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WELCOME TO THE CULT OF GIZZ. For King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizardās BERKELEY, CA 3-hour marathon set (10/2/2022) I am putting the task upon a core 9 of us to become Altered Beasts to really set this show off. We will adorn some ritualistic cloth and (potential) sacrifices to Open the Door. If thatās not you, I would still love this to facilitate a meet-up with fellow Gizz-heads! *Lets just meet up and see what does down! :)*
2023.05.28 07:41 Admirable-Scarcity-8 I hate cop-out endings. {Spoiler Warning for TOTK, XBC2.}
I just finished TOTK and thoroughly enjoyed the game solid 10/10 definitely.
However.., I have one big problem with the story but before I go into that I'm just going to give a quick {SPOLER WARNING!!}
Now that that's out of the way, At the ending of TOTK Zelda eats a "Secret Stone." and becomes a Dragon, Now throughout the game it is pretty much all but confirmed that by eating one of these and becoming a Dragon you lose your humanity and are stuck as this unthinking monster permanently. It's a solid scene watching as Zelda this young leader we've come to watch grow as a character over the course of these 2 games and eventually see her become a noble leader who makes the ultimate sacrifice for the greater good of her people and the land.
It's inspiring and honestly one of the most beautiful and tragic sacrifices I've seen in a videogame it kept me invested as I prepared to say goodbye to this outstanding character. But then they undermined it, Through magical bullshit reasoning Rauru and Sonia channel their magic through Link's "Zonai" arm and give him the power to magically change Zelda back to normal.
Look if you want to have a twist happy ending that's fine, But don't fucking have it so that it's literally stated that it's irreversible and then pull a solution out of your ass to magically solve all your problems after you wrote yourself into a corner. It's doing nothing but undermine the integrity of your story, world, characters, lore and the players trust in future titles.
Xenoblade Chronicles 2 had this exact same problem with Pyra/Mythra making the ultimate sacrifice and then magically showing up at the end perfectly alright, And you want to know the result? It damaged my trust with the series going forward, Throughout Xenoblade Chronicles 3 I did not get attached to the characters or even grow to care about the slightest, You can blame any number of reasons but I like to think it was my experience with XBC2 that left me with this apathy.
And that's for a very good reason, If they are willing to bullshit one character out of danger who's to say they aren't willing to do it for this one. And that ultimately damages any attempt you make at a serious death going forward, You want to kill off a major character for real this time? Well doesn't matter I've already not gotten invested in the characters because of my previous experiences so therefore I no longer care if the cast lives or dies and by proxy the stakes don't matter. And when the stakes don't matter the story falls flat. I'm significantly less interested in whatever story your trying to tell and that damages my experience with the piece of media as a whole.
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However.., I have one big problem with the story but before I go into that I'm just going to give a quick {SPOLER WARNING!!}
Now that that's out of the way, At the ending of TOTK Zelda eats a "Secret Stone." and becomes a Dragon, Now throughout the game it is pretty much all but confirmed that by eating one of these and becoming a Dragon you lose your humanity and are stuck as this unthinking monster permanently. It's a solid scene watching as Zelda this young leader we've come to watch grow as a character over the course of these 2 games and eventually see her become a noble leader who makes the ultimate sacrifice for the greater good of her people and the land.
It's inspiring and honestly one of the most beautiful and tragic sacrifices I've seen in a videogame it kept me invested as I prepared to say goodbye to this outstanding character. But then they undermined it, Through magical bullshit reasoning Rauru and Sonia channel their magic through Link's "Zonai" arm and give him the power to magically change Zelda back to normal.
Look if you want to have a twist happy ending that's fine, But don't fucking have it so that it's literally stated that it's irreversible and then pull a solution out of your ass to magically solve all your problems after you wrote yourself into a corner. It's doing nothing but undermine the integrity of your story, world, characters, lore and the players trust in future titles.
Xenoblade Chronicles 2 had this exact same problem with Pyra/Mythra making the ultimate sacrifice and then magically showing up at the end perfectly alright, And you want to know the result? It damaged my trust with the series going forward, Throughout Xenoblade Chronicles 3 I did not get attached to the characters or even grow to care about the slightest, You can blame any number of reasons but I like to think it was my experience with XBC2 that left me with this apathy.
And that's for a very good reason, If they are willing to bullshit one character out of danger who's to say they aren't willing to do it for this one. And that ultimately damages any attempt you make at a serious death going forward, You want to kill off a major character for real this time? Well doesn't matter I've already not gotten invested in the characters because of my previous experiences so therefore I no longer care if the cast lives or dies and by proxy the stakes don't matter. And when the stakes don't matter the story falls flat. I'm significantly less interested in whatever story your trying to tell and that damages my experience with the piece of media as a whole.
2023.05.28 07:41 SMG-Meggy-Official My Take On SMG4 Lately!!!
Alright so before I begin this post. I am well aware many of this sub dislikes or hates me since yes, I was a controversial youtuber before, however, I've ever since been trying to slowly change that and all I ask while you read this is to at least hear me out.
Now to the rant at hand. I will also state immediately that this isn't a hate post but more of a concern I have in general about the series.
Alright so you all heard lately how Colin recently quit SMG4 as one of the writers and everyone was overjoyed and or instantly blamed glitch entirely. I want to state either one is not really valid because the guy can indeed write after I saw the highlights he did. He isn't perfect by any means but he's a lot better than I've expected.
As for the part on blaming glitch heads for refusing his ideas, I can't say they are entirely in the wrong. I myself am also a writer part time for other channels and I do scripts for fun. No revenue, literally for fun since I have a bigger passion for writing than for animating to be completely honest since early 2023.
I state this because a lot of youtubers I work with don't use 100% of what I write and hell, some don't even credit me. Although to be fair, I understand since once again I know I was a controversial youtuber back in 2021 and half of 2022 before the original channel was deleted. Just because ideas aren't 100% used doesn't mean glitch is evil for it. They have the right to refuse an idea. That being said though, I will agree some of the decisions not to add said ideas seemed a bit odd.
I would also like to note Medi and Cloud are the goat of Animators and Editors and may sneak in some things that works magically sometimes lol. Actually Cloud is a friend of mine and he's such a chill guy to chat with.
Now here is where the actual rant begins. I am very concerned on where Glitch is taking SMG4 and no, not with the redesign or the Castle going deletus. My concern lies with the characters in general.
Why is it that now Meggy for example on SMG4 is inconsistent on being nice or being mean? I do have a theory that they may be trying to portray Meggy as a Bipolar or borderline personality disorder but still, even then, I feel they don't know which direction to take with her but they use her in many videos as she is SMG4's cash cow and for good reason. I am concerned that it could lead to them killing her off or making her a complete ass which I don't want either to happen. It's quite sad actually that she is meaner with Mario more and more but yet, despite Mario's flaws and his...Manchild behavior, he has saved her ass many times and helped her more than most others ever would. No, I am not suggesting what y'all probably assume....I just freaking miss them being friends in general and actually be a good duo together as friends.
Mario is a whole other issue. My god, the guy has went from a dumb Italian to a full on man child which I also partially blame on how everyone on SMG4 Treats him. The poor guy is abused all the time and Meggy even once said while still somewhat sane that she couldn't imagine living like him every single day and she understands why he acts as he does. Yes, it is funny to see Mario be abused or get his just desserts but....They go waaaaaayyy overboard with it and then make him more and more like a child which gets old super quickly. Today's episode I feel we saw a bit more of Old SMG4 Mario but, that ending today sorta made him go back to a man child.
What the heck happened to SMG3? I mean I don't mind him being what he is for the most part and growing as a person but I also feel he is becoming a Stewie Griffin RIP Off nowadays. Over used Jokes and how SMG3 seems to sometimes struggle on being good and bad. It's like make up your mind what SMG3 is and hell, maybe have a SMG3 VS SMG4 episode again. This one though is not my biggest issue so that, i'll just say it's a agree to disagree situation.
SMG4 himself, I am literally confused what his actual role or stance is these days on the show. One minute he's sane, another he's insane and then another he's borderline evil? I kinda feel like SMG4 is on the same "Bipolar" Episode as Meggy in a way and that also concerns me. All else I need to add is, no hate for him, just confused on his stance.
Why is everyone else like Bowser,, Chris, Swag, Peach, Saiko, Tari, Boopkins and Bob in a lot less episodes? Last time I've checked, aside Boopkins and Peach, everyone else is loved by the community for the most part. Make them appear more.
Luigi is the one character I feel is on a similar track than years ago and I honestly have no complaints with how Luigi is portrayed lol.
Alright so why does all of this concerns me? I kinda feel like in a way, the series is heading towards a SML route and or a stale and weird route. I am not sure if they are trying to end the series or if they are trying to go fresh but going about it the wrong way or if it's just bad writing. I am just concerned on the actual direction the show is going. On my community, on SMG4's and others, I often see this as complaints. "I don't watch SMG4 anymore" "The episodes suck since Lawsuit Arc" "Meggy is overused and shouldn't be used anymore" "Mario's a Manchild" "The writers don't know what they're doing".
I just feel like the community is dividing even further and it's honestly super sad. I've wanted to write for SMG4 since 2022 actually but now seeing what happened to Colin and how sometimes questionable decisions are made that I myself don't understand why it was denied. I don't know. Makes me worried if I somehow wrote for glitch plus being controversial, bigger hate would arise for Glitch and I which sucks.
I honestly feel SMG4 just needs to go back to his routes a little bit, look into himself to see what the fans actually want but also see what he want's. Blend it together somehow instead of going extreme on one end or the other and just actually make decisions that can benefit more people instead of denying only because one or two people are uncertain or scared of taking risks. Risks are always something to consider but also know when to do it and when not to do it you know.
Also, I want to point out that I know FM may read this and in case he is, just want to point out that I know you already try to please both sides when you're involved with the writing and as for Medi and Cloud, keep sneaking in juicy scenes lol. I personally love it when either of them do a scene.
James, Kevin and Luke, by all means this is not a hate post and whoever reads this, I don't want everyone to attack one another or glitch or anyone working for glitch or the fans and non fans.
This is simply a rant of my concerns and if anyone from glitch would like to address them to me privately or in the post, feel free and I would be more than happy to listen.
I will also warn that if this post does lead to direct drama to me or to glitch, I may take down this post. I just want to see in general if my concerns are founded or unfounded and to possibly help glitch get back fully on the map and making spicy quality content.
Anyways, that's all I gotta say so take care everyone.
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Now to the rant at hand. I will also state immediately that this isn't a hate post but more of a concern I have in general about the series.
Alright so you all heard lately how Colin recently quit SMG4 as one of the writers and everyone was overjoyed and or instantly blamed glitch entirely. I want to state either one is not really valid because the guy can indeed write after I saw the highlights he did. He isn't perfect by any means but he's a lot better than I've expected.
As for the part on blaming glitch heads for refusing his ideas, I can't say they are entirely in the wrong. I myself am also a writer part time for other channels and I do scripts for fun. No revenue, literally for fun since I have a bigger passion for writing than for animating to be completely honest since early 2023.
