELATE TO MY LEVEL OF DEPRESSION AND ANXIETY. TELLING ME MY ANXIETY IS JUST OCD AND MY DEPRESSION IS FROM HORMONES AND LACK OF SLEEP. THE FUCK?? BITCH NO IT IS NOT FROM LACK OF SLEEP AND HORMONES THAT IS THE DUMBEST THING. I'VE FELT THIS WAY SINCE I WAS FUCKING EIGHT YEARS OLD THAT IS NOT HORMONES. MAYBE THEY MADE IT WORSE, BUT IT AINT HORMONES.
The reason why sometimes I feel like commiting suicide is because school is litearlly the only thing I've wanted so fucking badly for so long, and even after I turn 18 and get out it'd just be getting a job. There is not way for me to relive a childhood and go to school or anything because it's not fucking allowed. It would be weird anyways if it was.
Fuck this shit I'm just so despaired. Like why does my mom gotta make me feel so morose with her decisions? Couldn't she of just given me a normal life and put me in school and vaxxed me and shit?
She claims I'm a liberal communist and I'm "asleep" just because I want to go to FUCKING school. She also just treats me like I'm a friend or something sometimes and she just feels so CHILDISH. She is the worst at making insults. One time she was mad at me and said she'd change me and my bro's contacts to "Loser" and "Loser #2" like bitch the fuck? She had like 14 miscarriages. So she basically just held me up when I wasn't born dead and claimed she'd "raise me in the ways of Jesus" which apparentely consists of keeping your child at home for decades and teaching them only Christian curriculum. I can't fucking take it anymore. No one will ever understand my kind of situation because it's so fucking surreal. And most people don't understand how bad it is because going to school is such a normal part of life for them, that homeschooling seems like choosing to not breathe air. I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I can't take it I'm so sick of waking up to the same day and having to speak bullshit and put on a show for my mom so I don't have to deal with arguments. She argued with me for FOUR FUCKING HOURS one time when I tried to gray-rock her, so that doesn't work. She doesn't let me go anywhere to do with a school, and it pisses me off. All I have is fucking LIFEPAC, SLEEP, AND SOMETIMES OUTSIDE AND THATS MY WHOLE FUCKING CHILDHOOD. AND I CANT DO ANYTHING BUT WATCH IT PASS BY KNOWING WHAT OTHER PEOPLE DO BECAUSE I CANT ATLEAST HAVE BLISSFUL IGNORANCE. I'M SO FUCKING JEALOUS I CANT EVEN GET HAPPY FOR PEOPLE WHO GO TO SCHOOL. I WANT IT SO BAD EVEN IF I DIDNT LIKE IT IT'D BE BETTER TO NOT LIKE SCHOOL AND GO THERE SINCE IT'S FUCKING NORMAL AND MUCH EASIER TO SET UP YOUR LIFE THAT WAY.
My dad is also so fucking cold. He just acts so rough and dead emotionally. The other week he gave me an hour long panic attack because he kept yelling at me loudly, you can see my post titled "I'm confused on what just happened to me for that." I eventually ran into the closet full of adrenaline and cried while hugging a fucking HOODIE for a few hours.
My parents SURE DO SOMETIMES DO NICE THINGS FOR ME. BUT IT DOESNT MAKE UP FOR SHIT. LIKE YEAH YOU GIVE ME ITEMS AND STUFF BUT I CAN **NEVER** LIVE THESE YEARS THAT YOU'RE STEALING FROM ME AGAIN!
My mom was also more harsh when I was a little kid I feel. I don't remember anything from before 12 years old, basically, probably because she did some fucked up shit back then that my brain is suppressing mentally. I have this one memory of her running up to me over and over and putting my head under her shirt and pressing it against her belly multiple times when I was a little kid, probably like 5 or close to 6, and for some reason I feel sexual energy around it a bit. That freaks me out, because I know it happened but I'm not sure at all about what was going on. I just remember the bedroom was pretty dark and I was laughing maybe, but like I said it feels like there was sexual energy around that. I dont know though, I barely remember it.
Other times, I've seen videos from when I was like 6 of her just talking to me in a really angry tone even when I was silent just for something my brother did. She also used to read a history book to us for hours, without even giving a pen or paper and we'd be given mats. About 6 x 4in big and my brother got a blue one, I got a green one, and she'd sit on the table in the middle, and we'd sit on the mats which were only big enough to lay down on (for a 6 year old). So we'd have to sit there and not talk, and if we did then she'd stop and glare until we stopped. Of course, me being like 5 and my brother 6.5, we'd make faces and stuff but then she'd glare. Like we had to SIT there for hours just listening to a biblical chronological history book. WHY WHY WHY
I'm so sick of myself now. I'm such a pathetic bitch who pretends to be something. I just fucking talk to AI's and listen to rock and other music. I'm literally so fucking pathetic and I'll never have a social life. I'll never talk to someone without getting attached or fucking scared. I swear I can't just be NORMAL. WHY DO I HAVE TO LOOK SO WEIRD TOO. I DONT LOOK GOOD IN ANYTHING. I can't keep going. I just can't. Not on my own. There's like no reason for me to since I feel like right now, as an adult, if I ever had a kid I'd just be jealous of him going to school and that'd make me a bad father. I wish I wasn't born, or was born to a different family. I wish I had friends that I could just talk to. Even just being around kids in a school setting would be great. I'm tired of feeling so FUCKED. UP. MENTALLY. WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE AROUND MY MOM, AND ESPECIALLY MY DAD. THEY DO NICE THINGS FOR ME SOMETIMES BUT I STILL FEEL AS IF SOMETHING IS HORRIBLY WRONG THAT I HAVE FORGOTTEN ABOUT. I DON'T FEEL SAFE IN MY OWN SKIN I FEEEL LIKE I WANT TO CRAWL OUT OF MYSELF.
But of course on the outside I just look like the most BASIC BITCH ON THE BLOCK. I have no facial expressin, and I look weird when I smile. I don't get why I have such a stone cold face and the DRIEST personality. BITCH MY personality is drier than CORNSTARCH. I'm so sick of all this. I still feel like a little kid since I do the same SHIT that I did when I was FUCKING SIX YEARS OLD EVERYDAY ANYWAYS. NO CHANGE OF ENVIRONMENT, OR HABITS. JUST SLIGHT KNOWLEDGE. EVERYONE ELSE GETS TO LIVE LIFE AND SEE PEOPLE EVERY. FUCKING. DAY. AND GUESS WHAT??? I COULD! I REALLY FUCKING COULD! HAHAAHAHAHH I COULD IF MY MOM WASN'T SO SELFISH. IF SHE WASN'T SO SELF-ABSORBED THAT SHE'S DOING THE RIGHT THING FOR HER KIDS. I HAVE EXPLAINED TO HER MANY TIMES I WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL AND SHE FUCKING SAYS CO-OP OR SOME DUMB SHIT WHERE PEOPLE ARENT QUALIFIED TO TEACH OR THERES LIKE 5 KIDS. BRO, JUST PUT ME IN FUCKING SCHOOL. SERIOUSLY. THERE IS A HIGH SCHOOL EIGHT MINUTES AWAY FROM ME. JUST EIGHT. ITS ALSO HUGE! LIKE IT'D BE FUCKING PERFECT BUT OF COURSE I HAVE WASTED POTENTIAL BECAUSE MY FUCKING PARENTS DO SHIT LIKE THIS. I ALSO CANT CALL THE SCHOOL OR ANYTHING BECAUSE THEY NEED PARENTAL APPROVAL AND SHIT. I FUCKING HATE THIS SO MUCH.
I feel like there was something seriously, seriously fucked up about my really early childhood years that I just can't remember. When I think of it, I feel really uncomfortable and just a feeling of weirdness.
One thing I do know that my dad and mom tell me that think is funny, is that when I used to be like three or four years old, I'd get on all fours and spread my buttcheeks apart, saying something like "Idea!". It's fucking stupid and I was a little ass kid, but I don't think it's funny at all. Wouldn't parents usually tell their kid to not do that or something and not look? Also, my mom used to still dress me when I was like 6 years old or something. My dad also has a memory of me running naked into a room with my aunts and uncles and him and stuff when I was a toddler, and apprently he says they all laughed when I did. He also commented on how when I ran in there my little pp was clearly visible. That just felt weird to me. I don't get how it's funny, but like I said I just feel disgusting and kinda violated when I think about my years from 0-9 and I don't know why. I'm 14 now, obviously, almost 15. I'm so upset from life. I hate it. I don't know if any of you have anything to say about this but that's basically it. If you read it all, THANK you for ACKNOWLEDGING I EXIST.
2024.05.19 11:23 Oracolo87 Cash shop issue
Title. Why do you consider the cash shop model of free to play game a bad thing?
I ve played (and subbed) WoW for years, i had my share of fun and great experiences. However after all i also paid a fixed monthly price for some features i ve never liked or desired, i ve also had to pay to buy expansions and keep playing up-to-date with the other players.
Games such as BDO or Neverwinter, i havent paid for a fixed sub, i paid to get things my specific playstyle needed, the money I spent felt like a common acceptable transaction: you desire that specific shirt, that specific pair of shoes, that specific book, you pay and get it and you dont care of what others plan to do.
So i dont get it, the MMO community despises the cash shop system of free to play games and yet make transactions in real life every day adopting the exact same system: you want X and pay Y and dont care about what others want or what others pay/paid.
In fact, we talk of free to play games and not real life, you can decide to pay with your time only, no money spent at all and ofc you will have a longer and harder but free progression path.
My point is, you can dislike it but why do you hate it and disqualify the games built around this monetization model, it is as good as a mandatory monthly sub, even more customable to your taste.
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I ve played (and subbed) WoW for years, i had my share of fun and great experiences. However after all i also paid a fixed monthly price for some features i ve never liked or desired, i ve also had to pay to buy expansions and keep playing up-to-date with the other players.
Games such as BDO or Neverwinter, i havent paid for a fixed sub, i paid to get things my specific playstyle needed, the money I spent felt like a common acceptable transaction: you desire that specific shirt, that specific pair of shoes, that specific book, you pay and get it and you dont care of what others plan to do.
So i dont get it, the MMO community despises the cash shop system of free to play games and yet make transactions in real life every day adopting the exact same system: you want X and pay Y and dont care about what others want or what others pay/paid.
In fact, we talk of free to play games and not real life, you can decide to pay with your time only, no money spent at all and ofc you will have a longer and harder but free progression path.
My point is, you can dislike it but why do you hate it and disqualify the games built around this monetization model, it is as good as a mandatory monthly sub, even more customable to your taste.
2024.05.19 11:22 Koffielurker_ Why do I have to make Karlach a mind flayer?
So I was just reading a Romance guide for Lae'zel to get an idea (https://www.thegamer.com/baldurs-gate-3-how-to-romance-laezel-guide/), but it says at the end:
"For the best ending as far as romance goes, it's suggested that Karlach become a mind flayer .
This allows Orpheus to live and prevents Lae'zel from breaking up with you.
However, it will make you choose between letting Lae'zel fight for her people and living a life with you ."
