Cozy wall furnace wiring diagram

Found in basement

2023.06.03 19:16 anewfoundmatt Found in basement

Found in basement
Replacing my thermostat and found random wires in the walls that run down to this in the basement. Anybody know what the heck it is?
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2023.06.03 19:15 Jainelle I made a dog house under my stairs. I used left over wood flooring, moved a wire, sheetrock'd the walls, textured, painted, & base moulding. Used the back side of the flooring to make the siding on the house front, & topped it off w/ wood shims as shingles. Left over house paint & wood stain.

I made a dog house under my stairs. I used left over wood flooring, moved a wire, sheetrock'd the walls, textured, painted, & base moulding. Used the back side of the flooring to make the siding on the house front, & topped it off w/ wood shims as shingles. Left over house paint & wood stain. submitted by Jainelle to somethingimade [link] [comments]

2023.06.03 19:14 SYzAxBEAST Can I Drill Holes to Mount Fan Controller Safely?

Can I Drill Holes to Mount Fan Controller Safely?
I want to mount a ceiling fan controller next to my light switches. My stud finder gives me the electricity icon when I hold it where I want to. But these screws are tiny so I wanted to ask here if it’s okay or not? I don’t really know what kind of wiring to expect behind the wall so I don’t know if this would be an issue and the electric warning is just making me cautious.
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2023.06.03 19:11 Sweet-Register3628 [Geology: Fault ID] Confused, Do My Answers Look Right? Why am I Wrong?

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2023.06.03 18:48 kill_head [TOMT] [HORROR MOVIE]

So this movie was on Netflix a while ago and it’s honestly one of my favourite horrors if not movies ever. But I cannot find it ANYWHERE. It’s about this group of 4? People who are investigating the occult, and at the beginning of the movie, they stop to read a map or something along those lines. Whilst they’re looking, they see a woman banging on a parking garage up high looking through a wired wall that usually prevents jumpers. Later you find out that the woman they saw is actually one of the women in the car, and that they were seeing into the future of them trying to warn themselves to turn back. Another part of the movie I remember is when the group discover a cult that is about to sacrifice a girl but they intervene, causing them to be chased and take the girl back to a hotel.
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2023.06.03 18:37 Varro35 Varro Trading Journal 6/3/2023

