Thank you to everyone for the replies to my last request. This time around, 2 questions: Check in time for international flight from Ottawa (via YUL), is it 3 hours? Or do I have the pleasure of extra security at YUL?
Carry on for the dash 8 section from YOW to YUL, are there limits vis-a-vis the international segment? (I am wary after reading the limits for aer lingus vs emerald air, their European short haul partner)
Again, thank you, it is wonderful to have you all here.

Hi! I'm building my first plane, a DeHavilland DH2. I wanted to get a rough draft in the air to test basic function. But I can't get the throttle to really work. I started with an electric motor, which was very anemic whatever horsepower I used. Then I tried to just copy the aerosprite engine, used all the same numbers and settings, but it still didn't work. Same with Cessna 172 engine. (Both the aerosprite and Cessna work great).
acf file: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1swOfIerNNItlugkeYDg9vR6dQRfVaEKI/view?usp=sharing
log file: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1puAXtka0Lsz6Q68OFjOFkfBt6LmFMXYT/view?usp=sharing
flight video: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1jeOHUJPovrTqFYRO9HoaULJvfhehyqVK/view?usp=sharing
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Frontier canceled our flight back home from our vacation 5 hours before the departure. It did not offer an alternative flight, we were offered only a refund of $600 or credit for future flights. As a result, we had to buy other tickets for $2.1k at the airport to get home. At that time it was the cheapest option to get home, another option was a nonstop flight with Delta for $3.6k. We had a travel insurance with Allianz. I submitted a claim with all support documents and the cancellation statement from Frontier. The reason of the flight cancellation was Air Traffic Control hold. Yesterday we received a claim decision saying that our claim was denied as the air traffic control is not a covered reason. I read the trip interruption clause, and one of the covered reasons was "an FAA or foreign equivalent mandate". To my understanding, as FAA regulates air traffic control, then air traffic control falls under an FAA mandate. Is that correct? Also, there is a paragraph in the plan document stating "however, if you can get to your final destination another way, we will reimburse you the amount minus a refund. The cost of the alternative transportation should be reasonable, and the alternative transportation arrangement must be in a similar or lower class of service". I think the price was reasonable as we had to buy one way tickets at the airport 3 hours before the departure, it was the cheapest available option at that moment. Why didn't Allianz approve our claim then?

Hi, i am a post grad WBS student and will be travelling from delhi to LHR on 19th September, Air India flight that departs at 6:45 am from Delhi
Pls hmu if you have taken the same flight/ planning to take
Thanks :)))

In the presence of You, illuminated in the foreground, with hues of purple and views of oddities, I feel your distanced love. Softly in the air, your voice carries the words to my ears and whispers our secrets.
The clearest truth flying in the air disguised as an elusive bird. Your signals of devotion to me are ones only we can discern.
But your back and forth and here nor there flight path is exhausting. I love you with the clearest allegiance to your soul and it’s entirety. But it’s tiring; loving you. Stay close, and stay true. I’ll only ever have eyes for you. And that makes me furious.

Okay so 3 days ago I went to Texas and met my dad u haven’t seen him in 6 years so it was pretty cool seeing him and my siblings I went for adoption because my dad was homeless and my mom abused drugs, they live in a really run down trailer there is a ton of animals and bugs and they don’t even have proper air conditioning the first day I was their I hated it and wanted to leave (I do this a lot) I tend to want somthing really bad and when I have it I don’t want it anymore but the second day was a whole different story I have a sister their she is a year younger then me and we became so close we became inseparable by the first day my dad even said that he felt like I have been their forever and I fit right in also that if he could he would redo time and keep me. I became super close with my little brother and sister in the span of only 3 days it was really amazing the entire time I was thinking so I really have to go home I don’t want to sound spoiled but I was very lucky with who adopted me I was raised by a millionaire and lived in a manison my whole life I was the type to kid who always wanted to go outside and explore and have fun but I never had anyone and I didn’t wanna do it alone, while I was with my birth family I realized that money isn’t for me I don’t want to be rich I don’t need all the money in the world I just need to be rich in family and experiences I felt so loved there and and I didn’t feel bad about myself once while I was their I didn’t have time to think about how my makeup look or how my hair looked or what I should wear I just didn’t care I felt that the kid in me was back they brought out the best of me I told my mom I didn’t want to leave and ofc I had to go back home I sobbed the entire flight and couldn’t stop looking at pictures of my dad and siblings the whole time I know I can’t live their but now I feel part of me is missing and it’s gone like half of me belong their and I shouldn’t be here I don’t want to do I’m so depressed and I want to run away I don’t mean to be dramatic but I have been depressed since I was 11 and while I was their I felt happiness the whole time if anyone has any advice please help me I need help.