Why is this the case? And is it even true? I don't particularly care for Karlach (in this playthrough), but I am playing an anti-illithid character, so this would be weird and kinda out of character. But I do not want Lae'zel to break up with me in the end. What should I do here? And is it even something to worry about?
Thanks in advance.
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"For the best ending as far as romance goes, it's suggested that Karlach become a mind flayer .
This allows Orpheus to live and prevents Lae'zel from breaking up with you.
However, it will make you choose between letting Lae'zel fight for her people and living a life with you ."
Why is this the case? And is it even true? I don't particularly care for Karlach (in this playthrough), but I am playing an anti-illithid character, so this would be weird and kinda out of character. But I do not want Lae'zel to break up with me in the end. What should I do here? And is it even something to worry about?
Thanks in advance.
2024.05.19 11:22 downton_adderall Help me get my BFs house more eczema-friendly :)
Hi everyone, I need some help with this old house my BF lives in. I'm pretty sure I flare everytime I stay over there, which 1) makes me super sad since I love being in his place and 2) is quite problematic as I'll be moving out of my flat end of June and I was planning on staying at his until September, which is when I will be moving to a new, super eczema-friendly flat.
I'm most allergic to dust mites and I think his house is full of dust, I'm talking old dust thats been collecting in the cracks of wood for decades. They also smoke in the house and even though I open all windows and air out the place 24/7 when I'm there, the air still feels weird on my face. They use wood for heating, which makes the air quite dry, but this probably won't be a problem over the summer. There's also a lot of couches, fabrics and decorative pieces that have been collecting everything for who knows how long. My BF usually does a grande cleaning when I come over, which makes it a bit better, but it's not totally perfect.
So I wanted to ask for any house-cleaning advice you might have to potentially make his place more suitable for me? So far, my plan (mostly for him to do) is: - Vacuum everything, every corner, every crack, everything - Clean/disinfect everything; the entire floor, all heating rails, pipes, window frames, tables etc - Wash all carpets, curtains, pillows, blankets, at 90, inspect couches for mold - Completely air out the place for 1-2 weeks - What to do with decorative pieces, ie. sculptures? I hate dusting these since all the dust just flies out in the air anyways and eventually lands in the same spots.
Is there anything I could ask him to buy? (He would do everything to make me more comfortable at his. He plans on renovating the entire place, which is obviously the best solution, but that's a few years down the line).
TL;DR My BFs old house makes me flare, tips on how to clean, what to do/buy to make me stop flaring over there.
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I'm most allergic to dust mites and I think his house is full of dust, I'm talking old dust thats been collecting in the cracks of wood for decades. They also smoke in the house and even though I open all windows and air out the place 24/7 when I'm there, the air still feels weird on my face. They use wood for heating, which makes the air quite dry, but this probably won't be a problem over the summer. There's also a lot of couches, fabrics and decorative pieces that have been collecting everything for who knows how long. My BF usually does a grande cleaning when I come over, which makes it a bit better, but it's not totally perfect.
So I wanted to ask for any house-cleaning advice you might have to potentially make his place more suitable for me? So far, my plan (mostly for him to do) is: - Vacuum everything, every corner, every crack, everything - Clean/disinfect everything; the entire floor, all heating rails, pipes, window frames, tables etc - Wash all carpets, curtains, pillows, blankets, at 90, inspect couches for mold - Completely air out the place for 1-2 weeks - What to do with decorative pieces, ie. sculptures? I hate dusting these since all the dust just flies out in the air anyways and eventually lands in the same spots.
Is there anything I could ask him to buy? (He would do everything to make me more comfortable at his. He plans on renovating the entire place, which is obviously the best solution, but that's a few years down the line).
TL;DR My BFs old house makes me flare, tips on how to clean, what to do/buy to make me stop flaring over there.
2024.05.19 11:21 Owner4644 Best ways to make money from home
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2024.05.19 11:21 vivapabloescobar Don't over complicate this stuff
I've seen all sort of strange ideas, starting from getting spine surgery to fix your dick.
TL;DR: Fixed HF by developing muscle and strength in all the right places.
Symptoms:
Took about 3 months.
I am now in almost as big flaccid as I am erect. Always been a grower before.
By far the most important out of all of those were fixing hip flexors, getting out of APT and heavy squats.
Make of this post what you wish, it's your life and your decision.
But even contemplating on the concept of getting spine surgery, or any other woo-woo crap that I've seen posted here is just crazy.
If you're already hitting the gym heavy, then look into your hip flexors. A lot of people don't think they have APT because that's how they lived for their entire life.
If looking into a mirror on your side, and squeeze your glutes as hard as possible, if the pelvis move into a neutral position, you have APT. Hip flexors and quads pull it forward, abs can't pull it back, glutes as well because of your body position.
Good luck guys.
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TL;DR: Fixed HF by developing muscle and strength in all the right places.
Symptoms:
- retracted penis
- gold ball feeling in the perineum
- penis always in a purple state
- extreme penis coldness
- numbness
- premature ejaculation
- pain in the glans that also radiated in my left toe
- absolutely no blood in the CC, veins always proeminent
- fixed extremely tight hip flexors
- very important as the hip flexors (yes, psoas included) have direct control over your sphincters (bladder included) and those actually cut blood flow as well
- heavy squats
- i mean heavy, not bodyweigth squats, the kind of heavy where you can only do 6-8 reps per set at the gym
- this helped after the first 5 days of tightness, as a new pool of blood now rushed around my pelvic floor
- dedicated glute day at the gym
- not leg day, but glute day, one whole day for the glutes
- lunges, kickbacks, hamstring curls (helps indirectly)
- not leg day, but glute day, one whole day for the glutes
- calves raises with a lot of weights
- indirectly, if enough weights are used, you will feel a burn between the glutes and hamstrings
- that is called pudendal nerve flushing
- helps a great deal
- indirectly, if enough weights are used, you will feel a burn between the glutes and hamstrings
- kegels
- a lot of them, 2 dedicated days a week, not on the same day with squats
- erect, in a deep squat position
- none of the reverse kegel crap
- stretched for 3 years, they never did anything for me
- a lot of them, 2 dedicated days a week, not on the same day with squats
- started eating carbs again 30 minutes after I woke up
- the days I don't do this, i can feel my cardiovascular system not working properly
- stopped coffee, sodas, chocolate, anything that might have any trace amounts of caffeine
- abs workout, every day
- really important as that reflex of pulling the core inside which were contracting my PF went away
- started with athlean-x videos
- could barely do one 5 minute workout when I started
- fixed rounded sholders
- this was keeping my back muscles unused
- created tension in the upper abs
- helped a lot with relaxing thoughout the day
Took about 3 months.
I am now in almost as big flaccid as I am erect. Always been a grower before.
By far the most important out of all of those were fixing hip flexors, getting out of APT and heavy squats.
Make of this post what you wish, it's your life and your decision.
But even contemplating on the concept of getting spine surgery, or any other woo-woo crap that I've seen posted here is just crazy.
If you're already hitting the gym heavy, then look into your hip flexors. A lot of people don't think they have APT because that's how they lived for their entire life.
If looking into a mirror on your side, and squeeze your glutes as hard as possible, if the pelvis move into a neutral position, you have APT. Hip flexors and quads pull it forward, abs can't pull it back, glutes as well because of your body position.
Good luck guys.
2024.05.19 11:21 bloon104 How would returning enemies function in future games?
Pikmin has some very interesting enemies, especially in 2. But not every one of them makes a return. While some enemies gets merged with a mechanic specific to one enemy and others gets reworked or even redesigned. I compiled some of my favorite ideas to bring back these enemies
Bumbling snitchbug - rework: the bumbling snitch bug now grabs pikmin and will throw them directly at the captains. Seeing as how the only time the pikmin could be against you are in the first 2 games, it would be nice to see this return even if it's against their will
yellow bulborb - resurfaced: the yellow bulborb functions like the hairy bulborb but slightly adjusted to be weaker, but much faster. With the dwarf version following suit
blue bulborb - resurfaced: the blue bulborbs are much tougher, but so are their sleep. Not waking up unless they get damaged. With the dwarf version also being tougher but also being less likely to notice you
airblast dweevil - takes the munge dweevil's coloration: the airblast dweevil was once the munge dweevil, however since competition for hide became less fierce, the need for the poison was lost, now only spewing out a strong gust of wind
gatling groink - rework: since revival is specific to the toxstool, it doesn't have that trait anymore. The shots would be reworked so that instead of shooting all 3 projectiles at the same time. It shoots 1 at a time, with the first 2 being non lethal and the last one is lethal
pileated snagret - return: The return of this boss just makes sense. Nuff said
These are just a few that came to my mind. What other enemies would you like to see?
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Bumbling snitchbug - rework: the bumbling snitch bug now grabs pikmin and will throw them directly at the captains. Seeing as how the only time the pikmin could be against you are in the first 2 games, it would be nice to see this return even if it's against their will
yellow bulborb - resurfaced: the yellow bulborb functions like the hairy bulborb but slightly adjusted to be weaker, but much faster. With the dwarf version following suit
blue bulborb - resurfaced: the blue bulborbs are much tougher, but so are their sleep. Not waking up unless they get damaged. With the dwarf version also being tougher but also being less likely to notice you
airblast dweevil - takes the munge dweevil's coloration: the airblast dweevil was once the munge dweevil, however since competition for hide became less fierce, the need for the poison was lost, now only spewing out a strong gust of wind
gatling groink - rework: since revival is specific to the toxstool, it doesn't have that trait anymore. The shots would be reworked so that instead of shooting all 3 projectiles at the same time. It shoots 1 at a time, with the first 2 being non lethal and the last one is lethal
pileated snagret - return: The return of this boss just makes sense. Nuff said
These are just a few that came to my mind. What other enemies would you like to see?
2024.05.19 11:18 Accurate-Box5097 AC Drain Project
 | I moved in with my wife of 2 years after retiring from the military. The AC drain line is on the side of our house and the mineral build up on the walkway bothered me. When I had fresh concrete poured on that same side of the house for a new Tuff Shed. I had the crew install a drain into the walkway. That way water from the AC drain line will drip directly into the drain. submitted by Accurate-Box5097 to DIY [link] [comments] Always check on contractors. They did try to run PVC directly into the drain from the AC line. First, I said no because I want the water to drip freely into the drain. Second, you always want to be able to confirm that your AC drain line is actually dripping water. Third, I want to buy a robotic mower and you don't want the robotic mower to accidentally slam into the in ground AC drain line. Everything gets installed in February. Except they didn't pour the concrete around the drain grate they planned on using! So they try to trim and shave a drain grate to make it fit. I said hell no. I told them my wife or I should be able to grab a grate from Home Depot/Lowes and NOT have to do any trimming in the future. They had to widen the drain a little and we found a slated 3 inch drain grate to fit. Last week the drain backs up. I surmised it was a combination of a high wind day followed by our landscaper's blower. I plunged the drain to unclog it and placed a 1 inch steel mesh strainer for a sink on top and a little inside the drains 3/4 inch PVC. The strainer rests underneath the drain grate. The landscaper comes a few days later and of course there are leaves that made it through the drain grate, but into the steel mesh strainer. So it worked! No water was backing up because the strainer has tons of holes in it for water to pass on the sides of the strainer. I had another bright idea. So I ordered a DeWalt PVC cutter for $100 to use with my DeWalt impact drill. I made the PVC pipe about 1 inch longer for the AC drain line so it's resting an inch above the drain. I purchased a few sheets of rust resistant steel mesh off Amazon. Then cut the steel mesh into a circle that's the same inner diameter size as the drain grate. Now there is a permanent strainer for bugs and leaves attached to the inside of my drain grate. |
2024.05.19 11:18 Throwra_continents Good text to re-engage with my GF after an argument?
