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2023.06.01 01:50 iamaspecialsnoflake Best eye cream recommendations
Ok I have really noticed in the last year or so I'm getting lots of lines around my eyes. I don't notice so much when applying my makeup but in photos I can see just how severe it's getting! I have quite a few eye creams. The last week I have been using Auto Correct by Sunday Riley. I also have a Cerave eye cream, a Strivectin eye cream, First Aid Beauty Eye cream, etc. I have more but none of them seem to help with lines, only moisture. Is there a really good one out there you guys recommend??
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2023.06.01 01:48 xtremexavier15 TSWT 24 (pt 1)
Boys: Ezekiel, Mal
Episode 24: Hawaiian Style
A riff from an electric guitar opened the episode, the scene fading into a close-up of a spinning blue globe. As the camera moved up across Africa and Europe, the words 'TOTAL' and 'DRAMA' appeared in white block letters with a flash, moving up at an angle to make room for 'WORLD TOUR' in two additional rows of larger letters. One final word, 'AFTERMATH', appeared below it in a shower of stars, and as the theme music reached a tentative low the gleam from the words took over the whole screen.
Izzy, Sadie, Noah, and Mal grabbed a swan boat, and moments later, the boats splashed down into a river running through a hilly forest.
The music entered a low point as the title screen was shown again, the words flaring up once more to transition to the next clip.
Ezekiel Clone sniffed the air. He perked up and the camera cut briefly to the still berry-covered Owen washing up then back to him. The clone took the opportunity and launched himself at the fun guy and attacked him.
A few laughs were heard and the Aftermath theme renewed itself, the title screen flaring up for a third time.
Mal, Topher, and Sadie raced down the Wall as the camera panned down to show them moving faster. Sadie unknowingly skated towards the mine, causing her to be blown off the wall with a yell.
The title screen showed up for the final time.
Topher slipped on the puddle of oil, forcing him to land on his back while the cake splattered on the floor candle first.
The camera quickly panned rightward to the door at the side of the plane; it slammed open and countless animals ran out – a sasquatch, a bear, a horse, a seal, a duck, a bunch of rats and chipmunks, and Ezekiel Clone at the front of it.
The resulting explosion was shown from about a mile away, and the light completely enveloped the once-peaceful nighttime scene.
The Aftermath's title sequence played once more, earning another round of applause from the unseen audience as the episode began.
"Hello, everyone!" the voice of Josh spoke out, walking in to a close-up shot of what looked like the host's couch in an outdoor set. "Welcome, to Total Drama Aftermath! We are coming to you guys live from the beautiful tropical shores of Hawaii!" The camera zoomed out. As he'd said the main parts of the Aftermath set had been transplanted to a beautiful white-sand beach, a smoking volcano off in the background. Two-tiered couches had been set up on either side like usual, but unlike usual, both held members of the Peanut Gallery: the left had Brick, Courtney, Cody, and Heather on the top row, Lightning, Jo, Amy, and Rodney on the bottom; the right-hand couches had Lindsay, Sky, and Shawn on the top, Beth, Harold, Duncan, and Ella on the bottom. Luna and Ron were also seated next to Ella.
"After traveling all around the world this season," Josh continued, "we had to wrap it up with a big shot of paradise. And I'm not relaxing on this beach by myself. Let's give a big welcome to our Peanut Gallery!" The audience cheered, the camera cutting from one half of the gallery to the other as the former contestants there smiled and waved to varying degrees.
"We've two episodes left before we declare this season's million dollar winner!" Josh said enthusiastically. "And it's going to happen right here."
He paused for a few seconds for the applause to die down, then continued. "First things first, we have to say hello to a few people who were boot off the show. Please welcome," he motioned to the side, "Noah, Sadie, Owen, and Eva!"
The crowd cheered again as the four were shoved into view by an unseen intern. "Why are we all being introduced at the same time?" Sadie asked.
"We're doing things differently today," Josh answered.
"Tell me we don't have to sing," Eva said. "I'm tired of raising my voice."
"We'll get to that soon enough," Josh told him. "But first, I want to ask you guys something." He cleared his throat. "Are any of you wondering why I'm here today instead of Blaineley as usual?"
"To be honest, yes," Shawn answered. "You haven't been in the past aftermath episodes."
"Did Blaineley get her job back or what?" Duncan asked impatiently.
"She definitely did, but that's not why she's absent today," Josh said. "She's out sick today, so I'm here to fill in for her."
"I do hope she gets better soon," Ella said with sympathy as she nurtured Ron and Luna.
"So do I," Sadie agreed as she sat down next to Ella, who frowned harder at her. "Are you not going to talk to me?"
"We'll talk after this episode is done. As for now, don't bother me," Ella said sternly.
Sadie sighed miserably, and even when Luna and Ron glared at her, her expression didn't change.
"I deserved that," she mumbled to herself.
"Hey Josh, don't forget to talk about Dawn and how she's stuck in Siberia," Harold reminded the man.
"I was getting to that," Josh continued. "Last episode, Dawn was nursing a wounded bear in Siberia. Thankfully, the bear's all better now!" he said brightly before frowning. "Sadly, the airport officials wouldn't let her fly home since she only had Blaineley's passport."
"Me and Shawn rented a helicopter to locate and find Dawn," Jo told the host.
"Thanks for that," Josh said as a quick aside. "The wait is over!" he said brightly, pointing dramatically off into the distance.
The crowd cheered as a green helicopter was shown approaching high over the set. Dawn leaned out the side door and waved at the camera, then called out "Hello! I'm so happy to see all of you!"
The bear from Siberia poked its head out as well, and the crowd gasped. "Behind you!" Harold cried in warning.
Dawn looked at the bear, then back at the crowd. "Don't worry about Bruno!" She and the bear quickly ducked back into the helicopter as it descended. A ladder was thrown out, and Dawn used it to climb down and land on the sand.
"Are you ready to return to co-hosting?" Josh asked Dawn. "Blaineley's sick in bed, so I'm taking over for her."
"Okay," Dawn agreed and was going to shake hands with Josh, only for heavy plodding footsteps to herald a strong right hook at Josh from the bear, who had apparently landed on the beach without issue.
The audience and gallery gasped and shrieked in shock. "Bad Bruno!" Dawn scolded the bear. "We don't hurt people, remember?" The bear hung his head in shame.
"He's gotten possessive of me ever since I fixed his paw," Dawn explained as Josh rubbed his face. "But he's really sweet and protective... as long as no one gets within three feet of me."
"How are we supposed to host if that bear is in our way?" Josh asked.
"We'll figure something out, don't worry," Dawn told him. "But right now, let's get back to hosting."
"The Peanut Gallery will soon have a say in who's gonna get the million bucks," Josh said as the crowd clapped.
"That's good," Eva spoke up, the shot cut to the left half of the gallery and revealed that she was in the top row while Owen was at the top. "I have some things I'd like to say about the Final Three."
"Mal can't win the finale," Owen added. "He's the only evil player left!"
"That's if they can live long enough to compete," Shawn said with Noah in the top row. "How are they going to get out of Drumheller?"
"The number one cause of death in Drumheller is being stranded there!" Duncan claimed.
"Are we sure they'll be here for the finale?" Dawn asked her cohost.
"These guys are survivors," Josh said. "Look at Izzy. She's like a Total Drama cockroach."
"I thought that was Mal," Jo remarked.
"Maybe Izzy is Total Drama lichen," Shawn theorized. "The stuff that survives forever."
"My point is," Josh went on, "they'll find a way here one way or another, and it'll be exciting however it goes down!"
"So who does the Peanut Gallery think will win?" Dawn jovially asked the camera.
[A stereotypically Hawaiian tune began to play as the camera zoomed in on the monitor set up over the hosts' couch, which was now showing an image of peanuts dancing on two sets of tiered couches with a question mark between them. The question mark enlarged as the lyrics began, transitioning the screen to something else.]
"Who you gonna root for? Who's it gonna be?"
[Dawn sang over an image of three slot machine windows amongst a field of question marks. The windows started on question marks as well, before they started spinning rapidly.]
"Is it Mal, Ezekiel, or will you pick Izzy?"
[As Dawn sang, the reels stopped from left to right as each contestant was called in turn, showing stock images of Mike, Ezekiel, and Izzy all smiling.]
"There's Izzy, she's the new girl, and she's been playing hard!"
[Dawn sang, appearing on screen and doing a hula dance wearing a grass skirt, a lei around her waist, and flowers in her hair. Behind her, the scene changed to black-and-white clips of Izzy, showing her diving into the water to swim to the flag in Sweden, then her talking to a lobster in Newfoundland.]
"But she is too bizarre! She'd have! To pay! A bodyguard!"
