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2023.06.01 00:29 Head_Roll1812 2006 Chevy Malibu 3.5L V6!
Hi all!
I have a 2006 Chevy Malibu 3.5L V6, recently after a long drive to Cali and back my car threw two codes out, which turned off for several days before coming on again.
The codes were P0171 and P0174, my engine was detected to be running too lean for Bank 1 and Bank 2.
I ordered a replacement Mass Air Flow sensor as online this seemed like the likely culprit. I am wondering if anyone else has gotten these codes and if that was their fix as well?
(I've checked for vacuum leaks and haven't found any yet. Haven't had time to inspect the MAF sensor or the air filter due to being busy and some of my tools being stolen. I cleaned the air filter before I left so I don't believe debris is causing the code.)
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I have a 2006 Chevy Malibu 3.5L V6, recently after a long drive to Cali and back my car threw two codes out, which turned off for several days before coming on again.
The codes were P0171 and P0174, my engine was detected to be running too lean for Bank 1 and Bank 2.
I ordered a replacement Mass Air Flow sensor as online this seemed like the likely culprit. I am wondering if anyone else has gotten these codes and if that was their fix as well?
(I've checked for vacuum leaks and haven't found any yet. Haven't had time to inspect the MAF sensor or the air filter due to being busy and some of my tools being stolen. I cleaned the air filter before I left so I don't believe debris is causing the code.)
2023.06.01 00:29 JoshAsdvgi The Fate of the Turtle
 | submitted by JoshAsdvgi to Native_Stories [link] [comments] The Fate of the Turtle In a very hot summer time, far away to the east, was a beautiful little lake where two wild ducks made their home, and passed their days swimming and playing in its clear waters. They had it all to themselves, except for a turtle, who was many years older than they were, and had come there before them, and, luckily, instead of taking a dislike to the turtle, as so often happens when you have only one person to speak to, they became great friends, and spent most of the day in each other’s company. All went on smoothly and happily till one summer, ‘when the rains failed and the sun shone so fiercely that every morning there was a little less water in the lake and a little more mud on the bank. The water-lilies around the edge began to droop, and the palms to hang their heads, and the ducks’ favourite swimming place, where they could dive the deepest, to grow shallower and shallower. At length there came a morning when the ducks looked at each other uneasily, and before nightfall they had whispered that if at the end of two days rain had not come, they must fly away and seek a new home, for if they stayed in their old one, which they loved so much, they would certainly die of thirst. Earnestly they watched the sky for many hours before they tucked their heads under their wings and fell asleep from sheer weariness, but not the tiniest cloud was to be seen covering the stars that shone so big and brilliant, and hung so low in the heavens that you felt as if you could touch them. So, when the morning broke, they made up their minds that they must go and tell the turtle of their plans, and bid him farewell. They found him comfortably curled up on a pile of dead rushes, more than half asleep, for he was old, and could not venture out in the heat as he once used. ‘Ah ! here you are,’ he cried; ‘I began to wonder if I was ever going to see you again, for, somehow, though the lake has grown smaller, I seem to have grown weaker, and it is lonely spending all day and night by oneself !’ ‘Oh ! my friend,’ answered the elder of the two ducks, ‘if you have suffered we have suffered also. Besides, I have something to tell you, that I fear will cause you greater pain still. If we do not wish to die of thirst we must leave this place at once, and seek another where the sun’s rays do not come. My heart bleeds to say this, for there is nothing — nothing else in the world — which would have induced us to separate from you.’ The turtle was so astonished as well as so distressed at the duck’s speech that for a moment he could find no words to reply. But when he had forced back his tears, he said in a shaky voice: ‘How can you think that I am able to live without you, when for so long you have been my only friends ? If you leave me, death will speedily put an end to my grief.’ ‘Our sorrow is as great as yours,’ answered the other duck, ‘but what can we do ? And remember that if we are not here to drink the water, there will be the more for you ! If it had not been for this terrible misfortune, be sure that nothing would have parted us from one whom we love so dearly.’ ‘My friends,’ replied the turtle, ‘water is as necessary to me as to you, and if death stares in your faces, it stares in mine also. But in the name of all the years we have passed together, do not, I beseech you, leave me to perish here alone ! Wherever you may go take me with you !’ There was a pause. The ducks felt wretched at the thought of abandoning their old comrade, yet, at the same time, how could they grant his prayer ? It seemed quite impossible, and at length one of them spoke: ‘Oh, how can I find words to refuse ?’ cried he, ‘yet how can we do what you ask ? Consider that, like yours, our bodies are heavy and our feet small. Therefore, how could we walk with you over mountains and deserts, till we reached a land where the sun’s rays no longer burn ? Why, before the day was out we should all three be dead of fatigue and hunger ! No, our only hope lies in our wings — and, alas ! you cannot fly !’ ‘No, I cannot fly, of course,’ answered the turtle, with a sigh. ‘But you are so clever, and have seen so much of the world – surely you can think of some plan ?’ And he fixed his eyes eagerly on them. Now, when the ducks saw how ardently the turtle wished to accompany them their hearts were touched, and making a sign to their friend that they wished to be alone they swam out into the lake to consult together. Though he could not hear what they said, the turtle could watch, and the half-hour that their talk lasted felt to him like a hundred years. At length he beheld them returning side by side, and so great was his anxiety to know his fate he almost died from excitement before they reached him. ‘We hope we have found a plan that may do for you,’ said the big duck gravely, ‘but we must warn you that it is not without great danger, especially if you are not careful to follow our directions.’ ‘How is it possible that I should not follow your directions when my life and happiness are at stake ?’ asked the turtle joyfully. ‘Tell me what they are, and I will promise to obey them gratefully.’ ‘Well, then,’ answered the duck, ‘whilst we are carrying you through the air, in the manner that we have fixed upon, you must remain as quiet as if you were dead. However high above the earth you may find yourself, you must not feel afraid, nor move your feet nor open your mouth. No matter what you see or hear, it is absolutely needful for you to be perfectly still, or I cannot answer for the consequences.’ ‘I will he absolutely obedient,’ answered the turtle, ‘not only on this occasion but during all my life; and once more I promise faithfully not to move head or foot, to fear nothing, and never to speak a word during the whole journey.’ This being settled, the ducks swam about till they found, floating in the lake, a good stout stick. This they tied to their necks with some of the tough water-lily roots, and returned as quickly as they could to the turtle. ‘Now,’ said the elder duck, pushing the stick gently towards his friend, ‘take this stick firmly in your mouth, and do not let it go till we have set you down on earth again.’ The turtle did as he was told, and the ducks in their turn seized the stick by the two ends, spread their wings and mounted swiftly into the air, the turtle hanging between them. For a while all went well. They swept across valleys, over great mountains, above ruined cities, but no lake was to be seen anywhere. Still, the turtle had faith in his friends, and bravely hung on to the stick. At length they saw in the distance a small village, and very soon they were passing over the roofs of the houses. The people were so astonished at the strange sight, that they all — men, women and children — ran out to see it, and cried to each other: ‘Look ! look ! behold a miracle ! Two ducks supporting a turtle ! Was ever such a thing known before !’ Indeed, so great was the surprise that men left their ploughing and women their weaving in order to add their voices to their friends’. The ducks flew steadily on, heeding nothing of the commotion below; but not so the turtle. At first he kept silence, as he had been bidden to do, but at length the clamour below proved too much for him, and he began to think that everyone was envying him the power of travelling through the air. In an evil moment he forgot the promises he had made so solemnly, and opened his mouth to reply, but, before he could utter a word, he was rushing so swiftly through the air that he quickly became unconscious, and in this state was dashed to pieces against the side of a house. Then the ducks let fall after him the stick that had held up their friend, and which was of no further use. Sadly they looked at each other arid shook their heads. ‘We feared it would end so,’ said they, ‘yet, perhaps, he was right after all. Certainly this death was better than the one which awaited him.’ |
2023.06.01 00:29 quintupletuna Issues with connecting accounts?
Hello, anyone else find themselves having to reconnect certain accounts every so often?
And my capital one bank account has constant connectivity issues, I’ve attempted deleting and reconnecting many times with this one. Is this common for you all as well?
Thanks!
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And my capital one bank account has constant connectivity issues, I’ve attempted deleting and reconnecting many times with this one. Is this common for you all as well?
Thanks!
2023.06.01 00:27 markc2502010 Bank Diverts Awarded Compensation to Debt Collectors “On my Behalf”
I’ve have received a Letter from a previous bank which I do not have an account with anymore. In this letter it states that
“ We have recently reviewed our internal processes for accounts in arrears. We didn't always take the right steps when dealing with some accounts. This happened between 1 May 2015 and 20 July 2016. We're sorry that this happened and for the time it's taken to contact you. The issues which may have impacted your account are listed below:
We charged you interest and / or fees whilst you were in a repayment plan with us that we now consider to have been inappropriate We'll use the amount we owe you to reduce your PCA Balance with Arrow Global by £114.49. More information about how we've worked this out is explained in this letter. We've included 8% per year simple interest on these amounts as compensation. This has been worked out from 1 May 2015 until the end of May 2023. We have to deduct tax from the 8% interest amount before we make your payment. Welt work out the tax based on the 20% basic rate and pay HM Revenue & Customs (HMRC) direct. There's more information about the tax deduction on the last page of this letter.”
I contacted the bank to dispute the debt owed to Arrow Global and questioned how paying a third party could directly compensate me for the bank's owed compensation. They informed me that I should approach Arrow Global to challenge the validity of the debt and seek the funds from them. In my perspective, the bank has not provided any compensation, leaving them responsible for the outstanding £114.49. I lodged a complaint through the bank's internal process, but I am unsure about my legal position and available options. Any assistance on this matter would be greatly appreciated. Can someone offer guidance in this situation?
