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So, we as a family of four have decided to downsize a four bedroom house into a 40 ft. T.T. on our family's land to save money and move towards a homesteading lifestyle within the next three years. Instead of paying an egregious amount in rent, we're going to put that back to buy a homestead/farm. I'm an experienced camper as I grew up camping each weekend, but how can I help make the transition for my hubby and two kiddos easier. We fully plan on building tiny houses on the farm land once we get it, so this is essentially an experiment if that lifestyle is meant for us. We aren't very materialistic by nature, but my youngest has those tendencies. Lol I, like many other millennial parents, have decided that too much screen time is slowly poisoning (obvs hyperbole here) my kiddos and I'm ready to move them to a more peaceful, less stressful lifestyle. Any advice on how to make the transition easier (all family members are excited for this change and are ready to make it), or on how to make the living space more functional. I've been watching tons of tiktoks on full-time RV-ing already as a starting point. Thanks!!

Hello all.
I’m 22 and in the process of looking for a purchasing a house with me and my two friends. Our ultimate goal is to buy a home that needs minimal improvements/cosmetics to flip.
Looking to live there 3 maybe more years then sell for a profit and work our way up to doing real house flipping.
My question isn’t about the flipping aspect but about the home and general living aspect itself.
What’s there that I should be looking for when touring a home?
Anything I should know ahead of time about owning a home? i.e. home buying process/taxes.
And just general advice for a first time home buyer.
Any and all advice is welcomed and appreciated.