Varro Trading Journal 6/3/2023
Hi All,
I am going to start turning these posts into more of a trading journal because there is a limited amount of new information to put out that I haven’t already covered in the past. In my personal life we just gave birth to a baby girl last week and I have a 20 month old son so time has become even more valuable than it was before. I have decided to take trading much more seriously. I am attempting to focus on both my career in tech sales and in trading. I am doing less of some of the things I enjoy but that are getting in the way such as video games, surfing Reddit, and watching the market. I will start keeping track of overall trading account balance, monthly performance, and log every trade. I believe I have all the tools needed to create true wealth - time to stop fucking around. Below is a collection of working notes that I am working with that some may fund useful:
Risk Management
  • Risk management is paramount and what separates the professionals from the amateurs. This has been a weakness of mine in that I have failed to reduce losses, protect profits, and take profits the last few years
  • Parameters (Work in Process)
    • Once up 20%, 10% trailing stop 1/4 of target profit. - experimenting with trailing stop. Sell 50-100% at target. Let 0-50% ride with trailing stop
    • Set time you want out by
    • Standard Equity Position 25%
    • Standard Options 1.2% (5 positions). Stop based on underlying. Real Option Player
    • Weeklies .5% (.005) 25% stop?
    • Write calls on STLD or NUE always on margin account
Trading Strategies
  1. Thetagang: Sell puts on stocks I wouldn't mind owning that are expensive vs Thetagang scraper. Sell puts every month with margin account.
  2. Steel: Buy at low valuation to mid, short at mid to high depending on fundamentals. 15% stop. Sell 50-100% at target. Trailing stop 25% of target move continuous. Own BRK.B/VOO otherwise? Or go into tech.
  3. 6% of book on options for the above
  4. Sir Jack style trading on up to 100% of book with standard risk management
  5. Weeklies: buy / sell on extreme moves and all boxes checked especially RSI and targets
  6. Buy leap calls / puts at extreme ends of ranges
  7. Buy / sell all extreme RSI events for short term tight stop trades. E.G. Buying back STLD short at 102 on sub 30 RSI and it bounced to 110
  8. Tech vs Cyclicals: They always seem to move in opposite directions. Play to my advantage.I will start watching/trading 5-10 tech stocks such as NVDA, TSLA, SNOW etc in much more depth
Trade Checklist
  1. KISS
  2. Do you know you will make money on a trade, even if you are closing another position to open this one? Worth diversification.
  3. Check charts Monthly, Weekly, Daily and go with the flow of the river if possible
    1. In: AI, Crypto, mega cap tech
    2. Out: cyclicals , energy, EV: Can cycle in when stocks are down 40-70%
  4. Fundamentals: SeekingAlpha/ Reddit / Investor Presentation / 10k / Analyst Reports / Earnings Call Transcript + Release + Presentation
  5. FeaGreed Index the opposite of what you are doing
  6. RSI (Below 35 / Above 70) / Finviz / Moving Averages / Channels / Pendants / Trends/ Elliott Wave (Fibonacci 38%, 62%) / MACD?
  7. Implied vol on options the opposite of what you are doing (High for buying calls, low for buying. puts)
  8. Social Media greed/love on things to sell, panic/hate on things to buy. More important than fundamentals
  9. Historical Trades. Did you buy a lot higher or sell a lot lower a long time ago and fundamentals improved?
  10. No more scaling into a position unless it is for a better price. I generally like being just in or just out at excellent times
  11. Last 3 months of options
  12. Options Book
  13. Buying Option = 20% chance of finishing profitable
  14. Selling Option = 90% chance of not finishing in the money
  15. Target + Stoploss + move stop up with profits. No more giving up profits. Most trades retrace. Options = 25% increments or move with underlying?
  16. Vol Trends VIX, Individual Ticker, IV for an option vs actual realized vol:
  17. ISM / Dodge manufacturing index
  18. Check upcoming earnings / guidance / news
  19. Institutional ownership
Broader Market Outlook: Bullish
  • We are like 17 months into the bear market if it keeps going it would be the longest of all time.
  • Debt ceiling: done
  • Bank crisis: done
  • Fed raising: prob done
  • On the steel side MT TX CMC X STLD all at buy areas. Commodities look like shit therefore time to buy. Though steel always had strong guides forward curve lowish. Prime scrap supportive tho and a better indicator IMO. Steel is ultimately going to follow the broader economy as a hyper cyclical industry.
Steel Fundamentals
  1. I do not have better information than what is found on steel reports, earnings calls etc and have no true edge. I do NOT have a strong view specific to steel right now on if things are looking bullish or bearish on the fundamentals but I do believe we may be entering a new global bull market in equities.
  2. I am generally just buying things that get too cheap and selling when they get too expensive.
  3. I am not taking a view on what the Fed will do, and whether or not there will be a recession but will generally be bullish, bearish, or undecided on the overall market.
  4. Generally speaking we just went through a big restocking in North America which pushed up prices very nicely but has since subsided. We still have hot rolled mills ramping such as Gallatin 1.5M, Sinton 3M.
  5. All of the steel CEOs are bullish the market in 2023 and see a ton of strength in most of their end markets
  6. There are long term trends that are supportive of North American steel equities:
    1. Oligopoly in North America with NUE, STLD, X, CLF
    2. Mexican producer AHMSA bankrupt, may come back but could take years. 5 million tons of hot rolled offline
    3. China re-opening
    4. Europe restock, will we get one here? Would benefit MT, X
    5. Turkey Situation: exporting less crap, absorbing lots of rebar etc for rebuilding
    6. Onshoring, Chips Act, Inflation Reduction Act, Infrastructure spending are all supportive
  7. Here are risks to the downside:
    1. We actually get that recession everybody has been expecting for over a year now
    2. More imports
    3. Market meltdown
    4. Russia/China being fuckboys war wise
    5. Environmental regs come out of nowhere
Steel Valuations
Selected Steel Company Notes
  1. MT: I am bullish on MT. I believe this name has been shit on for too long and getting too cheap. The CFO said flat out on the earnings call that the stock is undervalued. New 85 million share repurchase program. Cheap. I moved up my multiples. They also said restocking needs to occur in Europe. 50% of FCF will be returned to shareholders.
  2. TX: Great company, I call it the “Nucor of the South”. Dirt cheap and low float due to a billionaire owning 80% of the company. Big beneficiary from AHSMA going bankrupt, Mexico onshoring very strong.
  3. CMC: Could be the best positioned at the moment, wall street loves CMC. Two new micro mills. CEO expecting 2-3 years of a bull market for them.
  4. X: Great company completing a turnaround. I believe they are 5-10 years ahead of CLF. INSANELY profitable the last few years. Wall street hates X. Nice tubular profits last Q, hot rolled rough as it is across the board. They will have low or negative FCF for awhile as they build Big River 2 and new NGO Electrical line. Producing some Pig iron for vertical integration. Blast furnaces + EAF combo.
  5. STLD: Best run steel company globally IMO. 92% run rate vs industry 78%. Some of the highest margins. Strong culture and pay for performance. 70% of steel / fabrication are value added. Going into the aluminum business as raw steel seems played out. There has not been a new aluminum mill in North America in 40 years. I beles.ieve they could do what NUE and STLD did to the steel industry which was come in as the new low cost producer and beat everybody’s ass
  6. NUE: The king of North America. Moving much deeper into downstream and steel products. With NUE and STLD moving away from raw steel production this might give a hint as to what companies SHOULD be doing. Of course they could be wrong. 200 Quarter Dividend Aristocrat. Aiming for $10.25 EBITDA through cycle run rate which should be over $10 per share in baseline EPS.
  7. CLF: I am returning to hating the company so everybody should take this as a buy signal. The bottom line is they have a nice business with auto, HBI, electrical steel. However most of their business is on assets that have almost never made money the last 50 years. They have the worst balance sheet and margins in North America. From a purely economic perspective North America needs to continue shutting down blast furnaces and CLF might be in a position to be FORCED to do it versus X who probably WANTS to get rid of blast furnaces + union labor. MT might come out ahead on their sale of their North American assets to CLF. I was briefly derailed from my bearish views by their seemingly high locked in auto contracts but they lost money the last 2 quarters. I was long at $17 with a $24 target that was never hit as the banking crisis took hold. As an example of shitty risk management I lost money on the trade instead of taking profits on a trailing stop. There is always a story for the future and disappointing profits now. I have significantly reduced my base through cycle EPS until theory prove me wrong.
Trading Book Positions
CMC Shares + Jan 50 Calls
MT Sept 30 Calls
STLD Shares + Short STLD June 85 Puts + Long STLD June 100 Calls
TX Shares + TX Aug 40 Calls
X Shares + Oct 25 Calls
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2023.06.03 18:37 UhOhItsLenny Brand new home, why does GFI right off the breaker box keep tripping?