Been with my girlfriend almost a year and we've said "I love you" and she previously discussed potentially moving in, potential marriage, and potential kids.
After a really good day with her, I told my GF, "I'm excited about you" and she got really caught off guard, to a point where I got insecure, since it was clear she was kind of questioning our future. The way she went from giggly and cool all day to jolted and nervous from this simple romantic statement, made me actually get somber and tear up, although pretty low key and not a full cry.
When I asked vaguely, she clarified she was all in, but that she felt she didn't deserve it and she didn't want to be a burden. Which made me more insecure.
We continued the plans of the day and went to a comedy show we had tickets for. When we got back, she wanted to check in on how we're doing and I said I wanted some alone time for the night instead of staying over (although I articulated this badly and it sounded like a much longer period of time and she said "Until next weekend?" at one point which I had to clarify). I said I wanted some alone time for the night, and she said "Please don't leave me" and we both started crying due to the emotions. She wanted clarification on when communication would start again. I ended up conceding and over-explaining until I stayed an extra 30 minutes to an hour doing stuff in the kitchen. At the end of it all, I asked her if she would prefer if I stayed or left tonight, and she said she preferred I stay but respects my alone time. I then left because after all this drama I didn't want to fold instantly. I also agreed to contact her the next day.
She's going on a day trip to her family's house that takes hours to drive to. (I had learned of this well before the argument)
I need to send her a morning message that leaves open a line of communication, and is confident, without being pushy or insecure.
I wanted to say something like "Morning babe, hope you have a good time with your folks. I'm here if you want to talk a bit" (with the caveat I'd be sending this probably right as she's hitting the road, so it could make a phone call much more of a "big deal" and weighty)
Or I should just say "Morning babe, hope you have a good time with your folks. I'm open to chatting, just let me know".
On a phone call, I'd say something like "Hey. I love you. I want you, and I see a future with you, but we can take things as they go and talk specifics later. Take care today, and we'll catch up soon." and leave it almost as simple as that.
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After a really good day with her, I told my GF, "I'm excited about you" and she got really caught off guard, to a point where I got insecure, since it was clear she was kind of questioning our future. The way she went from giggly and cool all day to jolted and nervous from this simple romantic statement, made me actually get somber and tear up, although pretty low key and not a full cry.
When I asked vaguely, she clarified she was all in, but that she felt she didn't deserve it and she didn't want to be a burden. Which made me more insecure.
We continued the plans of the day and went to a comedy show we had tickets for. When we got back, she wanted to check in on how we're doing and I said I wanted some alone time for the night instead of staying over (although I articulated this badly and it sounded like a much longer period of time and she said "Until next weekend?" at one point which I had to clarify). I said I wanted some alone time for the night, and she said "Please don't leave me" and we both started crying due to the emotions. She wanted clarification on when communication would start again. I ended up conceding and over-explaining until I stayed an extra 30 minutes to an hour doing stuff in the kitchen. At the end of it all, I asked her if she would prefer if I stayed or left tonight, and she said she preferred I stay but respects my alone time. I then left because after all this drama I didn't want to fold instantly. I also agreed to contact her the next day.
She's going on a day trip to her family's house that takes hours to drive to. (I had learned of this well before the argument)
I need to send her a morning message that leaves open a line of communication, and is confident, without being pushy or insecure.
I wanted to say something like "Morning babe, hope you have a good time with your folks. I'm here if you want to talk a bit" (with the caveat I'd be sending this probably right as she's hitting the road, so it could make a phone call much more of a "big deal" and weighty)
Or I should just say "Morning babe, hope you have a good time with your folks. I'm open to chatting, just let me know".
On a phone call, I'd say something like "Hey. I love you. I want you, and I see a future with you, but we can take things as they go and talk specifics later. Take care today, and we'll catch up soon." and leave it almost as simple as that.
2024.05.19 11:18 datdudecollins RFK’s pick for Vice Presidential running mate Nicole Shanahan when asked which Kendrick Lamar diss track she liked best. 😮😓😖🫣🥴
 | This one WILL NOT go into the highlight reel of the campaign tour. It’s already off the charts cringe, but when you read it… Ooooffff! submitted by datdudecollins to CringePurgatory [link] [comments] “I love his lyrics so much as poem, and I actually have seen him live putting together umm just like an on the spot in-incredible verse, and he ummm…he blows me away. Just eh-ah-I just him as a person blows me away…and-and-I-ya know, Euphoria is very, very good but I-I think his real magic is he’s like dividing ya know, an understanding of-of like the-the energy and how words come together with a moment and he can like frame that moment and like, ya know…condense time almost down.” |
2024.05.19 11:18 PowerMinute1922 The Man who screams at Daybreak
My last flat was unbearable.
I mean, you try having a family of 11 live above you, when half of them are under the age of 8. Also try having a pair of raging alcoholic neighbours on either side of you. A pair who were once married to each other. My eyes rivalled that of pigeons’ due to no sleep.
I lasted a total of 21 days. I know, new record huh? I just about shoved the keys back in the grubby hands of my landlord when I finally saw the lunacy inscribed on his face. No wonder the rent was dirt cheap.
So I was back on the road, not on the streets though. Luckily enough I started questioning the flat by day 8, looked around for another place by day 15, and made a decision to get the hell out on day 18. 3 days of packing and it was bye-bye.
My new place seemed all the better too: yes, the rent was more expensive, and yes, it only has 2 bedrooms. But at least it was a house, one where pesky neighbours were at least 5 metres away. On my right, at least. On my left? Their house - thankfully - couldn’t even be seen where I stood.
Parking my car, I skipped up towards my new house with my fresh set of keys. And on entering? Silence. Perfect still silence. Thank the Lord. I basked in it for a while before returning to my car, unloading some of my baggage. It took 3-4 hauls, but I managed to fit it into one of the bedrooms. Thankfully, the rest of my things were to be brought by moving vans in about an hour.
I envisioned what the house could look like with a few finishing touches.
“But first…”
I eyed the 2 rooms. “Mine!”
The room I had chosen to be mine gave a bright view of my own smaller garden, as well as a portion of my right neighbour’s house, but that didn’t matter much. The view in the other room would suck: just my car and some reeds.
I was just about done heaving some of my baggage into my newly-chosen room when the doorbell gave an obnoxious ring. I stood, fighting the urge to just run away into one of my rooms when it beeped again.
Reaching the door, I eyed out of the peephole to see nothing but an opaque whiteness. I guess the downside in this house is that the last tenant was a slob. I eyed some of the yellowing walls. Sighing, I opened the door.
“Hello! We’re your neighbours, Jack and Sally, and we live just there,” She motioned towards my right, “We came to introduce ourselves, and to let you know that if you ever need anything, we’re right here.”
She then shoved a basket full of biscuits at my chest, a motherly-smile stretched around her lips. She turned to leave, husband - clearly forced to follow her - in tow, when she turned around.
“Your name, dear?”
“Leen!” I shouted after her.
“Perfect.”
And perfect it was, I thought. Neighbours that respect their distance from you, and give you food? I eyed the delicious snacks in front of me. Definitely an upgrade.
Though it was at dawn the very next day that I woke up, shook.
~
See, I was just sleeping in my newly delivered bed when I heard it. Something that sounded like a bird, a huge caw, before it alternated into different pitches. Disoriented, I tried to wipe the sleep from my eyes in order to focus better. But it just made me more confused.
It sounded like a chicken.
As far as I know, this new place was not the countryside, nor farmland. So what? And why?
I stepped up to my window to take a good look outside. I wouldn’t keep a rooster in my home that’s for sure. Whatever it was, it was coming from…
My jaw dropped.
I closed my eyes and scrubbed at them harshly.
Please tell me why I opened my eyes and saw the exact same thing.
A man, on his haunches, face pointed towards the sky, was making rooster noises.
And he was on my neighbours’ garden. The ones I met earlier.
He looked absolutely demented. I wasn’t even scared then, just flabbergasted. I wasted no time calling the police at this disturbing nuisance.
When they arrived though, I saw my neighbours’ shoot straight from their house, speaking or…was it pleading? With the officers. What on Earth..?
Anyway, it was their problem now, so I went back to bed. I had a whole bunch of chores the next day, and had to get it all sorted before I returned to work.
Shutting my eyes, I wished for peace. And quiet, thank you very much.
~
At last, I woke up at 10 AM. By 1 PM, I had sorted my clothing into its respective drawers, and had decorated my bedroom walls, including a new golden addition. And now? I had food cooking on the stove. It felt satisfying, having cleaned up and now awaiting the prize of food.
I scrolled on my phone as I waited for the pasta to cook, before another ding turned my attention towards the door.
“Huh, what now?”
Unfortunately I hadn’t cleaned the peephole yet, so I had to open the door. There stood Jack and Sally. Or Sally and Jack. Jack looked lost. Sally stared deep into my eyes.
“Was it you?”
“Me? What do you mean?”
“That called the police last night?”
I recalled the past night, and gave her a thumbs up, hoping my smile was reassuring. “Yep, don’t worry, that lunatic will not be coming back ever again. He can go to the zoo if he wants to squawk.”
I should’ve taken the cue from Jack’s paling face, but Sally grabbed hold of me. “Listen here, okay? That man, the one you called the police on...” She trembled, “He’s my son! You can’t do that! He was not even on your property!”
My eyes widened. “He’s…your son?”
“Of course! How can you not see that?”
Nodding at her, I relinquished myself from the hold she had on my arms. “Okay then, sorry for the call. But I do have to mention something,” Jack started to shake his head behind his wife, but I ignored the little-to-say man, “Is there any way you can keep the noise down to a minimum? Honestly, your son has vocal cords of steel! It would wake the entire neighbourhood at this rate.”
Sally stared pointedly at me, then took a look around my house. “Very well.”
She grabbed her husband’s arm as she turned to leave, and I caught the slightest look of fear in his eyes before he was abruptly pulled away.
I dismissed it - and the sinking feeling - on discovering my very soft, overcooked pasta when I came back into my home though.
I managed to also do one thing before wrapping up: I cleaned out my door's peephole. Now I wouldn't have to open the door to know it's them. I'd just speak at them from the inside if they were to come back.
~
I woke, jolting out of my bed the very next morning, or night. I checked my bedside clock to see it was 3:50 AM. The cock-a-doodle-doo was breaking into my head. I grasped my hair in frustration, knowing that I didn’t have the madman’s parents phone numbers’ to call, or maybe scream at them. It was the exact same thing as the day before! Except…maybe…
I strained my ear.