asalamalakum! ive been seeking immediate guidance. ive resorted to the Internet because my local masjid is over an hour away and cannot go alone (my parents are somewhat strict on that)
anyways, I've been needing ways to help me in regards to someone who has used black magic on my family. ill give a description as to what happened, so one can tell me how I can remove my house of this curse, but also the one that appears to be on me.
this is quite a long story, so buckle in
in summer 2021 my mother met a woman who was searching for financial support. my mother who is charitable (and honestly the best mother I could ever ask for) decided to help. we didn't know much about the woman, aside her family was in unfortunate circumstances regarding money. they eventually became friends, and the woman offered to give us a kitten in regards, which we accepted since ive been searching for a kitten to adopt for a while. we ended up visiting her home and the cats were adorable, I was too oblivious however to notice odd remarks about the woman. she never used mashallah, subhanallah or inshallah, or any sort of common graceful language. instead most of her remarks seemed envyful. always angry or sorr of passive aggressive. she made "jokes" telling my mom to breakup with my dad, or she wanted to take me and my brother as her child. i passed it off however, going along with her statement that these were simply "jokes".
soon after, my parents decided they needed to go visit family for urgent matters abroad. this meant me and my siblings needed somewhere to stay that had a responsible adult. this turned out to be that woman's house. it felt remarkably stressful, there were constant fights between her kids and my siblings, most of them spurring out of nowhere. i noticed another commodity though. for background context, my family is highly financially stable or what you would consider higher end of the middle class, so my mother gave me a card loaded with money just to take care of my siblings and do a grocery shop for the woman. the woman would constantly ask to borrow the money for items that were insanely unnecessary and went against my parents wills. i didnt notice this at the time, but looking back (and having a brief recording on my brothers phone) If I ever disregarded or said no, the woman's lips seem to speak in tongue very quietly, I know arabic but whatever she was saying did NOT sound like arabic and suddenly... I felt the need to allow her to use the money for (such unnecessary things).
£600 left from my parents. £500+ taken from the woman herself. none of it felt like it was even my decision. my siblings were just as confused. i ultimately thought that well, she was extremely financially unstable - so I felt charitable too! of course, I didn't know this woman was some magician at the time. we ended up adopting the kitten from her once my parents back and went home. the kitten was... interesting at best. wrecking parts of our home, being highly mischievous but was undoubted extremely kind just to me. for everyone else, she was calm, but at times aggressive - but to me it felt like we had the closest of bond. i became insanely attached to her.
skip forward to July 2022. my mom and the woman are best friends! again, we had 0 awareness that she was a magician. she came over to our house for a week - my mom however had underlying suspicion and just to be safe, made sure not to reveal our address to her and drove her over. anyways - she came over and the most ridiculous and weirdest of anomalies occurred. I'll summarise them, but essentially - she seemed to envy our family. it felt weird, but me and my mother both noticed it. she always talked about how she "wished" to have our washing machine, "wished" to have our family dynamic, "wished" to have our house. okay.. this is normal.. I mean.. it would make sense.. right..?
our home has been completely normal forever, but out of nowhere - there is an ant and flies infestation in our kitchen out of nowhere. the woman seemed unphased at it, often smiling whilst me and my family were in panic trying to figure out how this happened. she said that "she will handle it" and sprayed some sort of liquid, we didn't know what it was - and once again whispering something that was not arabic, it was just tongue speaking... and then the infestation was gone. we also found out the woman was taking pictures of everyone in our family. often when we are sleeping and just walking about. we also found out she slept for every day of ramadan and wasn't really fasting. we didn't know the length or truth of that though.
After she went, my mom and I was left with weird... underlying thoughts. just suspicions until the breakpoint. the grand reveal, may you say. my mom and the woman ended up having a fight because my mom refused to hand the woman money, and the woman decided to reveal she is a magician, as well revealing her lineage (her mom, grandmother etc..) are magicians, swearing to "ruin" and "take" everything from us. her intentions was to take my dad and both me and my sister away from my mom, and sworn to "take us down" financially etc. this left my mom completely broken and betrayed. I felt nothing but anger. i was not scared of whatever she was going to send us. i was furious and wished that things could be different..
I personally had a feeling that everything she said was not true. I'll be honest, i was gaslighting myself to believe that - until the worst thing that could've happen started to occur. This is the sort of "Part 2" of the situation.
Every Friday, we wash clothes as well as Monday- but that's beside the point. Every single Friday, we noticed one or two of the clothes, mainly shirts that have sleeves, would come out with it tied together in a knot with a black bobble. It looked like a human did it - it was no washing machine fault. Again, this only happened every single Friday. This never happened to any of my 2 littlers clothes. Just me, my sister, my brother and my parents. This happened every single Friday and after seeking some guidance, we learnt it was work of black magic and/or Jinn. We learned the type, which was shaitaini Jinn, because it never happened during Ramadan. It still happens to this day, but we only wash on Friday if its urgent, we switched to Thursday - but when we do.. it happens. We don't wish to know what it means, but i wish to ask you all if you know any sort of way to remove this curse.
Furthermore, I feel like I've been affected tremendously worse. I am not scared of Jinn. I swore that I would stay brave and know that Allah swt would always protect me because he loves me and I love him, but I've been starting to feel wrong.. as if i was going crazy. At every waking moment, i always have thoughts of Jinn in my head. It feels like poison. I always recognise and ask myself "why am I thinking of this?" and I started to drift away from religion. I was constantly always thinking about it, and it feels like a mix of sadness, madness and anger. The woman's face constantly appears in my mind and it disgusts me. The thoughts of Jinn constantly invades my mind and strengthens this sort of fear. I don't like it. i feel like I'm going insane, I constantly check my surroundings and im always always aware when I'm in my house that there can be Jinn. I've been constantly listening for noises, checking positions of objects and consistently worried about if there's possibly one in me. Oh, further update. The cat is gone, we don't know where it is - but we know its far away. But i still feel like I have a strong connection to it. A strong strong emotional connection to it. We found out the Sehr was done on that cat - most likely - or that cat is a Jinn itself. I'm never not thinking about the cat, and it was again only affectionate about me but no one else. We took that cat from the woman.
I need assistance and guidance. I feel like I'm going mad and the only one in my family who is desperate to repair all of this. if anyone requires some sort of photo evidence of that washing machine thing, I will send it to you.
Thank you..

So I have been living with my parents in an attempt to save money for a house here in Tucson. However, over the past year it seems as if housing prices are increasing along with interest rates. The money I’ve saved doesn’t seem to put a dent in the increased price. I’m about to just give up and start renting- but rental prices are also sky high. What should I do? Is there any hope for housing prices going down here? Should I just give up and rent or stick it out?