I can’t imagine this was wired incorrectly since it is a brand new house. Just wondering what the logic is here.
My breaker box has a breaker labeled “panel & sump” and from what I can tell there are only 2 outlets on this breaker. The first one is a GFI outlet right next to my breaker panel. Then a few feet away is a regular outlet for my sump pump.
The GFI outlet keeps tripping and will not work. I press reset and then it just auto trips within one second. So the outlet for my sump pump doesn’t work because the GFI won’t power it.
How do I get the GFI to work properly? Does this even need to be a GFI? Should I post pictures of the GFI wiring?
Both outlets are about 3-4 ft off the ground and in my utility room with my furnace and water heater
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2023.06.03 18:36 tierangst Adding Sub Panel in Basement

I'm about to finish my basement based on the floor plans pictured and have a few questions for wiring it.
Should I bring the stuff from the main down to the sub for all of the stuff that's in the basement: furnace, washedryer, etc? I think it'll be easier for future maintenance and it'll clean up the main panel but it all currently works. If I move it down, do I need to run brand new wire or is the old stuff good since it'll be a shorter run?
What size breaker do I need to feed the sub panel based on whether or not I move the stuff down as well as adding 2 bedrooms and a full bathroom?
Copper or aluminum wire to feed the sub panel and what size based on the breaker recommendation?
I'm running separate light and outlet breakers for each room. Do the lights require the afci/gfci or just the outlets?
Open to general tips and suggestions based on what you see here. I've done plenty of electrical before, just never a full panel install.
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2023.06.03 18:18 Rusted-1 Stronger Together 13