I state this because a lot of youtubers I work with don't use 100% of what I write and hell, some don't even credit me. Although to be fair, I understand since once again I know I was a controversial youtuber back in 2021 and half of 2022 before the original channel was deleted. Just because ideas aren't 100% used doesn't mean glitch is evil for it. They have the right to refuse an idea. That being said though, I will agree some of the decisions not to add said ideas seemed a bit odd.
I would also like to note Medi and Cloud are the goat of Animators and Editors and may sneak in some things that works magically sometimes lol. Actually Cloud is a friend of mine and he's such a chill guy to chat with.
Now here is where the actual rant begins. I am very concerned on where Glitch is taking SMG4 and no, not with the redesign or the Castle going deletus. My concern lies with the characters in general.
Why is it that now Meggy for example on SMG4 is inconsistent on being nice or being mean? I do have a theory that they may be trying to portray Meggy as a Bipolar or borderline personality disorder but still, even then, I feel they don't know which direction to take with her but they use her in many videos as she is SMG4's cash cow and for good reason. I am concerned that it could lead to them killing her off or making her a complete ass which I don't want either to happen. It's quite sad actually that she is meaner with Mario more and more but yet, despite Mario's flaws and his...Manchild behavior, he has saved her ass many times and helped her more than most others ever would. No, I am not suggesting what y'all probably assume....I just freaking miss them being friends in general and actually be a good duo together as friends.
Mario is a whole other issue. My god, the guy has went from a dumb Italian to a full on man child which I also partially blame on how everyone on SMG4 Treats him. The poor guy is abused all the time and Meggy even once said while still somewhat sane that she couldn't imagine living like him every single day and she understands why he acts as he does. Yes, it is funny to see Mario be abused or get his just desserts but....They go waaaaaayyy overboard with it and then make him more and more like a child which gets old super quickly. Today's episode I feel we saw a bit more of Old SMG4 Mario but, that ending today sorta made him go back to a man child.
What the heck happened to SMG3? I mean I don't mind him being what he is for the most part and growing as a person but I also feel he is becoming a Stewie Griffin RIP Off nowadays. Over used Jokes and how SMG3 seems to sometimes struggle on being good and bad. It's like make up your mind what SMG3 is and hell, maybe have a SMG3 VS SMG4 episode again. This one though is not my biggest issue so that, i'll just say it's a agree to disagree situation.
SMG4 himself, I am literally confused what his actual role or stance is these days on the show. One minute he's sane, another he's insane and then another he's borderline evil? I kinda feel like SMG4 is on the same "Bipolar" Episode as Meggy in a way and that also concerns me. All else I need to add is, no hate for him, just confused on his stance.
Why is everyone else like Bowser,, Chris, Swag, Peach, Saiko, Tari, Boopkins and Bob in a lot less episodes? Last time I've checked, aside Boopkins and Peach, everyone else is loved by the community for the most part. Make them appear more.
Luigi is the one character I feel is on a similar track than years ago and I honestly have no complaints with how Luigi is portrayed lol.
Alright so why does all of this concerns me? I kinda feel like in a way, the series is heading towards a SML route and or a stale and weird route. I am not sure if they are trying to end the series or if they are trying to go fresh but going about it the wrong way or if it's just bad writing. I am just concerned on the actual direction the show is going. On my community, on SMG4's and others, I often see this as complaints. "I don't watch SMG4 anymore" "The episodes suck since Lawsuit Arc" "Meggy is overused and shouldn't be used anymore" "Mario's a Manchild" "The writers don't know what they're doing".
I just feel like the community is dividing even further and it's honestly super sad. I've wanted to write for SMG4 since 2022 actually but now seeing what happened to Colin and how sometimes questionable decisions are made that I myself don't understand why it was denied. I don't know. Makes me worried if I somehow wrote for glitch plus being controversial, bigger hate would arise for Glitch and I which sucks.
I honestly feel SMG4 just needs to go back to his routes a little bit, look into himself to see what the fans actually want but also see what he want's. Blend it together somehow instead of going extreme on one end or the other and just actually make decisions that can benefit more people instead of denying only because one or two people are uncertain or scared of taking risks. Risks are always something to consider but also know when to do it and when not to do it you know.
Also, I want to point out that I know FM may read this and in case he is, just want to point out that I know you already try to please both sides when you're involved with the writing and as for Medi and Cloud, keep sneaking in juicy scenes lol. I personally love it when either of them do a scene.
James, Kevin and Luke, by all means this is not a hate post and whoever reads this, I don't want everyone to attack one another or glitch or anyone working for glitch or the fans and non fans.
This is simply a rant of my concerns and if anyone from glitch would like to address them to me privately or in the post, feel free and I would be more than happy to listen.
I will also warn that if this post does lead to direct drama to me or to glitch, I may take down this post. I just want to see in general if my concerns are founded or unfounded and to possibly help glitch get back fully on the map and making spicy quality content.
Anyways, that's all I gotta say so take care everyone.
2023.05.28 07:40 Sp4c3m4n-39 Timeline for TS after complicated Secret
So my Secret took me a solid year and nine months to get sorted. Turns out the investigation was stalled shortly after I shipped off to BMT and no one knew what was going on the entire time I was at tech school for 8 months. Once at my base they restarted the investigation and a few months later I find out due to some posts my dumb self made on Facebook back in 2017-2018 they wanted clarification as to what the resulting consequences were of the "incident." I submitted two separate MFRs to DoD CaF and finally in late 2021 my clearance was approved. Now my career field is being merged with several others and I need a TS. My application was submitted in November if I'm recalling correctly and I had a few meetings with my assigned investigator between February and last month. Nothing crazy though and I've been keeping my nose clean as far as my postings online so that shouldn't be a further issue going forward. I'm pretty sure everything they could have found has been found by now. So guys how do you think my timeliness for getting this wrapped up will look like? I'm assuming more complicated than someone else with a few less red flags but it shouldn't be as bad as my secret (fingers crossed)
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2023.05.28 07:40 Minimum_Bad9069 BD not taken seriously as a male.
I'm fairly certain I have pretty severe BD, I'm a 29 male and absolutely despise looking at myself in the mirror, it's goes as far as feeling super guilty when I eat food, not bad food just food in general.
I've been working out so hard recently and all I've got to show for it is injuries, I'm not particularly strong or particularly fit even afters years of on and off working out. Are some of us just built to be glaring below average in attractiveness no matter how hard we try, it seems so unfair. I weigh 190lbs at 6 foot so I'm aware that I'm not particularly fat and I have muscle but in my heads it's a simple and no six pack = disgustingly overweight.
I probably pinch my stomach several times a day and just feel utter disgust. People always say "you're not fat" "you look good" but let's face it that's just being polite. Nobodies going to tell me how disgusting I really look.
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I've been working out so hard recently and all I've got to show for it is injuries, I'm not particularly strong or particularly fit even afters years of on and off working out. Are some of us just built to be glaring below average in attractiveness no matter how hard we try, it seems so unfair. I weigh 190lbs at 6 foot so I'm aware that I'm not particularly fat and I have muscle but in my heads it's a simple and no six pack = disgustingly overweight.
I probably pinch my stomach several times a day and just feel utter disgust. People always say "you're not fat" "you look good" but let's face it that's just being polite. Nobodies going to tell me how disgusting I really look.
2023.05.28 07:40 Elle2290 How do I reattach this lid to this garbage can?
 | I just got this garbage can lid and it fell apart. There is one spring that is on the peg solid and another that fell off but I still have. I donāt see any obvious holes that these hooks go into and when I only put the pegs in the button doesnāt open the lid. submitted by Elle2290 to fixit [link] [comments] |
2023.05.28 07:40 Basic-Focus2164 Double Dog Type Beat
 | (Verse 1) submitted by Basic-Focus2164 to starcitizen [link] [comments] Yo, it's time to get raw, let's hit the floor Talkin' 'bout a snack that you can't ignore Double hotdogs, yeah, they're my obsession Stacked up high, it's a taste progression I grab the bun, split it down the middle Load it up with dogs, man, that's the riddle One ain't enough, I need twice the heat I'm devouring these dogs like a hungry beast (Chorus) Double hotdogs, sizzling in the pan Gotta satisfy my hunger, you don't understand Two times the flavor, two times the thrill When it comes to snacking, I can't sit still Double hotdogs, they're the talk of the town Eating 'em up, I'm never gonna slow down With every bite, I'm feeling so alive Double hotdogs, they're my drive (Verse 2) I'm flipping the dogs, got the heat on high Got my spatula ready, no time to be shy Slap 'em on the grill, watch 'em sizzle and pop Double hotdogs, they'll make your jaw drop I'm a lyrical genius, cooking up a storm Double hotdogs, they're my art form Toppings piled high, I don't hold back Mustard, ketchup, relish, give me all of that (Chorus) Double hotdogs, sizzling in the pan Gotta satisfy my hunger, you don't understand Two times the flavor, two times the thrill When it comes to snacking, I can't sit still Double hotdogs, they're the talk of the town Eating 'em up, I'm never gonna slow down With every bite, I'm feeling so alive Double hotdogs, they're my drive (Verse 3) I've got the skills, I'm the hotdog master Double the dogs, no one can go faster They call me the hotdog rapper, I'm spitting fire Double hotdogs, they take me higher From the East Coast to the West, they know my name Double hotdogs, they're my claim to fame I'll eat 'em at the park or on a city street Double hotdogs, they can't be beat (Chorus) Double hotdogs, sizzling in the pan Gotta satisfy my hunger, you don't understand Two times the flavor, two times the thrill When it comes to snacking, I can't sit still Double hotdogs, they're the talk of the town Eating 'em up, I'm never gonna slow down With every bite, I'm feeling so alive Double hotdogs, they're my drive (Outro) Double hotdogs, that's my anthem, my song Can't go wrong, they keep me strong So next time you're hungry, don't hesitate Grab some double hotdogs, let's celebrate https://preview.redd.it/c9l8gt9qwj2b1.png?width=423&format=png&auto=webp&s=ea2aea1852d64d0bb4c7d0b62c2712f5c11b0099 |
2023.05.28 07:40 No_Owl_7380 Beach Area Holiday Weekend
Iāve been doing Shipt for a few months now and am 250 orders in. I live year round in a beach town in a coastal area that is known for being a big draw for out of towners.
I was not prepared for how busy it was last night and today. The orders were wild. Some of Shiptās offers were also crazy bundling orders with one on the mainland and one on a barrier island both to be delivered in an hour. Sometimes those barrier island crossings can take 30 minutes from one end to the other because of traffic.
Also thereās a fairly large barrier island that does have a Target nearby but not in Shiptās delivery area. Somehow there were orders being placed from my local Target going there which is 30 miles each way, a crossing, and $2 toll each way and offering $12. Those orders sat there for hours.
I did pretty good last night as orders were averaging $15 for a single and $20 for a bundle. People were in a tipping mood too! I got $50 cash from one lady and most everyone tipped 15%. The best order I delivered was a Weber kettle grill, bags of charcoal, grill tools, and a chimney starter. I got to the house which had a large staircase and a rooftop deck with a bunch of guys hanging out. I shout up āAnyone order a grill?ā and they came running down and unloaded the car for me, said I was the hero since the gas grill broke, and one says see Target sells everything. They even tipped. I even managed to score the bonus today.
