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Dark Shower Thoughts

2013.11.27 13:37 mantmit Dark Shower Thoughts

A subreddit about those darker thoughts that race through your head when in the shower. This subreddit is like...the ghettos of showerthoughts in a way which this sub is inherently darker.

2016.05.25 14:49 EmMeo Little Rants

When you want to rant about something, but you're not super angry, just a little miffed off about it.

2017.11.13 02:48 Kat_Stu Makeup Swatches - Post Them And Request Them!

A place to share and request swatches for makeup products!

2023.03.31 17:13 CaptainMadness_ Is There any Limitations to Reality Shifting

Hello everyone hope you all are having a good day. In the past 5 day i have become very interested in this topic. I have even tried to reality shift in the past 3 days to no success . I have been looking at many YouTube videos any they all seem to say that you can do anything you want. If this is true and form the looks of it you can retain information form you DRs. Does this mean I can use this to make a library or something similar to study and learn. I also heard that you can just script skills In your DRs can you take skills back to your CR or is this a limitation . Is some information not able to travel back with your conscious. Like i think i thought about doing was scripting a world where the cure to skin cancer was easy to access. Could I learn it and bring it back. If anyone has any sort of info that would be greatly appreciated. Thank you for your time -CM
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2023.03.31 17:13 Kamen-Rider-Artif Hikyo Blue's Sentai Reviews: Hikyo Sentai Urotander

"Fuuga Kaito is a twenty-nine year old loser XX year old freelance vocalist. A Super Sentai fanatic Living out delusions of grandeur in his mind constantly performing alongside his friends, he spends his days crushing horribly on the female protagonist of a children's anime protecting the peace through the power of music.
One day, however, he and two others - drunkard cafe owner Miss Meiko and Cosplay Otaku Girl average highschooler Hatsune Miku - are suddenly scouted to become the "Hikyo Sentai Urotander"! The great Ikebukuro is threatened by the fierce Crypton Future Media "Openly Insidious Darkompany", who wish for KAITO to get back to work to destroy all freedom in music production, and only they have the actual desire wits and ability to stop them!
Armed with an encyclopaedic knowledge of Super Sentai tropes and a willingness to exploit every single one of them, the fight to become officially recognized as still working for tax purposes true heroes has begun! Even if being victorious requires any means necessary!
Stand up, Urotander - our warriors!"
What a bold show right from the start! Not only do we have one of the earliest sentai teams to be dominated by girls, they have such a great dynamic between them. Sure, Hikyo green may have been playing to that bland stereotypical idol shtick at first, but its great to watch her develop alongside the others as the season goes on, getting more and more underhanded each time. It's just a shame Hikyo Yellow and Orange don't get as much development because of their late entry.
The antagonists though? Jesus, their personality is through the roof! Led by the incredible Mysterious Female Officer, she plays off the heroes fantastically, oozing appeal from the very beginning and going through a surprising level of development herself.
It's frankly amazing how well they managed to balance the comedy with the emotional plot. That episode 39 had me nearly keeling over and crying at the same time is proof of the writing team's talent. To the very end, the writing remains powerfully funny and straight up powerful, even if it does end up on a cliffhanger to prepare for season 2.
A show that keeps surprising you to the end, Hikyo Sentai Urotander is a celebration unlike any-
"KAITO, are you trying to get that stupid show of yours greenlit again?"
Oi, don't use my real name! A-anyway, it's a great show, so make sure to check it out!
Hikyo Blue, signing out!
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2023.03.31 17:13 trublue93 [Question] What sub $50 watches do y'all like?

A comment on this subreddit inspired me. They said that your watch collection is yours and it does not matter what your watches cost or what anyone else thinks. Collect what makes you happy.
That being said, I am starting a budget collection.
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2023.03.31 17:11 Hypocriticuss NoP Fanfic: Secret Predators - 6

Memory Transcription Subject: Bak, Extermination Officer, Rangha Surface City
Date [Standardized Human Time]: September 16, 2136
Blinding white light filled my vision as I opened the door to my apartment. I looked away and closed the door immediately. It's yet another bright day today. Cursing myself, I looked for the black glasses I put somewhere in the room. 10 months of living on the surface, and I still manage to forget that I live here from time to time. I put on the black glasses and head to the city extermination office for work.
Public transport seems to be more crowded than usual. Many of them seem to be aliens, specifically aliens from beyond the empty space. That's weird. Tourists aren't normally that numerous this time of the year.
A Sivkit couple seemed to be arguing about something, unaware of the curious Ranghals, including me, eavesdropping on their conversation.
"I don't care how many times I have to say this- we are not moving here. Did you forget how long we had to stay in the spaceship to even get to this planet? Now imagine how much of a nightmare it'll be to move our stuff from our home planet. We had our fun, but we should go back now", the male of the couple piped up. It sounded like it wasn't the first time they were having this argument.
The female replied, "But it's so much safer here. This place is so far away from the Arxurs. Come on, think about it, we'll never have to worry about the predators raiding us anymore."
"Our homeworld is safe enough as it is. Do you really want to live so far away from the greater herd? The Federation can't protect a planet this far away from their space."
"They don't have to. This place hasn't had a single raid in the last 150 years. I'm telling you, it's the safest place in the galaxy"
"And what if the Arxur start attacking? Then what? Besides…", the male tried to lower his voice, "... They're all very primitive, all 3 of them. You saw how backwards their technology is, right? So many of them still live underground. They're barely more advanced than the Yotul. I don't think they have the capabilities to evacuate themselves if they get attacked."
The couple kept arguing back and forth like this until I came to my stop. It was nothing new. Every few months, you could hear tourists contemplating staying on this planet permanently, along with backhanded insults about our species. We had to get used to it, being offended at these remarks was not a luxury we could afford.
Rangha, and the Ghedi and Firin homeworlds, exist quite a distance away from the nearest Federation space. Our uplifting started as an effort to expand Federation territories, but was stopped once the war with the Arxur got worse. One month of FTL travel through empty space meant running supplies and personnel was too costly to consider. Even FTL signals from their capital takes 4 days to reach here. So most aliens that come from the Federation are tourists, drifters and, most regrettably, the exterminators.
The distance also meant that the Arxur would probably never consider attacking us. Which is both a blessing and a curse, since the lack of any potential threat meant the Federation would not clear us to have any sizable military fleet. Despite being so far removed from the "Herd", as the Federation liked to call themselves, we were still living under their claws. It was hard not to feel a little jealous of the Arxur. For as evil and cruelty-driven as they seemed to be, they at least had the means to fight the Federation.
For now, we Ranghal have to make do with fighting from the shadows. It's the only way to survive until we can figure out how to obtain enough military power. It's why I joined the extermination office, it's a draining and blasphemous job, but keeping the exterminators in check was of the utmost importance.
I entered the office building to see several exterminators in the main hall. Most of them were aliens, with only 5 Ranghals in the office. The Federation didn't trust "primitives" to effectively run the extermination business.
"Hey Bak, did you hear? We finally sent Jhekl to the mental correctional facility yesterday", Lenli, a Venlil, told me as I sat at my table.
"The Ghedi? What did he do?", I asked.
"You know how that brat has been giving us trouble lately?", a Harchen, Pard, entered the room.
"He called you a demon right to your face", Lenli's ears flicked in amusement.
"The nerve of that kid!", Pard continued, "Anyway, we got suspicious so we investigated his house yesterday", there was a hint of smugness in his voice, "Guess what we found. Two Chiki corpses in his room. That piece of shit even tried to attack us when we went to capture him"
I asked in disbelief, "What was he doing with those?"
"Eat them, play with them. Who knows how these predator diseased freaks' brains work?", Pard said dismissively.
"I say why even waste resources trying to correct them. Just set these freaks on fire and get rid of the menace", Lenli said as his tail swished back and forth.
Pard laughed, "Yeah. Set an example. So many people with predator disease seem to be popping up lately"
"Nothing to do about it, I guess", I said as I remained expressionless, trying to hide the anger building inside me.
Predator disease. A term these exterminators throw out against anyone who try to raise a voice against them. Apparently standing up for yourself was a sign of being a predator according to them.
I guess you would be scared of predators if your species lived as prey their entire existence. But you wouldn't know they were prey if you looked at the exterminators. I strongly believe all of them were predator diseased themselves. The only reason they were here was because they were exiled from Federation space, or because they were trying to escape judgment before the more sane of their species got wise to their condition. Here, where they hold much more power, they can do whatever they want without scrutiny. When they were not taking enjoyment from burning animals and their babies alive, they were extorting people on their patrols. It was amusing for them to exercise power on people who didn't fight back because they trusted the exterminators to protect them. And the ones that did fight back, like Jhekl, got falsely accused of having predator disease and taken to a correctional facility.
It wasn't hard to deduce that Jhekl's predator disease was fabricated too. Regular people, especially aliens, don't look too closely at accusations like this. Most of them trust exterminators blindly, or are too busy being scared out of their skin to question it. However, Surveillance Office definitely knew Jhekl was innocent. But they won't do anything about it since he's an alien. It didn't feel right. Alien or not, the Ghedi are our neighbours. No-one should suffer injustice like this.
I wasn't on patrol duty today, so I was hoping to stay the whole day in my office. A bright day like this was not the time to go out for a walk. I would've preferred the night shift, but so would most Ranghals, it wasn't something newer exterminators like me got right away. I was getting a bit anxious too. It had been 4 months since the extermination office last encountered a real predator. A nest of small Orbhead birds, barely any danger to anything but insects. But it was enough to send the aliens that discovered it into a stampede. The exterminators that were assigned tracked the bird down into a forest, and burned it and its chicks alive as soon as they found it, along with the part of the forest around the nest.
And now the exterminators were getting impatient. I fear they were itching to use their flamethrowers again, looking for any excuse to justify it.
My fears were realized when Dagh came into the room.
"Lenli, Pard, Bak. Come to the Head exterminator's office. Rajan said we have a mission", Dagh said before he walked out.
Lenli and Pard looked at each other.
"I sure hope so. It gets so boring here doing nothing all these days"
There was a spring in their steps as they walked to the Head exterminator's office. My steps, however, were filled with dread. I have no doubt this mission will involve us burning down our sacred forests. And this time I'll be a part of it.
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2023.03.31 17:09 b_evil13 Questions on wound healing for leg ulcer similar to a diabetic ulcer