My hands are trembling to the point where I've had to restart this several times. I'm a guy who doesn't scare easily, but this encounter has me shaking like a hit dog. I'm still sitting in my work truck, trying to work up the courage to step outside again. Worse, I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to tell my boss what happened. I was already on thin ice with him, and this shit might cause me to break through to the freezing water below.
But fuck it, because this was weird.
I install cable for a living. I didn't have dreams of stringing cable when I was a little kid, but my previous life choices left me with few options. In high school, I fell in with the wrong crowd. It started with skipping school, sneaking alcohol at weekend parties, and some petty theft, but it didn't stay that way for long. Soon, I dropped out and dedicated my life to committing robberies to pay for my pill addiction. I wasn't living as much as I was running on a treadmill. I did whatever I could to stay on my feet but constantly felt myself slipping.
My bottom came when I was jumped by two guys who sold me pills. I had bought from them before and trusted them, but the feeling was not mutual. Someone had dimed a buddy of theirs out to the police, and he was looking at real jail time. They assumed it was me and beat me senseless.
I was greeted at the door with a punch to the jaw that sent me reeling. My brain, already addled and slowed by Oxi, was in the middle of putting together what was happening when the next punch caught me in the temple. I collapsed to the ground and covered my neck and face as best as I could. The next few minutes were a flurry of punches, kicks, and stomps. When it was all over, I had a broken jaw, a shattered wrist, several wounds that required fifty total stitches, and a concussion.
That's how I kicked my painkiller addiction.
I can joke now, but the next six months were the hardest in my life. The withdrawals I had were the worst thing I've ever experienced. Having them while I was recuperating from my injuries was a circle of hell I didn't think existed. I wanted to die most days and felt lost in the darkness. But sobriety was the beacon on the horizon. Even during my darkest moments, I could still see the fuzzy spark of white light off in the distance. It kept me going. Six months from my beat-down day, I came out the other side healthier but weaker.
I needed a job but had limited skills. Thankfully, I had a former pill buddy who managed to keep steady employment with the cable company. We always got along, and he called in a few favors and hooked me up. I got hired, but it was a struggle. Not the work, which was easy to learn, but dealing with the public without telling them to fuck off. Worse, was trying to avoid the flood of illegal substances that are around you at all times. Customers will offer you weed or pills for all the channels, or bored co-workers will have something to "make the day pass by." It's a lot to dodge, especially if you're in recovery. Whenever I felt the itch again, I'd feel the scar tissue from my wrist surgery, and the itch would pass.
The last week has been one of those "Shit, is it Friday yet?" weeks that seem to be growing in frequency these days. I don't want to bore you with the details, but needless to say, most nights, I needed to reach out to my sponsor and have them talk me off the ledge. We recently had a turnover at the executive level, and my new boss Rory was a tremendous cock. A rager at levels science hasn't ever seen before. Just the worst dude imaginable.
Part of Rory's new crusade was coming in and firing a bunch of guys. The company called it "checking for redundancies in the labor force," but we all knew what it was. He was picking off two classes of people: high earners and guys with spotty pasts. I was in the latter group and imagined it was just a matter of time before my number got pulled. I was on pins and needles all week. I made sure I was the greatest cable installer you'd ever meet. So far, I was getting high marks but the forced joviality was wearing thin.
It's safe to say my joy had left on a one-way ticket. I have no clue when—or if—she'd return.
Back to this shit. I had just finished up my last job of the day when my work phone started buzzing. I cursed and thought about not answering, but the threat of unemployment loomed too large for me to do that. I picked up and knew from the jump my day was far from over. Denise from dispatch asked if I could cover a job left hanging because of "scheduling conflicts" (see: the original installer had been let go). It was near where I was and was a simple install.
I gritted my teeth and agreed. I liked Denise and knew she was worried about the hammer falling on her, too. She thanked me profusely, and promised to bring me cookies tomorrow. Since she's a hellcat in the kitchen and getting close to a dispatcher never hurts, I said no worries. I hung up, balled up my jacket, and screamed into it. I felt better after that.
981 Maple Street was about five minutes away, but it felt like a world away. Maple Street was at the end of the neighborhood where large swaths of grass fields faded into a thicket of woods. The woods rose up into the foothills until they graduated to mountains. To borrow a phrase from Shel Silverstein, the house resided where the sidewalk ends.
The house, an off-white birdhouse ranch type, was a little run-down but no worse than any of the others that populated this neighborhood. This place had been hit hard by economic times, and property values had plummeted. It was slowly recovering. In five years, this would be a place most current residents wouldn’t be able to afford. The front yard had a large oak tree that looked amazing but had killed the grass under its canopy. The rest of the yard looked well cared for.
I knocked and heard a few voices talking on the other side of the door. It opened, and a man in his late 40s stood there with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand. He was tall and thin, save for a middle-aged paunch. His face was starting to crinkle at the edges, but he was southern California middle-aged, which meant he was holding up pretty well. He did look tired, though—the bags under his eyes were full-on steamer trunks.
"You with the cable company?" he asked, knowing I was.
I nodded. "You requested an install, right?"
"Yes, I did. Please, come in."
He opened the door wide, and I walked in. The house was pretty bare with a bachelor pad aesthetic. That didn't make much sense since I heard a female voice talking to him. I assumed it was his wife. I believe in a lot of wild shit, but to think that a wife would be fine with their house decorated like a 23-year-old bachelor lived there was a bridge too far.
"I'm Tom," the guy said, extending his hand. I shook it. "What did you need from my end?"
"Do you know if there was a previous hookup here?"
"Ugh, yeah. There is one in this room and another in the back bedroom."
"Okay. I should put the modem in a spot that'll hit the whole house. The signal can get wonky if it's in a room behind a wall or bricks or anything."
"This room is probably the best spot then," he said.
"Perfect. I have to get under the house, check the old connections, and replace some parts. Where's your hatch to get under the house?"
"Oh, it's around back. You can exit out this side door and walk through the backyard. It's on the eastern side. You might need a screwdriver to remove the grate. Do you need one?"
I pulled a screwdriver from my pocket and showed him. "I should be good. Thank you, though."
"I should've guessed you'd have one."
"I appreciate your concern. Is there anything in the backyard I should be worried about? Dogs? Kids? Wild dogs? Wild kids?"
It was standard banter, and it always got a chuckle out of people. Same thing happened here. "Nothing to worry about," he said. "You should be good."
"Alright. I'll get started so you can get online as soon as possible."
"Great! If you need anything, I'll be doing some work in the back bedroom."
I nodded and headed for the side door. The dining room door led to the pie wedge-shaped backyard, which was larger in the back than the front made it look. The grass was as cooked as its kin in the front, but islands of green weeds seemed to be thriving. In the corner of the lot, an old metal shed stood, rusted to the point where I assumed divine intervention kept it standing. It seemed to have been there since the house had been built – or maybe several decades before.
When I turned the corner of the house, I spotted a woman and child staring into the corner of the yard, their backs facing me. The Woman wore a faded blue dress that fit her well. Tom had, it seemed, out-kicked his coverage with her. I didn't want to startle them, so I offered a friendly "hello" to the pair. The kid started to turn, but the mother placed a hand on their shoulder and kept their heads facing away from me. I squinted along the treeline, trying to see what they were concentrating on, but I didn't see anything unusual.
Just wanting to be done with the job, I let them be and moved on. I turned another corner to the house's short side and spotted the grate leading to the crawlspace. The grate looked as old as the shed, and I wasn't sure I would even need the screwdriver to open it. Hell, I was sure the thing would disintegrate in my hands as soon as I touched it.
I crouched and was about to pull it off when I heard something rustling near me. I glanced back to where I had seen the mom and kid, but they were gone. I assumed I had heard them leaving. I pulled the grate off – I was right, no screwdriver necessary – and as I set it aside, something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye.
It was the kid. A boy around eight or so. But they weren't staring at me exactly. They were looking away from me, staring up at the roof line. I found it odd. Clearly, the kid wanted to talk to me but had turned their back on me. I coughed to let them know that I knew they were there, but they didn't respond.
"Hey man, what's up there?" I said.
"Nothing nice," he said, still keeping their gaze away from me.
"Oh," I said, "Not going to hurt me, is it?"
"Maybe," he said.
Not the answer I was expecting. "What is it?"
"They told me you'd know soon enough."
As he said that, I felt something crawling across my hand. I pulled my hand away from the house and shook it. I saw a spider land in a pile of leaves and scurry away. I let out a nervous laugh. I'm not scared of spiders or anything, but the shock of being told some unseen thing was watching me and didn't look pleased, coupled with the sensation of something on my skin, was enough to justify a quickened heartbeat.
I looked back at where the kid had been standing, but he was gone. I chalked it up to kids being little weirdos and went back to work. The faster I could get this installation done, the quicker I could go home and smoke a bowl. I let Kush be my guide. I put up my hood, turned on my small flashlight, and shimmied through the opening under the house.
I know guys who've worked for the company for years and still dread going into a crawl space. Granted, it's not my favorite thing to do, but I don't mind either. The bugs can be a nuisance but if you don't bother them, they tend to not bother you. Same with rats and mice. Raccoons, though? I crawl out and call animal control. Those little dudes are cute but nasty as all get out. My path today was nothing but cobwebs, so I was okay.
I flashed my light around and saw where the cable line went up into the living room floor. My job here was to ensure the coaxial line's integrity was still good. If it had been chewed on or anything, I'd replace it. Sometimes, I just replaced it anyway—saving myself a potential job later down the line.
I crawled over to where the line came in from the pedestal and started my once-over. I not only looked for any damage but also ran the line through my hands to make sure my eyes didn't miss anything. I was under the dining room area when I heard that side door close.
I stopped. Tom said something, but it was muffled. I wanted to be nosy, so I waited a beat to hear if anyone spoke back to him. Someone did. It was soft and quiet – I assumed it was the Boy – and I didn't make out what they asked, but I did hear Tom's response. In a firm voice, he said, "No, not right now. Run along."
There were footsteps over me that faded into another section of the home. Tom said, "He always wants to jump the gun. How many times do I have to tell him?"
I suppressed a laugh at the last line. It's the official father's lament. I kept moving my hand down the line and didn't feel nicks along the cable. In fact, on closer inspection, the line looked almost new. I was planning to change it, but this looked like it had been installed last week.
I could hear someone walk into the living room as I reached the spot where the line went through the house. Another pair of footsteps followed the first, and I heard a breathy but detached woman's voice ask, "Can we show our faces now?"
"I just told the boy 'no.' What makes you any different?" Tom said, an edge to his voice.
A chill raced through my body. I knew those words, but this conversation made me feel like I spoke another language. Can we show our faces? Why would you not?
"Do you think he'll see us?"
"If I have my way," he said, not finishing that thought. "Leave me be. I must try to get some things done before he leaves, and you two keep bothering me."
What did Tom mean to get some things done before I left? What did he have in mind? While trying to process all this, I heard something shuffle in the darkness just beyond my flashlight beam. I moved it around, trying to see the telltale glowing eyes of varmints, but nothing flashed back at me.
I heard something shuffling again, this time down by my feet. I cocked my head as best as I could and shone the flashlight into that corner of the house but, again, there wasn't anything else down here but me and a thousand spiders. I sighed and finished my inspection of the wire.
As I turned to crawl back out from under the house, I heard somebody sneaking around on the floor above me. The wood groaned as the person moved slowly. I wasn't sure what they were doing, but they wanted to keep it a secret. A shadow fell over the pinprick of light from where the cable went into the house. Someone was standing over it.
"Can you hear them down there? Moving in the dark?" It was the Boy. “They like the dark.”
"What are you saying?"
"The little shadows," he said, "They live down there. Do you hear them?"
This kid was creepy as hell. "I, ugh, I can't hear you, dude," I said, inching my body away from the wire, "We can talk inside."
"They're going to get you, but that's okay," he said, "It only hurts for a little bit, and then you're fine."
Fuck. That. I had no desire to respond to that nightmare of a statement. I hastened my inch-worming, heading back towards the open hatch. As I did, I heard more movement in the darkness around me. I tried to ignore it, but it was a fool's gambit. It was impossible to ignore.
I was getting closer to the opening when I saw a pair of tiny legs walk in front of the hatch. It was the Boy. How did he get there so quickly and without me hearing him run on the floor? I didn't have time to run through the scientific method because the Boy leaned down and placed the metal grate back over the hatch.
"Hey! Hey!" I yelled. "I'm still under here!"
The Boy didn't stop. Instead, he placed a trashcan in front of the grate, enshrouding the entire crawlspace in darkness and trapping me inside.
"Hey! I need you to move that!" I screamed. No response. I raised my fist as high as possible and punched the floor above me to hopefully get Tom’s attention. That was a mistake, as I managed to punch straight into an old nail. I felt it puncture in between my knuckles. The pain was instant, and I let out a howl.
I shook my hand and swore a blue streak. I reached up with my other hand, felt the tip of the nail I had managed to punch, and found a flat spot next to it. I banged hard on the floor and yelled again for some help. Nobody responded. Not at first.
Then I heard someone chuckle under the house.
I couldn't locate where it had come from because it sounded like it was all around me. I swung my light around as best as I could but didn't see anything. No glowing eyes, nothing. I inched forward a bit, and someone laughed again – this time, it was to my right. I turned my light in that direction and saw a sudden flood of light fill the space under the house.
"What the hell?" I said, my desire to leave overtaken by a desire to know what was unfolding next to me.
A pair of kid legs dropped down from the hole in the floor. I realized then that the hole must be an interior crawlspace. The kid had blocked off the metal grate and opened this hatch for some reason. While he dropped his legs down, he didn't move any further.
"Hey, you have to open that metal grate," I yelled. "I don't want to be trapped down here."
"They told me they needed you," he said, followed by a slight chuckle.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I said, not caring that I was talking to a child. "Open the goddamn grate!"
"The shadows are approaching," he said, pulling himself back into the house. He placed the lid back on the hole, and I was trapped in the dark again. I cursed to myself and started pounding on the floor again.