Long story short, I got a shitty diagnosis a couple weeks ago and after talking things through with my doctor & parents, the best decision right now would probably be for me to move back to my birth country so I can access better healthcare & support from my family.
I spoke to an avian vet last night about the moving process and it's fairly straightforward—I can even quarantine them at home. My concern right now is with my sun conure. I rescued him a year ago from a hoarding situation where he was being kept uncaged in some guy's disgusting basement with eight other birds (including an umbrella too who nearly killed him). According to his leg band, he was an ex-breeder bird and he was absolutely feral. I took him in with the intention of moving him into an aviary once he was healthy, but he bonded with me so well I ended up getting an indoor aviary and hand-taming him.
He's adjusted really well and is a huge sweetheart, but he's obviously still very timid and neurotic. He loves me, tolerates my partner and hates literally everybody else. And yes, he's ear-splittingly loud. His default way to communicate is screaming. It doesn't bother me, but I am acutely aware of how problematic it might be when we suddenly have to share a house with my parents for at least a year. I also won't have room to keep him in an indoor aviary anymore, and I'm not sure how well he'll adjust to being kept in a flight cage, even if I give him as much time as possible out everyday. An outdoor aviary unfortunately isn't an option.
I am seriously considering rehoming him and only bringing my other conure with me. If I do, it'll be to someone with an aviary of sun conures, and I'll view the place in person to make sure it's a good home. But I can't shake the fear that I'll have no control over what happens to him and he'll just be rehomed again and again until he eventually ends up somewhere awful. I also gave myself the condition before I got my first bird that if I really wanted to own one, it would be for life and I wouldn't contribute to the cycle of rehoming. I realize it's probably irrational given the circumstances but I feel like a massive failure. I love him so much and I don't want to put him through even more trauma, but neither option feels right.

How would someone underage, 15, cope with toxic parents? background Information: I’m 15 the oldest amongst 3 siblings ages 7, 9, and 2. I clean the house do everyone’s laundry, feed everyone (the kids), bathe them, teach them, help them with homework, help if they get hurt, watch them 24/7. While I do all this I still get my schoolwork done. I get yelled at by my unequaled mother when I “parent” her children because she doesn’t know how. She drinks every night along with my step dad but he’s okay. He helps me as much as he can and tells me he loves me when I feel down. But the con of him is that he will do anything to make my mother not get angry at him and keep peace. No matter who gets hurt or who feels depressed it doesn’t matter. My mom always gets put first. She doesn’t cook us Dinner, doesn’t clean, doesn’t tell us she loves us, doesn’t do anything a mother should do, she has dad sleep on the couch at times, gets tipsy and turns 10x worse. She’s broken multiple TVs and has said such awful things to me and my sister and step father. She LOVES my youngest sister 7 and doesn’t discipline her at ALL. She will just blame my other sister 9 for her doings and call her a “psycho” “weird” “crazy” “you need help” “shut up” she legit argues with a 9 year old. And I get caught in the middle trying to help but then my mom yells at me saying I’m no parent I don’t know. Bitch please, I’ve been the parent since I was 9. I love my little brother with all my heart and never want to leave him till he’s at least 7 or 9. I take care of him like he’s my son along everyone else. They all call me mom and I get why. I really have been wanting to kill my self and harm myself and just disappear from this place. But I think of my siblings and I can’t leave them. I also need to finish school. I just don’t know how to hang in there. I use a rubber band to slap on my wrist which helps let me not burst out at my mom or run away. I put my headphones in and just cancel out. I feel like I’m way more mature than my mother. When I tried telling her how I felt she just yelled at me and said “your a spoiled little brat I don’t do anything to you!” So ya, it’s hard to get a manipulative Narcissist Toxic alcoholic person to Hear you out. I get so angry when I see my mom happy and laughing with my dad and the kids. Like how can someone laugh and be happy when you put us ALL through hell. She never needs to lift and finger just when she wants to buy the whole world. I just wish she was gone and I truly deeply hate her. Someone who has been through this please give me advice to hang in there and not be like her? Thank you. There’s so much more I could have said but this should be enough.