It’s pure insanity himself CHOKING HAZARD!!! Disciple of the old Chaos! Bet none of you saw that coming! What a surprise! Hope you all are having a good time so far! This fanfic is based off the fanfic The isolationists, by Seeyouon_otherside. Constructive criticism is appreciated.
Memory Transcript Subject: Alvaro, Human of the wanderer fleet.
It was great to see Hazard again! Although his speaker had come a bit loose and he was bleeding on me.
“AHAHAH!” Hazard screamed. “Sorry, some of these WONDERFUL cybernetics are still integrating themselves into my body! “
I smiled at that. “You have to tell me about all the new ones you got! I’m sure you made some great improvements.”
He got up and looked at me strangely. Then surprise and anger spread across his face.YOU LIMBS!! YOUR EYES?! WHO DID THIS TO YOU?! I WILL KILL THEM ALL!” Ah yeah kinda forgot about that.
I tried to calm him down. “Don’t worry the people who did this to me are long dead!”
That seemed to calm him down a bit. I realized he got taller! He was now [10 feet] tall! He menacingly laughed again and got up. Then continuing as if nothing had happened. “I have made TONS of improvements, AHAHAHAHAHAHHAH! Come come! Let’s talk in my place, or a part of it that’s more, well clean.” He casually said as he turned on a flamethrower that he did not have installed before and started to burn a random dead Krakotl. He seemingly got lost in the flames light for a bit and his head began to rock back and forth as he hummed to himself. Once the body was nothing but ash he giggled again. “Follow me!”
I turned to give both Leminarc and Anax a thumbs up but they just seemed really uncomfortable. “Ah don’t worry guys he won’t harm you.”
Anax gave me a worried look. “You're sure?”
I smiled gently. “Positive. He’s really gentle with most of his friends.”
Lemon raised an eyebrow. “He thinks of us as his friends?.”
I nodded. “If you travel with me he will consider you a friend yeah.”
With that we continued out of the room and down another hallway passing more bodies, but they noticeably started to clear up the closer we got to what I assumed was his home. There started to be more and more panels taken apart, wires hanging out of the ceiling, walls, and pipes coming out the floor as if he had been modifying the place, which he most likely was. More and more of this became apparent as we got closer. Some sections had been entirely changed to a new look.
“Oh hang on! I forgot!”
Anax’s head whipped around! “Forgot what?”
Hazard then proceeded to shout a series of beeps and whistles with his speaker mouth thing. After that we heard a bunch of beeps come from around the hall. We turned the Corner and were greeted with the sight of ceiling, wall, and floor mounted turrets. All of Arxur design. “When the Feds, ugh Feds funny nickname Hahah, would bring captured Arxur here they also brought all of their weapons and smaller ships and stored them here hehehe.” He began to explain. “This place is even bigger than what the outside tells you and it’s already huge, the largest space station built this side of the known galaxy. It’s quite awesome. They have entire hangars full of fighters, bombers, interceptors, and even four experimental compact light Cruisers that are docked directly into the station. HAHAHAHHA! There pretty neat, they also brought a lot of the Arxur turrets here for study.”
“Wait, wouldn't a station like this have automated security, like turrets and other things?” Asked Lemon.
“HAHAHAHHA! You're smart!” Was Hazards reply. “Yep it does, auto rail guns, cannons, auto turrets, torpedo tubes, all fully automated, but I’ve only been able to get small parts working at a time. It’s taking a while cuz’ this place has better cyber security then any ship I’ve encountered. Also the more digging I did into the files here I actually realized something. This isn’t a medical or research station, it’s a mobile base. For invading other places and territories. HAHAHAHHA! Invasions ahhhhhh, the federation always liked to send their CHILDREN into the slaughter…ugh.”
Hazard then began to say something then randomly chanted something. Stopped moving entirely for a few seconds, then spoke again.
“It wouldn’t surprise me that once the federation dealt with the Axur they would have used stations like this to continue expanding, killing any predator species they came across, until they hit White-outs children’s home system. The second the federation, heheh, threatened them, haha! He would have SLAUGHTERED THE FEDERATION LIKE THE MONSTERS THEY ARE AHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAH THEY NEVER AND WILL NEVER STOOD A CHANCE AGAINST A CHAOS GOD!!! AAAAAHHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAA!
Hazard laughed like a lunatic for about a minute before calming down, Lemon gave me a concerned look, all I could do was manage a shrug. Then Lemon asked. “Who or what is White-out?” I shrugged. “I’d only heard Hazard mention this White-out a few times but only in passing or when killing federation and Dominion members, I believe it’s his religion or something else like that, I’m not totally sure, it could just be Hazard being Hazard. I’m not a hundred percent sure.” We looked back at Hazard. “Ah, White-out, last of his kind. Cheers big man.” He made a ‘cheers’ motion with his hand, then we reached the door to what I could assume was his home. He then spoke, to us I think, again. “Anyhow I’m pretty sure this is the only station like this, which surprises me as this place is extremely effective. It’s almost as if when the federation higher ups realized how effective this place was they stopped making more. It’s extremely odd. HAHAHAH! Ah the federation, stopping things that could stop this war!”
Hazard then opened the door using some kind of keypad. It was…really clean. There were some sort of roomba robots cleaning the walls, ceilings, and floors. The bed was perfectly made. There were photos of a lot of people I did not recognize, mainly human, on the walls. One wall was covered with guns, swords, and other weapons. It was extremely nicely furnished and not something you would expect of a man like Hazard but you always have to be ready for the unexpected with him.
Hazard gestures to some beautifully designed chairs for us to sit in. “You guys find a niiiiiiice seat! I’ll get the drinks and food! What would you like to drink?”
“I’ll have some water please.” Was my response.
Anax and lemon looked at each other then back at Hazard. “I’ll have water too, please.” Anax said.
“…and I’ll have some wine?” Lemon requested.
“Ah sorry I don’t have any wine! I use that stuff and turn it into molotov cocktails but, HAHAHAHA! WATER THE ORIGINAL ESSENCE OF LIFE MUUUAHAHAHAHAHAH! I’ll be right back! With that he turned around and left. Leaving us in the surprisingly nice room.
“Are you sure he's safe?” Asked Anax
I simply smiled at him “Oh I’m positive.”