[Dawn added. The clips continued behind her, showing Izzy jumping from ice floe to ice floe in the Yukon, then finding her barrel of oil in Drumheller.]
"Who you gonna root for? Who's it gonna be?"
[Dawn dropped back out of the scene as another few short clips played: Mal fulling exposing himself in China, Ezekiel being knocked to the floor in Greece, and Izzy talking about game shows in Japan.]
"Is it Mal, Ezekiel, or will you pick Izzy?"
[Another trio of clips accompanied the next line, this time showing Mal smirking down while climbing the Statue of Liberty in New York, Ezekiel singing in the cargo hold in Egypt, and Izzy being stretched in London before the beat dropped.]
"Ricki-tick-ity, you're gonna hear it from me!"
[Harold popped up on the screen wearing a dark baggy sweatshirt and beanie over his normal attire, and a gold chain and sunglasses. The music became a smooth hip-hop beat as he rapped. The black-and-white montage naturally became Ezekiel specific: him watching his clone be created in Area 51, then him being thrown off the plane by Chris.]
"The only one winning this is our man, Zeke!"
[Both he and the montage continued: showing Ezekiel playing his harmonica in Australia, then climbing up to the condor in Rapa Nui.]
"Pimpin' like a king, sippin' lemonade in the shade!"
[The montage continued: showing him crossing the finish line with Ace in China, being stuck in quicksand in Africa, and pulling out the pieces of his gold bling in Germany.]
"Kickin' it Hawaiian style! Gonna take home the cheddar!"
[Harold stuck a flower in his hair as Ezekiel was shown almost admitting that he likes Sadie to Jo in Paris, then taping up the broken pieces of his bling in the Amazon.]
"We're gonna be all smiles!"
[He rapped over a clip of Sadie carrying Ezekiel across the tightrope in Niagara Falls.]
[Harold said to the camera as the next clip consisted of Ezekiel and Sadie kissing.]
"Why does he get to sing?"
"He doesn't. Harold!"
[Ella, then Dawn were heard saying over a clip of Ezekiel thanking Ella for helping him in the Yukon.]
"Ricki-ticki-ticki-todelle, give it up for Ezekiel!"
[Harold rapped over clips of Ezekiel panicking over the plane turbulence in Jamaica and he and Sadie getting captured by the Ripper in London.]
"Harold's in the house spittin' rhymes that are viral, a-viral!"
[He rapped over a clip of Ezekiel holding on to the camel's butt in Egypt.]
"Give me the microphone! The song is over!"
[Dawn said as she snatched the microphone from the dweeb's hands, the montage was frozen on the camel scene.]
"Your rapping is good, but you can't hijack a song like that," Dawn scolded as the music ended and the shot cut back to the host couch, Harold walking back to his seat.
"Your singing voice is nice to hear though," Josh complimented.
"My father did say I have a gift!" Dawn said sweetly and shook his hand.
Bruno rose up from behind the couch, swiped down with his paw to separate the two, then smacked Josh all the way into the ocean.
The audience and gallery gasped in shock, and Dawn cried out "Josh!" in fear. She quickly turned a glare towards the bear, saying "Bruno! I told you, don't hurt innocent people!"
Bruno hung his head in shame under her glare, and he trudged over to the right half of the gallery. Most of the contestants that had been sitting there screamed and ran away, leaving only Beth paralyzed in fear in the bottom-left corner. Bruno took the seat behind her, and leaned over to sniff her.
"Maybe we can calm the bear down with something?" Sadie asked
"We can use kava tea," Shawn suggested as Bruno began to lick Beth's head. "Kava is a root the native Polynesians used to calm minds."
"Is it also an appetite suppressant?" Beth asked in terror as the bear continued to lick her.
"Before the Peanut Gallery hold up their flags to show who they're supporting," Dawn said as she resumed hosting and Josh rejoined her dripping wet, "let's see how our finalists stack up!"
She motioned back up to the widescreen as trading-card-like pictures of Mal, Ezekiel, and Izzy appeared on screen against a yellow starburst pattern, then rapidly spun around in a circle.
"Who has the best chance of taking home the cash?" Josh asked, smirking in anticipation before he and Dawn looked back at the camera. "Let's see who earned it the hard way, with some...!"
A bout of static cut the scene to an image of a white man in a full-body cast lying on a stretcher with his left arm in a sling. He was suddenly sent flying as an ambulance crashed into him, a deep voice announcing "Total Trauma!" over the blare of the siren, the shot pulling back to show Chef sitting on top of the ambulance in a male nurse's outfit.
"Ezekiel took a bit of a beating this season," Dawn began over a montage of clips showing Ezekiel getting knocked off the condor's nest by the mother condor then sucking his finger after touching an artificial in Area 51. "Most of it physical."
"He formed a relationship with Sadie and overcame most of his insensitivity," Josh continued over a clip of Sadie hugging Ezekiel in Paris. "But with Sadie out of the game," Sadie was shown catching her own parachute and Ezekiel was shown digging holes with Topher in Drumheller, "Ezekiel had to work with Topher."
"Ezekiel also has skills to fall back on," Dawn said, the montage cutting away briefly to show the moonchild nodding. The widescreen showed a stock photo of the young man. "Although he's the physically weakest of the finalists," the montage continued, showing Ezekiel getting covered in bandages in Egypt, "and ignorant about some things," the next clip was of Ezekiel believing Mal's lie in Jamaica, "he's easily the smartest of the Final Three," Dawn finished over a clip of him figuring out his team's saying in Newfoundland.
"All and all," Josh said as the camera cut back to the hosts, "I'd say he's got a chance. And he's definitely saner than our next competitor."
"Izzy also managed to avoid serious injury all season," Dawn said as the stock image of the psycho was shown. "What can we say? She's unstable," clips were shown of her falling into pudding in Niagara Falls, then hitting a pole and sliding down in New York.
The camera briefly returned to Josh as he said "Despite being new to the game, Izzy made a name for herself with his high IQ, friendships, and happiness." Halfway through the sentence the clips resumed, showing her taking charge in Sweden, forming Team E-Scope with Noah and Eva in London, and being dressed like a mummy in Egypt.
"Despite all we've mentioned, she isn't without her flaws," Dawn said. "Her attitude has gotten people annoyed with her on more than a few occasions," a clip was shown of her pressing buttons while Chef tried to stop her, "and she took this year's biggest makeover in Area 51." The clip reel changed to a long-distance shot of Area 51, and Dawn asked "Could we see that clip again?"
The feed cut to static, and Izzy was shown stepping out the chamber with her face looking like a clown.
"I remember that moment!" Cody said. "It took her all night to wash the makeup off."
"Even with her clown appearance, she's still more rational than Mal could ever be," Jo replied.
"Speaking of Mal," Dawn said, looking back up at the widescreen as it cut to another round of clips.
"No one really knew much about Mal when he first showed up," Josh continued as the clip of Mal's first appearance in the Yukon was shown, "but he quickly established himself as a ruthless competitor willing to do anything to make people suffer. Whether it's by throwing someone out of a plane," he was shown letting Owen fall from the plane, "throwing animals at someone," Mal was shown hurling a dingo at Cody, "or just being intimidating in general," he was shown threatening Ezekiel to be in first class, "Mal has been the vilest villain this whole game," the clips finished with Mal shoving Lindsay into a pole.
"Also," Dawn added as the shot cut back to the hosts, "raise your hand if he's the reason you're here now!" The camera cut around the Peanut Gallery, showing Duncan, Ella, Lindsay, Sadie, and Sky raising their hands on the right couch and Cody and Owen raising their hands on the left one.
"He's got all of the abilities of Mike's other personalities," Josh added over clips of Mal finding easter eggs in Rapa Nui, "and has avoided a few eliminations of his own," he finished over a clip of him surviving being eliminated in Africa.
"He's in the Final Three because of luck," Duncan scoffed.
"And if Topher didn't blow up the plane and get disqualified, he wouldn't even be there," Shawn added.
"Nothing seems to stop him," Josh claimed as the widescreen was shown in static, "even if he did get a swollen eye or get hoofed in the nuts." Clips of those instances happening in Rapa Nui and Greece played.
"But anyone can still win. It's too close to call," Dawn chimed. "Let's take a look at what could stop our finalists in their tracks." She motioned back up to the widescreen, which cut to another series of clips.
"Izzy's biggest weakness, aside from his insanity getting in the way, is her style of thinking," Josh said over a clip of Izzy going through the lasers in Paris.
"If she doesn't become fully aware of herself," Dawn added as clips of Izzy glowing from being inside a radioactive box in the Yukon were presented, "then she could wind up losing her pride and effectiveness."