It sounded a lot closer.
My hands, for some reason, became clammy instantly, and the urgent thumping of my own heart - the fragility of my own life - became all the more prominent.
I tiptoed to my window and peeked outside. Nothing.
I then slowly treaded to my spare bedroom, and pulled the curtains apart. Zilch. Nada. Though…
Almost as if under a spell, my head turned towards my main door. I…I could somehow feel it. Just to confirm though, I peeked out of the door-hole.
And with a slam, I collapsed in my new, dream home.
~
When I came to, I was lying on white sheets, and a bright white light hung over me.
A hospital.
I was in my own room, which I found odd. It was not like I needed it. But then a doctor walked in, followed by 3 other people, and it all made sense. Everything - blurs and sureness - melted into a perfect picture.
Sally, Jack, and their son.
He couldn’t be more than 17 really. Though he looked 37 a few hours ago. Face pressed against the glass of my peephole, mouth wide open towards it, eyes pointing in different directions as his face reddened and contorted.
I was deaf in one moment. Then came the COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO.
Of course I fainted. Who could blame me?
“Good afternoon, I’m Dr Lam. You’re in A&E right now. Are you able to tell me your full name and date of birth?
My voice answered the Doctor’s questions, but my eyes stared dazed at the youngster’s abdomen, not daring to reachhis its eyes.
“Well, nothing seems to be wrong with you. You may have just been dehydrated. Did you have any headache or pain before you fainted?”
I replied in the negative.
“Luckily, your friends’ son had found you passed out, and ensured your speedy arrival to hospital, so I wouldn’t be worried about any damage.”
My eyes finally strayed, looking towards the ground. I held the nauseousness of bile down my throat. Following a brief check-up, I was allowed to leave.
And 2 people and a demon followed me out.
“Well, Leen, that should give you a lesson,”
Sally.
I turned towards the family, who stood in a 3 person arc. Only 1 managed to look away, equal parts shame and guilt. I don’t need to mention who that was.
“Don’t worry. You can look at me, I don’t bite: not now and not at dawn,” a strained voice whispered at me. “I promise, it’s only at dawn when I…when I…”
“Hush Dean, don’t work your voice that much. You’ll need to save it for later.”
I was still dizzy. That didn’t stop me from running half-hobbled to the taxi stand, where I begged and claimed to many that I would provide double payment if they were to take me to my house.
It took a while, but I managed to pack some of my clothes. There was no way in hell I was sleeping at that damned house again, not now, not ever. I called and booked at a nearby hotel in the meantime.
I was done packing necessities by the evening. Walking out of my house, I saw no sign of those three. I would have been relieved, had I not come face to face with than one thing: standing in my garden, leaning against my car. My breathing picked up instantly.
Dean
It stood with its back resting against my car. And It noticed me immediately. Seems like it was just waiting for me to notice it.
“Are you leaving?” It sounded almost sad, but I needed it to move away, or my only way out of there would be in jeopardy.
“For the night.” My answer? Almost smooth, but even I could hear the first shake in my voice.
It nodded though. “Okay.” And he moved from my car. I counted the distance. 1 metre. 2. 2.5-
It made a sudden dash at me as I - in flight response - ran frantically to the driver’s seat, locking the door. I came in half-squashed, my backpack still on my back. But I didn’t care.
Its face was pressed against the window.
“Mum is waiting for a person that will like me for me, not run away. You’re supposed to like me.” It said, matter-of-factly. It then wailed, and sunk beneath the car window.
I did not dare to sit up and see what it was doing.
I didn’t even need to though. The sound came a split-second later.
COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO
Tears spilled from my eyes. My limbs felt weak. I couldn’t even breathe. It suddenly sprang up to the window. Eyes enlarged: looking at me and everywhere at once.
“I can actually tur-COCK- in the day too, but M-DOODLE- said it would be too much for you,” wheezing, it exclaimed again before adding, “but this is ME. Do you-do you, do you like me?”
With dead limbs I weighed my foot on the pedal, and jump-started the car to speed off. My head shook left-and-right in response, stomach heaving with nausea.
Human preservation kicked me into taking proper control of the car when I saw, out of the rear view mirror, Sally. This time with a rope, which locked around the creature’s neck before she tugged, drawing it into her house. At one point we locked eyes. And what do I mean by we?
Answer: the 2 of them and me.
It was honestly a miracle that I did not get into a road traffic accident.
I spent 3 days living in the hotel after that, my job long-forgotten in the aftermath.
By day 4 I broke down and called my older sister, asking to stay at her place for a while. Her house and area seemed fine the times I’d stopped over. I guess I clearly did not seem right though, as she many-a-time asked me what was wrong. My answer? Stress. She persisted, years of living together as kids helping her figure out my lies, though she ultimately gave up after a week. She knew it was something I didn’t want to share, and that I was safe now. That was enough for her.
For me? I guess at the time I so badly wanted to tell someone. Though it couldn’t be my sister. I didn’t want to cause any trouble. Nor see if she’d even believe me, or instead rank me at the same IQ level as her two 5-year-olds.
For a few weeks, I stayed with my sister and her family, reassuring both her and myself that I was fine. Thankfully, we worked together to find a small apartment. Next to a kids school too - bonus points. I now craved safety above all else. After moving out though, I realised I needed my belongings back.
So, who picked up my stuff from that cursed residence, you ask? The moving people. I called the police from a random phone booth first to head over to that area, emphasising on seeing some suspicious looking men, whilst I got them to collect everything. I did not dare to call the police on that family though. I would prefer if the link between me and them got cut, drawn and quartered.
So now I’m here, in an apartment which thankfully hasn’t shown any sign of insanity. Inspecting my belongings, I noticed that there was one thing missing.
My gold frame, used to encase my make-shift certificate - made by yours truly after her 21-day record from the previous apartment - was gone.
I felt somewhat miffed, but then I realised something.
Something which can maybe bring the light out in this whole situation.
I counted carefully. I broke my record.
With a grand stay of 2 days. Now that - that I don’t think I’d ever be able to beat.
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I mean, you try having a family of 11 live above you, when half of them are under the age of 8. Also try having a pair of raging alcoholic neighbours on either side of you. A pair who were once married to each other. My eyes rivalled that of pigeons’ due to no sleep.
I lasted a total of 21 days. I know, new record huh? I just about shoved the keys back in the grubby hands of my landlord when I finally saw the lunacy inscribed on his face. No wonder the rent was dirt cheap.
So I was back on the road, not on the streets though. Luckily enough I started questioning the flat by day 8, looked around for another place by day 15, and made a decision to get the hell out on day 18. 3 days of packing and it was bye-bye.
My new place seemed all the better too: yes, the rent was more expensive, and yes, it only has 2 bedrooms. But at least it was a house, one where pesky neighbours were at least 5 metres away. On my right, at least. On my left? Their house - thankfully - couldn’t even be seen where I stood.
Parking my car, I skipped up towards my new house with my fresh set of keys. And on entering? Silence. Perfect still silence. Thank the Lord. I basked in it for a while before returning to my car, unloading some of my baggage. It took 3-4 hauls, but I managed to fit it into one of the bedrooms. Thankfully, the rest of my things were to be brought by moving vans in about an hour.
I envisioned what the house could look like with a few finishing touches.
“But first…”
I eyed the 2 rooms. “Mine!”
The room I had chosen to be mine gave a bright view of my own smaller garden, as well as a portion of my right neighbour’s house, but that didn’t matter much. The view in the other room would suck: just my car and some reeds.
I was just about done heaving some of my baggage into my newly-chosen room when the doorbell gave an obnoxious ring. I stood, fighting the urge to just run away into one of my rooms when it beeped again.
Reaching the door, I eyed out of the peephole to see nothing but an opaque whiteness. I guess the downside in this house is that the last tenant was a slob. I eyed some of the yellowing walls. Sighing, I opened the door.
“Hello! We’re your neighbours, Jack and Sally, and we live just there,” She motioned towards my right, “We came to introduce ourselves, and to let you know that if you ever need anything, we’re right here.”
She then shoved a basket full of biscuits at my chest, a motherly-smile stretched around her lips. She turned to leave, husband - clearly forced to follow her - in tow, when she turned around.
“Your name, dear?”
“Leen!” I shouted after her.
“Perfect.”
And perfect it was, I thought. Neighbours that respect their distance from you, and give you food? I eyed the delicious snacks in front of me. Definitely an upgrade.
Though it was at dawn the very next day that I woke up, shook.
~
See, I was just sleeping in my newly delivered bed when I heard it. Something that sounded like a bird, a huge caw, before it alternated into different pitches. Disoriented, I tried to wipe the sleep from my eyes in order to focus better. But it just made me more confused.
It sounded like a chicken.
As far as I know, this new place was not the countryside, nor farmland. So what? And why?
I stepped up to my window to take a good look outside. I wouldn’t keep a rooster in my home that’s for sure. Whatever it was, it was coming from…
My jaw dropped.
I closed my eyes and scrubbed at them harshly.
Please tell me why I opened my eyes and saw the exact same thing.
A man, on his haunches, face pointed towards the sky, was making rooster noises.
And he was on my neighbours’ garden. The ones I met earlier.
He looked absolutely demented. I wasn’t even scared then, just flabbergasted. I wasted no time calling the police at this disturbing nuisance.
When they arrived though, I saw my neighbours’ shoot straight from their house, speaking or…was it pleading? With the officers. What on Earth..?
Anyway, it was their problem now, so I went back to bed. I had a whole bunch of chores the next day, and had to get it all sorted before I returned to work.
Shutting my eyes, I wished for peace. And quiet, thank you very much.
~
At last, I woke up at 10 AM. By 1 PM, I had sorted my clothing into its respective drawers, and had decorated my bedroom walls, including a new golden addition. And now? I had food cooking on the stove. It felt satisfying, having cleaned up and now awaiting the prize of food.
I scrolled on my phone as I waited for the pasta to cook, before another ding turned my attention towards the door.
“Huh, what now?”
Unfortunately I hadn’t cleaned the peephole yet, so I had to open the door. There stood Jack and Sally. Or Sally and Jack. Jack looked lost. Sally stared deep into my eyes.
“Was it you?”
“Me? What do you mean?”
“That called the police last night?”
I recalled the past night, and gave her a thumbs up, hoping my smile was reassuring. “Yep, don’t worry, that lunatic will not be coming back ever again. He can go to the zoo if he wants to squawk.”
I should’ve taken the cue from Jack’s paling face, but Sally grabbed hold of me. “Listen here, okay? That man, the one you called the police on...” She trembled, “He’s my son! You can’t do that! He was not even on your property!”
My eyes widened. “He’s…your son?”
“Of course! How can you not see that?”
Nodding at her, I relinquished myself from the hold she had on my arms. “Okay then, sorry for the call. But I do have to mention something,” Jack started to shake his head behind his wife, but I ignored the little-to-say man, “Is there any way you can keep the noise down to a minimum? Honestly, your son has vocal cords of steel! It would wake the entire neighbourhood at this rate.”