Reasons it's not healing Poor blood flow to the area Lymphedema and lymphatic draining The area was so traumatized it's struggling to heal
Looking for advice on what would be the best thing to help finally heal this thing bc wound care has done nothing for the last year but debride no ointments besides occasionally silver nitrate and then more recently some type of grafts but they aren't made from his skin, but Insurance won't pay anymore for more grafts this year.
Something to promote collagen, skin regeneration, blood flow, lymphatic system support, is what I think would help.
I'm looking for suggestions/advice/info/reassurance on any peptides you all would recommend.
But also specifically on: ghk-cu BPC-157 Tb500
Also info on ROA? Topical, Injection, oral, nasal spray? I know some drugs are best taken certain ways so does it matter how one takes them? I'm just about to purchase some Tirzepatide and was going to get some of the tb500 with it, but it's powder and I'm thinking is that the best way to get it? should he be injecting or making caps with it?
I'm so new to this, but I see the potential for many applications. of course wound care Dr had no clue about any of it, though he wasn't against it. he said oh you can get it from food or gnc lol. Well guess what we aren't getting it from food! I'm just hoping to try anything to help him heal bc this has been going on for far too long.
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2023.03.31 17:09 never-armadillo What I think really happened

Like any animal, I think we each have a sense of self for survival. To deal with the harsh reality that death is the unavoidable end of life, we turned that sense of self into the concept of a soul. The idea that a soul lives on past death in a better plane of existence comforted us for a while.
But then tribal people started saying it couldn't be a great plane of existence if dead enemies are also there. So we started to envision various means of immortal justice to address that, and religion was born.
It's all a ridiculous complicated coping mechanism to avoid the most undeniable realities before us. If it was benign, I'd be fine with it. But it's weaponized by tribal people so it's not alright.
What do we know happens? Your blood stops circulating. Your brain gets no oxygen. You are not conscious. Nothing is fueling your faculties for thinking and feeling, so it does not hurt. You don't experience anything. Your sense of self simply no longer exists.
That realization should make us better appreciate life while we have it. It is something we should not wish to delude away.
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2023.03.31 17:09 ritachick67 Source for Chey/Toy Pieces

Does anyone have a good source for Chinchilla toy/chew pieces? Etsy seems expensive and I don't find much on there. We use apple wood, pine, etc... the usual things. But it's adding up $$
She destroys what we put up in a night or two then is done. So we're going through a lot. She's out to play (2) hours a day so she's getting out and about. She's a diva with toys
Is there a way to make your own? My hubby has a table saw and whole woodworking garage. I find no tutorials on the web to make our own unless I overlooked something?
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2023.03.31 17:07 throwaway_h478shk2i7 Covenant C2 - unrecognized connections

So I wake up this morning and decide to continue dicking around with a C2 server I had setup to demo some hacking related things to friends a while back...
And discovered about 100 apparently live connections from machines I have never seen or interacted with before.
Quickly killed the C2 and promptly began freaking tf out.
These machines should not be there ---
Checking the logs it doesn't look like there was any commands issued to them...not a whoami, nothing... just connections so I am hoping this means no one has been using my C2 for thier own nefarious purposes.
I nmaped my c2 server's bridge port, and also tried to netcat into it - neither of these things made a new connection appear in the C2's list... which means all these machines I am seeing are probably not just bots port scanning stuff...
I have the dropper hosted on a little http server on the same machine, it's just an exe that sits there... as far as I know, basically the only way to get a connection to the C2 is to 1. Disable your antivirus 2. download this file 3. Run it.
So like... I guess my questions are:
  1. How much shit am I in? As far as I know there's not been any commands issued from my C2 to these zombies or whatever you want to call them. But is just making a connection to it a problem? Even if these machines did so apparently of thier own accord?
  2. How the fuck are these machines even here?
  3. Is it possible these machines might be securty researchers or honeypots, waiting to see if they make a connection to this C2, what type of commands might come from it. Or like "let's download this malware and see what it does so we can figure out what it's trying to do and if it's part of some kind of larger illegal activity so we can stop it" type thing?
Most of the host names and usernames look legit... there are a couple basically random strings as host names... but some of them are questionable, "John, fred" etc
Gave me quite the scare this morning, was not expecting that. I suppose if I want to demo this stuff I'll need to think of another option that I can somehow hide from the prying eyes of... I guess people who purposefully download and run, as far as they know, malicious software? Lesson learned I think.
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2023.03.31 17:07 julzieldn I finally found a way to relax before the craziness starts

I discovered something that has been a game-changer for me - going for a walk with my dog. It's silly, but boy does it feel good.
Now, every morning before the chaos of the day begins, I take my dog for a walk around the neighborhood. It's a simple thing, but it has had a huge impact on my mental health and well-being.
During those 30 minutes, I am able to disconnect from my phone and the constant stream of notifications. I am able to breathe in the fresh air and feel the sunshine on my face. I am able to watch my dog run around with joy and remember the importance of enjoying the present moment.
And when I return home, I am able to approach my day with a renewed sense of energy and focus. It's like taking that time for myself actually makes me more productive and less stressed in the long run.
So, to all the busy moms out there - I encourage you to find your own way to take a moment for yourself. Maybe it's going for a walk, maybe it's reading a book, maybe it's taking a long bath. Whatever it is, prioritize it. You deserve it.
And if you happen to have a furry friend by your side, even better. They have a way of reminding us to enjoy the simple things in life.
Thanks for reading, and happy walking!
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2023.03.31 17:06 Patrik_Again Punish and Crush Semi-Finals: Book Double or Nothing 2023

Punish and Crush Semi-Finals: Book Double or Nothing 2023

AEW Double or Nothing 2023:

Blackpool Combat Club (Jon Moxley, Claudio Castagnoli, Wheeler Yuta) Vs. The Elite (Matt and Nick Jackson and ‘Hangman’ Adam Page):
The Build: This one needs no introduction, since it’s what’s going on IRL. The whole BCC violently attacked The Elite and Hanger, writing them off from TV for a few weeks for them to come back and get beat up again. While Hangman and The Bucks goes to help each other countless times, sometimes with success, sometimes with none, the numbers game is too overwhelming since Omega is not getting involved,BCC has Hangman and the other Buck locked into Yuta’s and Claudio’s submission, Danielson simply watching and laughing, while Mox has one of the Bucks ready to drop them headfirst with a Top Turnbuckle Death Rider when Omega comes for the save. Rushing to the ring dropping belt on the floor, he nails Yuta with a V-Trigger, ducks Claudio’s Lariat, hits him with a Snap Dragon Suplex, Danielson rushes in for the Busaiku Knee but Omega dodges and while Bryan is recovering on the ropes, BANG WITH A V-TRIGGER THROUGH THE ROPES!!! Mox releases one of the Bucks to go help his BCC brothers but before he’s able to go down from the ropes, Omega rushes up, DROPKICKS MOXLEY WHO FALLS INTO THE BCC ON THE OUTSIDE!!!
A lucky landing, however, Omega’s worry about the Bucks turns into rage as he sees, on the ground, Danielson laughing and holding the IWGP US belt above his head.
The following week sees a rising rift between the Bucks and Omega, since Kenny doesn’t want anything to do with Hangman. The Elite can’t really worry too much about that, with Kenny with his hands full with a task for Double or Nothing, they also have an objective at the PPV. The objective being to PUT DOWN THE BCC!
The Match: There is no other way this can go.
The BCC controls the majority of the match, splitting Hangman from the group and working on him with torturous punishment. The few comebacks The Elite can make are squashed and they’re having a real underdog performance. The weakest link on BCC side being Yuta, Mox and Claudio do everything they can to stop The Elite from cutting him from the rest of the group, and it works very well, since even with wild, high paced comebacks, The Elite can’t get the upper hand.
This one comes to an end when, after Hangman misses an Orihara Moonsault and crashes on a table on the outside, taking him out of the match, Yuta plants Nick Jackson with a Piledriver on the apron, it leaves Mox and Claudio to pick apart Matt like wild african dogs. Mox drops Matt with a Death Rider and uses the momentum to roll him into Claudio’s grip, who drops Matt with a Neutralizer, they coin the name Blackpool Assembly Line, ironically, it leaves a disassembled Matt Jackson to be pinned.
Blackpool Combat Club def. The Elite via pinfall.
FTR Vs. Golden Ace - AEW World Tag Team Championship:
The Build: After FTR is able to capture the AEW Tag Team Championship from The Gunns, they are tasked with one of the biggest challenges of their career shortly after. After one promo on a Dynamite episode, where they declare themselves to be the absolute best on tag team wrestling, to be the true aces of that division, one certain ace takes offense to that, as Tanahashi does his new shtick of showing randomly to US and having matches, but this time he’s in the need of a team mate, and he’s not alone, as he marches down with KOTA MOTHERFUCKING IBUSHI!!!!!!!! The crowd goes crazy because of the implications of that and the match is soon set up for Double or Nothing, because I’m a strong believer in week-long feuds for the sake of having a dope match.
The Match: This is the fast paced, hard hitting match one would expect, instead of long chain wrestling sequences and stuff like that, FTR takes it into Tana with shades of Hansen and Vader violence and brutality, putting the Strong Style hater into uuuuh fucking Strong Style I guess lol. Tana gets very overwhelmed during the match until Ibushi is able to tag himself in and he goes crazy, as he usually does, matching FTR’s intensity and even taking it up another level. Tana eventually gets going and is able to match the intensity without having to betray his beliefs and the match gets more and more competitive.
This one comes to an ending when, after Golden Ace was mounting the big comeback and getting the momentum on their side, a sudden Shatter Machine out of nowhere to Tana was able to keep him down for the 3 count! The out of nowhere finisher caught the crowd off guard. A show of respect, with FTR displaying the code of honor as the 4 men go out of the ring with their heads high. (this was the filler match lmao)
FTR def. Golden Ace via pinfall to retain the AEW World Tag Team Championship
Taya Valkyrie Vs. Jade Cargill - AEW TBS Championship:
The Build: Big woman Vs. Big woman . It’s built in the most Sports Entertainment way, with segments with feats of strength, push up and pull up competitions, all that good shit, but the competition eventually ends in brawls.
The Match: Big women. Big moves. Big slams. HOLY SHIT TAYA KICKED OUT OF JADED!!!! Bigger moves. Bigger slams. Three Jaded later and Taya is done. very simple.
Jade Cargill def. Taya Valkyrie via pinfall to retain the AEW TBS Championship
Orange Cassidy Vs. Kenoh - AEW International Championship:

This is Kenoh for those of you who doesn't know, he's a great worker, he's always angry and he has a dope entrance. Match Suggestion - Kenoh Vs. Kaito Kiyomiya from NOAH's New Year Show.
The Build: With Forbidden Door season being almost around the corner, this year the event is expanded as a joint show between NJPW, AEW, Impact and NOAH! Kongoh was chosen as the NOAH representative after Kenoh dogged on Kaito to see which wrestler was going to Forbidden Door as a chance to showcase what NOAH is all about. Kenoh not only dogged on Kaito,he threatened his way into a match for AEW gold, Kenoh saying that ripping a treasure out of AEW and taking it to NOAH would be the best he could do to NOAH.
One Orange Cassidy wasn’t comfortable with the constant threatening and bullying by Kongoh’s part, so he challenged Kenoh himself. Before Kenoh can compete at FB for AEW gold, he’ll have to compete at Double or Nothing. Kenoh, the man who embodies being pissed off, didn’t know what he was getting into and promptly accepted the match, gold is gold.
The Match: The most annoying US wrestler to go against Vs. The most irritable man alive. If you watched Naito/Kenoh you know what’s going on. Orange does his lazy work and that only prompts Kenoh to be more and more violent. The strategy works a lot on OC’s behalf as he is able to draw Kenoh into unfavorable situations, almost scoring an out of nowhere win when he landed a sudden Orange Punch but Kenoh spilled to the outside to not be pinned.
The trend kept going until the end of the match, when Kenoh geared his burning fighting spirit by no selling a Beach Break, rolling off of the move straight into a Knee Strike to the back of Orange’s head. Kenoh, exhausted, makes the climb for the top rope. When he’s there, OC fires his own fighting spirit, runs over the rope and tries to push Kenoh from it but to no avail, as Kenoh kicked Cassidy mid-climb and followed it WITH THE P.F.S!!!! HOLY FUCKING SHIT KENOH PINS ORANGE CASSIDY!!!!!!
Kenoh celebrates with the rest of Kongoh as he waves his faction flag around after putting on a NOAH T-Shirt.
Kenoh def. Orange Cassidy via pinfall to win the AEW International Championship - TITLE CHANGE
Kenny Omega Vs. Bryan Danielson II - IWGP United States Championship:
The Build: Well, didn’t I say Omega had his hands full? After the announcement that it’s going to be BCC Vs. Elite, the other side of this feud was also announced. TK announces for Double or Nothing it will be THE REMATCH FOR ‘The Best Bout Machine. The Cleaner’ KENNY OMEGA Vs. ‘The American Dragon. The Best Wrestler in the World’ BRYAN DANIELSON WITH THE INTERNATIONAL WRESTLING GRAND PRIX UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP IN A 60 MINUTES TIME LIMIT MATCH!!!!!
The Match: Fuck’s am I supposed to write here? Go watch their match and add the following - After the 30 minutes mark, Omega and Danielson just brawling inside the ring until Kenny went for a Roundhouse Kick, that Danielson ducked, but on the momentum of the spin, Kenny jumped up and NAILED THE AMERICAN DRAGON WITH A V-TRIGGER, Danielson drops and gets ANOTHER V-TRIGGER AND ANOTHER AND ANOTHER AND ANOTHER ONE!!!!!!! Omega goes for the pin but DANIELSON KICKS OUT AT FUCKING ONE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Danielson fighting spirit is on AS HE DOES A FUCKING KIP UP AFTER 5 V-TRIGGERS AND HE BEGINS TO KICK OMEGA’S HEAD LIKE A FUCKING BALL!!!!!! Danielson begins to kick Omega’s head in, turns the champion around for the LeBel Lock but Omega rolls forward to get out of it and Danielson, still with wrist control, NAIL OMEGA WITH A KAMIGOYE WHICH OMEGA PROMPTLY NO SELLS AND STANDS FACE TO FACE WITH DANIELSON JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHAT IS THIS!!!!!!
They start to trade forearm after forearm, then kick after kick and it’s like we’re on the fucking start of the match again until one frontal kick to Omega makes him stumble back as he rebounds on the ropes and spins around TAKING DANIELSON’S HEAD OFF WITH A DISCUSS LARIAT!!! Omega does his theatrics, aims the V-Trigger, hits the ropes, jumps for the knee AND DANIELSON DUCKS OUT OF THE WAY, QUICKLY LOCKING OMEGA ON A DOUBLE UNDERHOOK AS HE LIFTS HIM UP HOLY FUCK DANIELSON HITS OMEGA WITH THE DEATH RIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! Omega rolls to the outside but Bryan grabs a hold of his hair. Omega trashes to be let go, nails a forearm that rocks Danielson a bit and a SUPERKICK OUT OF NOWHERE TO DANIELSON ON THE ROPES!!!! The dragon is dangling, half of his body to the outside and Omega sees the opening. He climbs to the apron, does the finger guns AND JESUS FUCKING CHRIST HE BASHES DANIELSON’S HEAD WITH A KAMIGOYE AGAINST THE RING POST!!!!! DANIELSON STARTS TO BLEED LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER IN THE RING WHAT WOULD IBUSHI THINK MY GOD!!!!
Omega climbs to the apron on the opposite side of the ring as Danielson is getting up and a sudden realization hits. Omega holds the ropes and takes aim. When Danielson is on his feet, Omega slingshots himself over it, he gracefully(not really) flips over the top rope, his feet land on the ring and he extends his arms. Unlike a buckshot fired straight to the chest of a crackhead invading my house, OMEGA MISSES THE BUCKSHOT LARIAT, DANIELSON DUCKS UNDER IT, HITS THE ROPE AND BUSAIKU KNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! DANIELSON IS NOT FUCKING DONE! He takes Omega arms and begins to stomp away and Omega stops moving, the referee tries to separate them but Danielson KICKS THE HEAD OF THE REFEREE OF, THE REF IS KNOCKED OUT! Danielson puts Omega on a kneeled position and KAMIGOYE! KAMIGOYE! KAMIGOYE KAMIGOYE KAMIGOYE KAMIGOYE KAMIGOYE KAMIGOYE ONE AFTER THE FUCKING OTHER!!!!
Danielson shows no sign of stopping until HANGMAN ADAM PAGE AND KOTA IBUSHI RUSHES TO THE RING!!! Ibushi goes straight to Danielson with blood on his eyes and Hangman goes to check on Omega by order of Kota. Ibushi slips inside the ring AND EATS A BUSAIKU KNEE!!!! Danielson starts to laugh maniacally as he stomps Ibushi’s head in. Page is able to wake Omega up, who sees what’s happening and V-TRIGGERS DANIELSON ON THE BACK OF THE HEAD AND HOISTS HIM UP FOR THE ONE WINGED ANGEL!!!! OMEGA DROPS DANIELSON AND COVERS HIM BUT THERE IS NO FUCKING REFEREE!!!!!!!!!!
The medic team is the first to reach the ring, after them coming in BCC to beat the living hell out of Hangman some more and now Ibushi is getting some to protect his Golden Lover. During the whole commotion, Aubrey marches down the ring and as a repeat from Danielson/MJF, Bryan nails Omega’s head with an oxygen tank! Danielson goes back inside the ring with Aubrey there already, he stomps on Omega’s head some more, he begins rolling Omega but he notices the limp body, gives up on the LeBel Lock, and with one feet on Omega’s chest it’s One…Two…Thr- OMEGA KICKS OUT HOLY FUCKING SHIT AIN’T NO WAY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The dream, however, is dead in the water, as Danielson now locks in the LeBel Lock and faster than you could say The Motherfucking American Dragon, Omega goes dark, Aubrey does the hand lifting thing but to no avail, Omega is out… AND YOUR NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW IWGP UNITED STATES CHAMPION, THE AMERICAN DRAGON BRYAN DANIELSOOOOOOOOOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bryan Danielson def. Kenny Omega via submission to win the IWGP United States Championship - TITLE CHANGE
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2023.03.31 17:05 Rev_DC Has the more traditional Big Muff fallen out of favor 'round these parts? Haven't seen near as many lately.

Just a random observation as I'm looking through pages of stuff on both TGP and Reddit. It makes me wonder... has the more traditional big muff-style fuzz fallen out of favor? I've had one on my board for a long, long time, but I realized lately that I've barely used it. I usually end up going for a more traditional distortion (RAT style) or a Tonebender if I want face-melty fuzz.
I know it'll always be popular at some level, but it does seem like it's not quite as popular as it was when EHX released all the reissues a couple of years ago.
How many of you still use it as a big part of your sound?
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2023.03.31 17:05 aurelie-sj Saturday Questions

Hi friends - The Facebook group is kind of chaotic and I’m a planner by nature and have done lots of research and frankly I’m just looking for a few MegaCon vets to maybe offer me some peace of mind.
My last MegaCon was 2015 and it wasn’t a great experience for me. I’m going into Saturday with eyes wide open, very aware of the crowds and madness, and just trying to do my best with zero expectations for the day.
Any insight on these questions will really ease my anxious mind, thank you all for your help in advance.
  1. I picked up my badge on Thursday and just read today that I had to activate it online - so I also just did that. When I arrive to enter, what line am I looking to join? I guess I’m just a bit confused by what badge activation does for me.
  2. Can someone walk me through what entry/security checks look like? I’ve read some people say it’s like Disney with the gate, and other saying they’re manually checking every bag which feels very time consuming. I’m fully on board with whatever process it takes to keep EVERYONE safe, but I’m also trying to get a feel for what this process will look like.
  3. I have a medical condition that makes me prone to fainting and requires me to keep my blood sugar up. Of course I didn’t consider needing doctors documentation to carry snacks - how strict is this food policy if I failed to grab a doctors note? I have a glucose reader I always carry but not having access to snacks immediately could be a big problem for me. (I’m not packing like 4 course meals, literally just some granola bars and dried fruit and water.)
THANK YOU ALL in advance. I’m anxious for Saturday but excited to see everyone and everything.
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2023.03.31 17:04 HeWhoIsDumb 20/M/US - [Friendship] You're looking for a new best friend. I'm looking for a new best friend. What are we waiting for?

Yep! You saw that title right. I am also looking for a new best friend. So we should get to know each other! I'll start off. I'm 20 years old and from Tennessee! Which means I may have a funny accent to some. I love playing games (PC), calling on Discord, and 20th century war history. If that is enough to catch your attention, then please do read on!
I will go ahead and get my preferences out of the way!
Now onto my interests and such!
My interests include:

Well, I am sure I have taken up a fair bit of your time with this post. I do appreciate if you did go through and read it all! But if you read it and it does interest you, please do feel free to reach out in chat with a bit about yourself and we can go from there! Hope you all have a fantastic day!