Hazard soon returned with water for all of us and…meat? “I know what you're thinking. MEAT AHAHHAAH!! Where did you get the meat you are asking?!? Don’t worry! The Feds captured some humans…” his hand tightened around his glass and he stared off into space for a bit then composed himself again. “And took their meat cloning tech but I stole It back, AAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAH! So don’t worry it’s all earth based cattle, pig, sheep, and other farm animals! I’ll tell you more later but Alvaro I just have to hear what you have been doing! How have you been?!”
With that I retold my tale of how I got here, to say that he was expressive would’ve been an understatement. His eye would change to so many colors it was like a rainbow. His armor plates would shift around with his changing mood, rising up with surprise or joy, and forming sharp spikes when angry or frustrated. They would also smooth over whenever he seemingly liked something. “Wow…you have KIDS!!! AHAHHAHA! That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you. You're married too…dude that’s amazing. I’m so glad that you found someone! I can’t wait to meet them AND TEACH THEM THE WAYS OF…uh, oh?” Hazard then looked to his left and spoke in a language that our translators did not understand. He seemed to be fully immersed in a conversation with, whatever or whoever he was talking to even though there was nothing there. After a minute he then stopped and looked back at us. I took this as my cue to continue.
I smiled then asked the question. “How did you end up here?” His smile faded a little.
“Ah, a very good question. When we were captured and I was brought to a re-education camp, they failed to realize how insane I actually was. HAHAHAHAHH! THE BLESSINGS OF CHAOS CONTAINED WITHIN ME ARE A BLESSING OF REALITY AHAHAHHAH! Ah I still hear their screams as I killed them for trying to harm the younger ones there. They had stripped me of my mech suit then so I was just a normal augmented Venlil. I was brought to this station about two earth months ago and had a series of tests on me, OOHHHHH THE THINGS THEY DID AAAHHHHGGG! Anyway thankfully my augments filtered out all of the drugs they tried on me so I was unaffected by them. What they did to the others…it was unforgivable.” Then he got a look of pure focus. It was the most sane I had ever seen him. “What they did to the people here, the children too, they all came from parents that were diagnosed with predator disease, most born on this very station never understanding why they were so abused. I tried so hard to keep them happy. Most ended up being disposed of because the federation was simply done with them. Most saw me as uncle metal, I loved that nickname…”
I reached out to touch him on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. “Buddy we don’t have to talk about this if it’s too painful. We can leave it there” He held up his hand to stop me. Then resumed.
“I…remember it was my third month here and I was holding a Kolshan that had been surgically combined with a Tilfish, she was such young girl, and in agony…I held her as she died in my arms. I can still hear her asking the question, what did I do to deserve this? I didn’t have the heart to tell her, she did nothing wrong to deserve it. Then she died.” His glass shattered in his metal hand as he crushed it. “They took her body away. Then they took her apart to figure out why she died. It…it was too much. I Asked White-out what I was doing here.”
Hazard looked down for a moment, then back at us. “Then the answer came. I was brushing a young defective, he was so nice, Arxurs scales, who was also born on the station. They…they took his arms and replaced them with… very small plastic arms…When I heard this horrible wail. Then in the human language Swedish I heard, “don’t hurt her please”, I looked up and I saw two human beings dragged apart by laughing federation exterminators. I…I don’t know we’re they got the humans from…and…I still don’t know what happened. I saw red and the next thing I knew I was standing there over the exterminators, with…with…his halberd in my hand, the deed bringer.” He then opened and closed his hand as if testing to see if whatever he was talking about was still there. I looked at Lemon and Anax and they looked at me. I just shrugged. This was new even for him.
“Then I realized the smart guy was waiting for the humans to show up knowing how I would react. I took his halberd and slaughtered all in my path. I made my way to my suit.” He gestured to the mech suit he was wearing. “And let loose, I could FEEL all the ANGER, THE HATE, THE AGONY that the federation did to the souls around. I felt those souls all around me, unable to enter the next life without revenge, and so I let them into me, to guide my hand in the slaughter, hundreds of angry, hateful, festering souls entered my body.” He breathed in and continued.
“We held nothing back. Every weapon I had at my disposal was used, every shell, bullet, saw, flamethrower. AHAHAHHAHAHAHHA! I could feel the glee and joy from them at every federation personnel that fell and died. Until they were all dead, I felt the souls leave in peace. Then I was surrounded by bodies, blood, and prisoners, hehehhehe. I helped to free them all. Got them to some FTL worthy ships and said good luck. I stayed here to continue cleaning out the place. Then I made this.”
He got up and moved to the other side of the room, and pulled out an extremely large book. It had a tough cover. Made with paper and all. “Per federation rule, they had to photograph every contamination they disposed of over the years, who were the prisoners here. I cataloged every child they killed and put them in this book” It was a big book. He opened it and we got to see all of them, each photo had a name under it, there were about twenty photos per page. There were hundreds of pages. “They were all so young, some only months old. Some had names. Most had numbers. So I gave them names based on their numbers.”
He traced his hand over the pages. “I couldn’t save them…they all deserved life, a true beginning. All they got was some needles poked into them and limbs moved or added, then they were discarded like trash.”
He closed the book gently and brushed his hand over it. “I remained here, drawing in federation ships using distress singles, hacking into their pathetic security. Turning their weapons against each other, causing their FTL drives to self-destruct, killing as many as I could. It was never enough. Now…almost no ships come, you're the first in over a week.” He stopped and put his hands on his head. “I couldn’t save them…” then to my surprise Lemon got up and hugged him, then I did. Anax looked as though he had been mentally hit by a train.
Hazard held us both back and began to rock back and forth, back and forth.
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2023.06.03 18:10 Helpful_Cheek2448 Need some advice on how to improve my little nook.