"Hey! Someone come help me!"
That's when I felt something run across my legs. I nearly jumped out of my skin. It didn't feel like the tiny claws of a passing rat. It was cold to the touch, but as it hit my skin, I felt a burn in my bones. It's hard to explain, but I felt both extremes simultaneously. Whatever it was skittered off into the darkness of the other side of the crawl space.
The kid started laughing again, which brought me back to reality. I army crawled as fast as I could to the grate. I balled up my fist and punched in the middle of the metal. The blow knocked the old nails out of the wall, and the grate broke up. I was about to push away the garbage can when it suddenly wheeled out of the way.
I saw Tom's legs standing there.
"You okay?" he asked, concern in his voice.
I got out from under the house so fast that I left a me-sized dirt cloud in my place. Once out, I shook my body loose as if I had things crawling all over me. Tom watched but didn't say anything at first. We finally locked eyes, and he could see the rage, fear, and confusion on my face. He wisely waited until I spoke first.
"What the hell is wrong with your kid? He blocked me under there and taunted me from the indoor crawlspace."
"What are you talking about?"
"He told me the shadow people or something were watching, and then he blocked me under the house!"
Tom's face twisted up into confusion. "I...I don't understand."
"I can't make it any simpler, Tom!" I screamed, letting unprofessionalism take root.
"I don't have a kid."
It hit me like an Ali right cross. My vision got dizzy, and I struggled to catch my breath. I stared at his face, looking for the sign of a lie or a joke, but he was as stone-faced as an Easter Island statue. After a beat, I found my sense again. "I heard you talking to him in the living room when I was under the house."
"One, I was on a phone call. Two, are you spying on me? What the hell, man?"
"I wasn't spying, and you weren't on the phone," I said. I also heard you talking to your wife. She asked you if she could show her face or something."
"I don't have a wife either."
I shook my head. "I fucking saw them in the backyard! They were staring at the fence!"
Tom paused and cocked his head to the side. When he spoke, it was softly, trying to calm me down. "Are you...did you have a few drinks before the appointment? Or a pill or something? No judging – I know pill heads. I won't report you or anything, but I understand if you need to come back tomorrow with a clearer head."
"I'm sober," I said, gritting my teeth. "But I know what I saw. What I heard."
"As the tree said to the lumberjack, I'm stumped," Tom said. "You look a little flush. You want a bottle of water or something? I can show you I'm here all alone."
My adrenaline had seeped out of my body, and I was starting to feel like myself again. I nodded at Tom, and he smiled. "I'll go grab you one. Do you want to come into the AC?"
"No, I'm okay. I need to double-check the connection to the pedestal."
"Sure. Be bright back," Tom said as he walked off.
But I had no intention of checking the connections. I was going to check on Tom. I didn't believe him at all. Something weird was going on, and I needed to know what. As soon as he turned the corner around the house, I broke out my flashlight and headed back to the crawlspace.
I dropped to the ground and shone my beam into the darkness. Something had crawled on me, and I wanted to see what it was. I moved my light into every section of the crawlspace but saw no eyes glowing back at me.
"If you're under there, call back."
There was nothing. I was starting to feel like a paranoid idiot. I called out once again just to be sure, but again, nothing called back. I shut off my light and sighed. I started pushing myself back to my feet when I heard a faint woman's voice call out, "Can we show our faces now?"
"Not yet," someone hissed from the trees above me. I snapped my head up, expecting to see someone hanging on a branch over my head, but I just saw green leaves.
"Can we show our faces now?" It was the Boy. It sounded like he was on the roof. I shielded my eyes and glanced at the roof but didn't see him.
"No. He's not ready yet," someone whispered in my ear. I snapped around, throwing a punch as I did, only to slam my fist into the fence. I felt one of my knuckles crack as it hit the wood, and the pain shot up my arm like lightning. Within seconds, my hand started to puff up, and blood dripped out the wounds.
The Boy chuckled again. It came from under the house. I looked down at the grate and saw his legs disappear into the darkness.
"Hey!" I called and dropped to the ground. I pulled out my flashlight and shone into the darkness again. I was confident I'd see him, but he wasn't there. Nobody was.
I sat up and felt goosebumps turn my arms into braille. I glanced over to the corner of the house and was surprised to see the disappearing hemline of the faded blue dress. I rushed over to the corner and didn't see the Woman. I saw Tom with a bottle of water.
"You okay?"
"Where did that woman go?" I asked, my voice panicking. "She was just here."
"Sir, do you need me to call your boss for you? You're starting to scare me."
"What's up with this house? Is it haunted?"
Tom started laughing. "I hope not. I just moved in. I'd hate to have roommates again, especially ones who leave ectoplasm all over the place."
As I stared at him, I saw the Woman and the Boy emerge from the other corner of the house. They looked up on the roof, their faces obscured by their hands and the sun. I pointed a finger at them and screamed, "They're right there!"
Tom spun around and looked, but there wasn't anything there. He turned back to me, not sure what to say. Instead, he handed me the bottle of water. "I gotta be honest. I didn't see anything. Drink the water...you might have heat stroke."
I threw the bottle on the ground. "I don't have fucking heat stroke. I have a man that's lying about these things." I got close to him. "What did you have planned for me? Why do they keep asking to show their faces?"
"I don't," he said, but I didn't stay to hear him finish his thought. I walked right past him and turned the corner of the house. As I did, I saw the blue hem disappear through the door that led to the kitchen. I followed right behind her.
I walked into the house, which was as silent as a corpse. The Woman and Boy were nowhere to be seen. "Hello?" I called out. "I just saw you guys walk in here. Where are you?"
The door behind me opened up. Tom walked in, his face reddening with anger. "You can't just walk into my house."
"I saw them walk in. Where are they?"
"I keep telling you, it's just me and you here. Now, if you want to finish your work…."
I walked away from him and headed toward the bedroom where I had seen the Boy standing. I wanted to check that crawl space. The room was empty, not even a moving box in there, so finding the hatch that led under the house was easy. I went into the closet and pried the hatch open.
Tom entered the room behind me, more confused now than angry. "I don't want a line run through here."
"The Boy was standing in this spot. I saw his legs. I spoke to him. He told me the shadows needed me for something." I glared down into the darkness under the house. Despite Tom's feigned declarations that there wasn't another person in the house, I knew he wasn't being honest.
"Okay, I'm pretty sure you're back on pills and in the middle of a delusion," he said.
"How did you know I had a pill addiction?"
"The way you're acting, it wasn't a hard guess."
"I'm sober, but I did have a problem with pills. I never told you. I don't tell anyone."
Tom stood there, confused about how to answer. I stood up and stared him down. He looked away, but I didn't move my gaze. "Who are you? Who put you up to this? Was it Rory? He trying to get me fired?"
Tom's shoulders sagged. "You got me," he said. "Rory hired me to get you in trouble. I'm... I'm sorry. He offered me free cable for a year and assured me you were a bad guy and, well…. I'm weak."
"That's really fuc…," I stopped. "You're lying. Right now. You're lying. Why?"
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something dash past the open crawlspace hatch. I turned to the hatch opening and then back to Tom.
"Are you trying to stop me from looking in there?"
He didn't respond.
"What's under there?"
"He is," he said. "The Boy. He hides under there all the time. He has...friends down there."
"The shadow people?"
Tom shrugged, "What he calls them. I call them a menace. Impossible to get my work done with them causing a racket."
"What work?"
"Things you'd never understand in a million years," he said, "Things beyond your brain's capacity to imagine. Things that will help usher in a new world. Your kind's time is coming to a close. My work represents the new order."
I stared at him. I wasn't sure if I should run away or punch his lights out. Instead, I just spat out, "Bro, what the fuck?"
"Can we show our faces now?" the Boy called out from under the house.
I looked down at the hatch and then back at Tom. He nodded toward the opening. "Do you want to see your future?"
"Fuck it," I said. I got down, grabbed the sides of the opening, and lowered my head under the house.
I kept my eyes closed for a second, assuming I'd either see something horrifying or something would hit me in the face. When nothing struck me, I opened my eyes. It was dark, and I couldn't make out anything.
"There's nothing under here," I said.
"Can we show our faces now?" said the Boy from somewhere under the house.
"Show him," Tom said.
I sat back up, grabbed my flashlight from my pocket, and flipped it on. I looked at Tom, "If you try anything, so help me, God."
Tom just smiled. I looked back down at the hatch and sighed. I was suddenly hit with a bolt of common sense. What was I doing? My internal alarms were going off and I was ignoring them. Curiosity had gotten me this far, but my fight instincts were starting to lose to my flight. No job was worth this.
"Man, fuck this," I said, reversing course and standing. I turned to confront Tom, but he was gone. I hadn't heard him leave, but there wasn't a trace of him there. "Tom? Where the hell are you?"
He didn't respond, and I decided that I had hit my "weird shit" quota for the day. I closed the closet door and headed back into the living room to grab my gear. I'd call dispatch and tell them someone else had to come out and finish the….
The wood floor cracked, splintered, and gave way when I put my weight on it. I fell through the floor and landed with a thud on the dirt in the crawl space. On the way down, I hit my ribs on a crossbeam and heard them crack and knock the wind out of me. As I lay on the dirt, writhing in pain, my lungs did their damnedest to find a breath. It couldn't, and my vision started to blur at the edges. For a fleeting few seconds, I envisioned my death on a dirty crawlspace floor. It wasn’t comforting.
I rolled onto my back and finally took in a massive gulp of life-saving air. The blurring vision subsided, and all that remained was the aching pain of a busted rib. My muscles around my rib cage spasmed and pulled tight against my lungs. After the initial big breath, I could only take shallow gulps because the pain was searing.
I lay there for a few seconds, collecting my thoughts, when I felt something skitter across my legs again. I kicked out of instinct but didn't hit anything. Instead, I heard the chuckling again. My flashlight had fallen out of my hand. I found it and turned it on.
This time, I did see something. Pairs of eyes—dozens of them—watched me from the darkness that surrounded me. These weren't possums or rats. I never hoped to find a raccoon under the house more than I did at that moment. I knew whatever these things were, they weren't natural and they wanted to harm me.
"Still want to know what they plan to do to you?" the Boy asked from behind me.
I turned around and shone the light where I heard the voice. The Boy was lying on his stomach, his face looking down at the ground. All I could see at the moment was the top of his head.
"Wha-what's going on?" I said, the light bouncing from my trembling hand.
"I can show you my face now," he said. He raised his head and….
The Boy didn't have a face.
He had the space for a face, but there were no features whatsoever—nothing but pale pink skin pulled tight across the front of his head. At that moment, the image of a wooden art figure came to me.
“What the ever-loving fuck?"
"Want to see something really scary?" the Boy said, his lack of a mouth not stopping him from speaking. He raised himself onto the tips of his fingers and toes and started skittering toward me, laughing as he did.
I clambered out of the crawlspace as fast as my battered body could carry me. I got out of the hole and onto my feet and let out an ear-splitting scream.
The Woman in the blue dress was standing next to the hole in the floor. Like the Boy, she didn't have a face either. But I could feel her eyes on me. Looking into my mind. Into my soul. She stepped toward me, and I bolted for the front door.
I whipped it open and was greeted by Tom standing there, blocking me. He grinned. "Leaving so soon?"
"What the hell is going on?" I asked, checking behind me to see if the Woman was still coming toward me. She was, and she was gaining quickly.
"Can we show our faces now?" he asked with a laugh.
I turned back to Tom and nearly had a heart attack. His face was gone. I could feel my heart beating in my ears. My legs were jelly, but I kept myself propped up. The human desire to survive can perform miracles.
Tom reached out and pointed at a spot on the far side of the living room wall. I turned and saw three skinned human faces hanging from old nails: a man, a woman, and a boy.
"You're turn to join us," Tom whispered. But the voice wasn't said out loud. It came from inside my own head. "We can always use another body around here."
My brain clicked into action and sent an all-points bulletin to my limbs. The message was simple and actionable – "Get the fuck going, you dope."
I felt my hand ball into a fist and spun. It landed where Tom's nose would've been. It should've knocked him back, causing him to stumble and giving me time to run. But that didn't happen. Instead, his face pulled apart, letting my fist slide right through. It closed on my arm, trapping me.
I yanked and yanked, but my arm would not dislodge from his face. I glanced back and saw the Woman nearly next to me. The Boy was climbing out of the hole, moving like a cockroach. I looked back at the wall and saw Tom's hanging face silently laughing.
Something about those silent laughs cut me to my core. They were laughing because Tom thought he had outsmarted me. He had beat me. That my face would soon be hanging on the wall next to theirs. I wasn't going to let that happen.
I saw a loose brick on the walkway, and a plan flashed in my mind. I yanked hard, sending Tom stuttering forward enough for me to wrap my finger around the brick. I brought it up and sent it towards his face. As expected, the face parted again, and the brick flew through easily.
But as soon as the face curtains pulled aside, I yanked my arm free. With my limb free, I took off in a mad sprint for my truck. I got inside and fumbled my keys as I tried to start the engine. Tom, the Woman, and the Boy stood together at the front door and watched as I got the van going and rocketed down the street.
I drove like a madman for ten minutes, trying to put as much space between me and the house as possible. I finally stopped at a gas station to collect my thoughts. I was jittery, and my mind was swimming, but I was also relieved. I had gotten out.
I collected myself and called Denise to tell her I couldn't finish the installation at 981 Maple Street. I was going to suggest we cancel the order and not send another installer there. That's when the conversation took a turn I wasn't expecting.
"Where have you been? You were supposed to be off an hour ago," Denise said when I called her.
"I was trying to finish the install at 981 Maple, the one you sent me to."
"I didn't send you anywhere," she said. "With how insane Rory is being about overtime hours, I'm trying to keep everyone below the threshold."
"What are you talking about? You called and asked me. You don't remember," I said, a bad feeling growing in the pit of my stomach.
She gave me a nervous chuckle, "I swear I didn't. Are you feeling okay? You gotta come back. People are waiting for the van."
"I can prove it. I have a record of you calling me on my phone," I said. I opened my call log, and my jaw dropped. There was no call from Denise. She was telling me the truth. But if she didn't call me, who did?
"Rory wants to talk to you when you get in. I wouldn't mess around, he seems pissed" she said before hanging up.
I haven't moved since. I wanted to write this down because I felt like it needed to be recorded. Something supremely fucked up is happening at 981 Maple Street. It nearly got me. It still might. To think, on any other typical day, a surprise conversation with my boss would be the scariest thing that could happen to me. Funny how seeing a faceless ghoul can prioritize your problems. If you're hired to do work there, turn it down. Trust me, it's not worth it.
"Can we show our faces now?" they asked. "Fuck no," should be the only response.