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2023.03.31 17:01 normancrane The Rattle & The Hum

[Begin translation source I]
There was be one magic trick I used to pull. Good one trick it was too, ha, yeah. Made em all clap mighty. This trick could be done only at the golden hour. Do you rember that boy? Ha, yeah, I was be lifting my hands into the air and touching be the sun with tips of my fingurtips, ha, yeah, and pulling out a coin from behind, and all em clapping and laughing, rember that boy? Rember you be clapping and laughing too?
He lay there on the hospital bed, emaciated, words rolling slowly off his heavy tongue, punctuated intermittently by the harshness of cleared throats and swallowed phlegm, as I held one of his rough, bony workingman's hands, a hand much like my own, like holding my own hand in that sterile odorless room, observing him for what the past numberless days had felt each time like the last, observing him as a man and as my father and as my fellow countryman, with tears rolling down my cheeks, thinking, when was the last time I cried? Thinking, don't leave me you bastardfuck. Not fucking yet.
Was be a good trick, wasn't it?
Yeah, I said, recalling all the times he'd reached toward the sun and through sleight of hand extracted a single gold coin from behind it, recalling laughing, recalling his smile and his embrace, true and powerful, as if he were hugging me with the force of two, his own and of the mother I never knew, recalling the texture, smell and weight of those perfect coins which as a boy I never could wait to go into the city to spend. On some trifle. Some semblance of luxury. Yes, it was a good trick, I said, mindful of the clock on the wall and the relentless, silent movement of its hands. In one direction always.
Midnight had come and gone and I had to be at the docks by dawn. A shiver ran through me and I felt a longing for my wife, who at this late hour is mending clothes for our daughters, who are asleep in a single bed because we've no space for another, and in the flickering candlelight, sole illumination for the needle piercing threadbare cloth, I feel the regret of a life amounting to but a child's handful of failed dreams slipping insignificantly, like grains of sand, like grains of salt, between my thick fingers, burying the ruins of the once great illusion that I am destined, that any of us are destined, even as perfumed in silken robes my boss sluices warm brandy down his throat, which is like my throat, but whose soft hands are unlike my hands, unlike the hands of my father, which twitch, and I am imagining the taste of brandy when my father said, What if, ha, yeah. What if it wasn't be a trick, huh boy?
[Several lines here temporarily omitted. Reason: Transcription failure. Note: Attempt with updated identification model once completed.]
The Thames flows golden.
Flows forever.
Unloading we. Dying embers of the yester- become kindling for the new day, as the ships come and ships go, into the illuminous space formed by the sky and the sky-reflected, timeless and deep, upon the canvas of whose pale brilliance we all are rendered featureless and black, silhouetted, man, woman and ship alike.
Gulls cut across the brightening sky.
Having shut my eyes, I rub my swollen face and spit blood into the river.
[Note: Provisional placement of marked lines. Reason: Chronological dilemma. Does one prefer faithfulness to original writing or to events described? Note: Consultation may be advised.]
What do you mean, I asked.
But if I expected some reaction from him, some change from the pallid staticity of his dying, none came. His dull eyes kept their blank upward vigil. He merely cleared his throat and said, Wasn't be any trick about it, ha, yeah. The pull be real. I wasn't be having no coin in hiding ken? The pull be real boy. Ha, yeah. The coins be existing there always behind the sun. So many coins. I shouldn't be touching, but the way em clapped, the way you laughed boy. The way you laughed.
He swallowed phlegm. Letting go of his hand, I rose. What are you saying?
I wasn't be knowing any trick but I could be doing this one thing, ha, yeah. I could pull ken? I was be lifting my hands into the air—
I grabbed him by the collar and shook him. The coins, you mean they're really there?
Behind the sun, he said. The pull be real, he said, as I shook him and shook him and he offered no resistance. There wasn't any strength left in him at all. He was light as non-existence. How many? I demanded, still crying, Tell me! How many coins are there behind the sun!
More than all, he said. Ha, yeah.
Why didn't you—Why did we live like we did? If you could've pulled money from the fucking sky, why did you—We were so goddamn poor! We didn't have anything. I don't have anything, I sobbed, and thinking of my wife and daughters lifted his fragile body and drove him back into the hospital bed, trying to push him through it. Blank-eyed he cleared his throat, gargled and sucked down phlegm.
Rattle, he said. Rattle boy. Rattle and hum, and for a moment I thought I saw something fill his eyes. Something golden. something flowing forever. and reflected in the Thames I saw a long ago memory of the two of us on the banks watching the merchant ships. it was, i remembered, the day after i’d been caught spraying graffiti on the school walls. the city skyline shadowlike. there be two sounds only in the world boy, i heard him say in the memory or in the hospital room or in my own pulsing head, the rattle and the hum, highlit by the pink setting sun, this be your education boy. this be wisdom ken? that, he said, pointing at the shadow buildings, be not your world. hollowed rattlescum. hear boy? hear the rattle? but i didn't, and every night i dreamed about living in the city with all its luxuries, with everything modern and easy, and do you hear that? he asked, listening. listen be under the rattle. listen be to the sun. the hum, ha, yeah, that be the real life, the hard life. the sun, the hum, ahem, I let him go, backed away, terrified I might have killed him.
[End translation source I]
[Begin translation source II]
But no, he still clung to life, coughing and wheezing even when I left the room, the hospital, too furious to go home, too awake to sleep. I looked for another kind of familiar instead, down by the dockyards where I knew I could find the pain I needed. To give and to receive. I went into a bar, downed drinks and insulted some out of town scabbie just to get into it with him, and that felt good. The anger. The scabbie didn’t have a chance, not because I was good at brawling but because what I wanted was for him to hit me. Hurt me. Heads I win, tails me too. Punch after punch. He beat the snot out of me, broke my nose. I beat what was left of my father’s life out of him, cracked a few ribs, all while telling myself my father was out of his mind with dying man's delirium to be talking about coins behind the sun. But that wasn’t even what had pissed me off. It wasn’t that I believed him. It was that he believed himself, and still thought he’d done right by keeping us poor when all he had to do was pull fucking coins from the fucking sun until we had everything we’d ever dreamed of!
What finally put the scabbie down was a chair to the face.
I slinked out of the bar sore to moonlight uncomfortably louder than it had any right to be, then swung at the moon too. I missed. It wasn’t until the next day, after a shift on the docks on no sleep and too much Adderall, that I found out my father had died.
Crawling home I was sure my wife was going to kill me, but she didn’t. Bless her heart and curse mine. Instead she wrapped her arms around me, kissed my cheeks and offered her condolences. Then she pulled me to the bathroom before the girls noticed I was home, and I washed the blood and sweat and stink off myself so that I'd be more presentable when they inevitably decided to snuggle with me. As presentable as anyone could be with a cracked nose and puffed out face turning all the bruised colours of the rainbow. Predictable as clockwork, I broke down.
[End translation source II]
[Note: Inferring existence here of unlocated paragraphs presumed lost.]
[Begin translation source III]
[Note: Uncertain temporal relationship between preceding and following paragraphs. Estimation: 2-4 years. Note: Estimate open to revision.]
I haven’t been writing much lately. I’ve spent more of my free time reading my old notebooks and journals. Truthfully I’m ashamed of much of what I wrote before, yet there’s something that prevents me from destroying it: it’s a reflection of who I was at the time, what I was. I want to remember that. I don’t want to forget myself. Reading, I feel again the stress I was under, the drugs I was taking, the thoughts I started and never finished.
I miss my father.
I took the girls to a movie tonight. It wasn’t very good, but we had a lot of fun. They’re getting older. They’re starting to lie to us.
I injured my arm on the docks. Two days off, then pain meds and back to work.
My wife and I celebrated our tenth anniversary by going out to dinner. We walked past the hospital where my father died. It was early evening and I couldn’t help glancing up at the sun in the sky. (In the air, as my father would have said.)
My boss died yesterday. It was unexpected. He was 61. Unmarried, no kids. For five minutes the entire docks stopped and stood in silence, then the whistle blew and we went back to work. There are articles about him in all the newspapers, some of which he owned. His funeral is scheduled for Saturday and they say it’s going to be one of the largest ever. There was almost no one at my father’s funeral, just the few living people who knew him.
I’ve been feeling increasingly indifferent to things I used to care about.
Midlife crisis: check.
I keep listening to music from my youth. I do it on headphones because it's fucking shameful. Sometimes I feel so much nostalgia it hurts. What exactly am I trying to find? I grew up poor. I'm still poor. I'll die poor. My life is stillborn. It never really started.
I stayed out all night again doing nothing. Haunting the city, I guess. I take the bus in then walk. I told my wife I was drinking, looking for drugs. She believed me but didn't have the decency to get fucking mad. She's just concerned. Not just saying the words but actually meaning them. I was looking for a fight and all I got was empathy. How much of a loser am I, right? My kids tell me they love me every day and I spend my days feeling like absolute shit. Maybe it's because I pretend all the time that I don't believe in the sincerity of others.
I bought some spray paint today. Recapturing lost youth, but at least it's artistic!
There's so much noise in the world.
One of my daughters is sick. Not caught-a-cold sick. Running tests to figure out the damage sick, and: planning to buy meds we can't afford on my salary sick, and: being on a waitlist for a procedure for seven fucking years (!) sick.
Walking tonight I kept thinking about my old boss' funeral. So many interviews and TV specials and it's like no one rembers (*) him anymore. At the same time, his daughter wouldn't be dying because her dad was too much of a terrified fuckup to get anywhere in life.
[Note: Link to Soho Stone? Plan: Attempt precision dating. Outcome: Plausibility passed. Note: Begin formal write-up of hypothesis to present at Symposium. Note: Inform Norq and query opinion .]
Went out to the city tonight and did my first spray job in twenty years. Felt good despite the hands being rusty. Nothing major, just a quick poem I'd written a few weeks ago, but then I crossed it out anyway and wrote something else. Something true. Something sincere. You know what was good about the whole thing? (Other than not getting caught, because how embarrassing would that be.) It's not me anymore. I'm no graffiti artist. After I was done and the adrenaline had gone down, all I wanted was to be home again.
The Universal Archivist Pix disconnected from the central mainframe and telecommunicated to the Universal Archivist Norq. The two Universal Archivists were good colleagues, despite that Norq had achieved greater scholarship-fame than Pix because his research activities concerned a planet exponentially more interesting and universally significant than Earth.
"Good eon, Norq" said Pix.
"Good eon, Pix," replied Norq. "Do you possess useful information to submit?"
"I possess it," said Pix.
"Please make submission," said Norq.
"I submit I have developed a plausible hypothesis about the identity of the creator of the Soho Stone," said Pix.
"The Soho Stone," said Norq, referencing briefly the central mainframe. "One of the few surviving physical artifacts from the obscure planet you have determined to study. Who do you hypothesize is the creator?"
"He is unnamed," said Pix, for the digital files he was studying never identified their writer.
"The currently stated creator of the Soho Stone is Unknown," said Norq. "Is it your intention to appear before the Symposium to make rational argument in favour of amending the creator to Unnamed?"
"That is my intention," said Pix.
"Do you not believe such a change is quite minor?" asked Norq.
"Not all archival revision must be radical," said Pix. "In addition, I believe that names are not always of primary significance. The information I have gathered, collated and transcribed provides great insight into an individual Earthling and by linking such insight to the Soho Stone I believe I will add much scholarship-value to the Archive's exhibit."
"I support your submissions. They are well founded," said Norq.
"Thank you," said Pix.
"Goodbye, Pix" said Norq.
"Goodbye, Norq," said Pix and ended the telecommunication. After reconnecting to the central mainframe, he navigated to the entry on the Soho Stone. It read:
Origin: Earth (dead), c. 17th-22nd century A.D. (local time). Description: Fragment of presumed larger structure composed of limestone and clay being overlayed with the following symbols:
the only gold is the setting sun
all else amounts to none
coins clatter in a purse
as the rich man with distinction passes by
decomposing in the rattling hearse
[The above is obscured by a large X and several irregular lines, below which the symbols continue:]
i fucking love my wife and daughters
[The above is underlined.]
Significance: One of three surviving physical artifacts from its planet of origin. Creator: Unknown.
Although Pix had long ago memorized the entire central mainframe entry about the Soho Stone, he still enjoyed viewing its submissions. It kept his scholarly spirits up. He turned now to the only remaining information in his research he was sure succeeded the entry which he hypothesized described the creation of the Soho Stone.
I got home so late last night it was early. I thought everyone would be asleep, but my wife and daughters were all up. They were sitting in the living room together and hadn't noticed me come in. The sun was just beginning to rise, filling the room with a gorgeous light, and they were talking, all three of them, whispering: about what I don't know and it didn't matter. The words didn't matter. These words don't matter. Because what I heard then, I'll never forget. It was a sound. Pure, simple, and beautiful. It was the hum.
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2023.03.31 17:00 BigYellowCat_ I found an obscure german poem.