Sundays are always busy since we have a large orthodox community that orders a lot. They had a two day holiday and shabbos the day after that. The ladies have been off Target.com since Wednesday afternoon š I wasnāt planning on doing Shipt tomorrow but with the usual Sunday slam combined with the beach visitors here through Monday it might be extra. Thereās also another bonus.
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I was not prepared for how busy it was last night and today. The orders were wild. Some of Shiptās offers were also crazy bundling orders with one on the mainland and one on a barrier island both to be delivered in an hour. Sometimes those barrier island crossings can take 30 minutes from one end to the other because of traffic.
Also thereās a fairly large barrier island that does have a Target nearby but not in Shiptās delivery area. Somehow there were orders being placed from my local Target going there which is 30 miles each way, a crossing, and $2 toll each way and offering $12. Those orders sat there for hours.
I did pretty good last night as orders were averaging $15 for a single and $20 for a bundle. People were in a tipping mood too! I got $50 cash from one lady and most everyone tipped 15%. The best order I delivered was a Weber kettle grill, bags of charcoal, grill tools, and a chimney starter. I got to the house which had a large staircase and a rooftop deck with a bunch of guys hanging out. I shout up āAnyone order a grill?ā and they came running down and unloaded the car for me, said I was the hero since the gas grill broke, and one says see Target sells everything. They even tipped. I even managed to score the bonus today.
Sundays are always busy since we have a large orthodox community that orders a lot. They had a two day holiday and shabbos the day after that. The ladies have been off Target.com since Wednesday afternoon š I wasnāt planning on doing Shipt tomorrow but with the usual Sunday slam combined with the beach visitors here through Monday it might be extra. Thereās also another bonus.
2023.05.28 07:40 LeSamouraii [Selling] [USA] Shigeki Tanaka 180mm Ginsan Deba
https://imgur.com/a/Rbt42Rz
For sale is 180mm Ginsan Deba made by Shigeki Tanaka. The condition is brand new and unused. It is a stainless knife with a well ground ura, steel that takes a great edge, and a very comfortable premium walnut handle.
I am selling it because I've no opportunity to use it. Purchased from Japanny for about $350 shipping and tax included. Willing to let this go for $300. I will take $20 off if you buy together with my Shigeki Tanaka 300mm Ginsan Yanagiba or if you can take it off my hands by end of next week (6/3/23).
Thank you for looking.
Specifications: Knife Type: Deba Steel Type: Silver Steel No.3 (Stain resistant steel) Blade Hardness: HRC 59-61 Blade Type: Single edged blade Blade Length: 180mm (7.1") Blade Height: 52mm (2") Blade Thickness: 7.5mm (0.295") Ferrule Material: Pakka wood Handle Material: Walnut Handle Length: 135mm (5.3") Weight: 340g (12 ounces)
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For sale is 180mm Ginsan Deba made by Shigeki Tanaka. The condition is brand new and unused. It is a stainless knife with a well ground ura, steel that takes a great edge, and a very comfortable premium walnut handle.
I am selling it because I've no opportunity to use it. Purchased from Japanny for about $350 shipping and tax included. Willing to let this go for $300. I will take $20 off if you buy together with my Shigeki Tanaka 300mm Ginsan Yanagiba or if you can take it off my hands by end of next week (6/3/23).
Thank you for looking.
Specifications: Knife Type: Deba Steel Type: Silver Steel No.3 (Stain resistant steel) Blade Hardness: HRC 59-61 Blade Type: Single edged blade Blade Length: 180mm (7.1") Blade Height: 52mm (2") Blade Thickness: 7.5mm (0.295") Ferrule Material: Pakka wood Handle Material: Walnut Handle Length: 135mm (5.3") Weight: 340g (12 ounces)
2023.05.28 07:39 techgeek1012 Potentially the worst roommate anyone could ever have.
First time on reddit. When I was in college, I had to share a hostel room(dorm room) with 2 other people. My first two roommates were exceptionally nice and I had no problems living with them. But just around covid happened, they both had vacated and a new guy, senior, had joined in. I swear you cannot have a roommate worst than this guy. He would use the toilet, doesn't matter what he has done in there, and wouldn't flush after him. He would eat food and spit chicken leftovers and chewed up tobacco on the floor like it's nothing. While going to sleep, he would straight up take all his clothes off right in front of me and lay in bed, sure he had a sheet on himself but whenever I woke up, I woke to seeing his naked butt. The toilet part was still worse as not flushing makes the toilet stained and the po*p is obviously a load of stink. Had to complain to the management about three times to get him out of the room. If you've had worse experiences, would be great to know that I'm not alone in this lol.
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2023.05.28 07:39 lostings My co-workers wonāt stop asking about my boyfriend and itās only gotten worse.
Iām (20f) a caregiver at a group home and I just started working here barely a month ago. Iāve been doing everything correctly but my co-workers keep on asking about my boyfriend (24m) and itās gotten to the point where Iām scared my job is in jeopardy.
For context, my boyfriend drives me to and from work and parks outside while Iām working (I work the graveyard shift). He does not feel comfortable going back to my home without me due to some conflict between him and my parents (who weāre staying with until we have enough money to find a place) and the fact that itās about a 35-40 mile drive one way (70-80 round trip, if he were to go back home it would be around 140-160 miles per day and we donāt have the money to pay for that kind of gas). Also note heās comfortable staying out in the car and sleeping in it as needed, his car is his treasure. He does not enter or go near the house Iām working in at all and does not come in contact with anything related to the house.
Moving onā¦ it all started when a co-worker commented about a guy parking across the street and sitting in his car, in which I let her know that it was my ride and he was waiting to come pick me up. I didnāt think much of it since itās just conversation and I didnāt think my boyfriend being parked across the street would be a big deal. She started asking more questions about it, like if I had a DL, my own car, why he was out there waiting for me, ect. I answered all the questions honestly and we moved on.
The next day two other co-workers bring it up and they both tell me, āDonāt bring him inside, itās not your house, we need to respect peopleās privacy and itās not appropriateā, and they went on for about 5 minutes about it. I know itās related to another situation regarding another employee who got put in suspension for that exact thing happening (plus some worse stuff happened relating the personās partner after entering the house but I wonāt elaborate on it), but every day that I have worked either Management has notified me or another co-worker, each time getting more aggressive. While having these conversations I also added that itās a HIPAA Violation to do so and that neither my boyfriend or I are interested in doing anything close to that. Today at work about an hour after my shift started one of my co-workers (not on the schedule today) pulled up to the house, sat in his car for like 5 minutes and then drove off. My boyfriend texted me telling me about this and I feel very uncomfortable being here. Maybe Iām just being paranoid, but I really do feel like people are gossiping about me and itās going to lead to an unlawful investigation with suspension and potentially getting fired even though I didnāt do anything wrong. Iām thinking of calling HR when I get off work although Iām unsure of whether thatāll actually help. What should I do?
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For context, my boyfriend drives me to and from work and parks outside while Iām working (I work the graveyard shift). He does not feel comfortable going back to my home without me due to some conflict between him and my parents (who weāre staying with until we have enough money to find a place) and the fact that itās about a 35-40 mile drive one way (70-80 round trip, if he were to go back home it would be around 140-160 miles per day and we donāt have the money to pay for that kind of gas). Also note heās comfortable staying out in the car and sleeping in it as needed, his car is his treasure. He does not enter or go near the house Iām working in at all and does not come in contact with anything related to the house.
Moving onā¦ it all started when a co-worker commented about a guy parking across the street and sitting in his car, in which I let her know that it was my ride and he was waiting to come pick me up. I didnāt think much of it since itās just conversation and I didnāt think my boyfriend being parked across the street would be a big deal. She started asking more questions about it, like if I had a DL, my own car, why he was out there waiting for me, ect. I answered all the questions honestly and we moved on.
The next day two other co-workers bring it up and they both tell me, āDonāt bring him inside, itās not your house, we need to respect peopleās privacy and itās not appropriateā, and they went on for about 5 minutes about it. I know itās related to another situation regarding another employee who got put in suspension for that exact thing happening (plus some worse stuff happened relating the personās partner after entering the house but I wonāt elaborate on it), but every day that I have worked either Management has notified me or another co-worker, each time getting more aggressive. While having these conversations I also added that itās a HIPAA Violation to do so and that neither my boyfriend or I are interested in doing anything close to that. Today at work about an hour after my shift started one of my co-workers (not on the schedule today) pulled up to the house, sat in his car for like 5 minutes and then drove off. My boyfriend texted me telling me about this and I feel very uncomfortable being here. Maybe Iām just being paranoid, but I really do feel like people are gossiping about me and itās going to lead to an unlawful investigation with suspension and potentially getting fired even though I didnāt do anything wrong. Iām thinking of calling HR when I get off work although Iām unsure of whether thatāll actually help. What should I do?
2023.05.28 07:39 holy_vermin95 THE COMPLETE LORE OF SLEEP TOKEN
The complete lore of Sleep Token (as I see it). Bear in mind this is after a sudden urge to understand the lore and create a timeline of events. I know many of y'all have been doing this longer, this is just my interpretation of the timeline assuming every song is in sequence.
As I've said before in another post, I see the story of Sleep Token as the redemption story of Vessel (the character) who is being punished by some unknown force through a deity named Sleep. Sleep is unaware of this and just sees Vessel as "another vessel" to feast on and ruin, but because Vessel is stronger and wants to improve he breaks free by the end of TMBTE with a new outlook on life. So I'll be interpreting the story with that in mind. Here's the story:
I. ONE
IV. "The Way that You Were" - (Vessel -> Eden) This songs seems to be about Vessel reminiscing about Eden perhaps talking to her in a dream (considering they're probably not on speaking terms after he literally shot her). Eden is a very troubled soul, with repeated patterns of self harm, and Vessel has an imaginary conversation with her talking about it. Vessel shows no remorse for how he treated her and does not comfort her in any way, showing he has a long way to go for his redemption (in "Are You Really Okay?"). He just says all these things in a very stoic fashion.
V. SUNDOWNING
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As I've said before in another post, I see the story of Sleep Token as the redemption story of Vessel (the character) who is being punished by some unknown force through a deity named Sleep. Sleep is unaware of this and just sees Vessel as "another vessel" to feast on and ruin, but because Vessel is stronger and wants to improve he breaks free by the end of TMBTE with a new outlook on life. So I'll be interpreting the story with that in mind. Here's the story:
I. ONE
- "Thread the Needle" - (Sleep -> Vessel) Sleep seduces Vessel for the first time, and already starts to take control of Vessel's mind by making time dilate. They offer Vessel someone to confide in, and to erase his past mistakes with. "Bury me inside this labyrinth bed" just signifies Vessel going to sleep.
- "Fields of Elation" - (Vessel) Vessel's perspective as he succumbs to Sleep for the first time. He's "losing faith in their time apart" and thinks "nobody else can pull him out" of his past mistakes. This in my opinion makes Vessel much more complex than I imagined. Yes, Sleep is a malicious force that devours souls and feasts on vulnerable people by manipulating them, but Vessel also only values Sleep because they make him feel better about his past. They both do not value one another and are only with each other to serve themselves. The foundation of a toxic relationship.