Side note: I've added a password, so read carefully. If you message me WITHOUT the password, your messages are automatically IGNORED. tired of getting hit up with people who don't read 😒. It's ridiculous cause I've ignored 5+ chats cause none of them contained the password. Things are written for a reason.
Facts about me:

• I have been roleplaying since 2012. Yes, I got experience under my belt, and yes, my ideas usually have really long reads, but don't let that scare you off! After the starter is off, I may lower myself down to a decent paragraph or two, sometimes three! It all depends on what I've got to work with.
  
• My timezone is EST. I'm awake from 9am - 2am and I'm usually free unless I'm busy doing house chores, out of the house, asleep, or playing video games on my switch. I'm usually become REALLY active at or around 8pm.
  

Rules:
1: if you don't like 50/50 mixture of sex scenes and story, don't bother hopping into my inbox. I'm fine with sex scenes, but when it's constantly back to back, the roleplay itself gets boring.
2: Be literate. No one liners. I like to write..it's annoying when I send a 2-3 paragraph response and I get 3 lines...just...no. I am not accepting people who are just starting out! If you aren't experienced in writing or roleplaying, kindly stay out of my inbox.
3: Be okay with playing canon characters. I'm mainly doing fandom roleplays right now and it's going to be Canon x my oc. No, I'm not doing double ups. Do not even ask, because the answer will be no every time. I do not give a shit if you think that makes me 'lazy' or 'selfish', if you've got a problem, you can simply ignore or block me. Commenting on my post to bitch and whine about me not doubling up will only result in me blocking you. The ONLY time I'll double up, and if I'm confident enough, I'll only do female characters. I suck at males. Got a problem? Not my issue. Block and move on.
4: Roleplay in third person. I can't and won't adapt to first. Don't even bring up the idea of you playing first person and me playing third. Believe it or not, I've been asked this twice and that is just a hell no for me. The only time I do first, is when I'm writing into my book.
5: if you don't know how to share ideas, then don't bother messaging me. I'm tired of carrying the story when the other person doesn't help. If you've got ideas, then PLEASE speak up! Your opinion on the roleplay matters too! I'm an easy going person, and easy to get along with (dispite my rules).
6: DO NOT control my character. I control what she says, does, hears, sees, ect. I don't control yours, so don't control mine. HOWEVER, if it's highly necessary and needed, then run it by me first and ask me. Just leave me some wiggle room so I can make a decent response. Failure to comply by this rule, results in immediate drop of the rp.
End Note:
Yes, I've updated my rules just a tad. I do not care if it makes me sound mean or rude, because I'm neither of these things. I'm just tired of putting these rules down for a specific reason and they go ignored because I can tell when someone hasn't read them, and lied about it. I'm just trying to get my point across and roleplay. I'm a very easy going person who loves to make friends on the side (which I've somewhat given up on making friends...only a selective few have actually gained my friendship).
Do not hop into my inbox with a simple 'hey' 'hi' 'sup', etc and for God's sake, don't message me with a 'rp?'and proceed me to flash me with your talliwhacker. I promise you, you'll get your feelings hurt and I'll be here laughing at ya 😂. Nobody wants a peen on their screen. Do not send me an image of your one eyed noodle. Thank you. The password is pineapple.
Fandoms & Pairings
Deadpool (Wade x my oc)
The Adam's family
Pokemon ((MAYBE. Don't be nasty about it either!))
Bridgerton (or something like it. Can be Oc x Oc)
Disney Decedent's (or anything Disney) (oc x oc)
Orange is the new black (this can be oc x oc).
Criminal Minds (REALLY wanna do)
Marvel:
Loki x my oc
Spiderman (Tom Holland) x my oc
Dog The Bounty Hunter (REALLY wanna do):
Dog Chapman x my oc
The walking dead (REALLY wanna do!!):
Daryl X my oc
Batman x my oc
Lucifer (Netflix show series) x my oc (really wanna do)
The Originals: Klaus x my oc (PLEASE !! I REALLY wanna do this one!)
American Horror Story: Tate x my oc (REALLY wanna do)
Dragon Ball Z - Super (vegeta x my oc) (really wanna do)
Naruto: Minato x my oc
Harry Potter (thanks to the wonderful world of rp, the characters will be 18 or older. For me, I'd like it if it was Draco x my oc. REALLY wanna do)
Game Of Thrones (I'm still very early in the show, but I think we could think of something!)
Once Upon A Time:
killian x my oc, REALLY wanna do 🥺.
Avatar the last Airbender:
Zuko x my oc
Twilight:
Jacob x my oc
(Course, our version will be alot better than the movies).
If any of these interests you, message me!
End note part 2:
Congratulations! You've made it to the end. Still interested? You've got the password. Message me and let's get started 😁.