Hello! Looking for some sage advice regarding rebooking / booking flights to get from SFO to NYC, then on to Paris and back to SFO.
Two travelers but can travel separately for parts if needed. We had previously transferred AMEX points to Delta to secure a miles+cash RT ticket SFO-LON. Cost ~70k MR each. Unfortunately, we adjusted our trip plans and need to change our flights now; I am struggling with figuring out the best option to do so.
Our plans changed such that we need to be in NYC before going directly to Paris, so SFO-NYC Saturday 8/31. I have some stray JetBlue points (not much, ~20k) I could use, or could buy a cheap flight(s) to get to NYC.
The challenge is getting to Europe and back. We intend to leave for Paris from NYC the evening of 9/2. This is a pretty fixed date—we want to be in Paris 9/3.
We then would like to return from Paris(or elsewhere?) to SFO mid September. Ideally nonstop. Dates can be flexible ~9/16-19. Should we take the budget nonstop Paris-SFO French Bee flight 9/18? Should we use the Delta pts for a NYC-Paris RT and deal with the stop on the way back?
We will be in the south of France so I guess could leave from BCN or elsewhere if needed. Also, the two travelers can go diff routes if needed.
Ideally would like to use the 70k each Delta points I now am stuck with, but could save them for upcoming trips if needed. Also have ~150k MR and ~200k UR.
Thank you for any help!!!!