- "When the Bough Breaks" - (Sleep -> Vessel) Sleep begins to gaslight Vessel. They tell him he's powerless without them and makes him feel bad about himself saying he "doesn't love, just hates to be alone" so he'll be scared and never leave. Sleep also does not believe Vessel is devoted to them and repeats the line "don't lie to me" probably in response to what Vessel says in "Fields of Elation" about Sleep being the only one to pull him out and how devoted he is to them. They also expand on how great they would be together.
- "Calcutta" - (Vessel -> Sleep) This EP came a year after the last one so this song just serves as an update to everyone getting everyone up to speed on Vessel and Sleep's relationship without adding any new significant events. Vessel just gushes over Sleep and tells them how they make him feel whole.
- "Nazareth" - Probably the darkest song in their entire catalog. As Sleep was skeptical of Vessel's devotion to them before, Vessel aims to prove his devotion by torturing and inflicting pain to his past lover (whom he probably already treated wrong considering his "past mistakes" that he seeks to overcome the guilt of with Sleep, this is a huge leap but let's call her Eden). The constant use of "load the gun", "I'll show you what you look like from the inside", and "See if she can guess what a hollow point does to a naked body" show that Vessel intends to shoot her, and I believe he does. Sleep now believes Vessel.
- "Jericho" - (Sleep) This song is basically Sleep just boasting after finally acquiring Vessel as a... well, vessel. They talk about how they "dine on old encounters" before telling Vessel he is completely under their thumb and tells him to "say their name again". This song also seems to be frantically skipping between Vessel and Sleep. "My hands are not worthy" is Vessel reflecting what he's done while Sleep boasts about their victory and control over Vessel.
IV. "The Way that You Were" - (Vessel -> Eden) This songs seems to be about Vessel reminiscing about Eden perhaps talking to her in a dream (considering they're probably not on speaking terms after he literally shot her). Eden is a very troubled soul, with repeated patterns of self harm, and Vessel has an imaginary conversation with her talking about it. Vessel shows no remorse for how he treated her and does not comfort her in any way, showing he has a long way to go for his redemption (in "Are You Really Okay?"). He just says all these things in a very stoic fashion.
V. SUNDOWNING
- "The Night Does Not Belong To God" - (Vessel) Again like "Calcutta" this song serves as a way to get us up to speed on Vessel and Sleep's relationship. Sleep comes to Vessel when he um, falls asleep and talks to him then. Vessel sees this as pure bliss as he repeats "the night comes down like heaven". Vessel also knows Sleep "will not be his" which acts as foreshadowing for the rest of the album as he slowly realises Sleep does not care about his well being and is with him only for their own selfish interest.
- "The Offering" - (Vessel -> Sleep) Vessel offers himself up to Sleep and is fully devoted to them. More references to vorarephilia with "take a bite."
- "Levitate" - (Vessel -> Sleep) As Vessel thinks about why Sleep is so distant with him he tries to empathise with Sleep and considers that maybe Sleep themselves are hurt, but of course they aren't. Vessel offers Sleep comfort and reassurance that he can "lift them up" but secretly knows they will "levitate where he can't reach them". He knows Sleep is unattainable and only comes to him when they want something from him.
- "Dark Signs" - (Vessel -> Sleep) Vessel reflect on his childhood briefly before admitting that he saw red flags when he and Sleep met. He "misses the man he was" and "hates who he's become" under the influence of Sleep. He does so "every time he wakes up" further suggesting this. Even though he wasn't a great man before he met Sleep, he is noticeably worse now.
- "Higher" - (Vessel -> Sleep) Vessel realises his relationship with Sleep is worse for him in the end. They are "killing him slow", and he is "granting them more than the debt that he owes" meaning he is giving Sleep much more than he owes them, but he is still committed and believes every battle they have will take them "higher".
- "Take Aim" - (Vessel -> Sleep) Vessel realises Sleep does not have his best interests in mind and "led him on when the moment was perfect", but he's not ready to give up on the relationship, he's still bargaining.
- "Give" - (Vessel -> Sleep) Vessel implores Sleep to be open with him and tell him they comfort him and he wants to do the same.
- "Gods" - (Vessel -> Sleep) Vessel is driven to the brink and in a fit of rage reflects on what he is and what (perhaps) Sleep has made him. He questions Sleep and asks if they like the way their relationship feels.
- "Sugar" - (Vessel -> Sleep) Despite all the doubts he had, Vessel relapses hard into his infatuation with Sleep. He knows Sleep is toxic but romanticizes his situation, and he sees himself putting his feelings away and clinging onto the relationship as "not giving up".
- "Say That You Will" - (Vessel -> Sleep) Vessel desperately tries to have a conversation with Sleep and says he knows they're "planning to leave in the end" but wants them to tell him pretty lies and is willing to compromise even at the expense of his own well being.
- "Drag Me Under" - (Vessel -> Sleep) Vessel falls deeper into the toxic relationship believing they are meant to be, and implores Sleep to drag him further into the relationship.
- "Blood Sport" - (Vessel) This song summarises the revelations Vessel has had throughout the course of the album. He wants Sleep to open up to him, he knows his love is unrequited, but he's willing to stay at his own expense. This is also the first time the relationship between Sleep and Vessel is given a chemical connotation, suggesting that it's a much deeper connection. Vessel breaks down crying at the end of the song, feeling helpless.
- "Atlantic" - (Vessel) Vessel wakes up in a hospital after a failed suicide attempt, perhaps to sever his connection with Sleep, and is talked through the damage. He begs to not be woken up and slowly falls back into Sleep's grasp throughout the course of this album.
- "Hypnosis" - (Vessel -> Sleep) Vessel implores Sleep to once again lift him out, and offers himself to them despite knowing how much it affected him. "The Offering" was the same but he did not know, this song is sadder because he is helpless even after knowing and offers himself up to Sleep the exact same way.
- "Mine" - (Vessel -> Sleep) Vessel believes the relationship is destined to be and that no matter how much he tries to distance himself with Sleep, they'll surely cross paths again. He lies to himself more to make himself feel okay instead of facing the truth.
- "Like That" - (Vessel -> Sleep) Vessel is once again reminded of how toxic the relationship is and asks how Sleep is okay with doing this to him asking if they "like that". He knows he is one of many previous victims. He is aware of his inability to let go no matter you how badly Sleep treats him.
- "The Love You Want" - (Vessel -> Sleep) Vessel tries to have a conversation with Sleep, believing they saw something in him the time they met, and tells them he's still the same person but he knows he'll never be who they want.
- "Fall For Me" - (Vessel -> Sleep) Continuing from the previous song, Vessel desperately implores Sleep to "fall for him" again, because that's what he has convinced himself to believe that was.
- "Alkaline" - (Vessel) Vessel is infatuated again and can't explain it, even though he knows Sleep is changing him. He refuses to do anything about it, because he enjoys the ride. More chemical references.
- "Distraction" - (Vessel) Vessel realises he's past the point of no return and it's "too late for him" he's fallen in too deep into him relationship with Sleep.
- "Descending" - (Vessel -> Sleep) Vessel is actually very stern with Sleep and says things for what they are for the the first time.
- "Telomeres" - (Vessel -> Sleep) Vessel seemed really convinced on the previous track but now he's back to romanticizing his relationship and acknowledges that Sleep provided him comfort. This part of the album is very confusing as Vessel changes his mind about the relationship with every song. The way I see it is him trying to make sense of the relationship. He feels conflicted.
- "High Water" - (Vessel -> Sleep) Vessel chooses to ignore his own doubts about the relationship again, even though he knows it's not the best for him.
- "Missing Limbs" - (Vessel -> Eden) Vessel has another imaginary conversation, probably a dream talking to Eden saying he still loves her and his relationship with Sleep is losing its allure.
- "Chokehold" - (Vessel -> Sleep) Again, this serves as an update for us setting the scene, Vessel is still firmly in Sleep's grasp.
- "The Summoning" - (Vessel -> Sleep) Vessel talks about how his relationship with Sleep is and he presents it in a very romantic way like they were destined to be together. Even though throughout the course of the album he finds the strength to move on from Sleep.
- "Granite" - (Vessel -> Sleep) Vessel says things for what they are again and seems very empowered. Like he's finally seeing the relationship from the perspective of an outsider and for what it is.
- "Aqua Regia" - (Vessel -> Sleep) Vessel talks more about his relationship with Sleep but wants to move on ("and I am done dancing to alarming bells").
- "Vore" - (Vessel -> Sleep) Vessel feels his vorarephilic urges again and wishes to be "swallowed whole" by Sleep, but he acknowledges that he is suffering and asks Sleep if they are "in pain like he is".
- "Ascensionism" - (Vessel -> Sleep) Much like "Granite", Vessel is very empowered here. He no longer feels helpless and asks Sleep to "watch him ascend". He fully acknowledges that Sleep "makes him wish he could disappear". It's taken him so long to fully admit that.
- "Are You Really Okay?" (Vessel -> Eden) Vessel fully confronts Eden about her self harm and begs her to not hurt herself again. He feels empathy for others and slowly transforms into a better person.
- "The Apparition" (Vessel -> Sleep) Vessel asks Sleep why they are never real and why they leave every time he awakes, but he also wants to nihilistically "make trouble in the dream world" because "this could be the last time" suggesting that he wants to move on.
- "DYWTYLM" (Vessel -> himself) Throughout his life and throughout the course of his relationship with Sleep, Vessel has dealt with an immense amount of self hatred and can't even smile at himself in the mirror. This song is really sad but it also shows Vessel's willingness to heal from his trauma and become a better person and learn to love himself instead of just escaping and running away from his problems like he used to.
- "Rain" (Vessel) Vessel acknowledges how much he has changed, perhaps with Sleep or just from the time he was born when he was a good person and he asks an unknown force to cleanse him of his sins. This force isn't Sleep at this point because Vessel is pretty clear about moving on.
- "Take Me Back to Eden" (Vessel -> Sleep) This is the final time Vessel addresses Sleep and it's a huge tribute to Sleep, without whom he would not have improved, but he also acknowledges the toxicity of the relationship but in a mature way. He looks back at the journey he has had and has a mature outlook on it, he was treated badly by Sleep, but he was also bad, and he's ready to move on.
- "Euclid" (Vessel) In the aftermath of it all, Vessel is ready to shed his former self and become someone new. He calls back to "The Night Does Not Belong To God" just as a tribute to acknowledge how far he has come and what a journey it has been.
2023.05.28 07:38 djmariah311 Hiiii
Soooo. I'm a lady truck driver. I drink lots of vodka when I'm not driving. It's keeping me just a llliiitttle above FA. If it wasn't for my job I'd be way back in CA territory like I was years ago. (detox,)
today I drank two pints of blue smirnoff, I do it about every three days. Never drive drunk. If I have an opportunity to drink and next day off, I'm doing it. It's my happy place... I feel like when I drink I'm myself.
But then, I get rude and say dumb shit on FB. There are people in my family who cut me off. But really I don't care. I'm fine with it. (I'm not fine with it)
I deleted fb off my phone cause I can't use it responsibly. And when I'm sober I don't use it at all.