"As for Mal," Dawn said as the clip montage moved to Mal talking to Topher in the Amazon and him giving away chowder in Newfoundland, "he is one of Mike's personalities, not the main one."
"If the final challenge triggers any of Mike's other alters," Josh added over Mal eating cake in China, "that could spell the end for Mal."
"And Ezekiel?" Dawn continued as the recap footage shifted to Ezekiel running with a panda in Japan. "I'd say his biggest weakness is his emotions."
"Agreed," Josh chimed in. "He's been working on his social skills," the montage continued on to show Ezekiel checking up on a tarred Topher in Drumheller. "But if he lets Sadie being eliminated get to him, he could very well do something drastic towards Mal," he finished over Ezekiel being faux complimented by Mal in Sweden.
"And here's where it gets interesting," Dawn continued as the static cut away back to her. "It's time for the Peanut Gallery to vote for their favorite finalists!"
The footage flashed ahead to a close-up of small flags bearing Izzy's face, the camera zooming out as the audience applauded to reveal them to be in the hands of Amy, Duncan, Eva, Lindsay, Noah, Owen, and Sky; they were now the only ex-contestants sitting on the left-side couches.
Cutting to the right-side couches revealed most of the rest of the cast sitting there holding Ezekiel flags: Beth, Brick, Cody, Courtney, Ella, Harold, Heather, Jo, Lightning, Luna, Rodney, Ron, Sadie, and Shawn.
"Figures nobody's a Mal fan," Duncan smiled, hurling all the Mal flags away.
"I don't see how Ezekiel can beat Izzy," Eva admitted. "He'd lose immediately in a fight against me while Izzy can fend me off for thirty seconds."
"But Ezekiel's the only finalist that hasn't gotten arrested or did something questionable," Shawn replied. "That has to count for something!"
The camera cut to Bruno as he walked up towards a nervous Beth with a red checkered bib around his neck. "Uh, is the tea ready yet?" she asked before Bruno roared.
The black male intern promptly arrived with a tea kettle and cup on a tray. "I'll take care of it," Shawn volunteered, grabbing the kettle off the tray. "I have some experience dealing with bears last season, especially hungry ones." He cleared his throat, then turned to face Bruno.
The bear roared again, but rather than flee, Shawn just shoved the kettle into his mouth, which immediately closed around the spout. Bruno blinked in confusion, then began to drink; he finished after a few seconds, took the kettle out of his mouth, and yawned contentedly.
"I still don't know how blessed I am to have you as my boyfriend," Jo said.
"After 44 days of traveling, Bruno can use some rest," Dawn talked to Josh.
"And he got it," Josh said, only to be interrupted by a roaring Bruno once again. The bear promptly fell asleep and dropped over onto Josh, pinning him to the ground as the audience gasped.
"Josh!" Dawn shrieked before noticing the camera still on her. "Err, coming up next, a few lucky members of the Peanut Gallery will face-off in an exciting surf challenge," she said quickly, "for a chance to win an advantage for their favorite finalist!" She nervously looked down at Josh.
"All that and more," Josh said, muffled by Bruno's sleeping head, "when we return on Total! Drama! Aftermath!"
"Can someone assist me here?!" Dawn asked as she tried to push Bruno off Josh herself and the audience applauded.
The show's title screen was shown again, the flaring letters leading in to the break.
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2023.06.01 01:48 philSOstoned Moonstone looking any better?
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2023.06.01 01:43 KhajitDidNothing Is this a Bed Bug Shell? Found in the lining of my couch. Sorry for the photo, it was very small.
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2023.06.01 01:42 WormiestBurrito Set expectations and boundaries or you're gonna have a bad time
Preface: This is geared towards new DMs, but if you're experienced and running into a lot of issues, this might be worth the read for you too. Expectations
An expectation is a guidleine that you set as the DM to ensure you're running the kind of game you want to run. While everyone's fun is important, if you aren't running the type of game you enjoy then there is a great chance that it will implode and you'll be left with a smoldering mess. Setting expectations is essential to ensuring that you're running a game for people who enjoy a similar style of play to you too, and it's probably the best way to ensure your campaign runs smoothly.
- Game Themes. Many of the stories, characters, and settings within the world will be morally grey. Sometimes there will be clear lines between "good" and "bad," but I enjoy what's in-between and often the morality will have to be determined by your character's views. Mature themes are also present (slavery, genocide, racism), but will not be described in some cases (I.E. anything involving children & torture, violence, etc).
- Difficulty. I try to run a fairly balanced game combat-wise, however, a lot factors into encounter difficulty. Playeparty choice prior to and during an encounter can affect difficulty. In addition, I do not run a DM vs. PC game and will not be trying to purposefully kill your characters or "win" encounters. PC death can occur, but those occurrences will be kept as natural as possible and rooted firmly in player agency/choices.
- In-Game Rules. I enjoy running a fairly RAW game. Most character abilities, spells, etc. will be ruled RAW or in line with Sage Advice. However, there will be plenty of "Rule of Cool" moments when appropriate, and I am also open to suggestions. I do enjoy some alternative rules to certain things and any of those that the party wants to use will be posted in House Rules.
Looking at those examples, a player gets a quick snapshot of how the game will play and can decide for themselves if it's a game they'll enjoy. Boundaries
Boundaries are your hard lines that you don't want crossed while you're DMing a campaign and typically involve out-of-game player behavior. Treat these as your absolutes, violation of which would warrant a warning or kick. Boundaries are your best tool for weeding out problem players and I highly recommend being extremely clear with them.
- No Hate Speech. Racism, sexism, phobia, etc are not allowed in any form. Mature themes will be present, but do not represent anything out-of-game, and should be handled with appropriate respect.
- No Sexual/Inappropriate Behavior. Some sexual themes (I.E. brothels, prostitution, etc.) will be present as part of the world, but should be treated respectfully. Your characters can explore romantic relationships with each other or NPCs, but nothing explicitly sexual will be described. Trigger themes like rape, sexual violence/harassment, etc. will not be present in any form (on-screen or implied).
- No Rules Lawyering. Avoid micromanaging others and no excessive arguments over rules. Be respectful when bringing up a ruling and accept "on the spot" rulings with the caveat that I will check after the session. Feel free to DM me with questions about rules prior to a session for anything.
If someone crosses a boundary, address it out of the game
and be firm with your boundaries. Often, if you're feeling uncomfortable with a player's behavior, your other players are likely feeling the same way. Don't let one person ruin the table.
Learning how to effectively set expectations and boundaries will solve 90% of your potential player problems. Just looking at the sub itself, a large majority of problems voiced could have probably be mitigated or solved if the DM had set expectations or boundaries. So, especially if you're new, set yourself up for success by doing this stuff prior to your campaign.
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2023.06.01 01:38 Unlikely_Aerie_4687 2 in 1 / Convertible Laptop for general use ~1000€ (Germany)
So I kinda fell into the rabbit hole of researching for laptops and came across the 2 in 1 Convertibles like the Microsoft's Surface or a Lenovo Yoga 7/7i.
I am totally out of the game of hardware comparisons and so on so I would love to see some suggestions for a Laptop for general usage.
So i try my best here with the form:
- Total budget (in local currency) and country of purchase. Please do not use USD unless purchasing in the US:
Around 1000€ (Germany). If it's really worth it I am willing to spend a hundred above.
- Are you open to refurbs/used?
Sure, if there is a reliable source here in Germany.
- How would you prioritize form factor (ultrabook, 2-in-1, etc.), build quality, performance, and battery life?
Looking for a 2 in 1 Laptop / Convertible and NON-Detachable. Easy to use for all types of tasks with battery life on the better side.
- How important is weight and thinness to you?
Not too much. But sure makes it more convenient to use if its easy to handle.
- Do you have a preferred screen size? If indifferent, put N/A.
- Are you doing any CAD/video editing/photo editing/gaming? List which programs/games you desire to run.
Maybe some Solidworks and MasterCAM for easy tasks at home. Maybe minimal beginner editing. No Gaming. Want it to teach myself more about Excel and Stuff and to maybe start some small side hustles.
- If you're gaming, do you have certain games you want to play? At what settings and FPS do you want?
No Gaming required.
- Any specific requirements such as good keyboard, reliable build quality, touch-screen, finger-print reader, optical drive or good input devices (keyboard/touchpad)?
Ofcourse a touchscreen maybe with a good and responsive Pen. Solid feel and reliable/future-proof build. Hdmi-Port may be useful to set it up with a second Screen for SolidWorks and Stuff or watching Videos to learn Excel&Co. USB Port for Wireless Mouse.
- Leave any finishing thoughts here that you may feel are necessary and beneficial to the discussion.
Really looking forward to your suggestions! Sadly the Local Stores like MediaMarkt and Tevi have really limited selectio and mostly older stuff and still selling it UVP Price...