TLDR: The bank admits to mishandling accounts in the past and offers compensation to affected customers. However, instead of directly paying the customer, the bank plans to use the compensation amount to reduce a debt owed to a third-party debt collector. The customer disputes the debt and argues that the bank should compensate them directly. The bank advises the customer to resolve the issue with the debt collector. The customer has filed a complaint with the bank but seeks advice on their legal standing and options for resolution.
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“ We have recently reviewed our internal processes for accounts in arrears. We didn't always take the right steps when dealing with some accounts. This happened between 1 May 2015 and 20 July 2016. We're sorry that this happened and for the time it's taken to contact you. The issues which may have impacted your account are listed below:
We charged you interest and / or fees whilst you were in a repayment plan with us that we now consider to have been inappropriate We'll use the amount we owe you to reduce your PCA Balance with Arrow Global by £114.49. More information about how we've worked this out is explained in this letter. We've included 8% per year simple interest on these amounts as compensation. This has been worked out from 1 May 2015 until the end of May 2023. We have to deduct tax from the 8% interest amount before we make your payment. Welt work out the tax based on the 20% basic rate and pay HM Revenue & Customs (HMRC) direct. There's more information about the tax deduction on the last page of this letter.”
I contacted the bank to dispute the debt owed to Arrow Global and questioned how paying a third party could directly compensate me for the bank's owed compensation. They informed me that I should approach Arrow Global to challenge the validity of the debt and seek the funds from them. In my perspective, the bank has not provided any compensation, leaving them responsible for the outstanding £114.49. I lodged a complaint through the bank's internal process, but I am unsure about my legal position and available options. Any assistance on this matter would be greatly appreciated. Can someone offer guidance in this situation?
TLDR: The bank admits to mishandling accounts in the past and offers compensation to affected customers. However, instead of directly paying the customer, the bank plans to use the compensation amount to reduce a debt owed to a third-party debt collector. The customer disputes the debt and argues that the bank should compensate them directly. The bank advises the customer to resolve the issue with the debt collector. The customer has filed a complaint with the bank but seeks advice on their legal standing and options for resolution.
2023.06.01 00:23 JoshAsdvgi THE FAITHFUL LOVERS
 | submitted by JoshAsdvgi to Native_Stories [link] [comments] THE FAITHFUL LOVERS There once lived a chief's daughter who had many relations. All the young men in the village wanted to have her for wife, and were all eager to fill her skin bucket when she went to the brook for water. There was a young man in the village who was industrious and a good hunter; but he was poor and of a mean family. He loved the maiden and when she went for water, he threw his robe over her head while he whispered in her ear: "Be my wife. I have little but I am young and strong. I will treat you well, for I love you." For a long time the maiden did not answer, but one day she whispered back. "Yes, you may ask my father's leave to marry me. But first you must do something noble. I belong to a great family and have many relations. You must go on a war party and bring back the scalp of an enemy." The young man answered modestly, "I will try to do as you bid me. I am only a hunter, not a warrior. Whether I shall be brave or not I do not know. But I will try to take a scalp for your sake." So he made a war party of seven, himself and six other young men. They wandered through the enemy's country, hoping to get a chance to strike a blow. But none came, for they found no one of the enemy. "Our medicine is unfavorable," said their leader at last. "We shall have to return home." Before they started they sat down to smoke and rest beside a beautiful lake at the foot of a green knoll that rose from its shore. The knoll was covered with green grass and somehow as they looked at it they had a feeling that there was something about it that was mysterious or uncanny. But there was a young man in the party named the jester, for he was venturesome and full of fun. Gazing at the knoll he said: "Let's run and jump on its top." "No," said the young lover, "it looks mysterious. Sit still and finish your smoke." "Oh, come on, who's afraid," said the jester, laughing. "Come on you -- come on!" and springing to his feet he ran up the side of the knoll. Four of the young men followed. Having reached the top of the knoll all five began to jump and stamp about in sport, calling, "Come on, come on," to the others. Suddenly they stopped -- the knoll had begun to move toward the water. It was a gigantic turtle. The five men cried out in alarm and tried to run -- too late! Their feet by some power were held fast to the monster's back. "Help us -- drag us away," they cried; but the others could do nothing. In a few moments the waves had closed over them. The other two men, the lover and his friend, went on, but with heavy hearts, for they had forebodings of evil. After some days, they came to a river. Worn with fatigue the lover threw himself down on the bank. "I will sleep awhile," he said, "for I am wearied and worn out." "And I will go down to the water and see if I can chance upon a dead fish. At this time of the year the high water may have left one stranded on the sea-shore," said his friend. And as he had said, he found a fish which he cleaned, and then called to the lover. "Come and eat the fish with me. I have cleaned it and made a fire and it is now cooking." "No, you eat it; let me rest," said the lover. "Oh, come on." "No, let me rest." "But you are my friend. I will not eat unless you share it with me." "Very well," said the lover, "I will eat the fish with you, but you must first make me a promise. If I eat the fish, you must promise, pledge yourself, to fetch me all the water that I can drink." "I promise," said the other, and the two ate the fish out of their war-kettle. For there had been but one kettle for the party. When they had eaten, the kettle was rinsed out and the lover's friend brought it back full of water. This the lover drank at a draught. "Bring me more," he said. Again his friend filled the kettle at the river and again the lover drank it dry. "More!" he cried. "Oh, I am tired. Cannot you go to the river and drink your fill from the stream?" asked his friend. "Remember your promise." "Yes, but I am weary. Go now and drink." "Ek-hey, I feared it would be so. Now trouble is coming upon us," said the lover sadly. He walked to the river, sprang in, and lying down in the water with his head toward land, drank greedily. By and by he called to his friend. "Come hither, you who have been my sworn friend. See what comes of your broken promise." The friend came and was amazed to see that the lover was now a fish from his feet to his middle. Sick at heart he ran off a little way and threw himself upon the ground in grief. By and by he returned. The lover was now a fish to his neck. "Cannot I cut off the part and restore you by a sweat bath?" the friend asked. "No, it is too late. But tell the chief's daughter that I loved her to the last and that I die for her sake. Take this belt and give it to her. She gave it to me as a pledge of her love for me," and he being then turned to a great fish, swam to the middle of the river and there remained, only his great fin remaining above the water. The friend went home and told his story. There was great mourning over the death of the five young men, and for the lost lover. In the river the great fish remained, its fin just above the surface, and was called by the Indians "Fish that Bars," because it bar'd navigation. Canoes had to be portaged at great labor around the obstruction. The chief's daughter mourned for her lover as for a husband, nor would she be comforted. "He was lost for love of me, and I shall remain as his widow," she wailed. In her mother's tepee she sat, with her head covered with her robe, silent, working, working. "What is my daughter doing," her mother asked. But the maiden did not reply. The days lengthened into moons until a year had passed. And then the maiden arose. In her hands were beautiful articles of clothing, enough for three men. There were three pairs of moccasins, three pairs of leggings, three belts, three shirts, three head dresses with beautiful feathers, and sweet smelling tobacco "Make a new canoe of bark," she said, which was made for her. Into the canoe she stepped and floated slowly down the river toward the great fish. "Come back my daughter," her mother cried in agony. "Come back. The great fish will eat you." She answered nothing. Her canoe came to the place where the great fin arose and stopped, its prow grating on the monster's back. The maiden stepped out boldly. One by one she laid her presents on the fish's back, scattering the feathers and tobacco over his broad spine. "Oh, fish," she cried, "Oh, fish, you who were my lover, I shall not forget you. Because you were lost for love of me, I shall never marry. All my life I shall remain a widow. Take these presents. And now leave the river, and let the waters run free, so my people may once more descend in their canoes." She stepped into her canoe and waited. Slowly the great fish sank, his broad fin disappeared, and the waters of the St. Croix (Stillwater) were free. |
2023.06.01 00:22 ralo_ramone An Otherworldly Scholar [LitRPG, Isekai] - Chapter 8
The System was a scam, period.
I had leveled up five whole times after our fight against the Wendigo and I had not received any kind of reward. Sure, my mana pool had grown a little bit and my [Mana Exhaustion] had been slowly receding, but other than that I wasn’t getting stronger, faster or more agile. I didn’t even have a measly new skill to show for it.
“What a scam, I want a refund.” I muttered.
“I already told you, there was only a small chance for the Wendigo to have an elemental crystal. You only start seeing stuff like that after level fifty.” Elincia huffed in front of me. The mountainous path was steep but at least we had left the forest behind. Elincia had told me that Farcrest was just beyond the mountain range.
“People should get shit after leveling up five damn times!” I angrily said as if Elincia was somehow responsible for the shitty progression system.
The white haired suddenly stopped and turned around. For an instant I thought she was going to scold me but then, out of nowhere, she put her hands on my shoulders and locked her eyes into mine. I tried to control my blush with little success and hoped she would attribute it to the arduous hike.
“I’m sorry to break this down to you, Robert Clarke, but support classes don’t get crap from the System.” Elincia said with a solemn tone just to smile a moment later. “In any case, you should be happy because your mana pool is so huge. Scholars are known for having lots of mana but, dude, you are on another level.”
One thing was sure, I wasn’t getting used to receiving compliments any time soon.
[Awareness]: You are absolutely correct.
I ignored the System prompt. At least I was getting very good at doing that.
“The amount of mana you need to materialize a [Mana Blade] without a skill is ridiculous. Are you sure you are a low level Scholar?” Elincia asked as we resumed the march. As we came near the edge of the Farlands, she grew more relaxed.
There haven't been any signs of monsters since the previous night.
“You still don’t believe in me?” I replied.
“At this point you could say you are the son of a Fire Dragon and a virginal maiden and I’d believe you.” Elincia shrugged her shoulders. “It might be a long shot but, have you ever been in a System Shrine?”