When I wake up in the morning dealing with the hatred of myself, I will read Twitter for hours, drink lots of milk, have a sugar free monster, shit a lot, and wait till the dread dissipates, and wonder, oh shit, what did I do on social media.. Spent some money on tik tok, and then delete all emails about how much money I spent drunk.
Then I watch a lot of tru crime so I don't feel so bad about myself. (at least I'm not as bad as Dahmer)
I don't know why I do the things I do but I feel very isolated, like nobody knows what I'm going through. Love you all.
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today I drank two pints of blue smirnoff, I do it about every three days. Never drive drunk. If I have an opportunity to drink and next day off, I'm doing it. It's my happy place... I feel like when I drink I'm myself.
But then, I get rude and say dumb shit on FB. There are people in my family who cut me off. But really I don't care. I'm fine with it. (I'm not fine with it)
I deleted fb off my phone cause I can't use it responsibly. And when I'm sober I don't use it at all.
When I wake up in the morning dealing with the hatred of myself, I will read Twitter for hours, drink lots of milk, have a sugar free monster, shit a lot, and wait till the dread dissipates, and wonder, oh shit, what did I do on social media.. Spent some money on tik tok, and then delete all emails about how much money I spent drunk.
Then I watch a lot of tru crime so I don't feel so bad about myself. (at least I'm not as bad as Dahmer)
I don't know why I do the things I do but I feel very isolated, like nobody knows what I'm going through. Love you all.
2023.05.28 07:38 saddledwiththawngs [TOMT][SONG][possibly PRE-2015] A song that has the lyrics 'Friday night' at the end of a sentence in the chorus. Mellow song, with similar vibes as Blackbird by The Beatles. Male lead singer. Song sounded like it had been around for a while and may be more than 5 years old.
Sorry I don't have much to go off, doing this for a friend. Song may be found in the playlist Wara Sushi on Spotify (by user culpebble) as that may have been what was playing at the time, but I can't seem to find the right song from that list.
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2023.05.28 07:37 hsupreme Joined the TRX club! Originally was going for a Raptor but with all the mark ups, got turned offā¦ got this 2023 at MSRP!
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2023.05.28 07:37 sunmari_ Black snot / How to deal with death
TRIGGER WARNING : overall I know this is pretty gross but I have anxiety and I canāt sleep, so I need some reassurance. Also meantions of death and Mental health
I ( 18f ) am having some trouble recently. I have really hard, black snot chunks ( ? ) in my nose that Iāve been able to dig out with a tissue and nose blowing. Now there is clear mucus/snot off the ends of these hard crusty pieces but there is constantly the black on 99 percent of it. I noticed it today, and also started not feeling the best. I shouldnāt have done this but I ended up googling it and google convinced me I was dying. Which, is terrifying as I already have anxiety and my father died with me by his bedside on the 22, so Iām dealing with the trauma from this and now thinking Iām going to die as well ( I want to point out I wanted to be with him when he passed but also am experiencing anxiety and depressive episodes after the fact. )
This is where my other reach comes in. Itās been days but I canāt seem to feel any better. My husband is trying to cheer me up but itās not working as well as heād hope, and Iām dreading the funeral because Iām having a hard time accepting heās gone. I canāt go to my mom because we do not get along at all because of her favoritism to my brothers, and I feel like a burden to my aunt who me and hubby are staying with as we live states away. How do I cope with all this? I canāt sleep without worrying about not waking up, eat without panicking Iām going to suffocate and coke or bathe without worrying about drowning from water vapor in my lungs. Iām scared. Which is ironic for someone who has depression, PRSD and anxiety, Ik. I wouldnāt expect me to be this terrified of dying but I am. Because I donāt want to be nothing. I donāt want to leave my husband but itās inevitable and my dad was only 40. How do I handle all this? What are good coping mechanisms? I feel like Iām going insane
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I ( 18f ) am having some trouble recently. I have really hard, black snot chunks ( ? ) in my nose that Iāve been able to dig out with a tissue and nose blowing. Now there is clear mucus/snot off the ends of these hard crusty pieces but there is constantly the black on 99 percent of it. I noticed it today, and also started not feeling the best. I shouldnāt have done this but I ended up googling it and google convinced me I was dying. Which, is terrifying as I already have anxiety and my father died with me by his bedside on the 22, so Iām dealing with the trauma from this and now thinking Iām going to die as well ( I want to point out I wanted to be with him when he passed but also am experiencing anxiety and depressive episodes after the fact. )
This is where my other reach comes in. Itās been days but I canāt seem to feel any better. My husband is trying to cheer me up but itās not working as well as heād hope, and Iām dreading the funeral because Iām having a hard time accepting heās gone. I canāt go to my mom because we do not get along at all because of her favoritism to my brothers, and I feel like a burden to my aunt who me and hubby are staying with as we live states away. How do I cope with all this? I canāt sleep without worrying about not waking up, eat without panicking Iām going to suffocate and coke or bathe without worrying about drowning from water vapor in my lungs. Iām scared. Which is ironic for someone who has depression, PRSD and anxiety, Ik. I wouldnāt expect me to be this terrified of dying but I am. Because I donāt want to be nothing. I donāt want to leave my husband but itās inevitable and my dad was only 40. How do I handle all this? What are good coping mechanisms? I feel like Iām going insane
2023.05.28 07:37 TheShadowspawn Chapter Thirty-Six - Alcohol
Captain knocks on the door to Human Dave's quarters, and an assenting yell to enter is heard.
Human Dave is seated on the floor, holding a glass bottle that contains a clear liquid, looking very relaxed.
Alien Captain: "Human Dave, are you alright?"
HD: "Captain! Never better!"
Human Dave starts giggling uncontrollably while looking at Captain.
AC: "Human Dave, are you quite certain? You are acting atypical of your normal behaviour, especially as I have noticed you are sitting atop your datapad."
HD: "I am?"
Human Dave looks down and also notices that he is sitting on a datapad; the screen having cracked from his weight.
HD: "Ah, crap. I'll have to fix that later."
AC: "Human Dave, what is that bottle?"
HD: "Oh, this? It's a little present from my dad. He finally managed to make some quality booze and had it shipped to me by courier."
AC: "Booze?"
HD: "Right. Uhh... what's the word again? Oh! Right! Alcohol!"
AC: "Alcohol? Is that not an extremely dangerous substance used to keep surfaces and skin sterile in preparation for surgery? Why are you ingesting it?"
Human Dave takes another swig from the bottle.
HD, slurring: "Coz' this one tastes good. Alcohol is something that humans consume regularly for rec... rec... it's used to loosen us up and help us relax, Captain."
AC: "Human Dave, you appear to be intoxicated."
HD: "I am, Captain! I'm intoxi... in... I'm drunk, Captain!"
AC, unnerved: "...maybe I should go and get Doctor. Perhaps she has something that can remedy this situation."
HD, loudly: "Nooo. I'm fine, Captain. It'll wear off after I sleep."
AC: "..."
HD, trailing off: "Might regret gettin' so drunk when I wakes up, but I'll be fine."
Human Dave slowly leans to the side and slumps onto the ground.
The contents of the bottle spill slightly, but the bottle appeared to be mostly empty when Human Dave fell.
A snort sounds out loudly, startling Captain for a moment, which is followed by loud snoring.
AC: "..."
AC: "Maybe I will get Doctor, just in case."
...
AC: "What is your professional opinion, Doctor?"
Doctor and Captain stand in Human Dave's quarters.
Doctor is keeping a close eye on Human Dave while using a medical grade scanner to ascertain his current condition.
Alien Doctor: "Human Dave will be fine, Captain. Humans are capable of metabolising ethanol in this form, but excess is not recommended."
Human Dave snorts loudly again but continues to sleep.
AC: "How will we know how much is considered an excessive amount?"
AD: "That depends on the individual human, Captain. I am willing to bet that Human Dave knows his limits and will not imbibe in excess of his body's limits."
AC: "Is ethanol not extremely harmful to sentient beings?"
AD: "It is, however, humans have made many forms that are capable of being ingested by many species in the galaxy. I daresay that this one that Human Dave has consumed is too strong for our biology, but he may have access to weaker forms that are compatible with our bodies."
AC: "You sound as though you want to ingest such a deadly substance."
AD: "... I will admit that my scientific curiosity is considering the idea, as I am somewhat curious as to how our physiology will react to intoxication in this form."
AC: "... how intoxication is somehow a curiosity to you, Doctor, I will never understand."
AD: "However, that is a discussion to take place after Human Dave has awakened from his alcohol-induced slumber."
...
HD: "... oh, God, my head!"
AD: "Human Dave, how are you feeling?"
Human Dave runs a hand over his face, and it settles over his eyes.
HD, covering his eyes: "... like I just went seven rounds with a Keltiss War-kin."
AD: "Ah. Interesting. Human Dave, drink this."
Doctor hands Human Dave a water pouch, and he takes it gratefully.
HD, between sips of water: "Thank you very much, Doctor. Have you been studying up on human biology and physiology again?"
AD: "I have had a somewhat interesting refresher, especially in regards to intoxication in your species, Human Dave."
HD: "Ah. Did I do anything too embarrassing?"
AD: "Aside from making Captain panic slightly, no. Which is a pity. I have heard that humans make wonderful fools of themselves when intoxicated."
HD: "Well, at least I didn't try to take the engine apart."
AD: "..."
HD: "I didn't try to take the engine apart, did I?"
AD: "Sadly, no. It would have been an amusing sight."
Human Dave continues to sip at his water pouch, still covering his eyes.
HD: "Did you need something else from me, Doctor? You seem curious about something."
AD: "I was curious about something, Human Dave."
HD: "What is it?"
AD: "Do you have a recommendation for alcohol that is compatible with the Cradelian physiology?"
HD: "... what?"
AD: "I find myself curious as to the sensation of intoxication, and would like to experience it myself, for scientific purposes."
HD, quietly, to himself: "'For scientific purposes', she says."
AD: "Yes. Cradelians do not imbibe ethanol in this form, nor do we normally experience intoxication in social settings. The only time a Cradelian would experience intoxication is when undergoing surgery from anaesthesia, as it has something of a narcotic effect on our physiology."
HD: "I'll tell you what: let me get over this hangover, and I'll see what I can do."
AD: "Excellent. I look forward to the experience."
...
AC: "Remind me again how it came to this, Human Dave."
Human Dave and Captain are carrying a thoroughly intoxicated Doctor back to the ship; one on either side of her, with her arms draped over their shoulders; her feet barely dragging along the ground.
HD: "Doctor wanted to try being drunk. So I took her to a human bar and tried out a few drinks.
AC: "..."
HD: "We found one that was weak enough not to cause any significant damage to her physiology, and she had a blast."
AC: "What is a 'blast', Human Dave?"
HD: "I meant that she enjoyed herself, Captain. She only managed two before she passed out, though. A Mojito and a vodka soda, if I remember correctly. I'm pretty sure she liked the Mojito more because of its fruity flavour."
AC: "Doctor is partial to fruits, so that is understandable."
HD: "How come you didn't try anything, Captain?"
AC: "And run the risk of poisoning myself as a result? No, thank you, Human Dave."
HD: "Then I'll just have to introduce you to some zero-alcohol drinks, Captain. They are basically the same as alcoholic drinks, only no alcohol content in them."