Thanks in advance and best regards :)
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2023.06.01 01:37 Drechenaux My Uncle's Basement Housed A Terrible Secret
"Be careful when you gaze into the abyss- for when you do, the abyss also gazes into thee."
I don't think I would've remembered Uncle Ben (that's what I'll call him here) very well if it wasn't for one thing. I had a lot of relative visit us while growing up, but I can hardly recall enough of them to count on one hand.
The memory of him that stood out was when he, before leaving handed me something and then drove off.
I still remember- it was a hundred dollar bill! I was only four at the time, and this was the eighties- though as far as I know I could hand a kind a hundred dollar bill even today and after inflation, they'd be ecstatic. That's the time when even twenty feels like a fortune.
My mother 'kept it for safekeeping' of course- meaning I never saw a cent of it, but that left a lasting impression on me.
I understood, even then, that my Uncle Ben must've been loaded. I often asked my parents what it was that he did- because I sure wanted to do it as well.
The thing is that they never gave me a straight answer. They said that he was a businessman- and other times they would say he was a consultant. Those answers never really satisfied me, though as I got older I noticed that my parent's didn't seem to be hiding the information- they didn't seem to know very well either.
He visited us on and off over the years- every time giving me another extravagant sum of cash or something else valuable. That made me like him quite a bit more than anyone else who visited- and I'd ask why we never went to visit him. My father just said that Uncle Ben liked his privacy.
Don't get me wrong though- it wasn't like we grew up poor. It was just that we never had the money to throw around like Uncle Ben did.
Fast forward towards the future. I had moved out of my parent's house and hadn't seen Uncle Ben in years. I had started my own job and things were more or less going smoothly when I got a phone call from the police.
Uncle Ben... was dead. Now, this was not the first death in the family during my time- several older aunts and uncles had passed away, though they were always people I'd only have seen once or remotely.
This was the first death that hit close to home- Uncle Ben, while not exactly close family, was not a stranger either. I had always up till that point thought of paying him a visit near his isolated home- but things always came up before then.
It looked like that ambition would remain unfulfilled.
But, that wasn't what they had called about. Rather, there was an issue with Uncle Ben's death. He had not died naturally.
I went to go see his body- he was nearly unrecognizable. He had decayed what looked like several months- I was told that he had been found that way when he stopped paying his bills.
There was an odd peculiarity- several of his organs were missing. His liver, notably, was nearly completely gone while there was almost nothing remaining of the spleen or the kidneys. It couldn't have been a disease- but there were no other markings on his body, so it was a complete mystery as to how he had ended up like that, with the coroner saying that he had never seen something like it before in his entire life.
i think- though they never told me this- that they thought I might've been involved somehow. Reason likely being that he had left the vast majority of his wealth to me, and it was no small amount. I could've easily retired right then and there.
That wasn't all though- there were quite a things mentioned in his will which were left at his house. I would have to go there myself to pick them up and sort through them.
I quit my job and went for it- his house was really out of the way, I realized, when it took nearly an hour to drive there and I had seen nothing but greenery all around. The house itself was nice enough- though not quite the mansion I had thought he lived in during my childhood fantasies.
I let myself in- the police had done a well enough job of removing the stench of death from the house.
I never planned on living there, for the record. I couldn't, not knowing what happened there. I felt like I could get at least a decent price for it notwithstanding its location.
It was still quite messy- it would take a few days for me to pack it all up. But then again, there wasn't really anything much left for me to do. My student loans were paid off, and I had no need for a new job.
I slept on the sofa that night. Everything went well, though I did notice a few bites on my skin the next morning- did this place have bedbugs? Better to sleep in the car then.
I started sorting things out- it was rather incredible just how much junk Uncle Ben had accumulated, some of the things I had no clue as to how valuable they were. They looked like junk but could've just as well been antiques for all I knew.
Upstairs, I found a safe of his. I would've struggled with the combination, but as part of his will he'd left a note regarding it.
There was nothing too valuable inside, just a few papers addressed to me. Johnathan, I have left these here for the day that you may come to inherit what I have. But that isn't limited to just money, Johnathan. I wish for you to inherit my business as well- if you want. It's too precious of a gift to leave lying around after all. Perhaps you will come to judge me harshly for what it is that I do, but from what I've seen of you Johnathan, you and I are quite alike. I'm sure you'll see the rich benefits that this gift can provide you. I don't really know how it started or where it began. Maybe this house was used for an old US Military project and was then abandoned or something along those lines- though I myself have never been able to find anything regarding the house along those lines. The basement of this house contains a set of stairs that leads into it. Every night, from the period of midnight to one A.M., the staircase doesn't lead down into the basement. The next part is a bit hard to explain. Imagine that all the staircases in the world were connected somehow- kind of how computers are connected via the Internet. But not just all the staircases that exist now- every single staircase that has ever existed at some point in time. If you go down the last step- although the staircase looks no different- you will find yourself warped somewhere new. Somewhere you could've never imagined. Of course, there are two things you need to be careful of:
That is the secret to my fortune. All that you see around you in my house- most of it at least, is stolen. Stolen from different people in different periods of time. I've seen the Aztec Empire, the palace of Ramses II, the ballroom of the Titanic- do remember some places can be dangerous though. Take a gun if you must. I suppose you'd call me a 'thief'- I prefer calling myself a collector. As far as I know, there are no drawbacks to taking things- I've never altered history in any way so far as I know. I've also never tried to take a person or animal back- I would advise against it. Aside from that, have fun! I have amassed a massive fortune this way, and I would hate to see that no one used it after my passing.
- You have to go back the same way you came before the clock strikes one. Take a watch with you. If you fail, you will be stuck wherever you ended up.
- As long as you are somewhere else, other people can also find themselves back here in the house. The staircase is two-way, though as long as you don't go down first nothing can come up, and once you've come back, nothing else will come up either. It 'closes' whenever you don't go down there.
Needless to say I didn't believe a word of it. This seemed like an elaborate prank set up by him and I went on with my day.
That night, although I slept in my car, I woke up when I heard some strange noises coming from the house. I got up, but when I went in I saw nothing.
The strange rash on my skin got worse even though I was sleeping in my car- I was beginning to think that this might not be a case of bedbugs after all.
Something weird happened the third night as well- I swore I saw a shadow moving around in the house late that night. I was getting rather worried- and my rash was just getting worse.
Maybe it was just paranoia- but I decided to give the stairs a try. I had been avoiding the basement for quite a while now, but I thought it would be worth checking it out.
I didn't go down there past midnight though- I was far too chicken for that. I went in the middle of the day, and at first, all I saw were a set of stairs. I went down them, nothing at all unusual happened.
But then I took a look around the basement. I nearly froze.
In the middle of the room was a sarcophagus- an old one, like you'd expect to see in a pharaoh's tomb. I went to go approach it but the moment I tried to I puked. Just being near the thing made me want to throw up.
The next night, I made my resolve to go down there when my Uncle had advised me too. As I stepped on that last set of stairs, my surroundings changed.
A chilly breeze caught up to me, and the smell of the sea embraced me. I was on a ship- a fairly modern one it seemed. A cruise ship.
Needless to say I freaked out and ran back the way I came- thankfully I managed to make my way back. I shut the door to the basement and then collapsed on the sofa.
Today, I feel even sicker than I ever have in my whole life. I've started seeing it too- something in the shadows that seems to be watching me.
I think I realize what happened now. My Uncle went to go rob an Egyptian tomb- he took the sarcophagus back with him, but he also brought something else back too. A curse.
I can feel it- I can feel it gnawing at my body from the inside, slowly devouring me. Soon enough I'll be an empty husk.
It's been seven days now. I can barely bring myself to stand. I don't think there is a cure for what I have- but I have to try regardless. That thing in the shadows, it seems to be coming closer and closer day by day. I can now make out a pair of glowing red eyes and a row of sharpened teeth. I don't even want to think about what it's going to do to me when it finally materializes- or maybe it's already doing something to me, gnawing me out from the inside. Not that I can do anything now anyway. I don't even have the strength to drive.
The only thing I can think of now is... to walk down the stairs. Maybe I'll end up in a better place than this.
This is a sort of a last letter to the world- I don't know where I'm going to end up, but I hope that I can get away from.... from this... thing
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2023.06.01 01:36 behemuthm The most honest job posting I've seen in a while...
2023.06.01 01:33 Xx_LobasaLootSlut_xX Similarities in the Jacksonville airport photos Saturday
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Just here to show similarities I saw in those photos posted that are claiming to be Rachel from the Jacksonville airport Saturday. submitted by Xx_LobasaLootSlut_xX to Vanderpumpaholics [link] [comments]
I think the male looks a lot like Brett Kenyon. He's got the same hat/ white socks Nike combo he's been photographed in before and was traveling in his insta stories when this was posted.