As good a liar as I was, I couldn’t just bullshit my way out of such a direct question. Elincia was too keen for that. A System Shrine sounded like basic knowledge.
“Haven’t heard about that in my life.” I replied.
Elincia stopped for a second and gave me one of her looks of disbelief that made me feel like a kid without his homework. I wondered if she had practiced that expression. After all, she had five stacks of [Favorite Teacher], she might as well have experience publicly humiliating kids.
“You don’t have System Shrines in the City of Light?” Elincia asked in disbelief.
I just shrugged my shoulders to avoid giving an answer. Also, there was the fact that the hike was taking a toll on my lungs. I didn’t know how Elincia could sustain a conversation. If I knew I was going to get transported to a magical world, I would’ve exercised more back on Earth.
“The System blocks certain titles from low level individuals.” Elincia started explaining. “Let’s say a Lv.1 Soldier survives the scuffle against a flock of Fire Dragons and gets the [Dragon Killer] title which gives fire resistance. There is a high chance the System withholds the title from the Soldier on the basis that [Dragon Killer] is an overpowered title for a mere Lv.1.”
I nodded. It made sense the System had a method to prevent power leveling, if only to maintain some semblance of normalcy. Earth would be plunged into chaos very quickly if suddenly a bunch of people with godly powers appeared out of nowhere.
“With the help of a System Shrine and a competent System Zealot the Soldier could unlock [Dragon Killer] even without the required level.” Elincia finished with her explanation. “Maybe you are benefiting from a hidden title.”
“Maybe,” I replied.
I couldn’t imagine having any useful titles considering how ordinary my life has been before arriving in the Farlands. When I was in college, I was able to comfortably outdrink all my group of friends, but then I lost that skill just after graduating. And there was the fact my only title at level one was [Lonely Boy] so my hopes of having a nice hidden title weren’t particularly high.
“Does Farcrest have a System Shrine?” I asked.
My question prompted a dry laugh from Elincia.
“Don’t get your hopes too high. Farcrest is a shithole.” She warned me as we climbed a rocky path between the two mountain ranges that separated the Farlands from the Kingdom of Ebros. We were almost there.
“Why is there a town so close to the Farlands anyway?” I asked.
Elincia lent me her hand and helped me climb a step boulder.
“To prevent monsters from pouring into the Kingdom. Think of Farcrest as a cork.” Elincia pulled me up the boulder.
Suddenly, we were on top of the path between two mountain ranges. I glanced down the valley ahead expecting to see a handful of rustic cabins scattered across a modest patch of farmland with a rotten palisade and a muddy road; however, Farcrest was a town in its own right. It was located on the top of a soft hill, surrounded by a high stone wall with several watchtowers. An impressive church made of the same dark stone rose above the thatched rooftops and, on the highest part of the hill, a great hall, half palace, half fortress, dominated the valley.
“Doesn’t look like a shithole to me.” I said as we started the descent from the other side of the hill. It looked like a picturesque European medieval town.
“You’ll see.” Elincia replied, with a hopeless sigh.
About two hours later, we reached the city outskirts. The main road was neglected and the farmland’s irrigation canals blocked by debris. As we approached the city, the picture became even more bleak. I didn’t need [Awareness] to tell me the crops were sickly and weak. Most of the farmers were older men and women that moved slowly among the plots of land.
“Where are the young people?” I asked, discarding the idea of a disease. If there was a plague ravaging Farcrest, then there wouldn’t be old people working on the fields.
“They are in the eastern frontier, fighting the King’s wars.” Elincia replied dryly.
I recalled Elincia telling me there was a shortage of alchemical ingredients due to a war in the western frontier.
“War against who?” I asked. A war-torn country might not be too welcoming to strangers like me.
“Against the Farlands. The king is obsessed with expanding the kingdom’s territory and uncharted lands and their resources.” Elincia sighed. “It’s a meat grinder. A bunch of low level kids trying to push deeper and deeper into monster territory while the real warriors are protecting the imperial capital and the frontiers.”
[Awareness] sent me down a stream of reasoning. Numbers and equipment were the basis of any military force back on Earth. However, in this world, a single individual with a powerful class and a high level could potentially be a one man army.
“What about power leveling the new recruits? You know, pairing them with a bunch of high level people and fighting monsters together?” I asked again.
“You might be a genius, Robert Clarke! How had no one thought of that before?” Elincia replied as she mindlessly drummed her lips in a gesture I recognized as deep concentration.
“Really?”
“You really think Kings, Scholars, and Generals didn’t think about powerleveling new recruits? The System doesn’t allow that.” A tired smile was drawn on Elincia’s face.
Seeing Elincia’s expression, I decided to drop the topic about the war. I wondered how many of her friends and acquaintances have gone to the frontline to never be heard of again. The Farlands were a dangerous place and the King’s troops lacked the advantage of firearms like me.
“Let’s go to my place.” Elincia said as we approached the city walls. “You should make yourself presentable before going to the Great Hall for that transit permit, and we have to appraise the herbs.”
It didn’t take a genius to realize Elincia was desperate for alchemical materials, otherwise she wouldn’t invite a stranger like me to her home. Or maybe there was a really charitable soul beneath the layers of mistrust and suspicion. The aftermath of the combat against the Wendigo had brought us a lot closer.
“Sounds like a plan to me.” I replied wondering if I was going to meet Elincia’s kid. Or her partner.
Farcrest was only a few hundred meters away. Up close, the black stone wall was taller and sturdier than I initially thought. Then I remembered they weren’t built to resist medieval armies but the assault of skills and magic spells. The double wooden gate was wide open but nobody bothered to stop us or ask about the business that brought us to the city.
As we passed through the hole in the wall, I spied into a guardhouse. I saw young men and women playing cards and drinking booze. Well-fed and well-dressed troops loyal to the Marquis, I assumed. Up close, Farcrest was further away from the bucolic city and dangerously close to a feudal dystopia.
Elincia and I walked along the wall towards the northern district. As we progressed through the city, houses became more and more neglected to the point it seemed outright abandoned to me. Kids ran barefoot in the street, fetid puddles adorned the alleys, and most of the stores were closed. Farcrest was a ghost town.
“How long has there been war?” I asked.
“Seven years now?” Elincia replied. “We are close.”
After five more minutes of meandering through alleys, we emerged in front of a great manor made of stained white walls and washed out blue shingles. For a moment I was out of words. Was Elincia the heir of a noble family fallen from grace? Her dignified appearance and beautiful features made me think so, however, she was a bit too wild to be a noblewoman.
The manor was old. The white painting of the front was peeling away and water stains plagued the nooks and crannies of the structure. A low stone wall marked the perimeter and a quick glance revealed it had served in the past as the foundation for an iron fence long gone. The only section of the outer wall that had survived the decay of the city was the iron gate.
Elincia opened it and we entered the front yard. I was about to ask a hundred questions when the front door slammed open and a stampede of small kids came to meet us. I managed to count at least a dozen before they reached us. Elincia greeted them with arms open as the little ones burst into tears at the first sight of the woman.
I froze. Not all of them were human.
There were two small snakefolk kids with bright yellow eyes. The blue-scaled snake-kid was dressed in a ragged brown dress while the green-scaled one had an oversized white shirt and frayed pants. At the end of the retinue, somewhat late to the reception, appeared a small winged girl with a hesitant gait. Her beautiful golden feathers contrasted with the old pillowcase she used as a dress.
Before I could react, both of the snake-kids jumped into my arms, crying a river of tears. Surprisingly enough, they were warm to the touch. I tried to exchange a glance with Elincia but she was busy trying to calm a handful of small kids on her own.
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I had leveled up five whole times after our fight against the Wendigo and I had not received any kind of reward. Sure, my mana pool had grown a little bit and my [Mana Exhaustion] had been slowly receding, but other than that I wasn’t getting stronger, faster or more agile. I didn’t even have a measly new skill to show for it.
“What a scam, I want a refund.” I muttered.
“I already told you, there was only a small chance for the Wendigo to have an elemental crystal. You only start seeing stuff like that after level fifty.” Elincia huffed in front of me. The mountainous path was steep but at least we had left the forest behind. Elincia had told me that Farcrest was just beyond the mountain range.
“People should get shit after leveling up five damn times!” I angrily said as if Elincia was somehow responsible for the shitty progression system.
The white haired suddenly stopped and turned around. For an instant I thought she was going to scold me but then, out of nowhere, she put her hands on my shoulders and locked her eyes into mine. I tried to control my blush with little success and hoped she would attribute it to the arduous hike.
“I’m sorry to break this down to you, Robert Clarke, but support classes don’t get crap from the System.” Elincia said with a solemn tone just to smile a moment later. “In any case, you should be happy because your mana pool is so huge. Scholars are known for having lots of mana but, dude, you are on another level.”
One thing was sure, I wasn’t getting used to receiving compliments any time soon.
[Awareness]: You are absolutely correct.
I ignored the System prompt. At least I was getting very good at doing that.
“The amount of mana you need to materialize a [Mana Blade] without a skill is ridiculous. Are you sure you are a low level Scholar?” Elincia asked as we resumed the march. As we came near the edge of the Farlands, she grew more relaxed.
There haven't been any signs of monsters since the previous night.
“You still don’t believe in me?” I replied.
“At this point you could say you are the son of a Fire Dragon and a virginal maiden and I’d believe you.” Elincia shrugged her shoulders. “It might be a long shot but, have you ever been in a System Shrine?”
As good a liar as I was, I couldn’t just bullshit my way out of such a direct question. Elincia was too keen for that. A System Shrine sounded like basic knowledge.
“Haven’t heard about that in my life.” I replied.