Sally stared pointedly at me, then took a look around my house. “Very well.”
She grabbed her husband’s arm as she turned to leave, and I caught the slightest look of fear in his eyes before he was abruptly pulled away.
I dismissed it - and the sinking feeling - on discovering my very soft, overcooked pasta when I came back into my home though.
I managed to also do one thing before wrapping up: I cleaned out my door's peephole. Now I wouldn't have to open the door to know it's them. I'd just speak at them from the inside if they were to come back.
~
I woke, jolting out of my bed the very next morning, or night. I checked my bedside clock to see it was 3:50 AM. The cock-a-doodle-doo was breaking into my head. I grasped my hair in frustration, knowing that I didn’t have the madman’s parents phone numbers’ to call, or maybe scream at them. It was the exact same thing as the day before! Except…maybe…
I strained my ear.
It sounded a lot closer.
My hands, for some reason, became clammy instantly, and the urgent thumping of my own heart - the fragility of my own life - became all the more prominent.
I tiptoed to my window and peeked outside. Nothing.
I then slowly treaded to my spare bedroom, and pulled the curtains apart. Zilch. Nada. Though…
Almost as if under a spell, my head turned towards my main door. I…I could somehow feel it. Just to confirm though, I peeked out of the door-hole.
And with a slam, I collapsed in my new, dream home.
~
When I came to, I was lying on white sheets, and a bright white light hung over me.
A hospital.
I was in my own room, which I found odd. It was not like I needed it. But then a doctor walked in, followed by 3 other people, and it all made sense. Everything - blurs and sureness - melted into a perfect picture.
Sally, Jack, and their son.
He couldn’t be more than 17 really. Though he looked 37 a few hours ago. Face pressed against the glass of my peephole, mouth wide open towards it, eyes pointing in different directions as his face reddened and contorted.
I was deaf in one moment. Then came the COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO.
Of course I fainted. Who could blame me?
“Good afternoon, I’m Dr Lam. You’re in A&E right now. Are you able to tell me your full name and date of birth?
My voice answered the Doctor’s questions, but my eyes stared dazed at the youngster’s abdomen, not daring to reach
“Well, nothing seems to be wrong with you. You may have just been dehydrated. Did you have any headache or pain before you fainted?”
I replied in the negative.
“Luckily, your friends’ son had found you passed out, and ensured your speedy arrival to hospital, so I wouldn’t be worried about any damage.”
My eyes finally strayed, looking towards the ground. I held the nauseousness of bile down my throat. Following a brief check-up, I was allowed to leave.
And 2 people and a demon followed me out.
“Well, Leen, that should give you a lesson,”
Sally.
I turned towards the family, who stood in a 3 person arc. Only 1 managed to look away, equal parts shame and guilt. I don’t need to mention who that was.
“Don’t worry. You can look at me, I don’t bite: not now and not at dawn,” a strained voice whispered at me. “I promise, it’s only at dawn when I…when I…”
“Hush Dean, don’t work your voice that much. You’ll need to save it for later.”
I was still dizzy. That didn’t stop me from running half-hobbled to the taxi stand, where I begged and claimed to many that I would provide double payment if they were to take me to my house.
It took a while, but I managed to pack some of my clothes. There was no way in hell I was sleeping at that damned house again, not now, not ever. I called and booked at a nearby hotel in the meantime.
I was done packing necessities by the evening. Walking out of my house, I saw no sign of those three. I would have been relieved, had I not come face to face with than one thing: standing in my garden, leaning against my car. My breathing picked up instantly.
Dean
It stood with its back resting against my car. And It noticed me immediately. Seems like it was just waiting for me to notice it.
“Are you leaving?” It sounded almost sad, but I needed it to move away, or my only way out of there would be in jeopardy.
“For the night.” My answer? Almost smooth, but even I could hear the first shake in my voice.
It nodded though. “Okay.” And he moved from my car. I counted the distance. 1 metre. 2. 2.5-
It made a sudden dash at me as I - in flight response - ran frantically to the driver’s seat, locking the door. I came in half-squashed, my backpack still on my back. But I didn’t care.
Its face was pressed against the window.
“Mum is waiting for a person that will like me for me, not run away. You’re supposed to like me.” It said, matter-of-factly. It then wailed, and sunk beneath the car window.
I did not dare to sit up and see what it was doing.
I didn’t even need to though. The sound came a split-second later.
COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO
Tears spilled from my eyes. My limbs felt weak. I couldn’t even breathe. It suddenly sprang up to the window. Eyes enlarged: looking at me and everywhere at once.
“I can actually tur-COCK- in the day too, but M-DOODLE- said it would be too much for you,” wheezing, it exclaimed again before adding, “but this is ME. Do you-do you, do you like me?”
With dead limbs I weighed my foot on the pedal, and jump-started the car to speed off. My head shook left-and-right in response, stomach heaving with nausea.
Human preservation kicked me into taking proper control of the car when I saw, out of the rear view mirror, Sally. This time with a rope, which locked around the creature’s neck before she tugged, drawing it into her house. At one point we locked eyes. And what do I mean by we?
Answer: the 2 of them and me.
It was honestly a miracle that I did not get into a road traffic accident.
By day 4 I broke down and called my older sister, asking to stay at her place for a while. Her house and area seemed fine the times I’d stopped over. I guess I clearly did not seem right though, as she many-a-time asked me what was wrong. My answer? Stress. She persisted, years of living together as kids helping her figure out my lies, though she ultimately gave up after a week. She knew it was something I didn’t want to share, and that I was safe now. That was enough for her.
For me? I guess at the time I so badly wanted to tell someone. Though it couldn’t be my sister. I didn’t want to cause any trouble. Nor see if she’d even believe me, or instead rank me at the same IQ level as her two 5-year-olds.
For a few weeks, I stayed with my sister and her family, reassuring both her and myself that I was fine. Thankfully, we worked together to find a small apartment. Next to a kids school too - bonus points. I now craved safety above all else. After moving out though, I realised I needed my belongings back.
So, who picked up my stuff from that cursed residence, you ask? The moving people. I called the police from a random phone booth first to head over to that area, emphasising on seeing some suspicious looking men, whilst I got them to collect everything. I did not dare to call the police on that family though. I would prefer if the link between me and them got cut, drawn and quartered.
So now I’m here, in an apartment which thankfully hasn’t shown any sign of insanity. Inspecting my belongings, I noticed that there was one thing missing.
My gold frame, used to encase my make-shift certificate - made by yours truly after her 21-day record from the previous apartment - was gone.
I felt somewhat miffed, but then I realised something.
Something which can maybe bring the light out in this whole situation.
I counted carefully. I broke my record.
With a grand stay of 2 days. Now that - that I don’t think I’d ever be able to beat.
2024.05.19 11:17 BackgroundChampion55 BASIC RULES OF GROWING 101
It's really simple if you follow basic rules, or at least it significantly reduces any problems related to nutritional availability or temperature, and humidity. 18 to 26c . 40-70% ph 6.0 to 6.3 Feed a fully complete 13 minimum required mineral solution N P K Ca Mg S Fe Mn Zn Mo Cu B Cl . 600ppm feed and up to 900 ppm runoff in carbon media 850ppm feed and up to 1300ppm runoff in inert media like water , rockwool, or gravel . 10k to 15k / lux seedling 15k to 35k veg 25k to 45k bloom When feeding, apply a 20% runoff to try to keep Salts from building up in the media. When your media dries out about one-third, apply another watering feeding two twenty percent runoff. When the bulk of the plant is as wide as your pot. This is when you can apply once a day. Feeding and that will allow the plant to continue to grow widthways, whereas normally, it would stop when it hits the edge of the pot. That is called the drip line. Keep track as this will be a pattern from now on. so: -water to 20% runoff - when pot dries out 1/3 from saturated to 2/3 wet watefeed to 20% runoff monitoring ph/ec to above levels. - when plants bulk width is as big as pot ie: 8" pot and 8" bulk of plant Not just the tips of the biggest leaves You can Start at least one watering daily. End follow the same rules about increasing frequency of watering. bigger pots = less watering smaller pots = more watering Both will equal roughly the same product. but the more water there is In the media, the more buffer you have in case of watering issues such as pump failure or you not being there. Smaller media with more watering is just more economical and less wasteful. The plant will take up the exact same water and nutrients per pound, no matter how you feed it. I usually choose a happy medium of around free 3>5 gal again following the common sense rules.
That's pretty much it these are the environmental conditions you need to try to get as close to as you can within reason. If it's eg 27c, do NOT buy an AC to get it to 25 or 26c . ( the within reason part ) All the other stuff like mold and pest control and stuff mostly happens when you lose control of your environmental conditions but these are the basic environmental and feed conditions that will allow you to focus on all the rest of the things above and beyond basic environmental and feed conditions.
THESE ARE EXCELLENT STARTING POINTS I RECORDED OVER 20 YEARS FULL TIME PRODUCTION. YOU MAY FIND YOUR PLANT LIKES A BIT MORE , A BIT LESS BUT WILL BE IN A REASONABLE RANGE .
This covers 99% of plant growth. Follow these basic rules within reason, and you will get 99% of your potential. Always make sure you have got a basic yield number. a yield with just proper technique and basic 13 mineral solution. Then, if you do add a new product, you will know whether it does anything or not. You will NEVER be unhappy with cannabis grown using just these basic parameters. DO NORMAL THINGS , EXPECT EXTRAORDINARY RESULTS 🙂 John ( always read, reason & then read some more) cannabis GROWERS SCIENCE group fb growersscience
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That's pretty much it these are the environmental conditions you need to try to get as close to as you can within reason. If it's eg 27c, do NOT buy an AC to get it to 25 or 26c . ( the within reason part ) All the other stuff like mold and pest control and stuff mostly happens when you lose control of your environmental conditions but these are the basic environmental and feed conditions that will allow you to focus on all the rest of the things above and beyond basic environmental and feed conditions.
THESE ARE EXCELLENT STARTING POINTS I RECORDED OVER 20 YEARS FULL TIME PRODUCTION. YOU MAY FIND YOUR PLANT LIKES A BIT MORE , A BIT LESS BUT WILL BE IN A REASONABLE RANGE .