The only thing sus to me is the weight of the female which I think can be attributed to getting sober or psych meds instead of pregnancy but idk.
Just looking for others thoughts? Anyone else see the chin and hair line similarities on the female photographed?
Just looking for thoughts?
(Sorry I double posted this I accidentally posted on an old low karma account lol)
2023.06.01 01:28 rodog22 Requesting alpha readers
Is anyone interested in critiquing the first chapter of my planned cultivation fantasy series. Sort of an alpha reader? it's less than 1800 words. I want to get several people's opinions of my prose before I write more chapters.
“I can’t wait to eat it.” Gong Li salivated over his next meal. Which was unfortunate, on account of the fact that it wasn’t dead yet.
Over 30 paces away from where he hid was a gnarlwood elk, its hind quarters marked by significant scarring that almost resembled burn marks. Presumably from a recent run in with a predator.
The gnarlwood elk was a truly majestic spirit beast that naturally cultivated the aspect of wood. And as was typically the case for spirit beasts, the path of its cultivation expressed itself in its unique physiology. The creature’s skin was the color of smooth, deep brown bark. It had fur like a normal elk, but it was green and looked more like moss that covered little of the lower half of the beast’s body. The elk sported massive antlers that more closely resembled gnarled tree branches, hence its namesake, with large flower buds growing out from it. Those flower buds were more than mere decoration, however. When opened, they would produce a pollen like substance. When exposed to it, a potential predator would experience severe irritation in its eyes and respiratory system. Also, the beast was about the size of a draft horse.
Li licked his lips in anticipation. “Mhm wood chi infused venison. My meat and veggies all in one bite.”
The Gnarlwood Elk stood cautiously in a clearing in the forest. It drank from a nearby brook, occasionally scanning the area for any signs of predators.
But Gong Li’s next meal wouldn’t find him. He had been on hunts before, but this was the first time he was permitted to join in on the hunt of a spirit beast. Such a thing would normally be too dangerous for someone of his cultivation and he was not expected to take part in the hunt itself. But the important thing was that the spirit beast didn’t notice him. This was an opportunity for Li to demonstrate his ability to suppress his spiritual power. What little he had as a mortal realm cultivator, anyway. Failing to do so might cost him and others their lives the elders of his clan told him. So he was sent on this hunt alongside his cousin Gong Fang and his team of beast hunters to prove his worth.
“Ready”, whispered the man himself in the bushes on Gong Li’s left. Gong Fang sported wild, spiky black hair that shimmered in the noonday sun with oil. His lean corded muscles clearly visible, as he wasn’t wearing a shirt. They bulged as if ready to rip out of his skin as he prepared himself for the hunt.
“Ready,” To Gong Fang’s own left was a woman. Gong Yue was built tall but slender. She shared the tanned complexion that most of the Gong Clan sported, which contrasted nicely with her short, silver hair. After a brief flash of light surrounded her uplifted hands, a wooden bow with a dark blue stone above the grip appeared in her grasp.
“Fire,” Gong Fang catapulted himself out of his hiding spot and into the clearing keeping up a storm of dirt and grass as he went. Gong Yue summoned an updraft, allowing her to take flight and break off small tree branches. As she knocked her arrow, the dark blue stone socketed into her bow’s limbs glowed with sparks of lightning inside. The sparks made their way to the bow proper, and Gong Li could smell the faint hint of ozone in the air.
The beast immediately knew something was wrong, but it was too late. Just as the gnarlwood elk popped its head back up, the arrow struck its neck. The beast reeled.
Gong Fang continued his charge, summoning a massive curved cleaver from his storage ring.
Gong Li watched as the beast struggled to get back on its feet, but the electrical current from the arrow had overloaded its nervous system. It violently flung mud into the air as Gong Yue fired another arrow into its flank.
As he closed in Gong Fang launched himself over ten paces into the air. He came down on the creature’s neck hard; The weight of the sword, his body and his technique. Together they easily cleaved through the base of the creature's neck. Gore sputtered out from the elk’s body and onto Fang but he jumped away from his fallen prey before the flower buds on the antlers blossomed. The beauty of the vibrant yellow petals were marred by the red gore that now covered them.
Fang was grinning. Grinning with the mischievous glee like a kid in an abandoned candy shop.
“Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about.” Fang triumphed over his kill. His enthusiasm was contagious. Li couldn’t help but cheer as well, despite the gory scene.
As Li and Yue caught up to Fang, Yue generated a current of air around them. The current, shaped like a dome, would keep the pollen from the flowers from getting to them.
Fang looked down at Li was a few finger widths shorter. “so little cousin tell me what you think of our technique?”
“Your methods are solid. Yue using lightning to paralyze the target, which gives you time to close the distance and quickly deliver a killing blow. I initially wondered why you use a cleaver instead of a spear as a melee hunting weapon, but now I see the logic of it. Cooks typically use cleavers to cut through bone and thick meat. However, a cleaver style sword can also be an effective way of killing an enemy quickly if you have the strength and precision to wield it. If you attempted to pierce the large Grade 2 beast’s neck with a spear and raw strength alone, it wouldn’t have guaranteed a kill. Given the strong hide and healing factor of the target. But by using force chi, you can apply greater kinetic energy and wield a heavier weapon.”
Fang grinned and looked towards Yue. “Told you he was a smart one.”
“Do you use this strategy against all your targets?” Li asked.
“No. Different prey calls for different methods. Although this is the strategy we use most often. We specialize in hunting large herbivores. That’s what sells the best prices on the market, anyway. They’re also the main course for the most profitable dishes of the clan owned restaurant. Also you’d be amazed what a pair of testicles from just about any large spirit beast would go for.
Li raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Spirit beast testicles?”
Yue interjected. “Many people think the testicles of large spirit beasts make for a potent aphrodisiac and may even increase fertility. There’s not much evidence to support the claim, but who am I to deny a fool so eager to part with his money?”
Fang barked a laugh. “Especially if it’s lining my pockets, eh.”
“We should get moving now,” Yue started scanning the area. “The scars on the elk may look old, but wood aspected beasts have an especially efficient healing factor. The creature that gave it those wounds could be nearby.
“Alright then, just give me five minutes to clean my sword and wash the blood off in the brook.
As Fang made his way to the brook Li turned towards Yue. “I was wondering, cousin Yue. Why use a bow with a lightning aspected beast core instead of cultivating it yourself? It would seem like the perfect fit to supplement your wind path.”
Yue shook her head, “Well, for one, the lightning aspect is hard on the body. It’s one of the most difficult aspects to cultivate.”
“No offense, but you don’t cross me as the type who would fear a little hard work.”
“No I’m not. But…” Yue trailed off.
Yue gave Fang a regrettable expression. “Lightning is also one of the rarer aspects out there. To learn to adapt to cycling it through my meridians, any large quantity would require me to go through several Grade 2 beast cores. The clan simply doesn’t have those kinds of resources anymore. Our current situation is the reason why the elders requested we take you on this hunt with us. While your own path was designed for smithing the metal and fire aspect have obvious combat applications. They want as many of us prepared to defend the clan as possible. Should our enemies decide to take advantage of our weakness and hasten the clan’s fall.
As Li contemplated the clan’s current predicament, he found himself suddenly slapped with a torrent of water. After recovering from the initial shock, Li looked in Fang’s general direction. And there he was beaming with satisfaction in the brook over 10 paces away, sword in hand.
“You bastard.” Yue screamed.
Fang simply laughed and pulled back his weapon. He dipped the bulk of the cleaver in the water and made a sweeping motion back towards Li and Yue creating another wave of water. The water was accelerated to deceptively high velocities due to his application of force chi to enhance the swing. Yue was ready for him this time however. She generated a wall of wind chi that redirected the wave of water back at Fang. The combined force of the water and Yue’s wind technique knocked Fang off his feet submerging him in the brook’s shallow waters.
Li flicked off a piece of the gnarlwood elk’s bark-like carapace off his shoulder with a sigh of irration. “You’re a child cousin Fa-.”
Li found himself smacked hard by a current of air. He went spinning and before he knew his face smacked hard into the dirt, dazed. It took a moment to realize what had happened. Yue had struck him with her own technique. But why? He was only a mortal realm cultivator. She wouldn’t have hit him with an attack that hard, only for her own amusement.
His head was spinning, but Li did his best to lift it up and look around. It was then that he came to realize what had happened.
The impact knocked him a clean fifteen paces away, on the other side of the stream for his own safety. For the predator had arrived to claim its wounded prey.