Hey smoke fans I was shopping for a pellet grill and didn't find a lot on info this model, so posting my experience with it after a couple weeks. Been using a WSM 18 for years now, at one point along with a Louisiana Grills Costco special for quicker cooks. It ended up dying on me and I returned it to Costco so, this is my second try. I have never owned a "high end" pellet grill. The semi-entry models fit my needs well enough.
TLDR: I'd buy it again. It's not a dedicated smoker and I don't expect it to be. IOW Not as good as a dedicated smoker but makes better food than a gas grill, imho, with about the same effort. Cleanup is easy. Up-sell for gadgets, like an upper rack, kinda sucks. They sell a ton of add-ons I'm not really interested in. It seems to holds temp OK. The app is confusing.
More detail:
It wasn't too hard to put together - attach the legs, insert the heat shield, handle, etc. It has a setup app called "Bilt" that works well, I hope more self-build items use this app. You can see the same instructions in Youtube. It took about 90 minutes to put together but if I did it a second time would be much quicker. The app still missed some detail, like it never mentions the included gaskets. It's a step up from paper though.
The build seems good enough. This is not a professional grill. It feels a little cheap, but heavy gauge enough to hold a temp for cooking. The built-in temp gauge is not accurate, which is expected. I have not used the included temp probes yet (it has 2). It's running cooler than indicated temp. Yet it warms up quickly and seems to hold well. I've cooked country style "ribs", burgers, and chicken but no long cooks yet.
The smoke flavor is definitely better than the LG I was using before but I guess this is subjective. It's running quite a bit hotter on the left than right side. I use this to my advantage for grill-like cooks as I'd do for any charcoal or gas grill, once you know the hot spots you can move food around as needed. Food made in the WSM has a better smoke flavor, as expected, but I'll still use the pellet grill 80% of the time for weekdays or simpler meals.
Small issues so far: It suffers from the same pellet "air gap" my LG did, where the pellets can form an air pocket as they feed down into the auger. It hasn't totally failed to feed fuel, and I don't know if it will over time, but I'll keep my eye on it. The window seems silly, after only a few uses it's hard to see through. It will need to be cleaned often to see through it. It cleans off easily.
The lid does not feel secure at the hinges. I don't see any gaps at the closures. The shelves are smallish and a little janky, but hold enough weight. Wifi setup is pretty easy but the app is very confusing, at least to me, and I'm pretty technical.
The real test will be low and slow, I'm curious to see how well it holds a low temperature using the probes to get a real reading. I'll post some updates as I get more used to it.
At this point, I'm regretting not buying a higher end grill a little bit. But for the price I'm happy. If I didn't have a WSM I'd step it up, but I'll continue to use the WSM side by side with it. I'd buy it again over a gas grill any day.