Elincia stopped for a second and gave me one of her looks of disbelief that made me feel like a kid without his homework. I wondered if she had practiced that expression. After all, she had five stacks of [Favorite Teacher], she might as well have experience publicly humiliating kids.
“You don’t have System Shrines in the City of Light?” Elincia asked in disbelief.
I just shrugged my shoulders to avoid giving an answer. Also, there was the fact that the hike was taking a toll on my lungs. I didn’t know how Elincia could sustain a conversation. If I knew I was going to get transported to a magical world, I would’ve exercised more back on Earth.
“The System blocks certain titles from low level individuals.” Elincia started explaining. “Let’s say a Lv.1 Soldier survives the scuffle against a flock of Fire Dragons and gets the [Dragon Killer] title which gives fire resistance. There is a high chance the System withholds the title from the Soldier on the basis that [Dragon Killer] is an overpowered title for a mere Lv.1.”
I nodded. It made sense the System had a method to prevent power leveling, if only to maintain some semblance of normalcy. Earth would be plunged into chaos very quickly if suddenly a bunch of people with godly powers appeared out of nowhere.
“With the help of a System Shrine and a competent System Zealot the Soldier could unlock [Dragon Killer] even without the required level.” Elincia finished with her explanation. “Maybe you are benefiting from a hidden title.”
“Maybe,” I replied.
I couldn’t imagine having any useful titles considering how ordinary my life has been before arriving in the Farlands. When I was in college, I was able to comfortably outdrink all my group of friends, but then I lost that skill just after graduating. And there was the fact my only title at level one was [Lonely Boy] so my hopes of having a nice hidden title weren’t particularly high.
“Does Farcrest have a System Shrine?” I asked.
My question prompted a dry laugh from Elincia.
“Don’t get your hopes too high. Farcrest is a shithole.” She warned me as we climbed a rocky path between the two mountain ranges that separated the Farlands from the Kingdom of Ebros. We were almost there.
“Why is there a town so close to the Farlands anyway?” I asked.
Elincia lent me her hand and helped me climb a step boulder.
“To prevent monsters from pouring into the Kingdom. Think of Farcrest as a cork.” Elincia pulled me up the boulder.
Suddenly, we were on top of the path between two mountain ranges. I glanced down the valley ahead expecting to see a handful of rustic cabins scattered across a modest patch of farmland with a rotten palisade and a muddy road; however, Farcrest was a town in its own right. It was located on the top of a soft hill, surrounded by a high stone wall with several watchtowers. An impressive church made of the same dark stone rose above the thatched rooftops and, on the highest part of the hill, a great hall, half palace, half fortress, dominated the valley.
“Doesn’t look like a shithole to me.” I said as we started the descent from the other side of the hill. It looked like a picturesque European medieval town.
“You’ll see.” Elincia replied, with a hopeless sigh.
About two hours later, we reached the city outskirts. The main road was neglected and the farmland’s irrigation canals blocked by debris. As we approached the city, the picture became even more bleak. I didn’t need [Awareness] to tell me the crops were sickly and weak. Most of the farmers were older men and women that moved slowly among the plots of land.
“Where are the young people?” I asked, discarding the idea of a disease. If there was a plague ravaging Farcrest, then there wouldn’t be old people working on the fields.
“They are in the eastern frontier, fighting the King’s wars.” Elincia replied dryly.
I recalled Elincia telling me there was a shortage of alchemical ingredients due to a war in the western frontier.
“War against who?” I asked. A war-torn country might not be too welcoming to strangers like me.
“Against the Farlands. The king is obsessed with expanding the kingdom’s territory and uncharted lands and their resources.” Elincia sighed. “It’s a meat grinder. A bunch of low level kids trying to push deeper and deeper into monster territory while the real warriors are protecting the imperial capital and the frontiers.”
[Awareness] sent me down a stream of reasoning. Numbers and equipment were the basis of any military force back on Earth. However, in this world, a single individual with a powerful class and a high level could potentially be a one man army.
“What about power leveling the new recruits? You know, pairing them with a bunch of high level people and fighting monsters together?” I asked again.
“You might be a genius, Robert Clarke! How had no one thought of that before?” Elincia replied as she mindlessly drummed her lips in a gesture I recognized as deep concentration.
“Really?”
“You really think Kings, Scholars, and Generals didn’t think about powerleveling new recruits? The System doesn’t allow that.” A tired smile was drawn on Elincia’s face.
Seeing Elincia’s expression, I decided to drop the topic about the war. I wondered how many of her friends and acquaintances have gone to the frontline to never be heard of again. The Farlands were a dangerous place and the King’s troops lacked the advantage of firearms like me.
“Let’s go to my place.” Elincia said as we approached the city walls. “You should make yourself presentable before going to the Great Hall for that transit permit, and we have to appraise the herbs.”
It didn’t take a genius to realize Elincia was desperate for alchemical materials, otherwise she wouldn’t invite a stranger like me to her home. Or maybe there was a really charitable soul beneath the layers of mistrust and suspicion. The aftermath of the combat against the Wendigo had brought us a lot closer.
“Sounds like a plan to me.” I replied wondering if I was going to meet Elincia’s kid. Or her partner.
Farcrest was only a few hundred meters away. Up close, the black stone wall was taller and sturdier than I initially thought. Then I remembered they weren’t built to resist medieval armies but the assault of skills and magic spells. The double wooden gate was wide open but nobody bothered to stop us or ask about the business that brought us to the city.
As we passed through the hole in the wall, I spied into a guardhouse. I saw young men and women playing cards and drinking booze. Well-fed and well-dressed troops loyal to the Marquis, I assumed. Up close, Farcrest was further away from the bucolic city and dangerously close to a feudal dystopia.
Elincia and I walked along the wall towards the northern district. As we progressed through the city, houses became more and more neglected to the point it seemed outright abandoned to me. Kids ran barefoot in the street, fetid puddles adorned the alleys, and most of the stores were closed. Farcrest was a ghost town.
“How long has there been war?” I asked.
“Seven years now?” Elincia replied. “We are close.”
After five more minutes of meandering through alleys, we emerged in front of a great manor made of stained white walls and washed out blue shingles. For a moment I was out of words. Was Elincia the heir of a noble family fallen from grace? Her dignified appearance and beautiful features made me think so, however, she was a bit too wild to be a noblewoman.
The manor was old. The white painting of the front was peeling away and water stains plagued the nooks and crannies of the structure. A low stone wall marked the perimeter and a quick glance revealed it had served in the past as the foundation for an iron fence long gone. The only section of the outer wall that had survived the decay of the city was the iron gate.
Elincia opened it and we entered the front yard. I was about to ask a hundred questions when the front door slammed open and a stampede of small kids came to meet us. I managed to count at least a dozen before they reached us. Elincia greeted them with arms open as the little ones burst into tears at the first sight of the woman.
I froze. Not all of them were human.
There were two small snakefolk kids with bright yellow eyes. The blue-scaled snake-kid was dressed in a ragged brown dress while the green-scaled one had an oversized white shirt and frayed pants. At the end of the retinue, somewhat late to the reception, appeared a small winged girl with a hesitant gait. Her beautiful golden feathers contrasted with the old pillowcase she used as a dress.
Before I could react, both of the snake-kids jumped into my arms, crying a river of tears. Surprisingly enough, they were warm to the touch. I tried to exchange a glance with Elincia but she was busy trying to calm a handful of small kids on her own.
How many kids Elincia had?