AC: "... that seems an acceptable alternative, Human Dave. And Doctor did seem to enjoy herself before she passed out."
HD: "A bit of sleep, and maybe a once-over with the medical scanner, and she'll be fine."
AC: "... that you even have to mention the medical scanner, even in passing, does not fill me with a sense of confidence, Human Dave."
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Human Dave is seated on the floor, holding a glass bottle that contains a clear liquid, looking very relaxed.
Alien Captain: "Human Dave, are you alright?"
HD: "Captain! Never better!"
Human Dave starts giggling uncontrollably while looking at Captain.
AC: "Human Dave, are you quite certain? You are acting atypical of your normal behaviour, especially as I have noticed you are sitting atop your datapad."
HD: "I am?"
Human Dave looks down and also notices that he is sitting on a datapad; the screen having cracked from his weight.
HD: "Ah, crap. I'll have to fix that later."
AC: "Human Dave, what is that bottle?"
HD: "Oh, this? It's a little present from my dad. He finally managed to make some quality booze and had it shipped to me by courier."
AC: "Booze?"
HD: "Right. Uhh... what's the word again? Oh! Right! Alcohol!"
AC: "Alcohol? Is that not an extremely dangerous substance used to keep surfaces and skin sterile in preparation for surgery? Why are you ingesting it?"
Human Dave takes another swig from the bottle.
HD, slurring: "Coz' this one tastes good. Alcohol is something that humans consume regularly for rec... rec... it's used to loosen us up and help us relax, Captain."
AC: "Human Dave, you appear to be intoxicated."
HD: "I am, Captain! I'm intoxi... in... I'm drunk, Captain!"
AC, unnerved: "...maybe I should go and get Doctor. Perhaps she has something that can remedy this situation."
HD, loudly: "Nooo. I'm fine, Captain. It'll wear off after I sleep."
AC: "..."
HD, trailing off: "Might regret gettin' so drunk when I wakes up, but I'll be fine."
Human Dave slowly leans to the side and slumps onto the ground.
The contents of the bottle spill slightly, but the bottle appeared to be mostly empty when Human Dave fell.
A snort sounds out loudly, startling Captain for a moment, which is followed by loud snoring.
AC: "..."
AC: "Maybe I will get Doctor, just in case."
...
AC: "What is your professional opinion, Doctor?"
Doctor and Captain stand in Human Dave's quarters.
Doctor is keeping a close eye on Human Dave while using a medical grade scanner to ascertain his current condition.
Alien Doctor: "Human Dave will be fine, Captain. Humans are capable of metabolising ethanol in this form, but excess is not recommended."
Human Dave snorts loudly again but continues to sleep.
AC: "How will we know how much is considered an excessive amount?"
AD: "That depends on the individual human, Captain. I am willing to bet that Human Dave knows his limits and will not imbibe in excess of his body's limits."
AC: "Is ethanol not extremely harmful to sentient beings?"
AD: "It is, however, humans have made many forms that are capable of being ingested by many species in the galaxy. I daresay that this one that Human Dave has consumed is too strong for our biology, but he may have access to weaker forms that are compatible with our bodies."
AC: "You sound as though you want to ingest such a deadly substance."
AD: "... I will admit that my scientific curiosity is considering the idea, as I am somewhat curious as to how our physiology will react to intoxication in this form."
AC: "... how intoxication is somehow a curiosity to you, Doctor, I will never understand."
AD: "However, that is a discussion to take place after Human Dave has awakened from his alcohol-induced slumber."
...
HD: "... oh, God, my head!"
AD: "Human Dave, how are you feeling?"
Human Dave runs a hand over his face, and it settles over his eyes.
HD, covering his eyes: "... like I just went seven rounds with a Keltiss War-kin."
AD: "Ah. Interesting. Human Dave, drink this."
Doctor hands Human Dave a water pouch, and he takes it gratefully.
HD, between sips of water: "Thank you very much, Doctor. Have you been studying up on human biology and physiology again?"
AD: "I have had a somewhat interesting refresher, especially in regards to intoxication in your species, Human Dave."
HD: "Ah. Did I do anything too embarrassing?"
AD: "Aside from making Captain panic slightly, no. Which is a pity. I have heard that humans make wonderful fools of themselves when intoxicated."
HD: "Well, at least I didn't try to take the engine apart."
AD: "..."
HD: "I didn't try to take the engine apart, did I?"
AD: "Sadly, no. It would have been an amusing sight."
Human Dave continues to sip at his water pouch, still covering his eyes.
HD: "Did you need something else from me, Doctor? You seem curious about something."
AD: "I was curious about something, Human Dave."
HD: "What is it?"
AD: "Do you have a recommendation for alcohol that is compatible with the Cradelian physiology?"
HD: "... what?"
AD: "I find myself curious as to the sensation of intoxication, and would like to experience it myself, for scientific purposes."
HD, quietly, to himself: "'For scientific purposes', she says."
AD: "Yes. Cradelians do not imbibe ethanol in this form, nor do we normally experience intoxication in social settings. The only time a Cradelian would experience intoxication is when undergoing surgery from anaesthesia, as it has something of a narcotic effect on our physiology."
HD: "I'll tell you what: let me get over this hangover, and I'll see what I can do."
AD: "Excellent. I look forward to the experience."
...
AC: "Remind me again how it came to this, Human Dave."
Human Dave and Captain are carrying a thoroughly intoxicated Doctor back to the ship; one on either side of her, with her arms draped over their shoulders; her feet barely dragging along the ground.
HD: "Doctor wanted to try being drunk. So I took her to a human bar and tried out a few drinks.
AC: "..."
HD: "We found one that was weak enough not to cause any significant damage to her physiology, and she had a blast."
AC: "What is a 'blast', Human Dave?"
HD: "I meant that she enjoyed herself, Captain. She only managed two before she passed out, though. A Mojito and a vodka soda, if I remember correctly. I'm pretty sure she liked the Mojito more because of its fruity flavour."
AC: "Doctor is partial to fruits, so that is understandable."
HD: "How come you didn't try anything, Captain?"
AC: "And run the risk of poisoning myself as a result? No, thank you, Human Dave."
HD: "Then I'll just have to introduce you to some zero-alcohol drinks, Captain. They are basically the same as alcoholic drinks, only no alcohol content in them."
AC: "... that seems an acceptable alternative, Human Dave. And Doctor did seem to enjoy herself before she passed out."
HD: "A bit of sleep, and maybe a once-over with the medical scanner, and she'll be fine."
AC: "... that you even have to mention the medical scanner, even in passing, does not fill me with a sense of confidence, Human Dave."
2023.05.28 07:37 Mantis_Shrimp47 Blackberries in an Open Grave
My grandmother, Ida, loves to talk. She'll tell stories for days, but she only told me this story once, and never spoke about it again.
Thereās an abandoned steel skeleton on the other side of the cemetery where Ida grew up. It used to be a cell tower, or maybe it was for power lines; thereās no way to tell now. The blackberry plants are still there, though. They twist around the places where the metal still disappears into the dirt, the beams sunk deep into the ground despite the way the whole structure has fallen sideways into the grass. The graves are in almost the same state of disrepair, with most of the names scrubbed away by the rain and the wind. But thereās one heads tone that still gleams like it did on the day it was made, the marble cast with shifting shadows from the sugar-maple tree that looms over it. Charlotte Telor is etched into it, along with beloved.
Charlotteās mother, Ida, is eighty-three now. She can barely walk from all the cancers that have left her body weak, and she hobbles along with one hand on her husband's shoulder and one hand on mine. She kneels in front of Sharonās tomb and prays over it, then puts down new flowers to replace the old ones. She comes here so often that the previous flowers still look almost fresh. When Ina gets up, she has a stinging nettle rash on her right knee and an oak gall stuck to her sweater.
Theyād pick the blackberries, Charlotte and Ida, back when the tower was still standing proud over the cemetery. Charlotte loved to gather up a handful of berries and put one at the foot of every grave, with a pause between each to eat one herself, of course. She thought that each patch of dirt contained an angel, and she could gain their favor by feeding them. She picked up bits of tombstones and tried to fit the puzzle pieces back together, even when the graves looked like nothing more than a bare patch of dirt.
Ida goes to church every Sunday and puts her whole heart into it, singing as loud as her throat can manage, even when it hurts her. She bakes bread once a month to share at the community dinners, donates candles for Christmas service, and is generally a pillar of the Spartanburg community.
āThey all came over when Charlotte died,ā Ida told me. āAll of my friends, every single one of them.ā She didnāt spend a moment alone, and she didnāt have to cook for herself for a month. There was a collection sent around, the following Sunday, to pay for Charlotte's medical bills.
It started when Charlotte started walking around hunched over, her arms wrapped tight around her stomach. When she started vomiting and didnāt stop, Ida took her to the emergency room in their old car, rattling over the potholes at seventy miles an hour. They were sent away at the emergency room, though, because Charlotte wasnāt crying and it was busy. Another day passed. Charlotte grew more and more sick. They went back to the emergency room, and finally talked to a doctor.
The doctor looked her over, pressed on her belly, and then went silent. He picked her up and took her into the next room without a single word, except to brush off the secretary.
āThey need to sign in,ā the secretary said.
āNo time,ā the doctor answered, his voice still deathly quiet.
Ida doesnāt remember what happened after that. Itās lost to her in a haze of grief and people running. All she knows is that her baby died from a burst appendix because she was sent away the first time they went to the doctor. Charlotte was two years old. She was buried in the same cemetery that she used to hunt for blackberries in.
āShe didnāt cry,ā Ida said. āThe whole time, she didnāt cry. The doctors told me that she must have had such a massive tolerance for pain.ā
But my grandmother tells me something different.
"I saw them take her," Ida says. "The demons. They crawled out of the graves and killed Charlotte's blackberry angels."
According to Ida, she didn't cry because the demons had stuffed their claim into her mouth, gagged her on their rotting flesh and planted their poison in her.
āThe God that I know is a loving God,ā Ina said. "I don't know how he could let that happen. It just slipped by his notice, I guess."
She is eighty-three years old and losing a child is still the worst thing that has ever happened to her. Her confession to me, in an ashamed whisper, is that she can only keep going because she knows that she will see Charlotte again, one way or another. She's been catching glimpses of the demons out of the corners of her eyes for decades.
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Thereās an abandoned steel skeleton on the other side of the cemetery where Ida grew up. It used to be a cell tower, or maybe it was for power lines; thereās no way to tell now. The blackberry plants are still there, though. They twist around the places where the metal still disappears into the dirt, the beams sunk deep into the ground despite the way the whole structure has fallen sideways into the grass. The graves are in almost the same state of disrepair, with most of the names scrubbed away by the rain and the wind. But thereās one heads tone that still gleams like it did on the day it was made, the marble cast with shifting shadows from the sugar-maple tree that looms over it. Charlotte Telor is etched into it, along with beloved.
Charlotteās mother, Ida, is eighty-three now. She can barely walk from all the cancers that have left her body weak, and she hobbles along with one hand on her husband's shoulder and one hand on mine. She kneels in front of Sharonās tomb and prays over it, then puts down new flowers to replace the old ones. She comes here so often that the previous flowers still look almost fresh. When Ina gets up, she has a stinging nettle rash on her right knee and an oak gall stuck to her sweater.