TLDR: loving the Botox right now. 40ish year old female.
*****
I got Botox in my armpits about 2 weeks ago for hyperhidrosis. First time treatment. So far, this is my experience. I'll break it down by my treatment experience first. Then I'll break it down on how the outcomes affect my life.
Treatment Experience

• I have never had the worst hyperhidrosis, but enough that it affected my life (more on that later). It only really affects me in my armpits.
• I have visited GPs (GP = general practitioner) about this many times in the past, and they just prescribe me medical strength aluminum that I have to put on once a week. I have tried this a number of times during my life, and it was never effective. When I was 19 years old and tried this, I actually got red burns in my armpits that made me cry they were so painful. Reflecting back, I was probably putting it on too frequently.
• I am originally from the US, and have lived in 5 other countries. I moved to Italy about 1.5 years ago. I visited my GP and asked for a Botox prescription and he happily gave it to me after I described my experience. Though I have access to the public health care system in Italy, the wait times are very long. Like most people, I carry private health insurance as a result. I wanted my treatment before summer started, otherwise I would have had to wait until November for an appointment in the public system.
• My appointment was with a neurologist in Milan. The procedure took about 15 minutes. There were around 20 pokes in each armpit. I have a high pain tolerance. I would rate this a 2 or 3 out of 10. Very pokey. I just took some very measured breathing to calm myself through it.
• The cost was €340 without insurance. My insurance covers the procedure. I have Googled other procedures in other cities and at cosmetic clinics I can see it ranging from 700 to 1,000 for a treatment.
• My neurologist told me that I would feel the effects within 4 to 10 days, and that they should last anywhere between 4 to 9 months. Some people report the effects are gone by 2 months, but he cannot treat me again before 3 months otherwise I can develop antibodies to the procedure.
• I already felt the effects on days 2 and 3, and everything was definitely in full swing by day 4. More on the effects/outcomes next.
• My neurologist did tell me that hands are more painful but all of his patients come back for their repeat treatments because the outcomes are worth the pain. He also offered that if I get underboob sweat that he can treat me there too (I declined this first time).

Outcome Experience First take:

• I would say that my sweating has dropped by 90-95%.
• If I do sweat, it just has a more "normal" acceptable odor to it rather than being gagging rancid.
• I am still wearing deoderant for the 5-10% but I only need to apply once a day. And some days I forget to apply.
• Even if my insurance didn't cover this treatment, I would pay for it out of pocket. I would not visit a cosmetic clinic though because their prices are higher, I would simply visit a neurologist and pay out of pocket for the treatment there (which is what I do anyway, run the credit card and get reimbursed by my insurance company).
• I have not noticed any increased sweating anywhere else on my body, however summer really only just started so will be monitoring/journaling that one closely.

It is almost hard to have known how badly my sweating affected me until after the procedure. Some of my own reflections:

• Ghost Sweat/Smell and Anxiety/Panic: It's going to take me a long time to lose the sweating/smelling panic and anxiety. I have this almost phantom sweating now. I go about my day, I think I feel that I'm starting to sweat, then I panic about "oh gosh, now I'm out in public and I'm going to smell bad and my shirt will be ruined and I will have to change before I go to dinner later and darnit I should have brought my deoderant with me and yuck I hope no one can smell me right now and I'll just keep my arms squished down to tightly pack the smell in there until I get home". And then I do a sweat and smell check - and there is nothing. No wet stains. I smell absolutely fine.
• Wardrobe Options Unlocked: Pre-Botox I would say that I was very limited in wardrobe options. I bought/wore maybe 10% of the possible outfits that I would actually like to wear. Shopping freaking sucked. I would not buy any clothing tops or dresses that touched my armpits. Period. So all of my clothes were either tank tops with a kimono or other cover top I could easily swap out when it got too sweaty/stinky, or very loose t-shirts. Nothing form fitting, ever (except swimsuits and tank tops). Even tank tops I was very particular that the lower portion needed to dip as low as possible, I could not wear any tank tops where the arm pit was tight/touching. It's crazy to think of the wardrobe styles and colors that have been unlocked now.
  • One story I tell my friends was a few years ago I was speaking at a conference of around 100-150 attendees. This is a normal part of my job, I love public speaking and thrive on it. Even so, I will of course get a bit anxious in the 1 hour before I go on. For this specific conference, I had worked with my executive coach to buy a new top that had a pop of color - something memorable - in bright blue silk. Luckily I was staying at an Airbnb about a 10 minute walk away from the facility. After arriving in the morning, within 30 minutes I looked down and I was soaking wet through this bright blue silk blouse, with wide water marks. I was horrified at my rookie mistake. I immediately ran back to my Airbnb, changed into my dull frumpy black top and black sweater, and then ran back to do my speech/panel.
• Travel Packing: Holy heck now I realize how people can travel so light with just a backpack. They can re-wear most of their clothing. I have always needed to bring a lot of change of clothes. Not necessarily bottoms, but tops yes. Because even though I might have the ability to at least hand wash, it may take too long for them to dry before I need to wear them again. So I just pack a little bit more clothes to be safe. Just this last week I never had to do laundry and I was on a 10 day trip, and I re-wore every top I put on at least 2-3 times. Some clothes I never even wore because I didn't need to. I have unlocked so much more possibility for traveling light.
• Cute Airport Looks: I am a person that believes you should look nice when you travel, and since you never know who you are going to meet then you should look your best to be ready for such random encounters. But, I never got to be that person because of my sweating. "Travel Day" (arrival and departure) was always just planned around the outfit that would make me sweat/smell the least. I wouldn't even bother putting on makeup because I felt gross and wet and stinky anyway so why bother? Usually by the time I got to the airport, I was already wet and smelly from going up and down stairs and taking public transportation, just trying to hide it for my flight until I could change and reapply deoderant. But now? I can look cute when I travel. Today I hauled my suitcase to the airport, flew home to Italy from the Netherlands, with no sweat and no smell. I'm really looking forward to finally being able to "dress cute" at the airport and feel confident in myself.
• Intimacy: Pre-Botox I would make my outfit and dating choices around my sweating. I would have to really analyze the situation, the weather, whether we would be sitting outdoors or indoors or in air conditioning or not, if he had air conditioning at his home or not, all to determine whether or not I would go home with him. All of that anxiety about sweating/smelling meant that intimacy was never spontaneous, always planned, which I hate. Additionally, if the stars did align for something spontaneous (perfect outfit choices for the setting) then if I got to his home and realized I didn't have any deoderant with me I would check his bathroom cabinet for spray deoderant. If I found spray deoderant that I could use to top up before getting sexy and to top up again in the morning, then I would stay over. If not, I would leave and go home. Another example of one my crutches: I would always stink in the morning so I would try my best to wake up before him, run to the bathroom and apply deoderant, and then come back to bed before any morning intimacy began.