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2023.06.01 00:21 JoshAsdvgi The Fairy Wives
 | submitted by JoshAsdvgi to Native_Stories [link] [comments] The Fairy Wives Once a time there dwelt in the forest two braves, one of whom was called the Moose and the other the Marten. Moose was a great hunter, and never returned from the chase without a fine deer or buffalo, which he would give to his old grandmother to prepare for cooking. Marten, on the other hand, was an idler, and never hunted at all if he could obtain food by any other means. When Moose brought home a trophy of his skill in the hunt Marten would repair to his friend's lodge and beg for a portion of the meat. Being a good-natured fellow, Moose generally gave him what he asked for, to the indignation of the old grandmother, who declared that the lazy creature had much better learn to work for himself. "Do not encourage his idle habits," said she to her grandson. "If you stop giving him food he will go and hunt for himself." Moose agreed with the old woman, and having on his next expedition killed a bear, he told the grandmother to hide it, so that Marten might know nothing of it. When the time came to cook the bear-meat, however, the grandmother found that her kettle would not hold water, and remembering that Marten had just got a nice new kettle, she went to borrow his. "I will clean it well before I return it," she thought. "He will never know what I want it for." But Marten made a very good guess, so he laid a spell on the kettle before lending it, and afterward set out for Moose's lodge. Looking in, he beheld a great quantity of bear-meat. "I shall have a fine feast to-morrow," said he, laughing, as he stole quietly away without being seen. On the following day the old grandmother of Moose took the borrowed kettle, cleaned it carefully, and carried it to its owner. She never dreamed that he would suspect anything. "Oh," said Marten, "what a fine kettleful of bear-meat you have brought me!" "I have brought you nothing," the old woman began in astonishment, but a glance at her kettle showed her that it was full of steaming bear-meat. She was much confused, and knew that Marten had discovered her plot by magic art. Though Marten was by no means so brave or so industrious as Moose, he nevertheless had two very beautiful wives, while his companion had not even one. Moose thought this rather unfair, so he ventured to ask Marten for one of his wives. To this Marten would not agree, nor would either of the women consent to be handed over to Moose, so there was nothing for it but that the braves should fight for the wives, who, all unknown to their husband, were fairies. And fight they did, that day and the next and the next, till it grew to be a habit with them, and they fought as regularly as they slept. In the morning Moose would say: "Give me one of your wives." "Paddle your own canoe," Marten would retort, and the fight would begin. Next morning Moose would say again: "Give me one of your wives." "Fish for your own minnows," the reply would come, and the quarrel would be continued with tomahawks for arguments. "Give me one of your wives," Moose persisted. "Skin your own rabbits!" Meanwhile the wives of Marten had grown tired of the perpetual skirmishing. So they made up their minds to run away. Moose and Marten never missed them: they were too busy righting. All day the fairy wives, whose name was Weasel, travelled as fast as they could, for they did not want to be caught. But when night came they lay down on the banks of a stream and watched the stars shining through the pine-branches. "If you were a Star-maiden," said one, "and wished to marry a star, which one would you choose?" "I would marry that bright little red one," said the other. "I am sure he must be a merry little fellow." "I," said her companion, "should like to marry that big yellow one. I think he must be a great warrior." And so saying she fell asleep. When they awoke in the morning the fairies found that their wishes were fulfilled. One was the wife of the great yellow star, and the other the wife of the little red one. This was the work of an Indian spirit, whose duty it is to punish unfaithful wives, and who had overheard their remarks on the previous night. Knowing that the fulfilment of their wishes would be the best punishment, he transported them to the Star-country, where they were wedded to the stars of their choice. And punishment it was, for the Yellow Star was a fierce warrior who frightened his wife nearly out of her wits, and the Red Star was an irritable old man, and his wife was obliged to wait on him hand and foot. Before very long the fairies found their life in the Star-country exceedingly irksome, and they wished they had never quitted their home. Not far from their lodges was a large white stone, which their husbands had forbidden them to touch, but which their curiosity one day tempted them to remove. Far below they saw the Earth-country, and they became sadder and more home-sick than ever. The Star-husbands, whose magic powers told them that their wives had been disobedient, were not really cruel or unkind at heart, so they decided to let the fairies return to earth. "We do not want wives who will not obey," they said, "so you may go to your own country if you will be obedient once." The fairies joyfully promised to do whatever was required of them if they might return home. "Very well," the stars replied. "You must sleep to-night, and in the morning you will wake and hear the song of the chickadee, but do not open your eyes. Then you will hear the voice of the ground-squirrel; still you must not rise. The red squirrel also you shall hear, but the success of our scheme depends on your remaining quiet. Only when you hear the striped squirrel you may get up." The fairies went to their couch and slept, but their sleep was broken by impatience. In the morning the chickadee woke them with its song. The younger fairy eagerly started up, but the other drew her back. "Let us wait till we hear the striped squirrel," said she. When the red squirrel's note was heard the younger fairy could no longer curb her impatience. She sprang to her feet, dragging her companion with her. They had indeed reached the Earth-country, but in a way that helped them but little, for they found themselves in the topmost branches of the highest tree in the forest, with no prospect of getting down. In vain they called to the birds and animals to help them; all the creatures were too busy to pay any attention to their plight. At last Lox, the wolverine, passed under the tree, and though he was the wickedest of the animals the Weasels cried to him for help. "If you will promise to come to my lodge," said Lox, "I will help you." "We will build lodges for you," cried the elder fairy, who had been thinking of a way of escape. "That is well," said Lox; "I will take you down." While he was descending the tree with the younger of the fairies the elder one wound her magic hair-string in the branches, knotting it skilfully, so that the task of undoing it would be no light one. When she in her turn had been carried to the ground she begged Lox to return for her hair-string, which, she said, had become entangled among the branches. "Pray do not break it," she added, "for if you do I shall have no good fortune." Once more Lox ascended the tall pine, and strove with the knots which the cunning fairy had tied. Meanwhile the Weasels built him a wigwam. They filled it with thorns and briers and all sorts of prickly things, and induced their friends the ants and hornets to make their nests inside. So long did Lox take to untie the knotted hair-string that when he came down it was quite dark. He was in a very bad temper, and pushed his way angrily into the new lodge. All the little creatures attacked him instantly, the ants bit him, the thorns pricked him, so that he cried out with anger and pain. The fairies ran away as fast as they could, and by and by found themselves on the brink of a wide river. The younger sat down and began to weep, thinking that Lox would certainly overtake them. But the elder was more resourceful. She saw the Crane, who was ferryman, standing close by, and sang a very sweet song in praise of his long legs and sort feathers. “Will you carry us over the river ?” she asked at length. “Willingly,” replied the Crane, who was very susceptible to,flattery, and he ferried them across the river. They were just in time. Scarcely had they reached the opposite bank when Lox appeared on the scene, very angry and out of breath. “Ferry me across, Old Crooked-legs,” said he, and added other still more uncomplimentary remarks. The Crane was furious, but he said nothing, and bore Lox out on the river. “I see you,” cried Lox to the trembling fairies. “I shall have you soon !” “You shall not, wicked one,” said the Crane, and he threw Lox into the deepest part of the stream. The fairies turned their faces homeward and saw him no more. |
2023.06.01 00:19 ALQatelx PSA: Troll trader is very necron friendly
So im not sure of the general opinion of this site by most warhammer people, so hopefully this message doesn't come off the wrong way, as im pretty new myself. But so far ive purchased about 1200 pts of crons for about 170 USD and it felt like id robbed a bank. It was 2 seperate purchasesas i wanted to test them out with a smaller purchase but after i was impressed i went all in. At first i thought the entire site was a gold mine but after looking through it more i quickly realized most other armies dont have anywhere near the amount of unpainted, still-on-sprue models to choose from. Especially with indomitus going away, you can grab that specific overlord as well as the royal warden for dirt cheap. Hopefully this comes of use to some of you guys, and glory to the eternal empire! (Still unsure of a lore-accurate catch phrase.
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2023.06.01 00:14 Haunting_Radish4822 Selling 2x Philly tickets for tonight 5/31 @ Wells Fargo Centre. Send DM if you're interested. I desperately need them gone before showtime.
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2023.06.01 00:14 Icy_Appointment8852 [Event] The Hezekiah Rail Improvement Plan; Israel 2035
A press release from the Ministry of Transport, National Infrastructure and Road Safety
משרד התחבורה, התשתיות הלאומיות והבטיחות בדרכים,
Following consultation with cabinet colleagues, Minister Brig. Gen. (Ret.) Miri Regevhas authorized the release of the Ministry's medium term developmental plan titled "Israel 2035" to revitalise, restructure and improve Israel's rail transport links, and bring the nation closer together, with improvements being especially needed in the Territories.The plans for the Tel Aviv Metro were first formulated in 2015 through the Minsitry of Finance. Following consultation with the Ministry of Finance, the project shall return to the Ministry of Transort for oversight and financial control purposes, as well as additions. With the additional controls in place, new estimates place construction begining in December 2024, with operations begining in January 2032.
The Metro will consist of the already proposed 3 lines (M1, M2, M3) in their existing configuration as approved by the National Infrastructures Committee. The existing McKinsey report has the total cost laid out at 150 billion shekels (40 billion USD), spread out over building costs, tunneling costs, rolling stock, and infrastructure systems. The Ministry currently estimates that costs will increase to 180 billion shekels over the lifetime of the construction due to the recent increases in inflation, and additional security measures that will need to be undertaken.
The Ministry will also increase focus on the security of all stations with additional monitoring systems and security measures being implemented in order to protect what will become critical infrastructure from attack. As well as that, all stations will be fitted out to also act as shelters in case of attacks, and will also double as nuclear fallout shelters in case of the worst possible scenario occuring. This nuclear fallout shelter policy will cost an additional 20 billion shekels to be sourced from the Ministry of Defense.
A high-speed railway to Eilat has been proposed for a number of years now, and after years of being stuck in the planning stage, the Ministry is pleased to announce that a plan has been approved by the National Infrastructure Commitee and construction will begin in 2027, with the line to open in 2035. The line itself will serve as a high speed link between the main population centers on the Mediterean Coast and in Mid-Israel, with the southern city of Eilat, allowing travel between the two in about two hours.
The line shall connect Tel Aviv, Ashdod (including port), Be'er Sheva, Dimona, Ramon Airport and Eilat. It shall allow a maximum speed of 230 to 300 kilometres per hour, and be fully electrified and double tracked to allow for maximum capacity and allow for use by both freight and passenger traffic, connecting the Red Sea with the Mediterean, avoiding the Suez Canal.
Following previous issues with funding this large scale project, the Ministry has agreed with the Prime Minister's Office that the most optimal way to fund this project is through issuing long term bonds, and short term stimilus funding through the Finance Ministry. A total of 140 Billion Shekels shall be put forward over the construction period of the Med-Red line.
Finally, amongst all the other big ticket items, the Ministry has also approved construction of a high speed rail line into the Territories (Area C; West Bank) of Judea to connect Tel Aviv, with Ma'ale Adumim, Modi'in Illit, Betar Illit and Ariel.
This is perhaps the most innovative project taken by the Ministry of Transport, as it ties the territory of Judea and Sumatra (formerly illegally occupied by the Arab powers. It will provide a direct high speed connection to the newly settled territories, and allow for greater expansion of territories in the future.
It will operate as a double tracked, fully electrified railway, with protective barrier fencing in "high risk" areas, with frequent security patrols to deter hostile activity. Most of these patrols will be undertaken through the use of Robattle UGVs who will also be used during the construction phase to provide security.
Costs for this project is estimated to be approximately 140 billion shekels over the construction period. With initial planning to begin immediately, and construction to begin in 2029, with the operations begining in 2036, it will surely lead to greater investment in the territories.