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2023.06.01 01:20 MooMooOut Saw ‘The Carpenters Story’ Today! Here are my thoughts:
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Saw ’The Carpenters Story’ live in Liverpool this evening and it was brilliant! As hinted at by the name (Carpenters Story) the show does cover some of the duos story through on screen archival footage and narration which I believe worked well! The band were terrific musicians. The saxophonist blew me away, I remember just saying ‘wow’ out loud when it came to the sax parts on both ‘A Song For You’ and ‘Rainy Days And Mondays’. The drum parts really stood out to me, they sounded so full and impactful (Karen would’ve been proud). The electric guitar on ‘Goodbye To Love’ was a highlight and the piano playing was top notch. This is a polished act! Singer Claire Furley did a great job. While not having that same distinctive husky tone which Karen had each number was sang well. submitted by MooMooOut to carpenters [link] [comments]
I thought the medley nearing the end of the show was very creative and fitting since the Carpenters always loved a good medley. The medley included songs such as Superstar, All You Get From Love Is A Love Song, I Won’t Last A Day Without You, I Can’t Smile Without You, Yesterday Once More, etc. I’m a musician and performer myself and thought the songs flowed well into one another.
The setlist was very well constructed and kept me engaged the whole way through. I heard someone behind me say at the end ‘I loved every minute of it’.
I would argue the best numbers performed were the non-ballads such as Jambalaya, Top Of The World, Sweet Sweet Smile (wasn’t expecting this one and was so pleased) and A Kind Of Hush (loved the way The Carpenters story opened this track, very creative!). The non-ballads worked best (in my opinion) because the audience could be more involved, clapping and singing along. Audience participation is not as easy to achieve on ballads such such as ‘Ticket To Ride’. Nevertheless, the ballads were still performed to a high level.
This show is also an emotional roller coaster, you’ve got the highs of Jambalaya and A Kind Of Hush. But part of the Carpenters Story features archival footage on screen from a news report addressing the death of Karen Carpenter. This is followed by the song ‘Now’ (Karen’s last vocal recording) which is incredibly emotional. The performance is accompanied by images of a frail Karen. Very sad. I and other people on my row were nearly in tears.
In terms of the imagery used, a lot of it was great with ‘The Carpenters Story’ logo and Karen and Richard on each side however some of it could’ve been better, mainly during songs. With ‘Sing’ there was footage of The Muppets which was cute but somewhat random. I understand that Karen liked Disney and The Muppets (as explained by the band) but it just seemed a little too much having The Muppets on screen for the whole song. Stock footage was used with songs including ‘Rainy Days And Mondays’ and ‘Top Of The World’. With footage of rain and the sky for ‘Top Of The World’ which seemed a little cheap. Images of the Carpenters could’ve instead been shown on screen or videos of the duo performing the song (although video footage of the duo may be a bit distracting). I’m an editor myself so I would be happy to help with the imagery for specific songs to help it appear more professional.
The stripped down version of ‘I Need To Be In Love’ was fine but I think that song needs the drums as well to really work especially leading into the chorus as it’s meant to be an impactful and emotive ballad. I’m sure there’s other carpenters songs which would better suit being stripped down (End Of The World yet that might be a bit too obscure).
Anogher nitpick I have is while the band were successful at including the audience with songs such as ‘Sing’ on the ‘La la La La La’ parts. At times I think the audience felt somewhat left out. There could’ve been more ‘come on sing a long’ or times when singer Claire Furley could’ve indicated for the audience to sing a line or two. This was done a few times but arguably not enough. The audience needed more instructions or cues such as with the hand claps (which worked well). Nevertheless this critique is not solely applicable to this show, making an audience feel included is a hard skill to master. Even the Carpenters struggled with that in the 70s.
Overall, ‘The Carpenters Story’ is well worth watching. I was unsure if to go at first as my friends weren’t interested in going with me because they aren’t too familiar with the Carpenters despite me talking about the duo almost all the time. Nevertheless, I really enjoyed myself (despite going alone) and couldn’t help but walk away from the show with a ‘sweet sweet smile’ on my face 🤣. The musicianship is essentially perfect and I appreciate the creativity. However, audience participation and some of the imagery on screen could be improved. I give ‘The Carpenters Story’ an 8/10 😊
Were any of you Carpenters fans there? (Empire Theatre, Liverpool, 31st May 2023) Btw, I only have this footage because we couldn’t film during the show.
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2023.06.01 01:14 I-will-go-feral I can't with my dad's levels of delusion anymore
If this isn't the appropriate place, I apologize. I'm new to reddit, but I needed somewhere to put all of this before I lost my mind. I can't afford a fight with my father rn, especially not with my siblings still living with him.
I (26 F) and my father (51 M) have very different view points on life. I won't go into politics, as it upsets me greatly, but I can sum it up rather simply. I am of the view that all people deserve respect, civility, and the same opportunities as everyone else regardless of race, religion, or creed. My father has some...strong opposing opinions and biases on the matter. I promise this will be important later on.
I am the eldest daughter, and I have two younger siblings, who I will call C (in her twenties) and N (in their teens). Now, myself and the second eldest have always been very open about our support for the LGBTQIA community. I came out in my teens as demisexual and later so did my sister. I am engaged to a lovely trans woman (also 26), and my sister has also expressed interest in a cis woman.
We never conversed about this with each other, just came to our conclusions in privacy and then shared when we were ready. As both my siblings were growing up, I never discussed these topics very deeply aside from saying these people deserved to live just like everyone else. I never tried to influence them, even when I was certain of my own sexuality. The same with C when N was young.
For the most part, our mother has been very accepting of it. Our dad basically ignored this and just told us we 'were straight'. My sister and I could ignore this, as the emotional explosion of correcting him wasn't worth it.
By emotional explosion, I mean my father's temper tantrums that he would have if he was a) in a bad mood, b) feeling like 'no one was listening to him', or c) knew he was wrong but was furious at being corrected by his children. I grew up walking around eggshells, always on alert for what mood my father was in. In the really severe cases (where he was just screaming at my siblings for stupid shit, like a toddler having the audacity to make noise while he was upset) I would purposefully piss him off to get his anger on me. I would basically hold the line until our mom got home. I would have to text our mother at times, warning her of what was happening at home, and if our dad was going off the deep end.
He never physically put his hands on us, but there was a deep instinctual part of myself that was always terrified that this would be when he finally did it. That's why I always put myself in between my siblings and him. It was emotionally damaging and traumatizing in ways I have only just begun to unpack. Our father did a lot of things that I now realize was emotionally abusive and emotionally neglectful, and it ties into what just might be the last straw for me.
N is in their teens and is exploring the world around them. They are starting to differentiate from my parents and even me given our large age gap. They are trying to find themselves, and what it means to be a person in this world. They came to me in the past year to tell me that they identify as non-binary and would prefer I use they/them pronouns. I told them that of course I would do that, and that I loved them no matter what. My sister agreed as well.
Our father lost his fucking mind when N tried to tell him. He started accusing my sister and I of 'tainting his little girl' with our 'LGBT nonsense' and villainizing my fiancee. Despite me telling him multiple times that N did all the research and thinking by themselves and decided this for themselves, he continued to blame my sister , my fiancee and I and refused to hear N out at all. Our mother was no fucking help, citing that 'she could just be uncomfortable in her body since she went through puberty earlier than her friends'. Both my sister and I went through the same shit as N, and I never questioned my gender and C didn't start questioning until recently (now using she/they, but is okay with female gendered words), and it's been a while since she started puberty.
I tried to reason with our mom (as Dad can't talk about this without making it a screaming match) that N isn't asking for anything medical. N doesn't want surgery or blockers or anything that someone could deem 'permanent'. N simply wants to be referred to by they/them. I acknowledged that this could be a phase on their identity journey, but I pressed that it was critical that we support N. Regardless if this was a phase, if we supported N, they would be able to safely explore what gender means to them, come to us with questions, and have a safe place where they know they'll be met with nothing but love and support when they struggle.
I also tried to reiterate that if this wasn't a phase, and N discovered they were truly non-binary, that our lack of support would be severely damaging to them. If we discouraged this, or actively said malicious things, they would remember that and never trust us with themself again. They would assume (and rightfully given patterns of behavior) that we won't love them if they aren't a girl. They would assume that we wouldn't support them anymore. They would assume they couldn't trust us anymore. They would stop coming to us, and we would lose them.
Our mother, in my opinion, seems to be trying not to rock the boat with our father, as nothing has changed about the situation. N still has to endure having unsupportive parents, and my sister, myself, and my fiancee can only support from the sidelines. My sister still lives with them as she gets her degree, so she needs them financially. I do not need my parents so much financially, but I am terrified they will refuse to let me see and isolate N until they are legally able to do anything about it if I try anything 'funny'.