Overall, 10 out of 10 will get the procedure done again when the effects have worn off.

P2 and I are looking to fly business class from Texas to Amsterdam or Paris either in the last week of May 2025, or in June 2025. I have 160k Capital One miles to use for this flight. Our closest airport is AUS, but we have also been looking at IAH and DFW, as we are within a few hours of driving distance to those airports.
I have been checking Flying Blue every day for those elusive 50,000 point business class seats on either KLM or Air France, but it seems like points costs for all of the business class tickets from any Texas airport are extremely high for when I’m looking. I also know United has a direct flight from IAH to AMS that I could maybe book through Aeroplan, but this will not even be bookable for a few more weeks.
However, I saw that Iberia has decent availability on the DFW-MAD flights for 42,500 points each at the beginning of June. My thinking is that we could book this, spend a night in Madrid, then take a cheap economy flight to our final destination the next day.
My question is do you all think I should wait and see if I can book with Air France, KLM, or United when they become affordable/available, or should I just go with what’s available with Iberia?

Doc

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1drliqbcYAdIyft-egYkVGFynN45qSN3veXpRahBMpTM/edit?usp=sharing

Credit to Omega11 Fox2 - sadly, nothing for Emmeria

Loc differences (General)

• It's "Estovakian Federation" all over - note the 連邦(renpō) at the end of each first part
• Instead of "Anean Continental War," it's "Emmerian-Estovakian War" or "war with Emmeria"
• Also, perhaps because context clues, some mentions of "Estovakian Civil War" エストバキア内戦時(Esutobakia naisen) are reduced to just "civil war" or "war"
• Subject names are either completely replaced by pronouns or outright reduced to given/surnames (eg. "Ilya Pasternak" becomes just "Pasternak," "Toscha Mijasik" to just "Toscha," and so on)

Loc differences (Strigon)

• Voychek was just "wounded" (JP), no "critically" adjective. No mention is made of his inability to fly either
• "Quickly registered" is an EN addition in Toscha's record. Also, important distinction

EN: He has since become the surviving voice of the Strigon legacy.
JP: He later became the voice of Strigon Team’s war history as a firsthand witness. (当事者としてシュトリゴン隊の戦歴を後に伝える存在になった。)

• Strigon 3 (Karlo Bogdanovic)'s standoffish nature is left ambiguous as to whether it caused the friction - the key is たらしいが(Tarashīga). "Squad victories" from "significant military results" also
• Federiko Jarni (Strigon 5) is dead, unambiguous in JP - 亡き(Naki). Also, "mentor" vs. "indispensible mentor"
• Franz Leko the new Strigon 4, a badass night hunter there
• Ilya the true badass, never taking a single hit beforehand

EN: A born ace with an untarnished record, he died a valiant death while engaging the Garuda Team over Gracemeria so that his 12 team members could escape.
JP: An exceptional air combatant to the point of never taking a hit, but during the decisive battle in Gracemeria, he intended to allow his 12 team members to escape. He died valiantly in battle engaging the Garuda Team as a diversion. (天才的な空戦技術を持ち、その実力は一度も被弾経験が無いほどだったが、グレースメリアの決戦において僚機12機の脱出を企図。陽動のためガルーダ隊と交戦し、壮絶な戦死を遂げた。)

• Cheshenko mastered every air force failings, not just "every major enemy air force," and by a narrow term respects Pasternak's leadership
• Yaroslav Deryagin the "rare moderate/rather calm-mannered and good-natured man amongst the otherwise individualistic/fiery Vampire Team"

Loc differences (Aces)

• Lyes United Front (LUF) in JP is said to be army-dominated. Also, Edinorog/Mihajlo Mesic's squadron is said to be near-annihilated.

EN: Having been recognized for his ability to quickly identify and terminate the enemy chain of command, the outbreak of the Anean Continental War saw him reassigned as a bomber escort.
JP: After the civil war, he was entrusted with bomber escort missions for his ability to identify enemy attack focuses. The Emmerian-Estovakian War saw his participate in the bombing mission of Vitoze on Khesed Island to destroy nearly defeated Emmeria’s resistance strongholds. (内戦終結後は、敵の攻撃の焦点を見極める戦局眼を買われ爆撃機護衛の任務を主とする。エメリアエストバキア戦争において、敗色明らかなエメリア軍の抵抗拠点を破壊すべくケセド島ヴィトーツェ市の爆撃作戦に参加。)

• JP states that Zoran "Drakon" Mikulanec's hometown had a powerful LUF tank brigade - "powerful" was deleted. No "callousness" either. Furthermore, bro held out alone at Sipli Field
• "Strongest Naval Squadron" 最強の海軍航空部隊(Saikyō no kaigun kōkū butai) was modulated into "Deadliest"
• Ozren Milos/Kentavr's key usage of agile jets for that tactic is omitted in EN. Less important, but the JP specified what kinda assignment at Bartolomeo did he get - air superiority obviously and working with Ack Ack
• Dragan Panadic/Oryol did more than just attack cities, he napalmed them

EN: During the initial phases of the war, he was a member of the Independent Tariff Federation. However, after being integrated into the Lyes United Front, he gained notoriety for leading countless attacks on enemy cities.
JP: Initially part of the "Independent Tariff Federation" armed group, he was later integrated into the Lyes United Front and set aflame countless cities of enemy armed groups. (内戦当初は武装勢力「自主関税同盟」所属であったが、リエース派統一戦線に併合された後に、敵対する各武装勢力の都市を幾度となく戦火に包んだ。)

• Dictator Dvornik's little girl Irena/Vega has "super aces" スーパーエース(Sūpāēsu) mentioned - really spicy
• Gunther KleibeDzhoker's mystery squad has no "fighter squadron" in JP. Also, his being a Mr. X is unambiguous

EN: During the civil war, he is rumored to have run many clandestine operations including the destruction of a western army supply base. Further details remain undetermined; however, data analysis has led to the hypothesis that he may have served as the leader of an unidentified fighter squadron.
JP: During the civil war, he is rumored to have destroyed a western army supply base, but details are undetermined, and his role as the leader of a mysterious flight squadron has led to much hypothesis. (内戦時は、西部の陸軍補給基地を壊滅させるなど活躍したと言われるが詳細は不明で、謎の飛行部隊隊長として様々な憶測を呼んだ。)

• "Island Coalition base"...or "fortress (要塞(Yōsai))?" Also, goodbye, Rusalka Team - there's no modifier for "near-total annihilation," it's just 壊滅(Kaimetsu; destruction)
• Riedel's engineers also exported tactics, and their Circum-Pacific WaBelkan Conflict origins are mentioned here
• It's just "head of state" slandering with Jakov "Oblako" Vabec, no "former" modifier
• Adalbert "Rytsary" Radic had the highest casualty rate
• Miljan Zrinski/Flyuger was specified to be south Estovakian - finally, some distinction

Doc

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1drliqbcYAdIyft-egYkVGFynN45qSN3veXpRahBMpTM/edit?usp=sharing

Credit to Omega11 Fox2 - sadly, nothing for Emmeria

Loc differences (General)