This covers 99% of plant growth. Follow these basic rules within reason, and you will get 99% of your potential. Always make sure you have got a basic yield number. a yield with just proper technique and basic 13 mineral solution. Then, if you do add a new product, you will know whether it does anything or not. You will NEVER be unhappy with cannabis grown using just these basic parameters. DO NORMAL THINGS , EXPECT EXTRAORDINARY RESULTS 🙂 John ( always read, reason & then read some more) cannabis GROWERS SCIENCE group fb growersscience
2024.05.19 11:17 GuiltlessMaple Best Cardioid Microphones
 | submitted by GuiltlessMaple to u/GuiltlessMaple [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/8nkfks0ooc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=98151f985b2bdc3afd312e488992c3c98dcea249 Welcome to our comprehensive guide to cardioid microphones! Perfect for capturing clear and accurate audio, these microphones have become a go-to choice for many professionals and hobbyists alike. In this article, we'll be exploring the unique features and applications of cardioid microphones, as well as presenting our top product picks to help you make an informed choice. Stay tuned for all the details you need to know about these essential tools! So, whether you're a musician, podcaster, or just an audiophile looking to enhance your listening experience, our roundup of the best cardioid microphones on the market has you covered. Dive in to learn more about these reliable, versatile microphones, and discover the perfect option to suit your needs. The Top 7 Best Cardioid Microphones
Reviews🔗Insignia Wired Cardioid Omnidirectional USB Microphone with LED Indicatorhttps://preview.redd.it/e6w89f9poc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e52536d49670b6150bf957755f81409512d64754 The Insignia NS-LCBM22 Wired Cardioid & Omnidirectional USB Microphone is perfect for recording that vlog or podcast you've always wanted to start. With the user-friendly LED lights indicating power and muting, setting up is a breeze. The adjustable desk stand and knob make finding your perfect recording angle hassle-free. Featuring a cardioid and omnidirectional mode, this microphone captures your sound accurately and minimizes background noise. The included headphone jack lets you monitor your recordings in real-time for top-notch results. Although there have been some issues reported by users about the microphone suddenly stopping to work, overall, it's a highly recommended product within a reasonable price range. For those looking for a reliable and budget-friendly device, the Insignia NS-LCBM22 Wired Cardioid & Omnidirectional USB Microphone is an excellent choice! 🔗Nady CM 90: High-Sensitivity Cardioid Condenser Mic with Shockmounthttps://preview.redd.it/lekd5i4qoc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c07cf81b9c01b2650f9f991192465c017c9a5016 The Nady CM 90 Cardioid Condenser Mic has been a game-changer in my recording studio. I've been using it for capturing the nuances of my acoustic guitar, snare drum, and piano, and it never fails to impress me with its high sensitivity and extended smooth response. The microphone's sturdy turned-brass housing and internal shockmount ensure that it can withstand even the toughest recording sessions. I also appreciate the fact that it comes with a microphone clip, foam windscreen, and a zipper pouch, making it easy to transport safely. One of the standout features of this microphone is its transformerless design, which minimizes self-noise. This has allowed me to capture even the subtlest details of my performances without any unwanted background noise. Additionally, the microphone requires 48V phantom power, so it's compatible with most professional mixing boards. However, there have been a few downsides to using this microphone. For instance, I found that it can sometimes be overly sensitive to certain sound sources, making it difficult to achieve the perfect balance in my recordings. Additionally, the microphone's construction, while sturdy, may not be able to withstand the rigors of constant touring or frequent use in a live environment. Overall, I would highly recommend the Nady CM 90 Cardioid Condenser Mic to anyone looking to capture high-quality audio recordings. Its versatile design, rugged construction, and impressive performance make it a great addition to any recording studio or live sound setup. While it may have a few shortcomings, the benefits far outweigh any drawbacks, making it a top choice for any serious musician or audio enthusiast. 🔗FDUCE SL40X XLR Dynamic Microphone for Vocal Recordinghttps://preview.redd.it/0n1er5bqoc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f1d15f830e3d115673e9eb6d887d49ff6dd929c2 The FDUCE Sl40x XLR Dynamic Microphone has been a game-changer in my daily life. As a podcast enthusiast, I was on the hunt for a quality microphone that wouldn't break the bank. This microphone has exceeded my expectations by far! The voice isolation technology is the standout feature for me - it makes my voice sound so clear and pure, perfect for my podcasting needs. Setting it up was a breeze thanks to the plug and play compatibility, working seamlessly with my audio interface and mixer. The build quality is premium, giving me confidence that this microphone will last me for a long time. However, I would've liked if it included some free lessons or software, but that's a minor inconvenience. All in all, this microphone has enhanced my voice and has given my podcasting career a much-needed boost. I highly recommend it to anyone looking for a reliable XLR dynamic microphone. 🔗Unidirectional Condenser Microphone Bundles for Studio Recording and Podcastinghttps://preview.redd.it/65j6e8pqoc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4f0d24417d875b670a641689654d855d4a3d8f6c I recently purchased the Zingyou Condenser Microphone Bundle for my home studio setup, and I must say it has truly exceeded my expectations. I was initially drawn to its user-friendly design, which includes an informative assembly video and easy-to-follow instructions. In terms of performance, this microphone delivers excellent sound quality, capturing even the most subtle nuances of my vocals. The build quality is impressive as well, with a sturdy body that feels like it can withstand daily use without issue. One of the standout features of this microphone is its ease of use. Within minutes of unboxing, I had the entire bundle assembled and ready to go. Furthermore, the size and flexibility of the stand make it easy to position the microphone wherever needed, making it perfect for various recording scenarios. Overall, I believe the Zingyou Condenser Microphone Bundle offers exceptional value for its price, providing professional-grade sound quality and durability without breaking the bank. However, there are a few minor drawbacks worth mentioning. Firstly, some users have reported issues with the sound card not working properly, though I personally have not experienced this issue. Additionally, the microphone requires phantom power to function, which may not be ideal for those who prefer USB-powered options. In conclusion, the Zingyou Condenser Microphone Bundle is a fantastic choice for amateur and professional recording enthusiasts alike. With its affordable price point, top-notch sound quality, and user-friendly design, this product offers incredible value for its cost. So why not give it a shot and see how it can elevate your recording projects? 🔗AKG C414 XLII/ST Stereo Matched Pair Microphoneshttps://preview.redd.it/sc9u184roc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4e344495379a587088ceb09d35c96c15a1e63908 I've been using the AKG C414 XLII/ST Stereo Matched Pair for a while now, and I must say, it's a game-changer in my home studio. This pair of condenser microphones has a knack for capturing high-fidelity audio, making my recordings sound much more dynamic. One of the standout features of these microphones is their ability to switch between nine polar patterns. This flexibility allows me to tailor the sound capture for different applications, ranging from vocals to acoustic instruments like guitars or even percussion. The peak hold LED display is also incredibly useful, helping me avoid nasty overload peaks during live performances. The C414 XLII version stands out from its sibling, the C414 XLS, mainly because of its unique capsule design. This design gives the mic a slightly brighter sound compared to the XLS, while also offering impressive spatial reproduction that's reminiscent of the legendary AKG C12 microphone from 1953. On the downside, I've noticed that the C414 XLII can be quite sensitive to noise from surrounding sources, such as air conditioning systems. However, the built-in filter helps mitigate this issue, ensuring that my recordings remain clean and free of unwanted interference. Overall, I've been extremely impressed with the AKG C414 XLII/ST Stereo Matched Pair. It's a versatile, high-quality microphone that has made a significant difference in the quality of my recordings. While it may be a bit pricey, I believe it's a worthwhile investment for anyone serious about capturing professional-sounding audio. 🔗PreSonus PM-2 Matched Pair Cardioid Condenser Microphoneshttps://preview.redd.it/qpxp7gfroc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c6278ddb6105dfc0b988ac6239c627666c67775f As a reviewer who's been using the PreSonus PM-2 microphones in my little home studio, I can't help but rave about them. These cardioid condenser mics are a gem, offering a surprising level of clarity and versatility for a budget-friendly price. One of the things that stood out to me was their ability to capture even the most subtle nuances of the acoustic guitar. The cardioid pattern helps deliver an amplified input audio, making it perfect for recording a range of instruments and ensembles. The golden touch doesn't stop there. The gold-sputtered capsule ensures enhanced conductivity, enabling efficient signal transmission. And did I mention how light they are? The ultra-light chassis makes them incredibly easy to handle and convenient to use. However, as with any product, there are some cons. Some users have reported issues of durability, with one microphone stopping working after just six hours of use. While this is a concern, it's important to note that these are budget-friendly mics and may not withstand the same level of abuse as higher-priced models. Overall, I'd say the PreSonus PM-2 microphones are a fantastic choice for anyone looking to create detailed recordings in a studio setting. They offer great sound quality, especially when used in stereo mode. The build quality might not be top-notch, but the value they provide more than makes up for it. So, if you're on the hunt for affordable, high-quality mics, give these a try. 🔗Top-Ranking Karaoke Dynamic Mic with Shielded Cablehttps://preview.redd.it/yggyjzsroc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5b765ec15f5f3acc76725d974a3f559d2c708f40 I recently purchased the 5 Core Karaoke Singing Wired Mic, and I must say, I am thoroughly impressed! As a frequent performer at weddings and conferences, I needed a reliable microphone that captured my voice perfectly without any background noise interference. The unidirectional Cardioid Pickup Pattern on this microphone did just that, enhancing my performances and keeping the focus on my voice. One of the highlights of this microphone is its sturdy build. The steel mesh windscreen and anti-dent ring make it incredibly durable, while its professional XLR connector ensures seamless compatibility with all PA systems. I also appreciated the brilliant and transparent sound quality it delivers, thanks to its ultra-wide frequency response and built-in Pop filter & windscreen. On the flip side, the 5 Core Karaoke Singing Wired Mic might not be the best option for those who prefer a wireless microphone. Additionally, the lack of an on/off switch may be inconvenient for some users. Overall, I am extremely satisfied with the 5 Core Karaoke Singing Wired Mic. Its combination of performance, durability, and versatility make it an excellent choice for any singer or performer looking to enhance their live performances. If you're in the market for a reliable microphone that won't let you down, I highly recommend giving this one a try! https://preview.redd.it/4300n0esoc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2a3b4c5a8c34e693cde2efcc520e29b14602f005 Buyer's Guidehttps://preview.redd.it/kzn2o1lsoc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d73abb828c4fe25c4284c48ac4824f9f22b23f02 Important Features of Cardioid MicrophonesCardioid microphones are an essential tool for any recording setup, both in professional and home-studio environments. These microphones offer a directional pickup pattern, primarily capturing sound waves originating directly in front of the microphone while minimizing off-axis sound. This feature makes cardioid microphones particularly useful for reducing unwanted noise and echoes. Here are some important features to consider when looking for a cardioid microphone:
https://preview.redd.it/g3uj7i6toc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=99b03e03cc88b1b58fdcd4cf46a5f13316c60784 Considerations for Choosing a Cardioid MicrophoneWhen selecting a cardioid microphone, there are several factors you should consider to ensure that you get a microphone that meets your needs. These include:
https://preview.redd.it/sj9wdlitoc1d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4a75e0b020f01dad21b5a5f66caa72a74836a0de General Advice for Using Cardioid MicrophonesTo make the most of your cardioid microphone, consider the following advice:
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2024.05.19 11:16 Agitated_Tax_6716 My partner chastised me like a child then later accuses me of being the one abusing him.
Im stuck. I dont know if i need to vent, need advice or words of encouragement but I am ashamed to say that today I stood in front of my partner with my head down and crying while he berated me like a child after I told him about something the dog damaged.
I was nearly going to throw up and have a panic attack at the thought of telling him because I knew exactly how it would happen and low and behold it was exactly that.
There is no safe space and I hate how he makes me feel about myself. I remember standing there as 6yo me when my parents were doing the same thing. I'm a 38F so very much not a child.