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Hi, I have had this problem for a while where these wasps(dark colored with legs that hang down quite a ways when they fly) get inside my house. The nest is inside a rectangular lamp on the outside wall of the bedroom on a deck. I live in US in Connecticut. Would putting a plastic bag filled with pesticide over the lamp and tapping it shut work? If so what pesticide should I use. The house is ours. One person wanted to try to just spray down the inside of the lamp post but I don't think that would be a good idea as it has a high risk of a swarm. Any help is appreciated. Thanks.

Hi Everyone,
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I live in a suburban, somewhat rural area of NY about 45 minutes outside NYC, with a notoriously difficult town building department. I have a giant (6 car) attached garage, the large part of which we plan to finish and make into a nice large den. I know people who have gone through the town permitting process only to be punished for being honest. I want to bypass the town and sneakily do the garage. But the garage side of the house (side) is pretty visible from the street, so if we were to remove garage doors and build exterior walls, basically everyone who walks our street (a lot of people) would see it. We haven't been reported before for building our shed, or the other interior work we've done (including plenty of outdoor wood cuts, so very obvious).
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Should we try to sneak it by the town and just go for it- and try to complete the exterior walls replacing the garage doors in as little time as possible (one day?). We'd save thousands and thousands in increased tax costs (we're expecting approximately $3500/year in raised taxes for adding finished square footage) and avoid the inevitable endless headaches dealing with the town building department.
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Is this at all realistic or no?

So my FIL has been treacherous over the past 11 years that I’ve been married to his son. My mother lives in another city a few hours away. The children and I went to visit her for a few days without my SO due to his work obligations. When we returned, our DS was experiencing really bad allergies. FIL called to talk to DS and said ‘every time you go visit “said city & family” you all come back sick. Your mother had you swimming everyday and being around sick kids. That’s just great’. No need for him to say such passive aggressive things to a young child that are completely untrue. DS and the other children weren’t sick. No one in my family we visited was sick. The children are in a way more positive environment visiting my mother than they are at the ILs house. And I know FIL said something similar to my SO because he made a comment about the children being sick. I snapped at SO and told him that both him and his father are nuts and that only DS was having allergies because he hadn’t taken his medicine in a few days. I also reminded SO that DS is in contact with kids at school and at sports practices after school. 😡 I hardly visit my mother so when I do why is it such an issue??

He says he talked to a lawyer and won't even bother for physical custody, just visitation. And pay some support.
I talked with my lawyer today.
He (lawyer) says we will put in a provisional for support now, and have the kids 14 and 16 talk to the judge about their wishes...
They don't want to go to AP house to see him. I won't force them, but I won't keep them from him.
He keeps telling me he sell the house but my lawyer says he can't sell it until the divorce is final and he can't sell it to his polycule.
I trust my lawyer, but I thought he was a man who would want his kids more. I thought he was a man who wanted to be a father and that our kids were important to him.
I can't get the kids in therapy fast enough.