I found an obscure german poem called, "Auf Wanderung", which I've found translated in two places. My main questions involve the slight differences in translation between the two translated poems, and the poems compared to the original german. I do not speak German nor do I know much about it. All sources will be at the bottom.
The poem was written by Hermann Hesse. It is called, "Auf Wanderung" with a subtext of "Dem Andenken Knulps". I have found the title translated to, "Upon a ramble", and, "Out Wandering" which essentially mean the same thing. I have found the subtext as, "To the memory of Knulp". I cannot find a set year with one site saying, 1907, and another saying, 1911.
The original poem in german is:
Sei nicht traurig, bald ist es Nacht, Da sehn wir über dem bleichen Land Den kühlen Mond, wie er heimlich lacht, Und ruhen Hand in Hand.
Sei night trauig, bald kommt die Zeit, Da haben wir Ruh. Unsre Kreuzlein stehen Am hellen Straßenrande zu zweit, Und es regnet un schneit, Und die Winde kommen und gehen.

As a note, in the second stanza's third line, "Am hellen Straßenrande zu zweit", I have found the word, "Straßenrande", different among some sources. While most say, "Straßenrande", I have found two that instead say, "Strassenrande". Google translate(lol) says that both mean roadside.
English translations. I have found two English translations of the poem. The first and easiest to find, here on The Lidernet Archive. This seems to be translated by "Sharon Krebs". Here is the translation:
Do not be sorrowful, soon it shall be night, Then, over the pale land, we shall see The cool moon secretly laughing And we shall rest hand in hand.
Do not be sorrowful, soon the time shall come, Then we shall have rest. Our little crosses shall stand Together at the bright roadside. And it shall rain and snow And the winds shall come and go.

I found the second translation on This Website. The translation is sourced, "From the Bantam Book, Hermann Hesse Poems Selected and translated by James Wright". Here is the translation:
Don’t be sad, soon comes the night, When we watch over the faint countryside, As the cool moon secretly laughs And we rest hand in hand.
Don’t be sad, soon comes the time, When we rest. Our small crosses will stand On the bright roadside together, And it rains and snows, And the winds come and go.

Just from looking at it, it seems James Wright's translation is more direct while Sharon Krebs tried to make it more poetic, although the meanings are essentially the same.
My main questions are as follows. How accurate are the translations of the poem? Is one translation more accurate than the other? In the first stanza, second line, one translation says pale land, while the other says faint countryside. Is one more accurate, or does the german word(s) used not differentiate between the two? Is there anything about the poem that caught your eye? Does anyone know anything about this poem I haven't found?
The main reasons I made this post are 1. I was curious about the poem, 2. I wanted to share this poem I found. Thats all.
The place I got Interested in this poem was this post. Although I have seen the poem before in this special chapter of the Girls Last Tour manga. (Read the GLT manga its a masterpiece.)
I first found the poem with its translation here on the lidernet website.
This is the second place I found it with its translation.
The following are places I've found the german poem without translation. (there are more but I'll only put a few.) Here. Here. Here.
And finally, I found the name mentioned in this google book page along with other names. There are dates here but I Couldn't figure out if one of these was the proper date of the poem.
Thank you for your time.
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2023.03.31 16:59 HelpNeeded143 [Letter]

Hello. I am hoping that you can reply to this. Last year my fiancé introduced me to your content and I was mesmerized by your ability to make hard situations easy and solve issues for so many people. I am a 39 straight female and desperately need your help to resolve an issue that is about to end our relationship. First here is a bit of backstory. When we met a year ago, I was 140 pounds. I am 5'5. At 15, I met my ex husband, divorced at 30. I had a few dates between 30-38 but not many. I then met my fiancé. Things moved fast and after 3 months he was moved in and we were engaged. Sex was amazing. We had it often. He couldn't take his hands off of me. My 140 lbs body was attractive to him. My chest, thighs and butt were larger. Proportioned correctly for a woman. About a month after he moved in some major stressors started. My household bills were increasing, we were spending money (my bad eating out habit and his bad spending habits on cars, etc.) I ended up putting myself just above 20k in debt on credit cards and personal loans. During this time, I was also struggling with what I thought was criticism. I wasn't listening to him when he said he didn't like something I was doing. He kept telling me I wasn't listening to him. During this time, I started to lose a large amount of weight and fast. (When stressed, I lose appetite and budget for food) I was also a prior picky eater to the extreme and couldn't afford the foods that were unhealthy and what I was used to and mentally struggling with eating what we did have. He kept telling me I was losing weight and I didn't realize the extent of what he was saying until two months later I was down to 110 pounds. Thirty pounds in two months. All of my curves gone. All bone left. During this time we still continued to have issues with my inability to listen. Sex started to be horrible and he made it clear he was not attracted to me anymore. On top of losing weight and appearance, the inability to listen, and a struggling budget - it was def causing major issues. I was still not aware of my inability to listen as I kept taking it as an attack. Plus he had a severe allergy to my cat and I was forcing him to live with it and be sick (3 months ago I made the decision to rehome my cat to my aunt) Unable to see it wasn't an attack, it was a major root problem in our relationship. This continued for several months. Struggling financially. Lack of a sex life. Lack of me listening. Many fights, threats of breaking up. Then 3 months ago something significant happened. I had been taking xanax as needed (maybe once a day) for the last two years for anxiety. I had major panic attacks that would cause panic seizures. The xanax never fixed my anxiety. One day him and I were having a conversation and I was 100% paying attention to him and not focused on anything other then what he was saying. After he spoke for twenty minutes, I tried recount everything he had just said and I could only recall small points in the conversation. I was literally not computing 75% of what he just told me. I was mind blown. How was this even possible? After that I made it a point to start identifying this in other areas. I noticed there were times I would do something and had no clue I was even doing it. Body movements. Conversations. I was spacing out. A LOT. I went to the doctor and ended up on adderall. Which on the positive side removed my anxiety 100% and has helped me to focus better. But I am still struggling with not always remembering every bit of what someone says to me. It is slightly improving. But adderall also doesn't help someone who is trying to gain weight. I increased my calories. I have started eating so many foods I would have never ate in my entire life. Trying to eliminate this picky eater mentality. I started working out to build muscle. In the last 7 months I have only managed to gain and maintain 5 pounds. I'm still 25 pounds short of what I was when we met. I am still boney. I however have eliminated the unhealthy food I was eating and have a much cleaner diet. I believe there is a lot I have improved on in our relationship. But I also believe there is a lot that I continue to fail to improve on. He has repeatedly told me things and now when they happen he has lost any hope as I continue to repeat the issues. All of these issues and add on that before I met him, I was not a very sexual person. I had a horrible sex life with my ex husband and had never given a blow job to my current fiancé who loves them. As our sex life decreased from his lack of attraction and depression and my constant inability to listen, I have attempted probably over 200 blow jobs in the last year. Out of those 200, he has gotten off maybe 20 times. He has told me over and over again what he likes and what he doesn't like. But no matter what he tells me I still manage to do the wrong stuff and be horrible at it. It gets to a point where hes so fed up with me and over it he will say mean things and walk away. Which I understand. Who else can tell someone for an entire year they don't like something and the girl still does it. We can not go from a blow job to sex because my body he loses his erection during sex. 3 months ago we had a female join us to see if she could help learn better blow job skills. This resulted in us going to a swingers club and we have had 5-6 sexual experiences with other couples. He was unable to maintain erection 4 out of those 6 times. However, I could clearly see he was enjoying having sex with the other women, as he had with me in the beginning. They were thicker females. It was my idea to go to the club and bring another woman in. I felt like I could learn something and also he would get enjoyment in the process as sexual satisfaction is important. However, now it's getting to a point that it didn't help me as I still continue to fail at blowjobs. Add his lack of attraction to me and my slow ability to listen to things he says and the lack of sex, I am pretty sure he is ready to leave and end things. I do not want that. At all. I love him. He is intelligent. He challenges me. I learn from him. His harsh comments only come when frustrated and he has a right to that. How can I listen better? Please any advice here would be greatly appreciated. I am desperate. Why can't I just do what he says he likes and not do what he doesn't like? What is wrong in my brain?
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2023.03.31 16:58 M4xiiii SRT-10 questions

except for the fuel consumption, how much sense does it make to buy such a truck?
prices vary from $20k - $40k, the offer in my area is a 2005 quad cab with around 100k miles for $21k.
how good are the engines and transmissions after all this time?
ofc its hard to tell because it always depends on how well a truck was serviced, but in general how good or bad are engine and transmission?
and what about maintenance costs - a lot higher than in your average V8 Ram?
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2023.03.31 16:57 F1zzlexDDD Question about skin (Pixel 7)

Question about skin (Pixel 7)
So I'm thinking of ordering an Obsidian grip case and discovered that it would come with triple black "skin" as a gift. (Check screenshot)
So my question is:
Can it be applied to the back of your phone? Does the skin that comes with a grip case differ from the skin that sells independently?
The reason I would like to wrap the back of the phone when I receive the case is that I broke the back glass a bit. So with the skin, I think it won't look damaged when I take the case off.
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2023.03.31 16:55 Lust4Ketchup Could Ego Death phenomenology be explained with non-materialist physicalism and geometric/resonant theory of consciousness?