Theyād pick the blackberries, Charlotte and Ida, back when the tower was still standing proud over the cemetery. Charlotte loved to gather up a handful of berries and put one at the foot of every grave, with a pause between each to eat one herself, of course. She thought that each patch of dirt contained an angel, and she could gain their favor by feeding them. She picked up bits of tombstones and tried to fit the puzzle pieces back together, even when the graves looked like nothing more than a bare patch of dirt.
Ida goes to church every Sunday and puts her whole heart into it, singing as loud as her throat can manage, even when it hurts her. She bakes bread once a month to share at the community dinners, donates candles for Christmas service, and is generally a pillar of the Spartanburg community.
āThey all came over when Charlotte died,ā Ida told me. āAll of my friends, every single one of them.ā She didnāt spend a moment alone, and she didnāt have to cook for herself for a month. There was a collection sent around, the following Sunday, to pay for Charlotte's medical bills.
It started when Charlotte started walking around hunched over, her arms wrapped tight around her stomach. When she started vomiting and didnāt stop, Ida took her to the emergency room in their old car, rattling over the potholes at seventy miles an hour. They were sent away at the emergency room, though, because Charlotte wasnāt crying and it was busy. Another day passed. Charlotte grew more and more sick. They went back to the emergency room, and finally talked to a doctor.
The doctor looked her over, pressed on her belly, and then went silent. He picked her up and took her into the next room without a single word, except to brush off the secretary.
āThey need to sign in,ā the secretary said.
āNo time,ā the doctor answered, his voice still deathly quiet.
Ida doesnāt remember what happened after that. Itās lost to her in a haze of grief and people running. All she knows is that her baby died from a burst appendix because she was sent away the first time they went to the doctor. Charlotte was two years old. She was buried in the same cemetery that she used to hunt for blackberries in.
āShe didnāt cry,ā Ida said. āThe whole time, she didnāt cry. The doctors told me that she must have had such a massive tolerance for pain.ā
But my grandmother tells me something different.
"I saw them take her," Ida says. "The demons. They crawled out of the graves and killed Charlotte's blackberry angels."
According to Ida, she didn't cry because the demons had stuffed their claim into her mouth, gagged her on their rotting flesh and planted their poison in her.
āThe God that I know is a loving God,ā Ina said. "I don't know how he could let that happen. It just slipped by his notice, I guess."
She is eighty-three years old and losing a child is still the worst thing that has ever happened to her. Her confession to me, in an ashamed whisper, is that she can only keep going because she knows that she will see Charlotte again, one way or another. She's been catching glimpses of the demons out of the corners of her eyes for decades.
2023.05.28 07:37 jollygoodtoast Sometimes Iām completely floored by the kindness of strangers.
Iām going through a rough breakup. My partner was my best friend and I donāt have many others, so they donāt offer me much support. Two people I consider some of my best friends hung out without me after I had asked them to hang out. Itās been really tough, I feel so disconnected from the people around me.
But one bright spot has been people I donāt even know. I posted about my breakup a few times (on and off reddit) and always got very sweet messages of support. As someone who doesnāt get the chance to talk to others often, this has been so helpful and genuinely healing to know that even if they donāt know me, people still care enough to reach out.
Iāve also joined a breakup support group - also very sweet people despite themselves struggling with the same issue. With so much turmoil in the world and in my own life, Iām grateful for the kindness of strangers.
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But one bright spot has been people I donāt even know. I posted about my breakup a few times (on and off reddit) and always got very sweet messages of support. As someone who doesnāt get the chance to talk to others often, this has been so helpful and genuinely healing to know that even if they donāt know me, people still care enough to reach out.
Iāve also joined a breakup support group - also very sweet people despite themselves struggling with the same issue. With so much turmoil in the world and in my own life, Iām grateful for the kindness of strangers.
2023.05.28 07:37 Warriorofjustice22 My case
 | When I was 20 years old I was invited by Jesse Daniel King / vincenzo king to live with him at Mt.tam Ridge apartments (now called Bell apartments) in Corte Madera, Marin. The way we met is he would constantly DM me on instagram until I gave in. He told me was Sicilian but had a lot of medication in different language. He would inject himself with what he said were āhormonesā. As I was in a vulnerable state,I complied, it was a new experience for me, I had never lived with a man that was my so-called āboyfriendā. At first jesse was kind, I helped him pay the apartment and gave him my full trust. I gave him roughly around 8k-10k. He told me his mother died and that he had cancer, as well that he was a private contractor for the army and that he had killed people. He showed signs of deep trauma in which I could relate to, I felt bad for him and wanted to offer a loving-kindness as I believe everyone can heal. I lived with him for two years. After the first two months that I lived with him he started to become aggressive, getting mad for every little thing (for example: I once clogged the kitchen sink because I was doing dishes) or he would get angry at his boss āTomā from Sausalito California an old man that he took care of but heavily complained about. I was very understanding of his emotions and the most patient I had ever been with anyone as I wanted to offer my full empathy. I did love him at one point but that was before I learned the truth and how I was backstabbed. Fast forward a couple months and I got pregnant. It was my first time getting pregnant, he immediately started to become even more aggressive and told me he didnāt want me to have the baby. I became heavily depressed and even dependent on him as I was scared to tell my parents and felt I couldnāt tell them what was going on. I was trapped in that one bedroom apartment, he would go out but I would always be stuck there for the sake of being loyal. He would always express to me how loyalty was important to him and I respected that. While I was pregnant he would flirt and go out to meet other women. He told me about his ex girlfriend āKatherineā of 7 years and how her mom and dad are powerful in the Air Force. I texted her once to ask her if Jesse was good to her, in which she replied āin hindsightā. I had no problem with her and left it at that. Jesse and Katherine kept in contact afterwards, I didnāt complain as I was scared he would get mad at me and call me toxic. During that same time he expressed interest in a neighbor called āAlisonā. He said not to worry about her as her husband was CHP, but he also said that he bet she āfucked like an animalā. Very concerning to hear but I ignored it so he wouldnāt have a fit. I was constantly walking on eggshells. After that, that is when Alison lindemann (lindermann, might not be her real name) knocked on our door. Jesse explained what happened from his point of view in the email screenshot attachments above. Alison was very aggressive towards me, after the altercation Jesse choke slammed me and strangled me for a minute before he ārealizedā what he was doing. I suffered a mild concussion. He then gave me a pill and that is when I lost my baby. I had no health care so I had to heal the natural way. I knew I lost my child because I had never experienced that pain before, he locked himself in the bathroom while I screamed in pain in the bedroom, not once did he ask if I was okay. I tolerated his behavior because I was scared and he blamed his anger on Cancer and his dead parents. After the lease ended he said he had no where to go so I invited him to live with my parents, my mom helped us move our things, he never said thank you. He had an anger fit towards my mom, and he was still being aggressive in my parents home. That is when I kicked him out, I didnāt want my siblings to witness his anger and get traumatized like I did. We then went our separate ways. Afterwards I found out that he never had cancer and both his parents were still alive. I knew because his parents would visit my job at chevron in Rockville road and intimidate me because Fairfield is their town/turf. I then found out that his āsisterā was Stevie king and her husband Alex , people I worked with at in n out in Fairfield when I was 18. I found this creepy and sad as I didnāt expect it from them. I also found out that he had a child with Shelby Larkin, and named her Kennedy at the same time I lost my baby. After I spoke up, my family and I dealt with retaliation. I have multiple evidence, from stalking, harassment from his friends and subliminals from his best friend kiana Melendez. I suffered a deep depression. I was scared to tell my parents so I posted it online instead. Hoping they wouldnāt suffer from retaliation but they still did. All of the attackers were from Travis Air Force, in Fairfield California (Katherineās mom and dad people) He had access to all money that he ākeptā for me. As well as my social security. Im first generation and he used my information to attack members of my family that were undocumented. An auntie in my family in Mexico was robbed significantly. I also suffered a financial loss. Since they wonāt stop I am forced to publicly my case again. I wish I wasnāt so stupid and never met him. The first king that bullied me was Caroline king, she followed me to a thrift shop and laughed at me with her friend group. Not one was a person of color. I didnāt know they were related until now. I was targeted. I hope my case helps others not be as naive as I was. Katherine and her mom followed me to Mexico to spy on me and Mexico City. Im pretty sure thatās illegal but I donāt know, they do a lot of ātoursā. Itās sad to see the US government abuse their power on the innocent. I was robbed, a family member of mine was killed, I lost my baby by force,i suffered postpartum depression, I was then gangstalked by Katherine and Jesses friends, My parents were intimidated by the Travis Air Force to keep me quiet. I felt trapped in that town as their beloved Air Force are āheroesā. What did I do that started their interest in me ? I went to a peaceful protest advocating against police brutality and for womenās rights. I missed family events and he wouldnāt let me go to Mexico City, I didnāt deserve this. My family and I also experienced a in house C4 bomb ātestā the day before my birthday. On my birthday I spent it in the 707 North Bay hospital, in which the Spaniard nurses there all seemed to have the same face as Katherine. They told me I was paranoid and agitated,they did an EKG on me but didnāt tell me why or what the procedure was. They also injected me with a shot when I told them not to, I am 23 and a ālegalā adult now so I would assume the doctors would have to respect my choice. But they didnāt, after my stay I felt like a zombie and suffered from a urinary tract infection that I didnāt have before my stay at that hospital. I donāt know how long I was knocked out but I spent a day and night there. I pleaded to go home and that I was okay and tried my best to not seem so āagitatedā but they declined and kept me still. I have video surveillance evidence of the C4 bomb ātestā as my parents have cameras inside the house. What was the most heartbreaking is that my little siblings also smelled the smell of C4. No kid should know what that smells like. I hope this spreads awareness on how dangerous these people are and how they abuse their power. I can forgive what happened to me but I am angry about what happened to my family. On my little sisters birthday, āKatieā another of Katherineās people inserted herself and did a pop-up on my families property, even went as far to call me a bitch. Now Katieās and all the kats protect their identities by calling themselves Kat now, reminds me of kkk. Which is still active is the 707 Bay Area. It seems as though the Travis Air Force uses the kkk to install fear into the lives of people of color in ātheirā communities, they also disguise themselves under being MAGA supporters. These are my facts, my story from my point of view. Iām sorry for speaking my truth. submitted by Warriorofjustice22 to u/Warriorofjustice22 [link] [comments] |
2023.05.28 07:36 Plane_Trick8320 New Diagnosis. RF >1000. 35 y/o
Diagnosed at 4:45 pm over the phone. I saw my labs and provider called me from his personal cell phone to give me the news off the clock.
How it started: Painful erythematous nodule on my shin and on my left knee.
I hit my leg in late December on a trailer hitch. No broken skin, en think about it afterwards. Three weeks later I developed what I thought was an abscess. Three rounds of antibiotics later and an I&D with negative wound culture (just many WBCs), I ended up having a non healing wound and had to see the wound clinic for several visits. Previously healthy, just with self-diagnosed Raynaudās. Well the same scenario happened after falling on my knee. Minor bruisin so insignificant I didnāt think of it afterwards except worrying it would end up like the other one.