Day 1. I guess no one is ever going to read this. I’m not even sure if this is being recorded… somewhere. The Internet has been down since all this started. Is there still a cloud? I found this laptop, but it doesn’t work like any computer I’ve used before. I don’t even know if this is a real notepad app.
What the fuck is “vim”?
Sorry… I’ve never written a diary before. I’m not used to having enough time to keep a diary.
Looks like I spoke too soon. Another explosion…
Day 2. Something weird happened last night. I’m trying not to think about it. There's one other person at the shelter here, Merlin. He smokes a lot of cigarettes, basically all the time.
Day 3. Taking inventory. I managed to get into one of the houses on the outskirts of town last night. Mostly I snuck through, only had to take one down with a pointy stick. It was a kid... I got in through an open window, tied a sheet around my shoulders, and stuffed in everything I could before running back.
I feel a little like a hoarder going over things like this, but these are now my only posessions in the world, so I’d better keep track of them:

• Two permanent markers
• A hammer and screwdriver
• A fresh T-shirt and some socks
• Three small cola bottles and a can of beer
• Some cheese, dried beans, and bread
  At this rate, the plastic water bottles in the shelter will run out in two days.
  

Day 4. Saw a weird dog today.
Day 5. The blue house on the corner has bugs in the basement. Big, mean bugs. Hulking, skittering roaches that screamed bloody murder…
What is happening?
I managed to get out and shut the door, so I wrote a note on the door just in case some unlucky soul stumbles on it later.
Day 6. Found a motorcycle and managed to get it back to the shelter without dying. That might come in handy.
Day 7. If this is the apocalypse, it's surprisingly routine already. I wile away the daylight reading comic books and survival manuals so I can sneak into the city at night. I break into a house, tie a makeshift sling from some curtains and scoop whatever looks useful or edible into it. I always bring some gallon jugs in my walkabout bag to fill with water to boil from their heaters and toilet basins. I usually have to kill and scrap with at least five of them per night. Sometimes it gets bad and I have to take out my pistol. When I get home, I take an aspirin, disinfect and bandage my wounds, reload my pistol magazines, write in here and go to bed.
Day 12. Ever had a pickle and spam sandwich? Nowhere near as bad as you might expect. Better than starving to death, that’s for sure. Tonight I’m washing it down with some room-temperature beer, celebrating my first week.
Day 13. I woke up to one of them on top of me today. Another fucking corpse for the pit out back. I think they can smell us. One of them got Merlin pretty bad, but he’s just standing outside where it happened smoking. He won’t say anything to me. I ripped up some curtains and dipped them in some bleach I found in the basement to dress the wounds… he’s really bleeding a lot.
Day 15. Saw the dog again. It was blurry, like a nightmare on an old VHS tape.
Day 19. They swarmed me today. I might need to get out of here at some point. I’ve been making an inventory of all the surrounding vehicles. Most are out of gas or otherwise inoperable.
Day 20. It took me an hour of fiddling in the pitch dark, but I managed to hotwire a sports car with all four wheels and some fuel still in the tank. Something came over me as I started driving it back to the shelter, though. I turned on the headlights, and I saw four or five of them, just walking around the street. They all turned to me, and I just gunned it. I blew through them and kept gunning it, and crashed into the side of a house.
It’s totaled.
Back to the drawing board, I guess.
Day 22. Organizing my weapons tonight. I was able to take down a loiterer in the lockroom of the pawn shop on the corner through the bars with my duct-taped knife spear, which I have dubbed "Glamdring". The hacksaw I found in the blue house’s garage made short work of the lockroom bars, and I made it back with an assortment of pistols. I unloaded everything and managed to produce two fully-loaded magazines. 34 bullets and some change… once I use those, that’s it until I scavenge some more. I rifled through the heap of clothing I’ve scavenged and found an ammo pouch to strap to my leg. I’m still not great with the pistol, and the noise is not helpful, but having it makes me feel a lot better.
Day 30. I finally made it to the fucking hardware store, and I still couldn’t find a wood saw. So much for my advanced fortifications and spear repairs. At least I’ve got all the windows boarded up, except one. It’s nice to have a little sunlight to read and sew by during the day.