Few days ago I wrote a blog post that refers to the Jungian concept of Ego Death, generally considered as a spiritual fairytale. This is somewhat a naturalistic perspective on explaining this phenomenology. Here's a short summary of the blog post.
Since consciousness research has recently been on the rise, we've encountered some methods and ways of thinking that could hopefully help us prove that many similar spiritual experiences aren't made up nor indicative of mental health problems, but can rather be thought of as physical processes in the field of consciousness that we humans with our limited capacities try to put in clumsy words.
I am referring to several theories known foremost in physics (which seemingly offers us tools that can be used to describe consciousness) - those are hyperbolic strings (from strings theory), and as a consequence of a change in their manifold they can be measured via hyperbolic geometry. Next thing to know is that consciousness is thought of as a topological pocket/bubble within an electromagnetic field (this is QRI paradigm - , which I am hypothetically taking to be seen not just as a bubble, but a molecule of consciousness that can also independently act like a molecule! So the ontology that I take is dual-aspect monism: there is a domain in which consciousness is rooted in a hyperbolic space, and there's projection of it, which is the world that we see in 3D.
Hypothesis is: if there's resonance, there is geometry (this is true) - but can there also be indications of properties that a chemical element might have? Might consciousness undergo changes that are completely irrelevant to the projection? What if a baseline geometric shape of your consciousness undergoes evolution by turning into a hyperbolic (higher dimensional) shape?
The funny part is that if you take cymatics for example (if you don't know what it is you can Google it and literally just watch the first video, shortly: vibrations create a geometric shape) it shows us that music resonance can very directly be translated into geometry. What if this way of observing *resonance of our consciousness* will help us understand those subjective feelings of loss of identity and fundamental changes in the psyche known as Ego Death?
What are your thoughts? Does it make sense? :)
It's all described in way more detail in the blog post for anyone who finds the idea curious: 9. Phenomenology of “Psychic Death” as Molecular and Geometric Docking – Things I Wasn't Supposed to Talk About (
Personally, I've experienced an unexpected awakening upon, well, I don't know how to put - being madly in love with a person I haven't even known? Later I've found this is described as the Twin Flame journey which I am now almost 3 years later still trying to make sense of. How can your psyche change just like that? Where did this love come from when not from anything in my personal experience? These are the topics I'm thinking and writing about.
I am more than happy to hear criticism and further research/reading suggestions. I am aware that E. Weinstein hates String Theory but it seems more like an emotional reaction.
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2023.03.31 16:55 splotchy_boi the translation of the Yuri character file.

If you found this note in a small wooden box with a heart on it, then *congratulations!* You are probably the first person to read this. I didn’t really plan on sharing this with anybody, but for some reason I think it’s exciting that somebody out there, a complete stranger, will come across this note and read my story. Someone I will never meet, sharing such a personal bond with me. I’m fascinated that either one of us could die - even as soon as tomorrow - with the other being completely clueless to the fact. To you, my entire life is within this note, and so I will live for as long as your memory can carry me. Writing this, I’m wondering if that makes you feel fascinated or violated. It’s so exciting.

I’m sorry if my story is a bit disorganized, but I’d like to get it down while it’s still fresh on my mind. First, I’ll tell you a little bit about myself. I’m a first-year college girl and have led, by most standards, a pretty unspectacular life up to this point. I grew up in an upper-middle class school district with decent teachers. I did track in middle school and some of high school, and I’ve had two boyfriends. Now, I’m studying for a career in occupational therapy, because I feel the field is undervalued and provides tremendous help to people.

I’m giving you this background because there’s this strange misconception that if you want to kill someone then you’re either sick in the head or you have anger management issues. But, it’s very apparent that I don’t fall into either of those categories. It’s true that most murder cases are in a domestic setting where someone loses control of their anger or something. But the thing is that those people kill under provocation, whether by a singular outburst or by a slow-burning series of misfortunes. Those people kill because in that brief moment, they want a specific someone, for a specific reason, to be hurt or killed.

What I’m talking about is wanting to kill someone for no specific reason, maybe just to see what it’s like. Do you ever get that? I wouldn’t know how others feel, because it’s not something I ever talked about. But I’ve been curious about what it’s like to kill someone ever since I was a child. Not killing anyone in particular, just a random person. It’s always just fascinated me that if I put my mind to it, I can approach anyone, and in five minutes they would be completely gone from this Earth.

But I’ve never done so for a couple of reasons. First of all, for most of my life it was logistically impossible for me to do it without getting caught. I only got my driver’s license a couple years ago, and even then, the preparations would take too much time, definitely stirring suspicion. It was only once I started college that I realized this was no longer an obstacle.

Another reason is that I was afraid of causing harm to too many people. You might laugh reading that, at how hypocritical it sounds. But, let me explain: Why should I feel bad about killing someone if they’re too dead to care? Who would I be feeling bad for? Contrarily, it’s the grief of the living that I’d rather not be responsible for. Because of this, I knew it would take a good deal of research before finding a suitable person to kill, and I’ve never had the means to do so - again, until I started college.

And now, having just experienced it, I’d say it was pretty satisfying in the end. Something I would try again? Probably not, since my curiosity has already been satisfied. It really wouldn’t be the same a second time.

But anyway, if by any chance you’re also curious to kill someone, then you’re welcome to take notes. :)


I started a hobby of people-watching soon after I entered college. People-watching is interesting to me because it’s taking one of the infinite extras in your life and turning them into a main character - without them knowing, of course. It’s so easy to forget that every single one of the hundreds of strangers you pass every day has a life story as deep and complex as your own. One thing I noticed about people-watching, and wanting to kill someone, is that you are in more constant awareness of this. When I find a person to observe, their story slowly becomes more clear to me over time, gaps being filled - it really is amazing.

I usually went to grocery stores on weekends and looked around in people’s shopping carts. If I saw something that interested me, I decided to observe the person for a little bit. Of course, since my goal was to find someone to kill, I ruled out anyone who had children or a partner with them. Wedding rings were another tell-tale sign.

So maybe once a weekend, I would find someone who fit my criteria, at which point I would follow them home and note their address. From there, it became incredibly easy to investigate a little bit more; most people have normal work hours, meaning I could spend afternoons going through their mail or looking around in their house. I repeated this with several people (and had one close call), but for varying reasons I didn’t really feel satisfied enough with them to kill any of them.

I started getting a bit impatient and thought that I might just settle for killing the man named Devon, even though I didn’t really want to kill someone wealthy. But then, I came across someone new - someone who just, felt perfect. The feeling only strengthened as I investigated her further, and I knew that she would be the one for me to kill.

A young-looking woman I met at the grocery store, as per usual. She was doing some light shopping with a basket. Her hair was wavy and dark brown, sitting inelegantly on her slumped shoulders and surrounding her tired-looking face. Her bare fingers told me she might be single, but beyond that, my gut was almost certain of it. This woman just seemed so…plain, really. I guess I felt a greater acuity for the personal lives of strangers ever since I started my people-watching. But the way she carried herself, I just got the feeling that if she suddenly died, nobody would be around to miss her. Of course, I still wanted to investigate her a bit.

I followed my usual routine of checking out her place during her work hours. I learned immediately from her mail that her name is Linda Watson. Linda lived in a quiet apartment complex, her mailbox easily accessible right outside her door. Instead of quickly shuffling through it, I decided I could take her mail back to my dorm and return it before she was finished with work (she only lived about 15 minutes from me). I did some research and learned how to open and reseal the envelopes without damaging them, which took some technique along with a hair dryer, rubbing alcohol, and Q-tips.

This made it easy for me to learn a little more about her. Linda was a 33-year-old woman who worked for a small accounting firm - I’d rather not name the place outright. Her birthday was December 11th which, coincidentally, was approaching in a couple weeks. I also managed to find a bank statement that gave me a nice look into how she’s been spending her past month. It was at this point I realized that my assessment of Linda Watson as an extremely plain woman was pretty spot-on, because there was absolutely nothing interesting on the list. A trip to Old Navy, a bunch of Starbucks, something about $40 from Amazon - no restaurants, no movies, nothing that would really imply she was spending any time socializing. That aside, I also found a cooking magazine, so I guess she was into cooking.

Apartments are harder to break into than suburban homes, because there are fewer doors and windows. Every time I got Linda’s mail, I would check the front door and the windows in the back, but they were always locked. This was a bit frustrating because I was really interested in getting into her house. So, I came up with a sort of plan that I thought would be fun, even if it didn’t work.

Last Saturday, I visited Linda Watson’s apartment complex as I would on weekdays. The difference is that this time, I wanted her to be home. I thought it would be interesting to have a conversation with her. If I got lucky, I could take advantage of the situation to discreetly unlock a window from the inside. So, I walked up to her door wearing nothing warmer than a light sweatshirt, and knocked. The adrenaline rush was crazy. I was afraid I might screw something up.

The door opened, and in front of me stood Linda Watson, exactly as I remembered her from the grocery store. It was at that moment, making eye contact for the first time, that I realized I was running the risk of beginning to care about this person. As selfish as it is, I couldn’t kill a person I cared about, even if it’s a 33-year-old woman standing in a doorway with a slightly perplexed look on her face, giving me a reserved “Hello.”

Arms crossed from the cold, I shyly returned Linda’s greeting. I explained that I was walking my dog near the woodsy area behind the back of her apartment, and that he had gotten away. I had been looking for my dog for an hour and was wondering if Linda may have seen him roaming about. Of course, Linda sympathetically apologized for the situation and that she couldn’t be of use to me, but that she would keep an eye out. I wore a defeated expression in response, apologizing in return for troubling her.