How can someone work on childhood trauma and begin to heal if the environment they are trying to heal from is that exact space?
I've begged, pleaded, and tried a million ways for this man to understand but nothing is going to change.
I left the house and returned to him drunk and telling me that I am controlling him by crying. He then assumes that he knows exactly why I am upset and keeps pushing me until I raised my voice saying that is not what I am thinking as a reaction to him.
Suddenly I am now the abuser and he began to yell and when I said that you are upset at me for raising my voice but you are doing the same thing. His words... I don't care, I can do what I want and I don't give a shit about feminity bullshit. Whatever that means.
My head is swimming and I actually don't know what I need right now or how to feel. When he drinks he gets all belligerent and keeps pushing to fight and get a reaction out of me. I walked away from the conversation and said I cannot talk to him when I am feeling the way I am and we can talk later. In his mind, I'm controlling and no doubt he will be back for round 2 later.
My psychologist is on holidays and I don't have anyone close to reach out to so I'm trying to figure out what steps I need to take next for me emotionally and for my children (2 mine 1 ours). Thanks for making it this far.
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I was nearly going to throw up and have a panic attack at the thought of telling him because I knew exactly how it would happen and low and behold it was exactly that.
There is no safe space and I hate how he makes me feel about myself. I remember standing there as 6yo me when my parents were doing the same thing. I'm a 38F so very much not a child.
How can someone work on childhood trauma and begin to heal if the environment they are trying to heal from is that exact space?
I've begged, pleaded, and tried a million ways for this man to understand but nothing is going to change.
I left the house and returned to him drunk and telling me that I am controlling him by crying. He then assumes that he knows exactly why I am upset and keeps pushing me until I raised my voice saying that is not what I am thinking as a reaction to him.
Suddenly I am now the abuser and he began to yell and when I said that you are upset at me for raising my voice but you are doing the same thing. His words... I don't care, I can do what I want and I don't give a shit about feminity bullshit. Whatever that means.
My head is swimming and I actually don't know what I need right now or how to feel. When he drinks he gets all belligerent and keeps pushing to fight and get a reaction out of me. I walked away from the conversation and said I cannot talk to him when I am feeling the way I am and we can talk later. In his mind, I'm controlling and no doubt he will be back for round 2 later.
My psychologist is on holidays and I don't have anyone close to reach out to so I'm trying to figure out what steps I need to take next for me emotionally and for my children (2 mine 1 ours). Thanks for making it this far.
2024.05.19 11:16 seruZ12 Free deep dive on camera control & info gathering by a Challenger coach
Hello kaisa mains, controling the camera and taking in information is essential on kai'sa so you can simply know more about current game state and make better decisions and so this might be great news for yall.
We are organizing a free seminar in our new discord to nail down the quality and we want **YOU** to join.
you can join for absolutely **free** and enjoy a full hour of high quality teaching by our challenger coach **sagittarius**. you can also **ask questions live** which is a big plus. if you can't make it there will be a recording posted in the discord.
if that sounds like a good deal (it is) join our discord **TODAY** at **May 19th 10 pm CEST** and mark interested on the event
https://discord.com/invite/dy9jVsYEkE
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We are organizing a free seminar in our new discord to nail down the quality and we want **YOU** to join.
you can join for absolutely **free** and enjoy a full hour of high quality teaching by our challenger coach **sagittarius**. you can also **ask questions live** which is a big plus. if you can't make it there will be a recording posted in the discord.
if that sounds like a good deal (it is) join our discord **TODAY** at **May 19th 10 pm CEST** and mark interested on the event
https://discord.com/invite/dy9jVsYEkE
2024.05.19 11:16 IrNinjaBob A (too lengthy) account from a (pretty lame) Ashen Vault Hunter.
I love the Devil’s Roar. I had an… experience the other day. I’d like to waste some of your time by relating it to you in a fashion far more time consuming than it should be.
I have three other friends I often play with. None of them were on. I like vaults. I like ashen vaults most as an early-game min-maxer. Usually ashen captain vaults are quiet and treat me great when solo.
So I did a Gold Hoarder’s Medley the other day. Of course it ended at Fetcher’s Rest. The island I frequent the most as an Ashen Vault Hunter. I approach it as it’s erupting which is great. I get the best cooldown possible. After securing all the treasure, I even stay in as the vault closes so I can grab more gold piles. I can get all treasure out usually before the door closes, but you can’t get most of the gold before then while solo. I also have a harpoon boat, which will speed up the aftermath.
All is fine. But wait. It’s rumbling while I’m in there. No worries. It’s only been like eight minutes since the last eruption.
As I get back to my boat after drowning, my boat is on fire from the obvious ball of magma that has inevitably hit it. Great. Fuck this luck. Fuck this timing. I should sail off and wait for it to stop, right? I even try to cannon back to the island after getting out of range of the falling balls of fire, but I only make it half way to the island so Mermaid back to my ship. Ten minutes later the blasts stop and it is faster to just sail back. Let’s get back to the island. Now obviously based on the length of this story, the outer vault door is closed. That’s okay. I’m four Chests of Ancient Tributes away from the commendation. The same amount for the keys placed commendation (which has better sails tbh). It may be 1 am and I need to work tomorrow, but I can throw another ancient captain’s vault voyage up and double stack the loot currently sitting between the two vault doors.
Believe it or not, my next Ashen Captain’s vault voyage’s fist compass gave me an X on Flintlock Peninsula. 15 minutes later I’m in my solo sloop and I was approaching Fetcher’s NW cove again. And you wouldn’t believe how lucky I was. It was erupting, so I could approach right after it finished.
Fast forward to me finishing the puzzle for the Chest of Ancient Tributes and placing it outside in the hallway. I still have quite a few more pieces of treasure to move out, and the third obvious part of this story came to fruition. There was an earthquake, and that earthquake lead to a second eruption within eight minutes of the last. And it being 2am meant I couldn’t justify three stacking what would have been a huge solo payout. And something that would have gotten me that much closer to level 100 Gold Hoarders and some cool sails that would indicate exactly what sort of weird PvE player I am, and I found myself sailing away from the island just to find that for the second time, what was now a double stack including two Chests of Ancient Tributes was stuck between two closed vault doors.
I probably should have just let my ship burn down and lost my Emissary flags for the double stacked ashen vault I could have moved to my rowboat, then sailed back to Fetchers to collect. But for some (noobish) reason, I though I could sail to safety, keep my level 5 emissary flag, and get a huge-ass payout.
That was a long way to tell a pretty pointless story, but I hope some other Ashen Vault voyagers were able to appreciate it, and provide some PvP players the opportunity to roll their eyes and wish they could have ruined my two hours worth of effort on the high seas.
Everybody has experienced that early game struggle, so I guess there is something for all to enjoy.
-A PS5 player.
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I have three other friends I often play with. None of them were on. I like vaults. I like ashen vaults most as an early-game min-maxer. Usually ashen captain vaults are quiet and treat me great when solo.
So I did a Gold Hoarder’s Medley the other day. Of course it ended at Fetcher’s Rest. The island I frequent the most as an Ashen Vault Hunter. I approach it as it’s erupting which is great. I get the best cooldown possible. After securing all the treasure, I even stay in as the vault closes so I can grab more gold piles. I can get all treasure out usually before the door closes, but you can’t get most of the gold before then while solo. I also have a harpoon boat, which will speed up the aftermath.
All is fine. But wait. It’s rumbling while I’m in there. No worries. It’s only been like eight minutes since the last eruption.
As I get back to my boat after drowning, my boat is on fire from the obvious ball of magma that has inevitably hit it. Great. Fuck this luck. Fuck this timing. I should sail off and wait for it to stop, right? I even try to cannon back to the island after getting out of range of the falling balls of fire, but I only make it half way to the island so Mermaid back to my ship. Ten minutes later the blasts stop and it is faster to just sail back. Let’s get back to the island. Now obviously based on the length of this story, the outer vault door is closed. That’s okay. I’m four Chests of Ancient Tributes away from the commendation. The same amount for the keys placed commendation (which has better sails tbh). It may be 1 am and I need to work tomorrow, but I can throw another ancient captain’s vault voyage up and double stack the loot currently sitting between the two vault doors.
Believe it or not, my next Ashen Captain’s vault voyage’s fist compass gave me an X on Flintlock Peninsula. 15 minutes later I’m in my solo sloop and I was approaching Fetcher’s NW cove again. And you wouldn’t believe how lucky I was. It was erupting, so I could approach right after it finished.
Fast forward to me finishing the puzzle for the Chest of Ancient Tributes and placing it outside in the hallway. I still have quite a few more pieces of treasure to move out, and the third obvious part of this story came to fruition. There was an earthquake, and that earthquake lead to a second eruption within eight minutes of the last. And it being 2am meant I couldn’t justify three stacking what would have been a huge solo payout. And something that would have gotten me that much closer to level 100 Gold Hoarders and some cool sails that would indicate exactly what sort of weird PvE player I am, and I found myself sailing away from the island just to find that for the second time, what was now a double stack including two Chests of Ancient Tributes was stuck between two closed vault doors.
I probably should have just let my ship burn down and lost my Emissary flags for the double stacked ashen vault I could have moved to my rowboat, then sailed back to Fetchers to collect. But for some (noobish) reason, I though I could sail to safety, keep my level 5 emissary flag, and get a huge-ass payout.
That was a long way to tell a pretty pointless story, but I hope some other Ashen Vault voyagers were able to appreciate it, and provide some PvP players the opportunity to roll their eyes and wish they could have ruined my two hours worth of effort on the high seas.
Everybody has experienced that early game struggle, so I guess there is something for all to enjoy.
-A PS5 player.
2024.05.19 11:16 Glum_Finger5006 Can't digest little trolling when the whole post was complete hatred against RCB
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2024.05.19 11:16 unheardofsindal My toddler is starting to throw tantrums in public how can I fix it
Me and my 3 year old are homebodies, we go out every once in a while to get groceries or do some shopping just for us two, my husband usually stays home or is at work. Lately though my toddler throws tantrums when it’s time to go, or tries to run off, doesn’t wanna get in the car seat. It’s getting to a point where I have to have a little talk in the vehicle before we get out to places where I ask her to please listen and when I say it’s time to go we go, she does the little yes mom then ends up getting mad. For example I was in the eye clinic and it was pretty full with people she was doing good until I said it’s time to go now then she saw toys and wanted to explore I got to her level and asked her politely let’s go, I’m starting to do the 1,2,3… again wouldn’t listen so I picked her up and then it happens… she hits me in front of everyone not once but twice, she has never done that before. We got to the vehicle she was crying and I was very much upset, I told her that wasn’t nice and we do not hit and I told her to take her breaths and that I will listen to her once she has calmed down, she said sorry and I said sorry. And it’s been like that for awhile where she freaks out when it’s time to go and I always have to carry her to the vehicle and makes it seem like I’m taking her lol once we’re settled in the vehicle she says sorry and cries it out. I just don’t know what to do or how to fix it. I just want to leave places peacefully without her getting mad… please help
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2024.05.19 11:16 kannu_the_observer Sadhguru on his interference in Sadhdka's Life
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2024.05.19 11:15 AgreeableMonkey Small triggers turning into a full blown relapse
I’m not really expecting replies, it’s 4am and I need to vent and see if I can go to sleep, but if you can relate hey there!