The only thing that has changed is our father's ever-increasing hostility towards the LGBTQIA community and my fiancee. My father even tried to get me to break up with my fiancee (we've been together 5 years, engaged for two), stating that 'she was ruining my life and making me miserable'. He stated that ever since I started dating my fiancee, I was a shell of my former self. He talked about how I used to be so headstrong, confident, and joyful, but now I'm depressed and unsure of myself. I couldn't even talk to him because I had my own horrid realization and was stunned.
I haven't been any of those things since I was six years old. I haven't been any of those things since the neglect and emotional abuse began. I haven't been any of those things since my extended family parentified me because they didn't want to parent our cousins or look after my siblings when my parents needed them to. I haven't been those things since a lot of trauma that I don't want to discuss here because it might tip off any family that might be on here.
Our father doesn't know me.
He hasn't for a while.
Yet, he has all these delusions of how we're still 'his babies', and that 'he knows what's best', and 'he's just trying to help'. He still thinks that if we 'just listened to him, everything would be fine'. I struggled hard with depression in my teens due to the amount of stress and isolation I felt. I struggled with some really dark things. It only got better when I let people in, and those people validated and allowed me to have my emotions instead of just shutting them down. My fiancee was a big part of this. She allowed me to be myself without guilt, without fear, and without having to cut myself down into 'bearable' pieces.
N asked if I could go to Pride with them and their friends as well as my fiancee and our other sister. I told them that I would absolutely accompany them if they wanted to go, and that my fiancee had also indicated she would enjoy taking them to Pride. N then asked our dad...I am sure you can all guess how that went.
N didn't even tell me about it. C did. I'm sure N is devastated, and neither C nor I can do more then smuggle shit back for them without risking anyone's safety or peace of mind.
Which led me to write this instead of call our dad and scream at him that he's a big fucking liar and that he doesn't actually love us at all. I want to scream at him that when he said he'd love us no matter what, he didn't mean shit. I want to scream that if he actually gave a shit about us or our parent-child relationship, he would actually put forth some fucking effort to try and understand. I want to scream that he won't be walking me down the aisle at my wedding like I'd always hoped. I want to scream at him that this is it. I want to scream that I'm finished with supporting his frail fucking ego and narrow worldview. I want to cause the emotional pain I felt for years and ask how does it feel to have someone tell you your 'just so sensitive' and that you 'need to toughen up'.
But I know that won't fix anything. I know it'll only make things worse for my siblings still at their house. I'm just so fucking tired.
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2023.06.01 01:14 TheCacklingCreep Unhinged violent kids at work tonight
A brother and sister around 12-14 came in to use a coinstar machine and started kicking and punching it claiming it "ate" $100 worth of change (from a little baggy mind you). When told they'd have to call the coinstar help line they start swearing repeatedly and threatening manager by saying they'll call their friends and jump them. Cops are called, kids are talked to, parents pick them up.
Fast forward an hour and the parents have BROUGHT THEM BACK to try to get the money they're "owed". What the actual fuck? How are these people not embarrassed to even be here right now?
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2023.06.01 01:12 Jay_kuzzy Question for the community, I haven’t dabbled with bootloader unlocking, rooting, and such, is the pixel 6a a good tinker device?
Just for context, I seen that deal for the 6a under 100, don’t need the device and won’t ever activate it as a main phone line, but is it worth it just to mess with still?
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2023.06.01 01:12 BMW_E70 recommend me a drone?
I'm looking at the newest offerings from DJI. My last bird was a Phantom 3 4k, it was a great drone and performed awesome in adverse conditions. Sadly I no longer have the drone.
- Land Surveying or recon ( I live in the Pacific Northwest with rolling hills & trees and mountains)
I've looked into the Mini 3 Pro, and despite its smaller size I've seen videos during wind tests with gusts up to 20 mph, it's still capable of flying and the gimbal is stabilized and the sensor quality seems decent. Seems like a versatile little drone.
Overall, it seems like the Mavic 3 is the " do it all" drone and the hasselblad camera looks amazing for HDR or dynamic range and quality. Do you think it's worth getting the Mavic 3 with the X28 zoom? I think that's a pretty neat feature having a telefoto lense for far away shots or taking a shot without having to crop a photo or video in post process. Plus the flight characteristics are superior including flight time. Only con is cost $2,000.00 It's been awhile since I've flown, it seems anti-collision technology is pretty " idiot proof". I did everything manually on my old P3 4K.
There's also the new Air 3 coming out soon... Decisions hmmm
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2023.06.01 01:05 SinkingWater For my tox nerds out there. Can anyone guess the beta blocker?
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~60yo M presents with lethargy and weakness by EMS following an accidental ingestion of his beta blockers…about a months worth per the patient. Pt was a few years post CABG with an atrial pacemaker but unsure of other hx.
Initial vitals were normal besides being hypotensive around 90/60, but otherwise was conversational but just wanted to sleep. Multiple lines of access gained and EKG obtained as shown. RT got an ABG (not sure what it showed). Activated charcoal was given immediately along with IV fluids.
High dose insulin and dextrose were started. Epi infusion was started as well for the impending hypotension, which began shortly after. Mag and bicarb were given at some point during this but I don’t remember when. Calcium was pushed and while pushing it, pt went into torsades but maintained a pulse and converted pretty quickly. The same occurred a few more times. Epi was dropped down since MD said it may be exacerbating their instability and pressures maintained over 65 MAP.
MD discussed potentially throwing in dialysis access off the bat but once PCCM came down (surprisingly quickly for us), they both decided to go the glucagon route. While waiting for it from pharmacy, MD put in a central line, art line, and then pt became more unstable so they discussed intralipid therapy, which no one there had ever actually done before. They ended up doing intralipid, continues epi, insulin, dextrose, and maybe levo on the way up to ICU? Can’t remember everything but we needed 2 brains loaded with channels for all the meds and that’s pretty uncommon down in the ED. Outcome was apparently decent because they were in the ICU for a few weeks which was surprising because this was one of the sickest pts I’ve seen that was still holding conversations.
FUN FACT: our pumps couldn’t push the intralipid infusion to the recommended rate so we had to just max it out.
Back to the EKG, QT obviously appeared extremely long but the computer didn’t interpret it well (probably due to the atrial pacing?) so I hand calculated it for the first time ever on MDCalc and it came out to around ~660-680 if I remember correctly. You’ll notice the atrial pacing spikes that are actually on the T waves.
So can anyone guess which beta blocker the pt took?
2023.06.01 00:57 selfmade304 General aircraft question
2023.06.01 00:55 Educational-Wolf3329 Im really pissed at my boyfriend.
I pay for our gym membership which is £320 a month ( a lot of money I know but it’s worth it) and this month I didn’t have enough to pay so I asked him to because I knew he did. He said that he hasn’t been in a while and he doesn’t think it’s fair for him to pay for it if he doesn’t go, obviously I got mad and I said I’ve been paying for it and you haven’t gone, how is that fair on me? This conversation was happening whilst I was out with my friends and he likes to send voice notes, so they heard our conversations. I sent one voice message because my hands were busy and he said something along the line of “why are you telling everyone our business” and he called me a loose mouth. I said I don’t see how you can expect me to be a stay at home wife if when I ask you to pay for something you don’t (we talk about this often and decided that when he makes enough i won’t work) and he says that was disrespectful. He got mad at me and said he’s sick of me being disrespectful etc, and I ended up apologising because I didn’t wanna argue with him anymore. This btw wasn’t just a simple im sorry, It was a long long apology. All he said was how do I know you’re being serious because it’s always same shit different day with you. Now he’s not speaking to me and I’m just so angry I don’t know what to say to him
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2023.06.01 00:55 thesheepshepard Ser Roland Stone, Knight of Coldwater Burn
justinkayce#3226 Character Name and House:
Ser Roland Stone (Arryn), in service to House Coldwater Age:
There is a noble air to Roland Stone
. Of average height, perhaps a little shorter, he nonetheless has a presence that is surprising in a bastard knight of of of the Vale's smallest and most isolated holdings. He is a handsome man, square-jawed, quick to smile with the crinkles around the eye to match it, but with the ruddier and slightly pox-scarred complexion one expects to see in the smallfolk and the lower knight. He wears his light brown hair long and his beard cropped short; both well-maintained and neat, for Roland is a fastidious man as expected from a pious and consecrated Knight. The beard serves double duty to hide the embarrassing scars, a source of deep humiliation for him now he moves amidst the nobility. He wears the Coldwater colours proudly; Lord Coldwater has done well by him, and he repays the service eagerly in kind. Gift:
Swords (M), Knightly, Riding Talent(s):
Singing, Hawking, Scouting Starting Title(s):
A Knight of Coldwater Burn Starting Location:
King's Landing Family Tree: https://www.familyecho.com/?p=P7TW6&c=khpky5jdfl&f=319319579603091879 Alternate Characters:
- 179 AC: Roland Stone is born to Jessamyn Coldwater, sire unknown. Jessamyn is sent to the Gulltown Motherhouse, and Roland given to the Coldwater Burn Sept.