2023.06.01 00:14 megatronianian Renting ideas
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2023.06.01 00:08 Pixel681 Cashier’s Check issue
Hi there, just posting because I had a question. My fiancee went to Chase and got a cashiers check as we were giving in a security deposit. She did half cash and half from her account with Chase. We gave the landlord the check and when they tried to cash it at Wells Fargo, they got told there was a hold on the check 2 days after depositing the check. They got a call today saying that the bank tried to collect the funds from Chase and that there was no money? How could this be if the cashiers check was issued in the first place? The landlords branch apparently called our Chase branch and apparently Chase said the check didn’t clear, but now Wells Fargo is now demanding proof of payment from Chase and a proof of withdrawal? Can someone please explain what the next actions are? My fiancee went to Chase earlier to clear everything up and they said we were all good on our end yet Wells fargo says something else afterwards.
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2023.06.01 00:01 TomekBozza Loans for foreigner
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2023.05.31 23:58 Mouse-Direct Classic General Hospital: Luke & Laura 1979-1981
Where are my teens & kids who spent the summers on the run with Luke & Laura?
Some of you may have seen recently that Jackie Zeman (Bobbie Spencer) passed away earlier this month at the age of 70. She played the role of GH RN, former hooker with a heart of gold, land lady, and Luke's baby sister for 45 years. She had been a near constant in my life, so her loss sent me to YouTube in search of old GH clips and episodes.
TLDR: I watched a lot of old GH.
I found a goldmine in youtuber Sussezq who has playlists beginning when Bobbie calls her brother Luke Spencer to Port Charles to help break up Laura Webber and Scott Baldwin (1979), Laura's marriage to Scott and Luke's rape of Laura at the Campus Disco and then their summer on the run hiding from mobsters (1980), and their Ice Princess caper with Robert Scorpio and their Nov wedding with 30 million viewers (1981).
I was 9-11 during the Luke and Laura heyday. Some things I didn't remember, didn't get at the time, or just didn't get to see due to school and not having a VCR until 1984. I've watched from Luke & Laura's first meeting to their honeymoon, and here are my Gen-Xey thoughts:
The Good
The Ugly
In a 2022 interview with Oprah's "Where Are They Now," Genie Francis explained the following about why she left General Hospital in early 1982 at the height of Luke & Laura's popularity:
Despite the bad and the ugly of it all, the show meant A LOT to me between 9 and 25 or so, and Luke & Laura were probably my first fandom. It was amusing and sometimes surreal to relive it all again.
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Some of you may have seen recently that Jackie Zeman (Bobbie Spencer) passed away earlier this month at the age of 70. She played the role of GH RN, former hooker with a heart of gold, land lady, and Luke's baby sister for 45 years. She had been a near constant in my life, so her loss sent me to YouTube in search of old GH clips and episodes.
TLDR: I watched a lot of old GH.
I found a goldmine in youtuber Sussezq who has playlists beginning when Bobbie calls her brother Luke Spencer to Port Charles to help break up Laura Webber and Scott Baldwin (1979), Laura's marriage to Scott and Luke's rape of Laura at the Campus Disco and then their summer on the run hiding from mobsters (1980), and their Ice Princess caper with Robert Scorpio and their Nov wedding with 30 million viewers (1981).
I was 9-11 during the Luke and Laura heyday. Some things I didn't remember, didn't get at the time, or just didn't get to see due to school and not having a VCR until 1984. I've watched from Luke & Laura's first meeting to their honeymoon, and here are my Gen-Xey thoughts:
The Good
- The writing is much better than you think it's going to be. Gloria Monty was the showrunner at the time, and she turned a failing hospital daytime drama into the biggest daytime soap on the planet.
- Tony Geary (Luke) was just absolutely incredible as Luke Spencer. Smart, witty, and quick with ad-libs, he was also the little black dress of the show and had chemistry with everyone. He pulled better performances out of so-so actors, generously propped up lackluster actors, and allowed good actors to shine. He took Genie Francis under his wing and elevated her performance.
- Found Family is a more modern concept in media but soap operas have been creating families via long-lost children, paternity confusion, friends, step-parents, etc for decades. Luke has a less "traditionally" familial structure than Laura: his mother died due lack of health care, and his father abandoned them. Luke and his sister Bobbie grew up on the streets, with occasional help from his Aunt Ruby who then a brothel madam. By the time Luke has been back in Port Charles for a few months, Tony (Luke), Jackie (Bobbie), and Norma (Ruby) have built chemistry and loyalty into a "us against the world" bond that is impressive now, much less in the early 80s. Laura's family, while more traditional in structure, is also new: Laura was switched at birth and doesn't find out Dr. Leslie Webber is her birth mom until she's a teen. Leslie is married to Dr. Rick Webber, who is not Laura's bio father, and Laura has been raised with her sister Amy who is actually her sister via adoption. By 1980 you'd never know Rick and Leslie didn't raise Laura.
- The adventures are fun, cheesy, and fairly fast paced for a soap opera.
- The show often manages to tie Luke & Laura's adventures back to the hospital, or at least its doctors and nurses.
- The Campus Disco is both hilarious (why is it a college campus disco???) and amazing. The music is a weird muzak version of "Call Me" and "Ring My Bell," though.
- The fashions are glorious. I hated 70s fashions in the 80s, but they're incredibly forward now, seeing them as an adult. Luke often wears an amazing pair of pink Guess Jeans that I would kill for.
- Brian and Claudia are a hot, smart Black couple who are getting college degrees when we meet them, and they're both great friends to Laura and Scott (and later Luke). There's no racist subtext in their speech, clothing, jobs, and relationship. (But see me in the Bad Section later.)
- Richard Simmons (as himself) gives exercise classes as part of his Live-It (as opposed to diet) program. He's also -- and this amazing -- one of Luke's groomsmen for his failed wedding to Jennifer Smith! He shows up again to welcome Luke and Laura home after the Frank Smith / Left Handed Boy adventure, and then he just sort of fades away.
- Two henchmen chase after Luke and Laura during their summer on the run. "Hutch" Hutchinson is blond, gorgeous, and, like Tony Geary, appears to think he's acting on bigger show than he's on. His chemistry with Luke and Laura is amazing, and the three of them become great friends (this friendship triangle will later be replicated with Robert Scorpio). Sally Armitage, a bar owner in upstate New York for whom Hutch, Laura, and Luke work, turns out not only to be one of Frank Smith's hired guns, but also a man named Max Hedges in drag as Sally. I have so many questions! It's never explained why Max is Sally. It doesn't appear that he's trans (or transsexual as it was called then) and actually living as a woman, because we seem him as Max and he often uses his "Max voice" to talk to Frank Smith. Is he in drag to better disguise himself and make Luke & Laura more trusting of him? Or is the character merely a transvestite who just enjoys dressing as a woman at times? I DON'T KNOW! But it's fascinating, and treated with astounding respect in 1980 (despite Sally being a bad guy).
- The Ice Princess freezing plot is straight out of James Bond, but there are layers to it -- the discussions of the haves and have nots are especially poignant when Luke recounts his and and Bobbie's childhoods.
- The wedding of the century was phenomenal. I hated the bridesmaid dresses at the time (I still don't like mauve or hats), the antique cars and the outdoors setting, and all of the country decor from Luke and Laura's time hiding out on Whittaker's Farm is lovely, with a with a plotluck meal from the residents of Port Charles (including caviar and Oysters Rockefeller from the Quartermaines).
- Robert Xavier Scorpio. Hot dude, great accent, great actor, stellar chemistry with Luke.
- Rick Springfield is freaking fine as Dr. Noah Drake. Just as fine as I remember from 1981 when I bought "Working Class Dog."
- It's not even going to start with the rape. Shocker, I know. Rick and Leslie Webber and Gail and Lee Baldwin were okay with Laura at 17 marrying Scotty who had to be at least 23 (he was in law school). I grew up in a rural town in Oklahoma. It was extremely typical for girls to get married right out of high school where and when I grew up, and often to slightly older men in their 20s who were "settled." But those were poor people who had been raised to believe they had very few educational opportunities. Laura is the child of two MDs. Worse, Genie Francis actually was 17 and some of the things she went through were so not okay.
- Laura gets a job serving alcohol at the Disco when was 17. The drinking age in New York was 18 in 1979, so that was probably legal. Just weird if you're me.
- Laura is incredibly infantilized by Scott and her parents. It's kinda gross.
- The rape. It's so much worse than you remember. Luke comes to town to break up Laura and Scott (for Bobbie), fails, and then falls for high school senior Laura (they don't ever give Luke's actual age, but I think it's supposed to be around 25; Tony Geary was actually 32 in 1979). He even takes pictures of her in her cheerleading uniform (which Luke cops to still having a year later). When she is almost 18 and married to Scott, Luke pulls her onto the dance floor at the Campus Disco after hours and forces her to dance to Herb Alpert's "Rise." He kisses her despite her protests, and then drags her to the floor and rapes her while she is saying, "No." There's no ambiguity. Even a "what about" guy would struggle because Laura is 17, Luke's employee, and shell-fucking-shocked when it's over. She escapes to the park and later reports the rape, but doesn't reveal she knew her attacker. She accuses Luke of the rape to his face, and he doesn't deny it. Despite the fact that he is torn up about it, he raped her. She still keeps working at the disco, and she doesn't tell Scott, and she displays PTSD, but she still keeps helping Luke with his mob problems. The chemistry between Luke and Laura was such that the show ran with it. Tony was an incredible actor nd he brought out a strength in Laura we hadn't see before. So they have Laura punish Luke emotionally, but she doesn't turn him in, and she doesn't cut him out of her life. Before his abortive wedding to Jennifer, she writes him a letter where she forgives him (which Scott finds, ending their marriage). Once on the run, she "admits" to Luke that it wasn't rape, that she wanted it too, but was just too ashamed of her feelings for him and didn't want to break her marriage vows and be ashamed in front of her family and friends. The gross "seduction-rape" trope was huge in the 80s. Good girls could not be seen actively seeking sex, so they were often "taken against their will." It played out in real life, too, with several women my age not knowing they were raped because "they put themselves in a room alone with him" or "they should have fought harder." Several of my friends wouldn't use birth control, because that meant you had planned to have sex, rather than it be something that happened to you.