Saw a provider 2 days ago. Casually mentioned I also had bilateral hand pain and weakness. Trouble opening the front door or opening a chip bag. Still dealing with intermittent knee pain/stiffness for 8 months. I have been going to PT for quadriceps tendinitis and have been frustrated with the lack of improvement. Aka knee pain that is totally gone at the end of the day but present for hours in the morning. Hard to get off the toilet or out of a chair. I think I have just had RA all this time.
Iāve been dismissing my own symptoms. I thought the hand pain was from embroidery so I stopped, but the pain continued (I started up again). My fingers were painful and swollen so I thought I had gained weight in my fingers. I have been unable to wear my wedding ring for weeks. I literally thought it was cause I had gained weight in my hands. I thought my knee pain and stiffness was from āgetting old and weakā. I thought I wasnāt exercising enough. I ride my horse 3-4 days per week but have just been thinking it was something I was doing wrong. The physical therapist has seemed unsure about the diagnosis.
I am a healthcare provider myself and I have been dismissing my symptoms for 8 months. I am worried about the amount of time it will take to see a rheumatologist. Has anyone started on MTX or other DMARDs with their pcp? In general, I am very upset about this diagnosis. It has been just over 24 hours since I got the lab results. I work this weekend so at least it takes my mind off my problem.
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How it started: Painful erythematous nodule on my shin and on my left knee.
I hit my leg in late December on a trailer hitch. No broken skin, en think about it afterwards. Three weeks later I developed what I thought was an abscess. Three rounds of antibiotics later and an I&D with negative wound culture (just many WBCs), I ended up having a non healing wound and had to see the wound clinic for several visits. Previously healthy, just with self-diagnosed Raynaudās. Well the same scenario happened after falling on my knee. Minor bruisin so insignificant I didnāt think of it afterwards except worrying it would end up like the other one.
Saw a provider 2 days ago. Casually mentioned I also had bilateral hand pain and weakness. Trouble opening the front door or opening a chip bag. Still dealing with intermittent knee pain/stiffness for 8 months. I have been going to PT for quadriceps tendinitis and have been frustrated with the lack of improvement. Aka knee pain that is totally gone at the end of the day but present for hours in the morning. Hard to get off the toilet or out of a chair. I think I have just had RA all this time.
Iāve been dismissing my own symptoms. I thought the hand pain was from embroidery so I stopped, but the pain continued (I started up again). My fingers were painful and swollen so I thought I had gained weight in my fingers. I have been unable to wear my wedding ring for weeks. I literally thought it was cause I had gained weight in my hands. I thought my knee pain and stiffness was from āgetting old and weakā. I thought I wasnāt exercising enough. I ride my horse 3-4 days per week but have just been thinking it was something I was doing wrong. The physical therapist has seemed unsure about the diagnosis.
I am a healthcare provider myself and I have been dismissing my symptoms for 8 months. I am worried about the amount of time it will take to see a rheumatologist. Has anyone started on MTX or other DMARDs with their pcp? In general, I am very upset about this diagnosis. It has been just over 24 hours since I got the lab results. I work this weekend so at least it takes my mind off my problem.
2023.05.28 07:36 More-Astronaut-1083 Should I make a claim to auto insurance
Alt account here
I am seeking some legal advice on If I should make a claim to my local auto insurance.
Here's the backstory:
I was riding a rented electric scooter with a friend today when a car and I grazed each other. They were turning right into a parking lot while I was going straight on the sidewalk. we both slowed down somewhat but because we slowed down we thought the other person will yield, so we both kept going. When I realized that they were not going to completely stop, I tried to do a swerve to the right to avoid bumping into them but was a little too late. A speck of paint about half the size of a palm came off in front of their front right wheel and a little paint came off of the left side of the front wheel on the scooter.
I don't have auto insurance and I didn't get their insurance number. I did get a picture of their driver's license
Should I make a claim to the auto insurance company or what would be the best course of action?
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I am seeking some legal advice on If I should make a claim to my local auto insurance.
Here's the backstory:
I was riding a rented electric scooter with a friend today when a car and I grazed each other. They were turning right into a parking lot while I was going straight on the sidewalk. we both slowed down somewhat but because we slowed down we thought the other person will yield, so we both kept going. When I realized that they were not going to completely stop, I tried to do a swerve to the right to avoid bumping into them but was a little too late. A speck of paint about half the size of a palm came off in front of their front right wheel and a little paint came off of the left side of the front wheel on the scooter.
I don't have auto insurance and I didn't get their insurance number. I did get a picture of their driver's license
Should I make a claim to the auto insurance company or what would be the best course of action?
2023.05.28 07:36 Mantis_Shrimp47 Blackberries in an Open Grave
Thereās an abandoned steel skeleton on the other side of the cemetery. It used to be a cell tower, or maybe it was for power lines; thereās no way to tell now. The blackberry plants are still there, though. They twist around the places where the metal still disappears into the dirt, the beams sunk deep into the ground despite the way the whole structure has fallen sideways into the grass. The graves are in almost the same state of disrepair, with most of the names scrubbed away by the rain and the wind. But thereās one heads tone that still gleams like it did on the day it was made, the marble cast with shifting shadows from the sugar-maple tree that looms over it. Charlotte Telor is etched into it, along with beloved.
Charlotteās mother, Ida, my grandmother, is eighty-three now. She can barely walk from all the cancers that have left her body weak, and she hobbles along with one hand on her husband's shoulder and one hand on mine. She kneels in front of Sharonās tomb and prays over it, then puts down new flowers to replace the old ones. She comes here so often that the previous flowers still look almost fresh. When Ina gets up, she has a stinging nettle rash on her right knee and an oak gall stuck to her sweater.
Theyād pick the blackberries, Charlotte and Ida, back when the tower was still standing proud over the cemetery. Charlotte loved to gather up a handful of berries and put one at the foot of every grave, with a pause between each to eat one herself, of course. She thought that each patch of dirt contained an angel, and she could gain their favor by feeding them. She picked up bits of tombstones and tried to fit the puzzle pieces back together, even when the graves looked like nothing more than a bare patch of dirt.
Ida goes to church every Sunday and puts her whole heart into it, singing as loud as her throat can manage, even when it hurts her. She bakes bread once a month to share at the community dinners, donates candles for Christmas service, and is generally a pillar of the Spartanburg community.
āThey all came over when Charlotte died,ā Ida told me. āAll of my friends, every single one of them.ā She didnāt spend a moment alone, and she didnāt have to cook for herself for a month. There was a collection sent around, the following Sunday, to pay for Charlotte's medical bills.
It started when Charlotte started walking around hunched over, her arms wrapped tight around her stomach. When she started vomiting and didnāt stop, Ida took her to the emergency room in their old car, rattling over the potholes at seventy miles an hour. They were sent away at the emergency room, though, because Charlotte wasnāt crying and it was busy. Another day passed. Charlotte grew more and more sick. They went back to the emergency room, and finally talked to a doctor.
The doctor looked her over, pressed on her belly, and then went silent. He picked her up and took her into the next room without a single word, except to brush off the secretary.
āThey need to sign in,ā the secretary said.
āNo time,ā the doctor answered, his voice still deathly quiet.
Ida doesnāt remember what happened after that. Itās lost to her in a haze of grief and people running. All she knows is that her baby died from a burst appendix because she was sent away the first time they went to the doctor. Charlotte was two years old. She was buried in the same cemetery that she used to hunt for blackberries in.
āShe didnāt cry,ā Ida said. āThe whole time, she didnāt cry. The doctors told me that she must have had such a massive tolerance for pain.ā
But my grandmother tells me something different. "I saw them take her," Ida says. "The demons. They crawled out of the graves and killed Charlotte's blackberry angels."
According to Ida, she didn't cry because the demons had stuffed their claim into her mouth, gagged her on their rotting flesh and planted their poison in her.
āThe God that I know is a loving God,ā Ina said. "I don't know how he could let that happen."
She is eighty-three years old and losing a child is still the worst thing that has ever happened to her. Her confession to me, in an ashamed whisper, is that she can only keep going because she knows that she will see Charlotte again, one way or another. She's been catching glimpses of the demons out of the corners of her eyes for decades.
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Charlotteās mother, Ida, my grandmother, is eighty-three now. She can barely walk from all the cancers that have left her body weak, and she hobbles along with one hand on her husband's shoulder and one hand on mine. She kneels in front of Sharonās tomb and prays over it, then puts down new flowers to replace the old ones. She comes here so often that the previous flowers still look almost fresh. When Ina gets up, she has a stinging nettle rash on her right knee and an oak gall stuck to her sweater.
Theyād pick the blackberries, Charlotte and Ida, back when the tower was still standing proud over the cemetery. Charlotte loved to gather up a handful of berries and put one at the foot of every grave, with a pause between each to eat one herself, of course. She thought that each patch of dirt contained an angel, and she could gain their favor by feeding them. She picked up bits of tombstones and tried to fit the puzzle pieces back together, even when the graves looked like nothing more than a bare patch of dirt.
Ida goes to church every Sunday and puts her whole heart into it, singing as loud as her throat can manage, even when it hurts her. She bakes bread once a month to share at the community dinners, donates candles for Christmas service, and is generally a pillar of the Spartanburg community.
āThey all came over when Charlotte died,ā Ida told me. āAll of my friends, every single one of them.ā She didnāt spend a moment alone, and she didnāt have to cook for herself for a month. There was a collection sent around, the following Sunday, to pay for Charlotte's medical bills.
It started when Charlotte started walking around hunched over, her arms wrapped tight around her stomach. When she started vomiting and didnāt stop, Ida took her to the emergency room in their old car, rattling over the potholes at seventy miles an hour. They were sent away at the emergency room, though, because Charlotte wasnāt crying and it was busy. Another day passed. Charlotte grew more and more sick. They went back to the emergency room, and finally talked to a doctor.
The doctor looked her over, pressed on her belly, and then went silent. He picked her up and took her into the next room without a single word, except to brush off the secretary.
āThey need to sign in,ā the secretary said.
āNo time,ā the doctor answered, his voice still deathly quiet.
Ida doesnāt remember what happened after that. Itās lost to her in a haze of grief and people running. All she knows is that her baby died from a burst appendix because she was sent away the first time they went to the doctor. Charlotte was two years old. She was buried in the same cemetery that she used to hunt for blackberries in.
āShe didnāt cry,ā Ida said. āThe whole time, she didnāt cry. The doctors told me that she must have had such a massive tolerance for pain.ā
But my grandmother tells me something different. "I saw them take her," Ida says. "The demons. They crawled out of the graves and killed Charlotte's blackberry angels."
According to Ida, she didn't cry because the demons had stuffed their claim into her mouth, gagged her on their rotting flesh and planted their poison in her.
āThe God that I know is a loving God,ā Ina said. "I don't know how he could let that happen."
She is eighty-three years old and losing a child is still the worst thing that has ever happened to her. Her confession to me, in an ashamed whisper, is that she can only keep going because she knows that she will see Charlotte again, one way or another. She's been catching glimpses of the demons out of the corners of her eyes for decades.