Day 32. The weird dog bit me. It chased me back to the shelter and Merlin fended it off. I hope he’s okay.
Day 33. Merlin won’t come back to the shelter. He’s just standing out there, bleeding and smoking. Like always.
Day 37. Today I found some binoculars on another little kid. I think I recognized it... her.
It.
On the way back to the shelter, I climbed up on the roof of that three-story house on the outskirts of town and took a look around. I think a plane went down in the forest. I’m going to get that bicycle I saw in front of the pawn shop and investigate. I’m only alive because Merlin saved me… maybe it’s time to pay it forward.
What else is there to do besides practice stabbing and cooking spam?
Day 40. They were all dead. One of them almost electrocuted me. The sparks started a fire and I managed to lead them into it, one by one. There was a flare gun in the cockpit and some more food in the back. But that first one... it's been over a month, and I've never seen anything like that before. I'm pretty sure it threw lightning at me. Like... on purpose. I couldn't move for a few seconds, and it just kept getting closer, I thought I...
That thing that happened... on my first night
Fuck. They’re tearing out the windows again.
What’s the point in fighting?
Day whatever the fuck it is. 59 I think. I’m still trying to process the shit that happened on day one, so does it really matter?
I can’t stop thinking about their faces. When they’re eating, because I saw one eating yesterday, it didn't know I was there and I was just.... hypnotized, I guess. But when they eat, their faces are like... caricatures, cartoons, contorted in throes of passion that could be agony or pleasure. Some of them could almost be human. Others clearly died and rotted long before this all started.
Day 60. It was me.
That first night, I saw ... myself. It was so cold out when I was falling asleep on the bench, winter’s last chill. And as I was falling asleep, I thought to myself, “This is how inexperienced idiots like you die, you know. If one of them doesn’t crawl in through the broken windows, the cold will do you instead.” But after the things I saw that day, I wasn’t sure I wanted to wake up. So I just... let myself fall asleep.
I was so, so cold. I could barely feel anything, except, then ... my heart started racing, because I realized how close I came. And I fell flailing off the bench, bruised my forehead.
I finally came to my senses and stood up, and realized there had been someone next to me on the bench.
Me.
I was there, physically, in front of myself, except dead and naked, all my clothes on the floor in front of the corpse.
No, not all of them, actually. Everything, from my jeans to my wristwatch… except the face wrap and mittens that I scrounged together from rags.
That’s right. When I woke up, I couldn’t feel my face or my hands, and before I even stood and turned back to the bench, I went and ripped up some curtains to wrap around them. So it was everything I was wearing when…
I stuffed it all in a locker and dragged the corpse outside to put it in the pile. I was panicking because I was sure Merlin would notice, but he just stood there smoking his cigarette.
Everyone is dead. The laptop, the binoculars… I took them all off the corpses of people I killed. Or, killed again, I guess. I can’t imagine it makes a difference. The kid almost killed me. I guess I killed me, too.
Day 61. Sorry. That plane crash really fucked me up. I don’t know why I thought there’d be anyone alive.
I don’t know why I’m alive. Is it just dumb luck? I’m here. I’ve adapted. For better or worse.
Day 62. They broke in through the last intact window. I just finished boarding it up. Now there’ll be no sunlight in here again unless I leave the door wide open.
I need to fucking get out of here.
Day 63. hey... tHere's another app on this computer
Day 64. It was an emergency message. It's not just me. There are other people out there. Survivors. I'm leaving tonight. I couldn't convince Merlin to come with me. How does he still have cigarettes?! Whatever... this rancid shelter will be in my past forever soon.
Some kind of huge abomination chased me out of town this afternoon. I thought I had cleared this area out. It was ... giant, like a fleshy skeleton with horrible bug eyes... I'm getting out of here. I hope it doesn't get Merlin.
The survivor hub is a month's walk away, and that's if I can't find a car on the way. Too bad my bike exploded...
I've hoarded enough gear that I can camp out to sleep through the day, and creep through the cities for supplies at night. I hope there's someone there to greet me when I arrive...