- Of all the grossness that surrounds the Luke & Laura rape, the worst is her apology to him that they made love, rather than that he raped her.
- Too much reliance on "kooky" characters like Slick Jones and Emma Lutz. While Slick isn't bad, Emma is really a single punchline (she's "trashy hot"! Ha ha! So funny!). Tony was so good at being "wacky" as Luke that they wanted to build on that. Unfortunately not every character actor is Tony.
- Brian and Claudia are attractive, smart, witty, fun, loving, loyal, and fit into Port Charles society seamlessly. They also don't have a single storyline that isn't supporting to someone else (at least between 1979-1981). Can a Black man get some amnesia or hysterical blindness???
- It's hilarious that Luke goes to Dan Rooney, the hospital administrator, for international banking intel about the Quartermaines, Cassadines, and Robert Scorpio. Oh, we get a line of dialogue about how he used to work for movers and shakers, but it's still amusing. One of my best friends is the CFO for a local small credit union. Imma hit her up about Musk and Soros.
- Laura is not only sacrificed on the purity altar, she's also dragged across the coals for getting a divorce. Since Laura's soon-to-be-ex father-in-law Lee Baldwin is apparently the only attorney in town, she must turn to his associate, Joe Kelly (who graduates law school in like 6 months) to get her divorce from Scott. Quick Mexican divorces were de rigueur on 80s TV, so off Laura heads to Juarez. Lee tears up the divorce decree in a drunken rage, and Luke confronts him about it. Lee is later apologetic, and explains it as "what a dad gotta do," but latter adds that it was also due to the mores of his generation. The mores of his generation?! Lee might be Greatest Gen, but his General Hospital CV will tell you that:
- He's a recovering alcoholic with anger issues
- He's the biological father of Rick Webber's younger brother Jeff who was conceived via infidelity between Lee and Helene Webber
- He was totes fine with college grad Scott marrying a literal high school senior!
The Ugly
In a 2022 interview with Oprah's "Where Are They Now," Genie Francis explained the following about why she left General Hospital in early 1982 at the height of Luke & Laura's popularity:
"I was very young. I was only 19. I was having trouble with drugs and alcohol," she said. After spending a night in the hospital, she was told she had to return to work the next day. Then someone came to her dressing room to inform her what had been said about her on set. "They said it didn't matter if you lived or died because Tony was the whole show," the person told her. "That hurt," the actress added. Feeling that she didn't matter to the show and that she was considered "nothing," Francis thought, "Okay, watch this. I'm gone," and in a moment of anger, she quit "GH." She admitted the decision was rather hot-headed, saying, "I went a long distance to prove a point. A very long distance," acknowledging that her actions hurt herself as well.Read More: https://www.nickiswift.com/1105223/the-heartbreaking-reason-genie-francis-left-general-hospital-at-the-height-of-luke-and-lauras-fame/
Despite the bad and the ugly of it all, the show meant A LOT to me between 9 and 25 or so, and Luke & Laura were probably my first fandom. It was amusing and sometimes surreal to relive it all again.
2023.05.31 23:58 bordermessie-on-edge The *Bonk* No 348- The german evening post for Apes 31.05.23 / all credits to u/RetardHolder , the Ankermann*Bonk*
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That should be the most important for today. If there is anything else worth mentioning that I didn't notice, feel free to write it here in the comments. I will try to add to the post if necessary.(only in the german sub). Sleep well my dear Apes, see you next time! u/Right_on_q |
2023.05.31 23:56 xXNachoaXx Would like help making plan for a gaming / work station PC around 2.5k CAD
What will you be doing with this PC? Be as specific as possible, and include specific games or programs you will be using.Primarily games with some hobbies in photo editing and illustration, would like to be able to run modern games at high settings like Elden Ring, Cyberpunk, destiny and such. Will be working excessively with Photoshop, Illustrator, lightroom and 3D programs as well like Blender, Zbrush and Maya.
What is your maximum budget before rebates/shipping/taxes?$2500 CAD
When do you plan on building/buying the PC? Note: beyond a week or two from today means any build you receive will be out of date when you want to buy.As soon as possible, hopefully within the next week or so.
What, exactly, do you need included in the budget? (ToweOS/monitokeyboard/mouse/etc)Tower and OS would be appreciated everything else is already provided, though i would appreciate recommendations for Monitors, Microphones, Headphones and other peripherals as im looking to upgrade those soon as well! Currently keeping any eye out for good monitors to replace my current 2 with hopefully higher resolutions than 1080p if anyone has recommendations.
Which country (and state/province) will you be purchasing the parts in? If you're in US, do you have access to a Microcenter location?Canada, will have access to a Memory Express for parts.
If reusing any parts (including monitor(s)/keyboard/mouse/etc), what parts will you be reusing? Brands and models are appreciated.Would like a fresh slate for all parts, will not be reusing anything from the current system. Currently using a Corsair K70 keyboard and a Logitech G600 mouse. an asus and samsung monitor that i've reused since past builds and a Huion GT-191 graphics illustration tablet.
Will you be overclocking? If yes, are you interested in overclocking right away, or down the line? CPU and/or GPU?No interest in overclocking as most of what I do is fairly light work, would appreciate being able to run programs and games at max with minimal hiccups but not opposed to drop settings.
Are there any specific features or items you want/need in the build? (ex: SSD, large amount of storage or a RAID setup, CUDA or OpenCL support, etc)Would like a pretty large and fast amount of storage, currently have a 2tb drive with a small SSD boot drive and a secondary small SSD for common games i play. It works fine but having more room in the SSDs would be nice if it didn't break the bank.
What type of network connectivity do you need? (Wired and/or WiFi) If WiFi is needed and you would like to find the fastest match for your wireless router, please list any specifics.Currently have wired but i find having access to wifi handy if i never need to travel for a LAN or anything similar.
Do you have any specific case preferences (Size like ITX/microATX/mid-towefull-tower, styles, colors, window or not, LED lighting, etc), or a particular color theme preference for the components?Whatever fits the parts! I like having the window and some of the LEDs being seen but its not a huge requirement, something fairly quiet is preferred, no huge preference on colour or theme but I typically like to stick with basic black cases.
Do you need a copy of Windows included in the budget? If you do need one included, do you have a preference?Shouldn't be necessary, I have access to keys that I'll need.
All the help is appreciated, if you have further inquiries that would help the process let me know. Thank you!
2023.05.31 23:46 gwaihir42 To greener pastures
MAP
A view towards the hills separating Xanthea and Tritonea from the great eastern valley
Around 250 After Dawn, Xanthea suffered a series of bad droughts. The spring desert/steppe pastures did not have the grass to support their livestock and pastoralist clans that could not secure areas to graze in the upper Rujavanti (Luzum) valley were forced to find other pasturage, which they found to the east. Over the hills that make up the spine of Horea lay another long broad valley with a large river meandering across the floodplain. The climate was still semi-arid, though wetter than to the west, and the valley floor was a patchwork of oak/ponderosa savanna and stands of broadleaf forest rising into hills of ponderosa pine and then spruce-fir forest along the mountain front. The Yélu found this valley to be rich pasturage for their horses and bison, abundant with wild animals, and good farmland.
The valley was inhabited by groups of horticulturalist-hunters who spoke a Tritonean language. While there was conflict in the ensuing years between Yélu migrants and the indigenous peoples, often both groups recognized that peaceful trading relationships could be highly profitable. The local tribes recognized that having access to wool, dairy, and other livestock products was highly valuable, while the pastoralists could trade for crops.
Yélu pastoralists, traders, and raiders had been crossing into this valley for centuries at this point, but the influx during the drought prompted clans to stay in the valley and winter there, digging and constructing pit homes against the cold. To the west, the drought worsened and minor tributaries of the great rivers dried up, leaving the fields of sorghum to die. Some agrarian communities whose lands were parched heard of the broad valley to the east and migrated there, forming agrarian communities and intermarrying with the locals. These pastures were more consistently lush than those in the prairies and deserts to the west, necessitating less seasonal migration to maintain a herd of the same size. This led to pastoralist and agrarian communities becoming more intertwined and mixed.
Over the ensuing centuries, the indigenous groups to the valley assimilated into Yélu culture, considering themselves to be Yélu and switching to mostly speaking a distinct Yélu dialect. They brought with them several of their deities into the Yélu pantheon: most notably several deities and festivals associated with local crops and landscape features.
The agricultural landscape eventually would look like upland zizania (not diffused yet, but setting up description for the future) grown along the river floodplain with sorghum, chia, and sunroot grown on the well drained soils to either side. Animals are grazed in pasturage on the valley floor and in the hills above. It was in this great valley that the water bison stolen and traded for from the lowland were bred to thrive in the drier and colder conditions of the hills. These upland bison were a great addition to herds, providing dairy, meat, skins/other animal products, and hardy pack animals.
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A view towards the hills separating Xanthea and Tritonea from the great eastern valley
Around 250 After Dawn, Xanthea suffered a series of bad droughts. The spring desert/steppe pastures did not have the grass to support their livestock and pastoralist clans that could not secure areas to graze in the upper Rujavanti (Luzum) valley were forced to find other pasturage, which they found to the east. Over the hills that make up the spine of Horea lay another long broad valley with a large river meandering across the floodplain. The climate was still semi-arid, though wetter than to the west, and the valley floor was a patchwork of oak/ponderosa savanna and stands of broadleaf forest rising into hills of ponderosa pine and then spruce-fir forest along the mountain front. The Yélu found this valley to be rich pasturage for their horses and bison, abundant with wild animals, and good farmland.