Need some advice on how to improve my little nook.
So this is a work in progress. I just bought a kit to deal with the wires under my desk and I've only just started arranging things. I'm putting my own paintings on the walls and plants everywhere, I frosted the window myself and hung the plant baskets. The other side of the room is my husband's setup and our tropical fish tank; it has a waterfall filter so it's super relaxing in here. I'm needing some advice on possible changes, storage options, basically any way I can de-clutter the desk and do something under the desk to hide things or make some storage. I'm in a small house so space saving is a must. I'd like some ideas on monitor mounts that don't take up a lot of room. And maybe a mic stand that is a lot more flexible for a condenser mic. I've been looking at storage ideas but nothing I've found really suits a space saving kind of setup.
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2023.06.03 18:09 Accomplished-Comb-77 Redesigning my home network

Redesigning my home network
Hello all,
Just for you to know, I have a little hands-on experience in setting networks (VLANs, basic routing) but it is not really my field of expertise (I am eager to learn since one of my work project kind of throw me at the subject).
After postposing it a long time, I started to design a new layout for my wired and wireless home networks. The goal of this new design is to keep my smart devices (converter, Home Assistant, Zigbee Hub, ...) separated as much as possible of my other network devices (computers, TV, ...). Only keeping an access to the Home Assistant VM to be able to monitor my Solar panel production.
I have 5 different locations:
  1. Technical room,
  2. Living room,
  3. Office room,
  4. Bedroom 1,
  5. Bedroom 2.
There are ethernet cables going through the walls from the technical room to every other location.
The hardware that I have is as follow:
  1. Routers: 1* ISP router (4 ports +Wifi), 1* Router (4 ports +Wifi).
  2. Switches manageables: 1* 8 ports, 1* 5 ports.
  3. Smart devices: solar panels converter (1 port), Zigbee hub (1port).
  4. Computers: 3* computers (1port), 1* server (2 ports).
  5. Misc: TV Box (1 port) and console (1 port).
Here is below, the design I think I will go with:
I plan to update to this new design by:
  1. First, rewiring the network and keeping every devices in same IP range and subnet.
  2. Second, migrate every blue line to a VLAN and every green line to a second VLAN. The red line should be a trunk port carrying both VLAN to the ISP modem for internet traffic.
The proxmox server is not fully functionnal (only Home assistant and PiHole are working). The rest is another field I would like to improve my knowledge on it (again totally not my field of expertise).
Do you have advices to improve this (wiring differently, increase number of VLANs, ...) ? Thanks a lot ! :)
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2023.06.03 17:57 tryna_write DO NOT TRESPASS ALONE