Hello everyone,
My husband and I bought our house in February. We love the house and neighborhood, except for one thing. I noticed a few weeks ago that my next door neighbor has a lot of stuff outside. I called the Code Enforcement Office and they said it's likely a code violation, and if I submit a complaint, they will send a CEO (Code Enforcement Officer?) out to assess. They said as long as they can see the junk from the sidewalk or my property (which they totally can,) they would issue a warning giving the neighbor one week to remove the junk. The neighbor would not be fined unless he doesn't remove the junk.
Here are my concerns. First of all, I don't want to be that person. But it's my first home and I really don't want to look at this guy's junk constantly. The houses are really close together (which we otherwise actually really like, everyone is quiet and we feel like a part of a community, we are not fans of suburban sprawl.)
Secondly, I don't want to have a contentious relationship with my neighbor. I would think he would put 2 and 2 together that it was us calling, because the junk is on our house's side. That being said, like I said, you can see the junk from the sidewalk and street, and probably from the house across the street. I saw it today while driving home, from my car. So I suppose he would never 100% know, but if he's never been reported before, we are the next door neighbors and we are the only ones new to the neighborhood.
Should I report?
I also feel like I can smell the stuff but maybe that's in my head. It's ladders, tools, tires, a bucket, just random shit. It's a lot. The stuff is technically on the driveway/side yard.

So, this has been something we've all thought about before I'm sure. "So it's a full DAW, without a download, that's cloud based, and free.. and I can make music with my friends online like it's a Google Doc... How exactly are they getting paid?". I've been a huge Bandlab guy for a minute now, but I tried their app and was kind of blown away. Especially since it is still cloud based, so it just transfers everything I make straight to my account.
I'm sure most people are aware of it at this point though. I don't see many engineers talking about it, but I see a ton of rappers and songwriters talking about it.
So anyway... The story. It's weird, from what I can tell. Apparently, they don't make money. Not right now anyway.
Basically the son of a Chinese billionaire from Singapore made it. He was really into Radiohead and some other things growing up, and got very passionate into music altogether. Playing guitar, making music, etc. He ended up trying to make his own place in business (as many billionaire sons do, naturally) by going into music.
He purchased a large music store company, then he purchased a bunch of other things (one company was a minority 49% share of Rolling Stone magazine for awhile, for example), bought sites like guitar.com etc. Bought a prominent music case company (MONO), bought things like "AudioStretch, a music transcription tool that enables users to change the speed of audio without changing the pitch"
Basically different software and hardware choices. A lot more than I can right here. But the interesting thing is that.... apparently Dad was just subsidizing it all this whole time. I think he STILL might be.
(He apparently always wanted 100% of Rolling Stone magazine for some reason, but he couldn't get it so he gave up and sold his share of it. Bandlab also owns NME and Uncut apparently)
It seems like the music production world is the most promising side for them though. They bought Cakewalk from SONAR obviously. And that acts as a "Garageband vs Logic" kind of situation for them (except both are free in this case)
They were kinda big in 2019, but got massive by this point due to the lockdown and decided to make it a whole collaborative experience, etc etc. All from free. They regrouped as "Caldecott Music Group" for all these random things Bandlab does
So, from what I can assume is direct from the source:
"BandLab itself does currently not generate any revenue. Instead, its parent company Caldecott Music Group makes money from advertising as well as hardware and software sales."
So basically, They just don't make money. Not now. Not the product we hear call Bandlab anyway. It's just a part of a larger system. They're not taking a cut or secretly copyrighting half-assed freeflows. They just see it as a system they hope others will use more in depth.
So rest easy, Bandlab fans. I would highly suggest making backups though. If it's not making a huge profit it could disappear one day obviously!
Here is a pretty good article that goes more in depth if anyone is interested

My husband and I are currently building a house. In an effort to cut costs, We are trying to do as much as we can ourselves. We are still wanting good quality and results of course. So my question, we want to trench and run the water line ourselves from our water meter to the house location. We keeping conflicting answers, so again, what would be better (not just cheaper) to use? - this will be run at least 2 feet underground. - this is rural land so there are gophers, mice, other burrowing creatures. - this is in central Texas, so the occasional freeze isn’t out of the question. - our soil is sandy/ soft, with random big rocks underneath. Thanks for any advice!