- 180-188 AC: A foundling of the Faith in one of the Vale's smallest and isolated towns, Roland is effectively raised as a son by Septon Caradoc, a largely ineffective and untrained Septon, but kind hearted and good, traits he impresses upon Roland from an early age. While no raging zealot, raised in the shadow of the Faith, Roland cannot help but be a pious, proper, child.
- 189 AC: While helping Septon Caradoc attend to some of the townsfolk when a slight epidemic cuts through Coldwater Burn, Roland catches a pox. He survives, but the pox-scars along his jaw are a source of embarrassment, even as an adult.
- 190-191 AC: As Roland enters his preteen years he began to grow into his strength, marked by the physical labour required to maintain a Sept. Unsurprisingly, the 'Septon's Son' is picked on by other urchins and orphans in the town for his holier-than-thou attitude. His strength helps him in the brawls that break out; being outnumbered doesn't. Between the fights, Roland's struggle to accept the life of a boy in the Faith, and more… secretive factors, Septon Caradoc arranges for Roland to be squire under a household knight under Lord Coldwater, Ser Reginalt Bran. Roland is both thrilled and heartbroken; he never truly stops dreaming of his potential life as a Septon, helping the people directly.
- 192-197 AC: Ser Reginalt is a skilled knight and teacher, but a harsh taskmaster, and is determined to best out Roland's 'common speak'. Roland is forced to learn the brusque airs and graces of a Knight in service to Lords. Reginalt is no layabout household guard; he actively guards the borders of the isolated Coldwater Burn against bandit, pirate, and clansfolk, and Roland feels as if he spends more time ahorse than not. These constant patrols also reveal a nuance to the clansfolk that Roland did not expect; that Reginalt spends as much time talking and bartering with clansfolk as slaying them gives him a healthy cynicism of the sort of tales told to drive one people against another. He also is occasionally taken to tourneys in the Vale where he meets other squires; and is once again unsurprisingly sneered at, this time for being a gutter rat with airs. Roland especially develops a healthy mutually distaste for the heir to Runestone, Robin Royce, due to their clashing personalities; something Reginalt soundly beats him for.
- 198 AC: Roland is knighted at the age of ten and nine for defending a travelling merchant, after racing ahead of the patrol to engage the clansfolk before they can slay the merchant. He kills three and is almost killed himself, and is only knighted after a half hour dressing down by Reginalt. On his return to Coldwater Burn, Roland is anointed by Caradoc personally.
- 199-201 AC: Roland earns name as one of the truest knights in the Northern Vale, let alone Coldwater Burn. In 201, Coldwater Burn receives a surprise visit from Ser Albar Arryn, heir to the Vale, Knight of a Generation. The two men share a discussion on a moonlit battlement and Ser Albar leaves the Coldwater bastard with a mark of his respect; a silver ring in the shape of a falcon’s talon. The news of Albar's sudden death, ambushed by clansfolk, soon after affects Roland deeply.
- 202-204 AC: The Remonstrance, the defiant death of Albar’s daughter Jeyne Arryn at the hands of the clansfolk, shocks all of the Vale to its core. Coldwater rallies to Runestone, with Ser Roland helping lead their forces. The ‘war’ is a disaster; Ser Reginalt is killed in an ambush after bad orders from Gilwood Royce. When Robin Royce is taken captive and Gilwood left dying, Roland is one of the only ones to voice his desire to help rescue the Runestone heir, even with their personal grudge. With his dying breaths, Gilwood Royce entrusts Lamentation upon the Coldwater Knight and entreats him to save his son. Roland does so, in turn being saved by Robin upon their joint escape back to their forces. The two grow close, and Roland helps Robin finally win the war.
- 205-207 AC: Roland’s name is known across the Vale for his actions; he is even received at the Eyrie and commended for his efforts, but offers to join the Eyrie’s household knights are rejected, as Roland owes his home. He returns to Coldwater Burn to take up the responsibilities that Ser Reginalt had held before; but this time with respect, name, and friends.
AC Character Name and House: Alfred Arryn
Appearance: The High Steward is all harsh lines and nasty angles. Witheringly tall, and fair enough to have been leeched of colour with his ash-blonde hair and grey-blue eyes, Alfred Arryn perfectly looks the part of the supercilious aristocrat he has built himself to be. His nose arches fiercely, his cheekbones cut out proudly, and line mark his drooping eyes and quirked mouth. Whether his constant expression of bemused half-smile is a smirk or a sneer is hard to say.
Skills: Architect, Espionage, Covert
Talent(s): Calligraphy, Dancing, Witty Bonne-Mottes
Starting Title(s): High Steward of the Vale and Keeper of the Gates of the Moon
Starting Location: King's Landing
- 161 AC: Alfred Arryn is born, grandson of Isembard the Gilded Falcon. Isembard's coup of the Vale ultimately failed due to the unification of the nobility against him, and the sympathetic Greens in King's Landing eventually giving up when they concluded an upjumped merchant wasn't worth the effort. The Gulltown Arryns at least maintain a large measure of wealth, and Alfred Arryn is raised in luxury with the poison of his grandfather's ambitions constantly dripped in his ear.
- 179 AC: After two years spent at the Citadel studying money, accounts, and arithmetic, with two links forged, Alfred returns to Gulltown. He strikes up a relationship of mutual respect with Lord Albard Arryn, who gives him responsibility over customs and the harbours in Gulltown. He proves competent, practical, and open to just the right amount of bribery.
- 187 AC: Through their joint machinations, Albard helps Alfred get named High Steward of the Vale and Keeper of the Gates. Alfred uses this new-found authority and name to win a marriage with Shaera Velaryon, daughter of the Lord of the Tides, partly in exchange for favourable trade rights.
- 195 AC: Jason Arryn begins to falter in his age. A war of influence begins in the Eyrie between Alfred and Albar. Unfortunately, Albar Arryn is a paramount knight, not a politician, and he doesn't even really realise he's fighting it. Continued deaths in the Arryn family and Jason's inability act stir Alfred's ambitions. He begins constructing a web of conspiracy at a level that puts even his grandfather to shame.
- 201 AC: Plans come to fruitions. Clansfolk armed and armoured. Bribes to bandits made. The right people silenced. First falls Albar Arryn in a mysterious and sudden bandit ambush while on patrol. Then, the Remonstrance, the clansfolk falling on Jeyne Arryn as she makes her way through the Mountains of the Moon. The 'war' that follows is lengthened and made bloody by both Gilwood Royce's incompetence... and Alfred manipulating matters from the inside.
- 205 AC: The dust of war clears, and the House of Arryn lies almost dead; its survivors are, seemingly, only the decrepit Lord Jason and the young traumatised Roslyn. Alfred is closer than ever to the High Seat, and now practically rules the Vale in all but name.
Lord Jason Arryn (82) - Courtly
Maester Adelard (31) - Scholar
- The ancient Lord of the Vale, Lord Jason Arryn was once considered one of the greatest statesman in the realm. The man who bound the Vale back to the Crown, who fixed the wounds of the Dance, turned his back on the Blacks to serve as Hand to Maelor I and Aemond I both. Few men have commanded the respect of the Lord of the Vale; but now age has its claws around him. Now memories are fog, faces are strangers, and the world is a cold and frightening place.
- Through and through is the new Maester of the Eyrie the tool of Alfred Arryn. It is amazing how well one can corrupt the incorruptible with a judicious amount of well-placed funds.
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2023.06.01 00:53 Smatt- Not sure where to post. Just listened to LIBAD.
A few reviews have said a couple of sentences that were interesting to me. One that has made the most sense to me is that if you're a metal fan, you won't like this. If you're a music fan, you'll love it. Or something along those lines. I agree.
As a music fan, this may be my favourite album of all time. No questions asked. I've been a fan of this band for 20 years, and I truly believe this is their Magnum Opus - The best work they have ever put out. Especially when you listen from start to finish.
Cosmic might have actually solved 5 years worth of grief I've had through bereavement. I don't know how to explain it it just hit different for me.
Can't wait for my Vinyl and CD to get here Friday. I know the guys don't pop on the subreddit anymore, but thank you so much.
Just needed to post this somewhere, as a guy with ASD this has overwhelmed me in a way I can't describe and I need to get it out somewhere and you guys are probably the only ones who'll appreciate it / possibly get it :)
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