I parked in the tower's lot, letting my headlights bore into the amalgam of twisted metal and glass for a few moments before shutting them off.
Josh muttered, his voice low. "We're really doing this, huh?"
He ran a hand through his mop of curly hair— a dumb tic he developed last summer when his girlfriend, Annabeth, told him it was sexy. She was beside him now, cuddled up in the backseat across his lap.
I glanced at my own girlfriend, Ellie, in the passenger seat. She was trying her damndest to appear brave, but I knew better. There was no way she was comfortable with trespassing tonight.
I sighed, realizing that Josh would also chicken out.
"We're doing this? You sure you want to come?" I prodded.
Josh shifted in his seat, hand running through his hair yet again. "Maybe it's better if I stay in the truck.”
Annabeth shrugged next to him, unsurprised.
"Me, too,” Ellie chimed in, nodding at Josh.
Annabeth met my eyes, a glimmer of understanding passing between us. Our partners were both boring, god-awful goody two shoes.
"Pussies," I jabbed, swinging open my door without giving them a moment to respond.
Annabeth hopped out behind me, waving at the two losers in the truck before spinning towards me with a grin on her face.
"They're weird," she said, rolling her eyes.
For a moment, I was drinking in the way her golden hair shimmered in the moonlight. A light breeze tickled at our faces, sending sparkles of her moon-lit hair between us.
"Yup," I mustered.
I turned, strolling towards the chain link fence that formed a circular perimeter around the base of Sabe's Tower.
Sabe’s Tower. Thirteen stories of abandoned potential, whispering of times past when our town's inhabitants thought we'd hit a population boom, becoming the Houston of West Virginia. In the 70s, our success was tied to coal. Jobs flooded in, and with them, a myriad of people trying to make their way in life. Then the mines abruptly ran dry, decimating our town's economy. Since that time, our population has done nothing but dwindle.
Sabe’s Tower. Thirteen stories of decaying grandeur, silently rotting from the inside out. Some say that's what happened to Sabe himself— a rot took hold in his core, spreading and spreading until nothing but rot was left. In the end, he took his own life, which some say was for the best. He was a greedy fool, the wealthiest man for miles, owning half the surrounding countryside before the mining industry took off. Made a fortune selling his family's land to coal companies, putting every ounce of profit into making his towering hotel more luxurious than a Ritz Carlton.
Sabe’s Tower. Thirteen stories of failed dreams, now screaming vulgar obscenities at our eyes. It is a truly ugly behemoth, domineering our town's skyline with unmerited arrogance. Sabe thought painting the tower purple would give it an air of majesty, like royalties of the past, swaddled in silky lavender robes. His aspiration, after all, was nothing less than to emulate the sacred Tabernacle of Moses, to make his hotel a dwelling place for gods among men. In its current state of disrepair, however, the tower was no more than an eyesore— a visual cacophony of broken glass, peeling sickly-purple paint, and rusted steel inlays.
Adding to the hotel's disgrace, it was cylindrical in form, perched atop the highest peak for miles, jutting into the sky like a middle finger to the gods. Its phallic outline stood in stark contrast to the run-down strip malls lying in its wake.
The fence surrounding the tower was a bit too tall and a bit too wobbly to safely scale, so we circled, looking for an entry point. Every few yards, a DO NOT TRESPASS sign hung, tied to the fence with zip-ties in each corner. Someone had taken the liberty to spray paint a word underneath each sign, now making them all read:
"Good thing you're coming with me," I joked, pointing at one of the signs.
Annabeth paused to read it for a moment. "Yeah... kinda weird that someone did that. I wonder why?"
I shrugged, continuing around the perimeter.
Eventually, we found a gate in the fence, held closed with chains at waist level. The gate's post careened steeply outward, creating a manageable gap near the top. The gate post was only held in place by the chains, not even slightly anchored to the ground. Without too much of a struggle, we hoisted ourselves up and through the gap.
Once inside the fence, I found myself spellbound by the abandoned hotel. The stars in the night sky reflected across the windows, bending and warping around the curved perimeter. Each glimmer of starlight turned into dizzying fractals, melding together and slipping between the shards of broken glass with each shift of my gaze.
The result was honestly breathtaking.
At night, the eyesoriffic tower was beautiful. Its silhouette dared to embrace the star-studded cosmos, standing with a quiet dignity that defied its daytime mockery.
I felt Annabeth shuffle beside me.
Suddenly, her phone flashlight was on, illuminating a path through overgrown concrete to the tower. At the end of the path was the structure’s entrance— a gaping hole with no attempt to conceal the darkness within.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" I yelled, spinning to face her.
"W... What do you mean?" she stuttered.
"Turn that off, you idiot," I explained, lowering my voice. "Someone might see the light and call the cops."
The light flicked off, Annabeth mumbling apologies.
I blinked away the afterimage of weeds eating through the concrete lot, silently cursing myself for being so ridiculously hostile toward her.
"Sorry," I mumbled.
"You're good, Donovan" she whispered, brushing her hand across my arm.
As we continued to the open doorway, the outside of the tower came into focus. It was far further dilapidated than I had realized— each accent of purple paint, faded and peeling, was bulging out from between the glass and steel like it was trying to escape. I rubbed a fingernail on the paint, revealing a soft, rotting wood beneath.
I entered the tower first, pausing to let my eyes adjust. The darkness of the doorway opened up into an atrium that must have once made for a magnificent entrance. It was shaped like a slice of pie, us standing near the crust, peering inward toward the center. Above was pitch black, not yielding any answers to just how high up this mighty room's ceiling stretched.
The musty scent that filled my nose was surprisingly welcoming— somewhere between the smell of fishing trips and century old bookstores. I took a deep breath, relishing in the soft stench.
I could vaguely make out wires dangling down from the ceiling of the atrium. They were impossibly long, stretching upward into the infinite gloom.
"They look like vines," Annabeth whispered, her voice a soft purr.