• It's "Estovakian Federation" all over - note the 連邦(renpō) at the end of each first part
• Instead of "Anean Continental War," it's "Emmerian-Estovakian War" or "war with Emmeria"
• Also, perhaps because context clues, some mentions of "Estovakian Civil War" エストバキア内戦時(Esutobakia naisen) are reduced to just "civil war" or "war"
• Subject names are either completely replaced by pronouns or outright reduced to given/surnames (eg. "Ilya Pasternak" becomes just "Pasternak," "Toscha Mijasik" to just "Toscha," and so on)

Loc differences (Strigon)

• Voychek was just "wounded" (JP), no "critically" adjective. No mention is made of his inability to fly either
• "Quickly registered" is an EN addition in Toscha's record. Also, important distinction

EN: He has since become the surviving voice of the Strigon legacy.
JP: He later became the voice of Strigon Team’s war history as a firsthand witness. (当事者としてシュトリゴン隊の戦歴を後に伝える存在になった。)

• Strigon 3 (Karlo Bogdanovic)'s standoffish nature is left ambiguous as to whether it caused the friction - the key is たらしいが(Tarashīga). "Squad victories" from "significant military results" also
• Federiko Jarni (Strigon 5) is dead, unambiguous in JP - 亡き(Naki). Also, "mentor" vs. "indispensible mentor"
• Franz Leko the new Strigon 4, a badass night hunter there
• Ilya the true badass, never taking a single hit beforehand

EN: A born ace with an untarnished record, he died a valiant death while engaging the Garuda Team over Gracemeria so that his 12 team members could escape.
JP: An exceptional air combatant to the point of never taking a hit, but during the decisive battle in Gracemeria, he intended to allow his 12 team members to escape. He died valiantly in battle engaging the Garuda Team as a diversion. (天才的な空戦技術を持ち、その実力は一度も被弾経験が無いほどだったが、グレースメリアの決戦において僚機12機の脱出を企図。陽動のためガルーダ隊と交戦し、壮絶な戦死を遂げた。)

• Cheshenko mastered every air force failings, not just "every major enemy air force," and by a narrow term respects Pasternak's leadership
• Yaroslav Deryagin the "rare moderate/rather calm-mannered and good-natured man amongst the otherwise individualistic/fiery Vampire Team"

Loc differences (Aces)

• Lyes United Front (LUF) in JP is said to be army-dominated. Also, Edinorog/Mihajlo Mesic's squadron is said to be near-annihilated.

EN: Having been recognized for his ability to quickly identify and terminate the enemy chain of command, the outbreak of the Anean Continental War saw him reassigned as a bomber escort.
JP: After the civil war, he was entrusted with bomber escort missions for his ability to identify enemy attack focuses. The Emmerian-Estovakian War saw his participate in the bombing mission of Vitoze on Khesed Island to destroy nearly defeated Emmeria’s resistance strongholds. (内戦終結後は、敵の攻撃の焦点を見極める戦局眼を買われ爆撃機護衛の任務を主とする。エメリアエストバキア戦争において、敗色明らかなエメリア軍の抵抗拠点を破壊すべくケセド島ヴィトーツェ市の爆撃作戦に参加。)

• JP states that Zoran "Drakon" Mikulanec's hometown had a powerful LUF tank brigade - "powerful" was deleted. No "callousness" either. Furthermore, bro held out alone at Sipli Field
• "Strongest Naval Squadron" 最強の海軍航空部隊(Saikyō no kaigun kōkū butai) was modulated into "Deadliest"
• Ozren Milos/Kentavr's key usage of agile jets for that tactic is omitted in EN. Less important, but the JP specified what kinda assignment at Bartolomeo did he get - air superiority obviously and working with Ack Ack
• Dragan Panadic/Oryol did more than just attack cities, he napalmed them

EN: During the initial phases of the war, he was a member of the Independent Tariff Federation. However, after being integrated into the Lyes United Front, he gained notoriety for leading countless attacks on enemy cities.
JP: Initially part of the "Independent Tariff Federation" armed group, he was later integrated into the Lyes United Front and set aflame countless cities of enemy armed groups. (内戦当初は武装勢力「自主関税同盟」所属であったが、リエース派統一戦線に併合された後に、敵対する各武装勢力の都市を幾度となく戦火に包んだ。)

• Dictator Dvornik's little girl Irena/Vega has "super aces" スーパーエース(Sūpāēsu) mentioned - really spicy
• Gunther KleibeDzhoker's mystery squad has no "fighter squadron" in JP. Also, his being a Mr. X is unambiguous

EN: During the civil war, he is rumored to have run many clandestine operations including the destruction of a western army supply base. Further details remain undetermined; however, data analysis has led to the hypothesis that he may have served as the leader of an unidentified fighter squadron.
JP: During the civil war, he is rumored to have destroyed a western army supply base, but details are undetermined, and his role as the leader of a mysterious flight squadron has led to much hypothesis. (内戦時は、西部の陸軍補給基地を壊滅させるなど活躍したと言われるが詳細は不明で、謎の飛行部隊隊長として様々な憶測を呼んだ。)

• "Island Coalition base"...or "fortress (要塞(Yōsai))?" Also, goodbye, Rusalka Team - there's no modifier for "near-total annihilation," it's just 壊滅(Kaimetsu; destruction)
• Riedel's engineers also exported tactics, and their Circum-Pacific WaBelkan Conflict origins are mentioned here
• It's just "head of state" slandering with Jakov "Oblako" Vabec, no "former" modifier
• Adalbert "Rytsary" Radic had the highest casualty rate
• Miljan Zrinski/Flyuger was specified to be south Estovakian - finally, some distinction

New to air frying and got the Big Boss Air Fryer. So far I like it, but still learning how to use it. I am trying to make french fries and minimize oil. The manual recommends using the mesh basket so the light olive oil coating you apply on the frys will drip off (reducing calories) as it cooks. However, I do not like this mesh basket, I honestly do not believe it is stainless steel, it looks like some cheap metal that is spray painted to look silvery and dont want to cook my food on it.
Has any one replaced their Big Boss mesh basket with a higher quality stainless steel basket?

I booked a flight on Cheapoair. The departure is December 24th and the return is December 29th. The whole itinerary is through one airline called Latham airlines. The flight numbers are LA 6401, LA 8181, LA 8032, LA 8035, LA 8164 The flight departs from Boston and the final destination is Buenos Aires Argentina. The problem is there is a layover in Sao Paulo that is only 1 hour and 20 minutes. I have talked to them about changing it but it would be very expensive. Even though it is all on the same airline they will cancel me if I miss a connection. Should I keep the flight or bite the cost.

Hi there, one of the many questions that I’m sure has been asked for the millionth time…has anyone experienced flights cancellations/delays since this new schedule/airplane co. has begun, for direct flights to Terceira?? Mentally preparing myself for any occurrence. Personally, I’ve not had any issues, considering I’ve been flying direct to Terceira 30+ years. But, I’ve not been back in a couple of years & would like to get some feedback on current situation. Thanks so much!!

I have a booking for a flight from Toronto to Brisbane with a 4hr layover in Vancouver on Sunday, June 16. When I was checking on the flight statuses, I can't seem to find AC 35 (YVR - BNE) ever flying on Sundays.
It's as if the flight doesn't exist, but I have a booking confirmation and have selected seats for this date (other seats have been choosen by others as well) and I can still go to Air Canada and book this flight. On June 8th I was able to start a booking at flight from YVR - BNE for June 9th, but now it's gone.
Has anyone experienced this? Is there actually a flight? Air Canada Customer Support says that since I can book it, it exists.
Thanks