It somehow went exactly as I had hoped - Linda invited me inside to warm up a bit with some coffee. I outwardly hesitated before accepting her offer, although on the inside I wanted to jump through the door and hug her for cooperating so well. And that’s how Linda Watson ended up with a 19-year-old girl next to her on the couch - who knows if it was just a nice gesture or if she really has no better way to spend her Saturdays than talking to some kid she just met (who happens to be interested in killing her).

Linda soon learned that my name is Maria (it’s not) and that I attend the nearby community college (I don’t). I was a little bit nervous that she would ask me too many questions because I didn’t have many answers prepared. I was able to steer the conversation toward her, and she was pretty happy to talk. I asked what she does, and she told me that she works for the accounting firm I already knew about, communicating with outside clients and keeping records. I told her I was pretty nervous about growing up. She told me to enjoy college and to make lots of friends because there’s less opportunity once you start working.

When I asked if she was married or anything, she laughed. Of course I knew she wasn’t married, but I wanted to hear more about her love life. She said that she doesn’t currently have a boyfriend (I guess she’s at least had boyfriends, but who knows how long ago). When I asked her about kids, she said she doesn’t want them until she gets a better job. On top of that, she told me that her family has a history of some genetic diseases such as arthritis and depression, which she is afraid to give to her kids.

It’s funny that she mentioned that because when I asked to use her bathroom, I noticed a tube of prescription pills on the sink. It was labelled duloxetine, which I looked up later and discovered that it is in fact an antidepressant. I had a joking thought that maybe by killing her I’d be doing her a favor, but quickly decided I was a terrible person for coming up with that.

The rest of the visit was pretty dull. We talked about food and some other mundane stuff before I eventually made an excuse to leave. I didn’t get the chance to unlock a window or anything like that, but I didn’t really feel the need to go through her apartment anymore. As early as the drive back to my dorm, I was already thinking about how I would best like to kill Linda Watson.

The choice was between effectiveness and fun. I decided to go with fun, because it would be way more satisfying to kind of dissect her as I killed her, rather than just getting it done and calling it a day. Fast-forward one week to December 13th - today, actually. Linda Watson turned 34 two days ago. I made a fun little wager with myself where if Linda was spending her birthday weekend alone, I would pay her a visit and kill her. If she was out or had company, I would stop by next week or something instead.

So this morning, I drove over to Lowe’s and bought an axe. Again, I expect you’re laughing, but that’s also kind of the point. An axe is so kind of cliche and a “movies” thing that I actually thought it would be the most fun. Swinging it at someone and everything, it’s a really entertaining image. They actually had a bunch of different axes, so I picked one that had a good weight but was still light enough for me to swing quickly.

The drive after getting the axe was when the adrenaline really picked up. All that kept going through my mind on the way over was “Wow, I’m really doing this.” Not in a bad way, just like a surprised this is real life sort of thing. I also got this strange rush of recollections of the time I spent with Linda. It was like my life was flashing before my eyes, except it was just the rather mundane hour I spent with Linda - like snippets of our conversations, the sound of her laugh, her facial expressions and stuff.

I also wondered to myself what the crazy serial killers would be feeling at a time like this - schizophrenic delusions? Sexual buildup? I have no idea, but what I felt was kind of like ridiculously alert and numb in the senses at the same time, however that’s possible.

Before getting out of the car, I had the sense to stuff the axe into my backpack to look a little less ridiculous walking across the parking lot. The handle was sticking out, but that didn’t really matter. At that point my heart was pounding so hard I could feel my throat throbbing. I tried controlling my breath, but it’s really hard to not breathe fast when your heart is pounding like that.

I reached Linda Watson’s door and quietly put my ear to it after setting down my backpack. I heard a voice that wasn’t hers - company? No, it was just the TV, mixed with her occasional tapping footsteps behind the door. I actually kept my ear there for a really freaking long time, because I wanted to make absolutely sure nobody was over. Probably 10 minutes of that and a lot of reassuring myself convinced me.

I quietly opened my backpack zipper and held the axe in my hands. My fiercely shaking hands. What the hell was this kind of reaction that my body was making? I told my body to shut up, that it’s no big deal, but of course it wouldn’t listen. It was actually bizarre how much my hands were shaking. It must be the adrenaline buildup. I rolled my eyes at myself and got my hand to rest on the doorknob. If it’s locked, I’ll knock, it’ll be basically the same. I took a deep breath and forced my muscles into action.

I swiftly turned the doorknob. Not locked. In one movement, I opened up the door and slipped inside. Linda Watson, just a few steps away into the kitchen. I see - she was in the middle of cooking. She immediately jumped and turned around, startled. I expected that. Quickly, I let go of the doorknob and adjusted the axe into both hands. In the following split second, I realized that she would probably start to make a lot of noise. Looking back, I’m an idiot for not considering that. Just as Linda’s mouth opened to speak - maybe even started speaking - I forcefully swung my axe into the side of her head.

But, my axe was facing backwards. I hit her with the blunt end of the blade. I actually did this on purpose, because in that split second I somehow decided that it would be the way to keep her noise to a minimum. It actually worked. I felt barely any resistance in the swing as I collided with her head, knocking it clean aside. Linda’s half-formed syllable came out as a kind of weird grunt - a noisy exhalation is probably the best I could describe it. That happened at the same time as her head smacked into the cabinet from the force, and she fell backwards without any ability to keep her balance. I didn’t hesitate at all to keep swinging at her while she was half lying down on the ground, this time my axe facing the right way. I didn’t really know where to swing, so I kind of just started hacking at her collarbone area and chest. It didn’t feel like the axe was going too deep, but there was a nice “thunk” sort of sound every time the axe embedded into her. I even felt the soft sinking sensation ripple into my hands, like the axe was a kind of physical extension of my sense of touch.

On a whim, I swung once at her throat, but most of the swing actually missed and I hit the floor by accident, causing a loud, dull whack to resonate through the apartment. I didn’t have time to think about it. I swung again with better aim and got a more centered hit, feeling the bone or cartilage or whatever is in there, so I must have split it open. Right after that, I decided to swing at her face, and I got this diagonal cut along her nose and mouth, which felt pretty good so I did it once more.

I finally briefly stopped to survey the damage. Linda was bleeding ridiculously. The blood was kind of coming out in waves, in sync with her beating heart, probably. It was pooling all around her and riding along the cracks between the tiles. Her light blue shirt was all torn up and stained dark, kind of mixed with a fleshy mess around her chest. It was all just glistening red. Her face wasn’t much better, covered in dripping red at this point, and her lip was kind of hanging off, revealing red-stained teeth in a really weird way, like a zombie or something.

Linda wasn’t dead, though. Her limbs were kind of weakly, aimlessly trying to move while she was stuck on her back. More than anything, she reminded me of a bug that you crush but it still pitifully moves its legs around before it dies completely. That’s basically what she was doing. But I didn’t know how long it would take for her to die, or what kind of condition she was in. I ended up grabbing a big knife that was on the counter that she was using to cut up meat. Trying to step around the blood, I reached down and carved into the upper half of her neck, trying to sort of saw it from the left side to the right. It was a little awkward because the area was so soft and squished around the knife as I was cutting. But the sensation was completely different from the axe. It actually felt like I was cutting a tough piece of raw meat (which I guess technically, I was).

The blood started pouring out, and I hoped that I severed the most major arteries in there. It must have worked, because after a moment Linda’s limb movements kind of just had the strength drained from them, soon resting still on the floor. I took a few seconds to catch my breath. No time to stick around and think about the experience. I shook the knife blade through a dirty pan in the sink to clean off the blood, then threw the knife into my backpack. I did the same with the axe. I also took her laptop that was sitting on the counter. It had some recipe open for veal and mushrooms. I didn’t really take the laptop to use it, since I have a perfectly good one myself that I got for college. I just wanted to look through it for fun.

I finally went outside and closed the door behind me. I got some blood on my sweater and jeans. But funnily enough, I actually anticipated that so I wore dark colors.

The drive back to my dorm was just a constant replaying of the experience in my head. I guess that’s still kind of happening even now, actually. But it felt pretty nice. Linda Watson is dead. I kind of let the weight of that sink in. The sensation of having completely removed a human life from existence. It’s crazy. I don’t know how else to describe it.

Anyway, I threw the axe and knife into a dumpster on campus, which I think is picked up every Monday, so they’ll be gone by then. My roommate goes home on the weekends, so I have the dorm to myself today. It gave me the chance to go through Linda’s website history. I was right in thinking that’s where her deepest secrets would lie.

There was actually a lot of dirty stuff, like the names of websites for porn videos and stories and things like that. Same with her searches. A lot of the websites were boring, like cooking websites and recipes, and game websites like Bejeweled and stuff. I eventually got to the “one week ago” section of her history, and it gave me a chill.

There were a whole bunch of searches like “methods of suicide”, “how to tie a noose”, “dangerous household chemicals”, “carbon monoxide poisoning” - like a lot of them. She was probably ready to write a book on suicide after all the research she did. So I guess Linda was contemplating suicide. I wonder if it was influenced by her depression.

The irony is actually striking. Maybe Linda was going to die anyway. Or maybe she couldn’t find the courage to do it. If that were the case, I almost literally gave her a birthday present by killing her. That’s actually really comical in a messed-up way, and it leaves a weird taste in my mouth. The part I don’t get is that I didn’t see any of those searches up until the “one week ago” section, nothing more recent than that.

I ended up throwing the laptop in the dumpster with the other stuff. It’s been a few hours since then, so I’ve had some time to calmly think about everything. Like I said, it was pretty satisfying and I’m glad I finally got around to it. I feel like I can finally cross it off my bucket list, or like I’m tying loose ends with myself. This is probably the first and last time I’ll write the name Linda Watson - it’s back to living a normal college life, except I might do some people-watching every now and then because it’s definitely fun and interesting.

But I’ll always wonder how many people there are like me. I’m sure there has to be a lot, because there is just nothing strange about it to me, being curious about killing someone. Sadly, it’s something that people can’t exactly just talk about, so I guess I’ll never know. I’m sure that anyone would just lie about it even if you asked them. But you can’t help but wonder if that person in the grocery store, who stares at you as you pass by, might be considering what it would be like to kill you. If I could, I would tell them all about it, so they could decide for themselves. But who knows, maybe I got lucky, and that person is you. I actually really, really hope so.

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2023.03.31 16:54 Solis_u [Product request] Sunscreens with zinc

I've just purchased lrp anthelios oil correct sunscreen and i want to kick it into oblivion. Hands down worst sunscreen I've ever tried pls don't waste your money on it. Anyways, one of the reasons i bought it originally was bc of the many benefits it promised like an overall perfection to the look of your skin; it has niacinamide, salicylic acid and zinc. So, does anyone know about a sunscreen with any of those ingredients (specially zinc) that doesn't suck ass? If so, would love to hear about it!
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2023.03.31 16:54 DuhChappers My Unofficial Bingo Reviews!