I’ve been trying to get my shit in order and having a “better quality of life”, reconnecting with friends, taking trips, self care, etc.
With all of that came the weight gain, it was very frustrating to go up 4 sizes, most of my clothes still fit because I used to wear oversized stuff, but of course it bothers me that now they actually fit. I tried to take the regular healthy weigh loss path and it wasn’t going great, it’s too complex and not seeing the change fast enough started driving me crazy.
Enter my friends, I know I’m responsible for my own triggers, but I’m also finding it impossible to deal with them.
A group of friends and I planned to go on a beach trip, I started struggling a bit ago and decided to open up about it with a friend that asked me if I was ok. Horrible mistake, he randomly asked me how much i weighed now and told me that starving myself made no sense cuz I would still look about the same. I had to cancel the beach trip, i felt the same way. I wasn’t losing as fast as im used to, and now I don’t feel like I can go outside of my house until it’s at least noticeably enough. I shouldn’t have said anything, now I feel like I need to at least look like I’m starving and I can’t be seen with my friends until then. It’s probably with good intentions but I’m sick of him asking me if I’m ok every other day, and then blurt out the most insensitive stuff ever. He’s the only one I plan to ask to stop cuz he’s making it worse.
I got into cooking and making gourmet meals, I have a friend that is a foodie and loves cooking too. But god, he eats SO much, really, it’s a lot, 3-5 course meals every time, but he is also so skinny. Since I do enjoy cooking he always sends pics of the process and what he’s eating. And I’m extremely jealous, I’m way shorter, but I hate how he can eat what I eat in a few days in one sitting and still be a tall lanky boy, I hate it. But I also don’t want to ask him to stop sending me stuff to avoid raising suspicions and I also don’t want him to ask me anything about EDs ever, especially because of how telling the other guy went.
I’ve been on a few short trips with other people and we took a lot of pictures, im trying to be more confortable with that too. No matter how much I lose I carry a lot of my weight on my legs. I was very happy about the pics until someone zoomed into one and talked about my strong calves. I think it was a compliment but it hurts, and hearing and thing about that makes me want to puke. I feel hopeless whenever someone says anything about it or mentions how tiny I used to be, so I ended up deleting the pictures and the rest of my Instagram with it. I’m a bit disappointed with that actually, because I thought we looked cute in it, but now I don’t want anyone seeing it or anything else I’m in.
Another of my friends is kind of a gym bro, more power to him tbh, I dread going to the gym. He’s during the cutting period and casually told me about fasting for multiple days to help with that and reset his body. That was the last drop, if he can do it why can’t I. But I can’t, I did it one day and I felt horrible, I can’t fast and lift at the same time, not that I lifted at all before he said that, but how can he do both and feel that well. I copied him and I look and feel horrible.
Maybe I just need to stop hanging with these guys and cry about not being tall and skinny like them. I really like them, but i think I take up too much space compared to them and I don’t want anyone to be able to see it. I don’t have any sort of gender dysphoria, but I keep wondering why can’t I look like them. I want to flee the country and not come back until I look how I used to, but I’m aware that I can’t and that’s a horrible idea anyway, but that’s the best excuse to disappear and not have to give weird excuses.
My birthday was a bit ago and it makes the year in which I’ve officially been disordered for more than half of my life. That’s depressing, it really does make me wonder if it’ll even truly go away or if I’m doomed to this cycle for the rest of my life.
I don’t think I want to go back to recovery, im a bit disappointed with myself both for gaining after it, even tho it was kinda obvious it was going to happen, but also for letting all these things affect me to the point I can’t sleep.
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I’ve been trying to get my shit in order and having a “better quality of life”, reconnecting with friends, taking trips, self care, etc.
With all of that came the weight gain, it was very frustrating to go up 4 sizes, most of my clothes still fit because I used to wear oversized stuff, but of course it bothers me that now they actually fit. I tried to take the regular healthy weigh loss path and it wasn’t going great, it’s too complex and not seeing the change fast enough started driving me crazy.
Enter my friends, I know I’m responsible for my own triggers, but I’m also finding it impossible to deal with them.
A group of friends and I planned to go on a beach trip, I started struggling a bit ago and decided to open up about it with a friend that asked me if I was ok. Horrible mistake, he randomly asked me how much i weighed now and told me that starving myself made no sense cuz I would still look about the same. I had to cancel the beach trip, i felt the same way. I wasn’t losing as fast as im used to, and now I don’t feel like I can go outside of my house until it’s at least noticeably enough. I shouldn’t have said anything, now I feel like I need to at least look like I’m starving and I can’t be seen with my friends until then. It’s probably with good intentions but I’m sick of him asking me if I’m ok every other day, and then blurt out the most insensitive stuff ever. He’s the only one I plan to ask to stop cuz he’s making it worse.
I got into cooking and making gourmet meals, I have a friend that is a foodie and loves cooking too. But god, he eats SO much, really, it’s a lot, 3-5 course meals every time, but he is also so skinny. Since I do enjoy cooking he always sends pics of the process and what he’s eating. And I’m extremely jealous, I’m way shorter, but I hate how he can eat what I eat in a few days in one sitting and still be a tall lanky boy, I hate it. But I also don’t want to ask him to stop sending me stuff to avoid raising suspicions and I also don’t want him to ask me anything about EDs ever, especially because of how telling the other guy went.
I’ve been on a few short trips with other people and we took a lot of pictures, im trying to be more confortable with that too. No matter how much I lose I carry a lot of my weight on my legs. I was very happy about the pics until someone zoomed into one and talked about my strong calves. I think it was a compliment but it hurts, and hearing and thing about that makes me want to puke. I feel hopeless whenever someone says anything about it or mentions how tiny I used to be, so I ended up deleting the pictures and the rest of my Instagram with it. I’m a bit disappointed with that actually, because I thought we looked cute in it, but now I don’t want anyone seeing it or anything else I’m in.
Another of my friends is kind of a gym bro, more power to him tbh, I dread going to the gym. He’s during the cutting period and casually told me about fasting for multiple days to help with that and reset his body. That was the last drop, if he can do it why can’t I. But I can’t, I did it one day and I felt horrible, I can’t fast and lift at the same time, not that I lifted at all before he said that, but how can he do both and feel that well. I copied him and I look and feel horrible.
Maybe I just need to stop hanging with these guys and cry about not being tall and skinny like them. I really like them, but i think I take up too much space compared to them and I don’t want anyone to be able to see it. I don’t have any sort of gender dysphoria, but I keep wondering why can’t I look like them. I want to flee the country and not come back until I look how I used to, but I’m aware that I can’t and that’s a horrible idea anyway, but that’s the best excuse to disappear and not have to give weird excuses.
My birthday was a bit ago and it makes the year in which I’ve officially been disordered for more than half of my life. That’s depressing, it really does make me wonder if it’ll even truly go away or if I’m doomed to this cycle for the rest of my life.
I don’t think I want to go back to recovery, im a bit disappointed with myself both for gaining after it, even tho it was kinda obvious it was going to happen, but also for letting all these things affect me to the point I can’t sleep.
2024.05.19 11:15 seruZ12 Free deep dive on camera control & info gathering by a Challenger coach
Hello irelia mains, controling the camera and taking in information is essential on irelia so you can roam more effectively but also to just simply know more about current game state and so this might be great news for y'all.
We are organizing a free seminar in our new discord to nail down the quality and we want **YOU** to join.
you can join for absolutely **free** and enjoy a full hour of high quality teaching by our challenger coach **sagittarius**. you can also **ask questions live** which is a big plus. if you can't make it there will be a recording posted in the discord.
if that sounds like a good deal (it is) join our discord **TODAY** at **May 19th 10 pm CEST** and mark interested on the event
https://discord.com/invite/dy9jVsYEkE
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We are organizing a free seminar in our new discord to nail down the quality and we want **YOU** to join.
you can join for absolutely **free** and enjoy a full hour of high quality teaching by our challenger coach **sagittarius**. you can also **ask questions live** which is a big plus. if you can't make it there will be a recording posted in the discord.
if that sounds like a good deal (it is) join our discord **TODAY** at **May 19th 10 pm CEST** and mark interested on the event
https://discord.com/invite/dy9jVsYEkE
2024.05.19 11:15 nineofjames 25 [M4A] what if we ditch those non-water drinks
Ang hirap mag-isip ng title, I'm sorry. HAHAHAHA
So this idea just popped in my mind earlier today. What if we keep score of the instances we took non-water drinks in a week and I keep some kind of scoreboard (probably in my profile) just to see how much it actually is? And it's up to us individually what we do with the info.
Ako, gusto ko pa mag-lose ng weight and I feel like I've been having too much coffee or sweet drinks for quite a while already. It's lowkey frustrating. Gusto ko lang i-track na talaga ngayon and eventually, maging zero.
Medyo long term to, assuming it doesn't flop. I'm talking months. Rules are simple, you count the instances you had drinks/desserts/etc from Sunday to Saturday, you tell them to me by the end of the week (and the name you want me to put in the posts I'll be making), and I'll post it either late night Saturday or Sunday morning. Kayo bahala how will you do the counting, what gets counted. Heck, you can even lie about your score. But for reference, for me lang, I'll be counting desserts like sundaes/yogurt here, or yung mga gaya ng Blue/Pocari na seemingly water na, just that may sugar pa din sila.
Drinks and the like lang ah. No food. Gawa na lang kayo sarili niyong post for that (ako naman makikisali hahaha). Ito lang muna talaga gusto ko targetin right now.
Walang prize, unfortunately. All you get from me are words.
Hopefully this gets responses and maging somewhat competitive!
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So this idea just popped in my mind earlier today. What if we keep score of the instances we took non-water drinks in a week and I keep some kind of scoreboard (probably in my profile) just to see how much it actually is? And it's up to us individually what we do with the info.
Ako, gusto ko pa mag-lose ng weight and I feel like I've been having too much coffee or sweet drinks for quite a while already. It's lowkey frustrating. Gusto ko lang i-track na talaga ngayon and eventually, maging zero.
Medyo long term to, assuming it doesn't flop. I'm talking months. Rules are simple, you count the instances you had drinks/desserts/etc from Sunday to Saturday, you tell them to me by the end of the week (and the name you want me to put in the posts I'll be making), and I'll post it either late night Saturday or Sunday morning. Kayo bahala how will you do the counting, what gets counted. Heck, you can even lie about your score. But for reference, for me lang, I'll be counting desserts like sundaes/yogurt here, or yung mga gaya ng Blue/Pocari na seemingly water na, just that may sugar pa din sila.
Drinks and the like lang ah. No food. Gawa na lang kayo sarili niyong post for that (ako naman makikisali hahaha). Ito lang muna talaga gusto ko targetin right now.
Walang prize, unfortunately. All you get from me are words.
Hopefully this gets responses and maging somewhat competitive!