The valley was inhabited by groups of horticulturalist-hunters who spoke a Tritonean language. While there was conflict in the ensuing years between Yélu migrants and the indigenous peoples, often both groups recognized that peaceful trading relationships could be highly profitable. The local tribes recognized that having access to wool, dairy, and other livestock products was highly valuable, while the pastoralists could trade for crops.
Yélu pastoralists, traders, and raiders had been crossing into this valley for centuries at this point, but the influx during the drought prompted clans to stay in the valley and winter there, digging and constructing pit homes against the cold. To the west, the drought worsened and minor tributaries of the great rivers dried up, leaving the fields of sorghum to die. Some agrarian communities whose lands were parched heard of the broad valley to the east and migrated there, forming agrarian communities and intermarrying with the locals. These pastures were more consistently lush than those in the prairies and deserts to the west, necessitating less seasonal migration to maintain a herd of the same size. This led to pastoralist and agrarian communities becoming more intertwined and mixed.
Over the ensuing centuries, the indigenous groups to the valley assimilated into Yélu culture, considering themselves to be Yélu and switching to mostly speaking a distinct Yélu dialect. They brought with them several of their deities into the Yélu pantheon: most notably several deities and festivals associated with local crops and landscape features.
The agricultural landscape eventually would look like upland zizania (not diffused yet, but setting up description for the future) grown along the river floodplain with sorghum, chia, and sunroot grown on the well drained soils to either side. Animals are grazed in pasturage on the valley floor and in the hills above. It was in this great valley that the water bison stolen and traded for from the lowland were bred to thrive in the drier and colder conditions of the hills. These upland bison were a great addition to herds, providing dairy, meat, skins/other animal products, and hardy pack animals.
2023.05.31 23:34 mpxxx88 Gonna try valley wellness tomorrow
I only smoke once in a while and this is literally 10 mins from me, if that. Any recommendations ??
I was thinking of getting pre rolls or maybe edibles but idk. I haven’t smoked in a couple of months. Just looking to kick back, be relaxed and enjoy some video games this weekend.
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I was thinking of getting pre rolls or maybe edibles but idk. I haven’t smoked in a couple of months. Just looking to kick back, be relaxed and enjoy some video games this weekend.
2023.05.31 23:33 Mothersilverape Jamie Dimon may be running for USA President? Ok. Who on earth here is trying to give me a heart attack? The world is waking up to the role of those running big banks now (I hope.) Luckily, I feel that all will end well. So I am assuming this won’t be happening.
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2023.05.31 23:27 RonJake Calling on Engineers (specifically Environmental Engineers) for career advice for a recent Environmental Engineer Grad. What should I do?
I posted this in EnvironmentalEngineer so I am copying and pasting this here as well.
So I am in need of some career advice. I (24M) recently graduated with a masters in Environmental Engineering in December 2022, I graduated with a Bachelors in Earth and Environmental Science in 2020. I am looking for an entry level environmental engineer (water resources, wastewater) position and I have been job searching since December. While I have gotten a few interviews (initial Phone call then first interview) no company seems to want to take a chance with me (I live in NJ). I have taken a look at my resume and figured that there are 2 reasons why I am not getting the job I want: 1. I am not an EIT (I am scheduled to take my FE Environmental Exam in August 2023 and have begun studying since the beginning of May. I was never really pushed to take the FE exam during college but it seems that to even begin entry level, you need the EIT designation. Some job postings will say (EIT a plus) and well I figured EIT's are the ones getting hired (my old company that I interned at flat out told me most of their offices only hire EIT's and I found that a month ago)). 2. I could use more job experience (I did an internship at a consultancy firm last summer and was a field laborer for an environmental remediation contracting company 2 years before. Most job postings are looking for 0-3 years for entry level and the interviews I've had really take interest in what I did at the consultancy firm. I was also a lab assistant for 6 months for one of my professors during my bachelors.) So instead of feeling sorry for myself that no one wants me and feeling like a loser, I want to take action. What I have begun doing, along with studying for my FE Environmental Exam, is to try and start applying to environmental science jobs. If I land one, I figure I will do that until I hopefully pass my FE exam then try and sidestep to an environmental engineer position. Is this a good course of action? Any advice would be greatly appreciated. I have no debt and have some cash in the bank, should I just suck up not being employed until I hopefully pass my FE exam in August? (I heard studying for the FE exam while working is manageable as long as you forgo your social life and diet lol). At this point I seriously doubt I'll be hired for an entry level EnvEng position without an EIT designation. I have also figured I can maybe do another internship (paid or non-paid) with some local companies to get some more experience, would that be a good idea? I live maybe a minute's walk away from a P.E.'s office but they do civil and structural work for the town, still... experience is experience. Like I said, any advice would be greatly appreciated.
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So I am in need of some career advice. I (24M) recently graduated with a masters in Environmental Engineering in December 2022, I graduated with a Bachelors in Earth and Environmental Science in 2020. I am looking for an entry level environmental engineer (water resources, wastewater) position and I have been job searching since December. While I have gotten a few interviews (initial Phone call then first interview) no company seems to want to take a chance with me (I live in NJ). I have taken a look at my resume and figured that there are 2 reasons why I am not getting the job I want: 1. I am not an EIT (I am scheduled to take my FE Environmental Exam in August 2023 and have begun studying since the beginning of May. I was never really pushed to take the FE exam during college but it seems that to even begin entry level, you need the EIT designation. Some job postings will say (EIT a plus) and well I figured EIT's are the ones getting hired (my old company that I interned at flat out told me most of their offices only hire EIT's and I found that a month ago)). 2. I could use more job experience (I did an internship at a consultancy firm last summer and was a field laborer for an environmental remediation contracting company 2 years before. Most job postings are looking for 0-3 years for entry level and the interviews I've had really take interest in what I did at the consultancy firm. I was also a lab assistant for 6 months for one of my professors during my bachelors.) So instead of feeling sorry for myself that no one wants me and feeling like a loser, I want to take action. What I have begun doing, along with studying for my FE Environmental Exam, is to try and start applying to environmental science jobs. If I land one, I figure I will do that until I hopefully pass my FE exam then try and sidestep to an environmental engineer position. Is this a good course of action? Any advice would be greatly appreciated. I have no debt and have some cash in the bank, should I just suck up not being employed until I hopefully pass my FE exam in August? (I heard studying for the FE exam while working is manageable as long as you forgo your social life and diet lol). At this point I seriously doubt I'll be hired for an entry level EnvEng position without an EIT designation. I have also figured I can maybe do another internship (paid or non-paid) with some local companies to get some more experience, would that be a good idea? I live maybe a minute's walk away from a P.E.'s office but they do civil and structural work for the town, still... experience is experience. Like I said, any advice would be greatly appreciated.
2023.05.31 23:26 Jjohn00 Got Frauded $1000 (sharing experience)
Just wanted to share my experience I had recently.
Got a call the morning of May 31st 2023 supposedly from Wells Fargo. (Even came up as WELLS FARGO on my phone as caller ID. The number checked out as well). Person I was speaking to seemed very eloquent and customer friendly. Notified me that there was a transaction made about 5:30 a.m. of that day under a certain person, via Apple pay. I don't have Apple pay so I said it wasn't my transaction. Long story short he kept me on and off hold for a while and sent me a couple of text messages from wells Fargo "Wells Fargo will never call or text you for this code Don't share it." I was half awake so I shared the code like an idiot. That should have been the first red flag. And he then asked me for the pin and card number for "verification purposes" in order to refund the supposed fraudulent transactions. As soon as after I gave him the information is when I started seeing transactions from apple pay come up as"pending" on my checking account. Second round flag should have been the on and off hold I was being put on. Started with about five entries of $45 each and then grew to about 10 entries. Eventually reaching $1,000. He eventually said after about 45 minutes on the call that my card will be shut down and a new one will be sent out in about 6 days.. I go to work and end up calling Wells Fargo directly that afternoon, spoke to fraud department. They said there was no said activity that they did on their end. My information has been hijacked. Representative filed a claim and in about 10 business days I'll hear back from them. For now my card has actually been shut down.
So this has probably been going on for a while but phone number hijacking is very common it seems. And apparently Wells Fargo always sends your text message when there's a suspicious transaction not a call? Even though I had gotten calls in the past from actual Wells Fargo representatives regarding frauds.
Just wanted to put this out there. Will update in a week once I hear back from them.
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Got a call the morning of May 31st 2023 supposedly from Wells Fargo. (Even came up as WELLS FARGO on my phone as caller ID. The number checked out as well). Person I was speaking to seemed very eloquent and customer friendly. Notified me that there was a transaction made about 5:30 a.m. of that day under a certain person, via Apple pay. I don't have Apple pay so I said it wasn't my transaction. Long story short he kept me on and off hold for a while and sent me a couple of text messages from wells Fargo "Wells Fargo will never call or text you for this code Don't share it." I was half awake so I shared the code like an idiot. That should have been the first red flag. And he then asked me for the pin and card number for "verification purposes" in order to refund the supposed fraudulent transactions. As soon as after I gave him the information is when I started seeing transactions from apple pay come up as"pending" on my checking account. Second round flag should have been the on and off hold I was being put on. Started with about five entries of $45 each and then grew to about 10 entries. Eventually reaching $1,000. He eventually said after about 45 minutes on the call that my card will be shut down and a new one will be sent out in about 6 days.. I go to work and end up calling Wells Fargo directly that afternoon, spoke to fraud department. They said there was no said activity that they did on their end. My information has been hijacked. Representative filed a claim and in about 10 business days I'll hear back from them. For now my card has actually been shut down.
So this has probably been going on for a while but phone number hijacking is very common it seems. And apparently Wells Fargo always sends your text message when there's a suspicious transaction not a call? Even though I had gotten calls in the past from actual Wells Fargo representatives regarding frauds.
Just wanted to put this out there. Will update in a week once I hear back from them.