So let's get this out of the way at the top. For someone who read all these books, I sure did not do a good job reading the rules for Bingo, because I totally missed the rule about all the books coming from different authors. So this is only an unofficial bingo win, I’ll have to wait for next year to make it official. But I still had a great time hunting down new books and stepping out of my comfort zone on this project, and I’m committed to doing my unofficial Hero mode as well! I’m going to list the books I read in order of reading them, and I hope you enjoy.
Dune: Messiah, By Frank Herbert - Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey (HM)
This book was weird. I was warned, and I am aware that other Dune sequels get even more weird, but I still found this to be pushing my limits. Herbert has an imagination like few others. It was cool, and overall I had a positive experience with it, but it was work to try and understand it all. I will have to see how much further I get in the series while still having any fun at all. 6/10
A Memory Called Empire, by Arkady Martine - LGBTQA List Book
This book jumped to the front of my reading queue off of the title alone. Potentially my favorite book title of all time. The book itself is also very good, it’s got excellent worldbuilding and characters and an engaging plot. I love the names in the empire, and its culture in general. Only barely misses being what I would call a masterpiece because of pacing near the beginning and one interesting theme feeling underdeveloped. 9/10
A Desolation Called Peace, by Arkady Martine - Set In Space (HM)
This book was very similar in quality to the first one. It had slightly less of the cool worldbuilding from the first book, but it had just as much of the great characters. It was slightly less focused due to multiple POV’s, and one in particular dragged a bit for me. I do have to say, though, some of the best aliens I’ve ever read. 9/10
Bloody Rose, by Nicholas Eames - Family Matters (HM)
I read Kings of the Wyld just before bingo started and liked it a whole lot. I liked this too, but a little less. It was funny and pretty engaging throughout, with a couple really awesome moments. My biggest gripe with both books is with one aspect of the worldbuilding: The way the monsters. Despite some nods at the unfairness, no character seems to really care about changing anything and t gets under my skin. I do not think it works well or sends the message the book thinks it is sending. 7/10
The Traitor Baru Cormorant, by Seth Dickenson - Anti-Hero
Wow. This book blew my mind and blew right into my top 5 favorite books ever. I loved the world, I loved the prose, I loved every character, especially Baru and Tain Hu. The pacing and passage of time was handled basically flawlessly. I just loved it and looking back at it I love how it set up the rest of the series. 10/10
The Monster Baru Cormorant, by Seth Dickenson - Mental Health (HM)
Living up to a 10/10 as a sequel is tough, and I do think this book suffers a little from high expectations. But it still rocks! I love the new PoV character in this book, and I love the exploration of new cultures. The plot kinda slows in this one to make room for a lot of character work, which is good for the most part but does hurt the pacing. Also, very grim-dark. Tough to read at points, but mostly in a good way if that makes sense. 9/10
Small Gods, by Terry Pratchett - Shapeshifters (HM)
After the last book, I needed a couple lighter reads to get me in a better mood, and nothing is better for that than Discworld. This book was charming, interesting and funny throughout. It wasn’t my favorite Discworld book, but I’ve not read one yet that I didn’t enjoy. 8/10
The Golden Compass, by Phillip Pullman - Historical SFF
A friend gave me this as a random gift since I had never read it when I was younger. It was quite interesting, with a narrative structure and pacing that struck me as unconventional while still being engaging. I did think it took a little too long to the frozen north, and the journey was not always the most interesting. I do think I would have liked it more as a child but I’m still glad I had a chance to read it now. 7/10
Legends and Lattes, by Travis Baltree - Book Club
I still wanted to stay in the cozy zone for a little bit, and this book hit the spot right on. It had everything I wanted from it. Good characters, engaging growth and just the right amount of conflict. The concept alone is great and it lives up to that well. More than anything else, this book has great vibes and put a smile on my face consistently. 9/10
The Tyrant Baru Cormorant, by Seth Dickenson - Name in the Title (HM)
Finally returning to this series, and it still delivers. At this point in the series I knew what I wanted from the book and it delivered in a great way. It also managed to surprise me with a few twists that I thought were really interesting and left me super excited for the last book in the series. 9.5/10
Legion, by Brandon Sanderson - Urban Fantasy
This single volume collected three novellas Brandon wrote, and since I got them in one book I’m counting them as one book. I am a pretty big Sanderson fan so I was excited to check out something of his that I had never read before. I liked it a lot! I mostly liked the unique perspective of the main character with his different personalities and the slow build of the main mysteries throughout the different stories. I did not love the ending as much as I wanted but the journey was still well worth it. 8/10
Black Leopard, Red Wolf, by Marlon James - Set in Africa
This book was a pretty mixed bag in my opinion. I really liked the opening and the character dynamics that it set up. The setting was different for me and interesting as well, and I liked the way magic was used throughout. But, the pacing through the middle of the book almost killed me. I really struggled to get through some parts, and it also felt at multiple points like I had missed a page and was confused as to a new character or place that seemed to just appear. That said, once I got through the middle, the end was good once more so I left it on a positive note. 6/10
This Is How You Lose the Time War, Max Gladstone and Amal el-Mohtar - Two or more Authors
A friend loaned this to me with a glowing recommendation and I have to say - it deserved it. This is one of the most creative and powerful stories that I have read throughout this whole year. The way the story is framed - great. The character work through the glimpses we get into these people’s lives - brilliant. Worldbuilding and tech - consistently cool and interesting. Overall I’d pass it on to all of you with a glowing recommendation of my own. - 9.5/10
Promise of Blood, by Brian McCellan - Revolutions and Rebellions (HM)
This book did not really work for me. It did not lack merit - the magic was cool, and the world had a lot going for it. But the plot felt like it did not have a great sense of momentum, the prose was lacking, and the characters were inconsistent. Worst of all, I felt like a lot of the most interesting elements of the premise were not explored really at all. Overall, while I can see what made this book hit well for others, I can’t say that I would agree. 5/10
Red Seas under Red Skies, by Scott Lynch - No Ifs, Ands, or Buts (HM)
I read The Lies of Locke Lamora years ago and loved it, but bounced off the sequel at that time. Now I was more determined to get through it, and I was able to see a lot more to like. My biggest complaint would be that the book is too long, and Lynch has a tendency towards overdescription that hurts the pacing. Still, Locke and Jean are always entertaining, and their scheme is pretty great once it finally gets moving. I’m glad I got through it and I am still looking forward to the next in the series. 6.5/10
The City We Became, by N.K. Jemisin - BIPOC Author
I love the Broken Earth trilogy, and I was extremely interested to see what Jemisin would come up with in our world. The setup was interesting, the characters cool and strong in many different ways. I really liked the buildup and pacing throughout as well, though the resolution was over surprisingly fast. It’s easy to see this is just book 1. One big complaint: while I agree with almost all of the book’s politics, I thought the way it deployed them was quite jarring and tactless in some places. Not a masterpiece, but still very good. 7.5/10
Tress of the Emerald Sea, by Brandon Sanderson - Weird Ecology (HM)
I had this book pegged for this slot in Bingo since I read the preview chapter many months ago, and I definitely enjoyed my journey with it. I did have some issues; I think Hoid’s voice can get a little annoying over a whole book, and the resolution did not live up to the journey. All that said, for a light hearted romp in a unique world with cool characters, I think this certainly did its job. 7.5/10
Bands of Mourning, by Brandon Sanderson - Cool Weapon (HM)
This is my one reread I was allowed. I read it again to prepare for The Lost Metal, and I still love this book. I think this is the best of the second Mistborn series. I particularly love Steris in this one, she really grows to be probably my favorite character in the series. Side note: I was originally going to include this for the Cool Weapon category for Vindication, but then I realized the book was named after a cooler and much more magical weapon. 8.5/10
The Lost Metal, by Brandon Sanderson - Published in 2022
I think to appreciate this book, you have to be a big cosmere fan, and I’m not sure how well it works to just have all the cosmere stuff be so open after being in the background for as long as it was. But, I am a big cosmere fan, so it didn’t bother me much! This book is a fitting conclusion for the series and generally quite fun, even though it felt a little too action heavy and the pacing was not perfect. Also low in Steris which is a big flaw. 7.5/10
The Killing Moon, by N.K. Jemisin - Author uses Initials
It took me a little bit to be fully sucked into this world, but once I was in I felt a strong bond with the characters and their conflicts. I do think the story was a little predictable, but the execution was strong enough that it did not affect my enjoyment much. 8/10
Republic of Theives, by Scott Lynch - Award Finalist
This book is somewhat a return to form for the Gentlemen Bastards after I thought the last book was a little slow. It’s witty, it’s fun, and it felt so good to get answers to some of the mysteries established in the very first book. Honestly, I’m glad I waited so long to read this because now I might still remember it by the time the last book finally releases. 9/10
The Original, by Brandon Sanderson and Mary Robinette Kowal - Standalone (HM)
This was around the point I realized I had not very much time left for this challenge and wanted to focus on shorter stories to make sure I could finish. This one is an audiobook collaboration and I think its biggest flaw is length. It feels like this premise could have been fleshed out far more
The Sandman: Book of Dreams, by Various Authors - Short Stories
I found this randomly in a used bookstore about a month after watching the show and had to check it out. It had a bunch of stories in great variety, but the vast majority were interesting, creepy and unique. I didn’t quite get through all 20 stories in the collection but I hope to do so eventually, they are worth the time. 8/10
Priest, by Matthew Collvile - Self-published
Matt is one of my favorite youtubers, and I always wanted to check out his self published novels. They are set in what is more or less a D&D setting, and are meant to be callbacks to the hardboiled detective genre. This one was very interesting, despite some length it kept me turning pages. In the end I was a little dissatisfied with the resolution to the mystery, but I still thoroughly enjoyed the ride. 8/10
The Builders, by Daniel Polansky - Non-human Protagonist (HM)
I liked the pitch to this book - Redwall but everyone drinks and shoots guns. However, it left me underwhelmed by the end. I was not very engaged in the plot, and while some characters I really liked some gave me no emotion at all. Part of that was the short length of the book, it felt like it really could have benefitted from more fleshing out. 5/10
Overall I greatly enjoyed doing this! I’m glad this challenge exists and next year I’ll be back with a real completion of a card. I got 12/25 Hard Mode and I definitely think those are rookie numbers, I can pump those numbers up. A hearty thanks to everyone here who bothers to read this as well as those who put their time into organizing Bingo, it was a great companion for my reading this year.
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