The air was thick with falling dust, filtering down from the abyss above, twirling between the wires in satisfyingly slow-motion. The falling dust made it even harder to see in the dark, leaving the walls on either side of the room foggy blobs. I waved my hand, sending fleeting dust spirals through the air.
I remembered seeing photos of the atrium online, taken on some of the earliest digital cameras ever made. Those pictures showed marble countertops, intricate wooden carvings, and lushly carpeted floors.
The room, as it stands today, is a barren husk of Sabe's vision. The carpet, only present in scattered clumps, was impossibly dark, soiled to the point of true black. It clung to the concrete foundation, viciously holding on for dear life in a losing battle.
I bent down to examine a clump of carpet in front of me, amazed by the absence of light reflecting back. It was like staring into a pit of nothing, a vague absence, an outline of something that should be there.
I poked the toe of my boot at it.
It exploded, erupting into my face.
I gagged instinctively, tasting the vile substance mix into my lungs. Annabeth slapped my back as I continued gagging and coughing, begging the mucus to tear itself free from my lungs and just fucking get out of my body because it feels like I'm dying oh GOD.
And eventually, it did.
The violent hacking subsided into slight wretching, then was gone.
"Are you okay?" Annabeth tested.
Do you think I'm fucking okay?
"What the fuck was that?" I spewed.
She bent over the clump of carpet. Underneath the blackened top layer that just violently erupted was a pale network of matted spiderwebs.
"Hmm..." she began, "It kind of looks like mycelium."
She met my raised eyebrow with an eye roll.
"You know, like the roots of a fungus or some shit, I don't know. I just saw the shrooms growing in Bryce's closet that one time he showed me his stash. This white stuff looks just like it. So I guess that makes this black stuff like the part of the shroom we eat, or whatever."
"Oh dip," I responded, nodding. "That makes sense. One time I saw a nature show about some plants that shoot their seeds everywhere when something touches them. It's probably just spreading its spores when we touch it."
"Yeah," she breathed, "pretty gnarly."
We shuffled deeper into the gloom, weaving between dangling cables and clumps of fungus. I felt a drop of moisture flick off a cable, sliding onto my arm.
I groaned. "Fuck. That cable was wet."
"Disgusting," she whispered back.
We made our way to the apex of the room, the center of the tower, revealing a rusted set of elevator doors leaning together like drunks at a quinceanera. The doorway to the stairs, however, beckoned to us with the same unobstructed, pitch-black allure that the tower's entrance emanated just minutes before.
In the dark, it's truly amazing how utterly void all open doorways look.
Upon stepping inside the stairwell, the world vanished. The only proof of having working eyes was a faint, vertical glow of light filtering through the door, abruptly fading into all-consuming black.
Every sound in the entire building bored through my soul, bouncing from wall to wall, ceiling to floor, echoing on and on for all of eternity. The stairwell, directly in the center of the decrepit hotel, was the focal point of every creaking floorboard, every popping nail, every howling gust of wind. It was as if I was holding up a monstrous conch shell to my ear— a deafening murmur of echoes in disarray, smelting together to form satanic harmonies.
"Whoa," Annabeth mumbled.
Her word cut through the other echoes, impossibly loud against their monotonous hum.
Instantly, the echo of her voice filled the stairwell, rising like the build up of a dubstep song until peaking, impossibly overwhelming for a few brief seconds. The echoes of her voice then faded as quickly as they arrived.
She put a hand to her mouth, the whites of her eyes barely visible in the glow coming from the doorway.
I reached out, placing a hand where her shoulder should be. There was not enough space for us to stand abreast in the stairwell, leaving us in a comically squished proximity. She was breathing rapidly, barely managing to stay silent. I squeezed, and her breathing quickly slowed. I felt her hand creep onto mine, and we stood for a minute, simply listening to the cries of the dying building echo around us.
As my eyes adjusted, I could make out a staircase spiraling up the curved wall. Clearly this was a service stairwell, as it is much too cramped for the likes of Sabe's guests. Only a few steps were visible through the darkness at a time, making the staircase feel even tinier than it already was. Luckily, no fungus grew on the stairs themselves, leaving the metal alone to rust.
Annabeth shuffled onto the first step, producing a small object from her pocket. She handed it to me, then pointed up the stairwell, careful to not send echoes through the cylindrical chamber again.
I brought it close to my eyes for inspection, straining against the lack of light.
A joint...
She wants to go to the roof and smoke.
A smile cracked my lips. Classic Annabeth.
Every couple stairsteps, there would be a doorway. Most of them let in a dim glow, offering a glimpse into what must have once been a custodial closet on each floor.
On floor 9, I tugged at Annabeth's hand. We made eye contact in the faint light coming from the doorway. I motioned through it, pointing to the nearly fungus free floor. I wanted to explore at least a little bit, to see if the closet circled around the stairwell or not.
I poked my head through the doorway, freeing myself from the overwhelming cacophony of echoes in the stairwell.
I verified that the closet did, in fact, curve around the circular staircase like a donut. A few steps in one direction led to a terrifying drop— the elevator shaft. Next to it, a sidewalk sized ledge led to an open door, giving a view of the floor's main hallway. The path looked safe— no fungus, cracks, or otherwise obvious defects— so I proceeded, treading as light as a fox, fumbling for Annabeth's hand behind me.
The main hallway ran between the custodial closet and the guest rooms, creating another donut ring around the central stairwell. Throughout the hallway, patches of fungus grew alarmingly close together, threatening to overtake the concrete.
"That stairwell was insane," Annabeth whispered.
I nodded. "Fuck yeah, I wonder what it was like when the hotel was actually open. Must have been miserable for the staff."
We weaved through the fungus filled hallway, coming to room 901. I glanced at Annabeth, raising my eyebrows. The door was slightly ajar, hanging from its one remaining door hinge. I pushed gently, eliciting a monstrous creak.
The room was empty, extending away to the outside in a familiar pie shape. The mold seemed to grow thinner in the room, leaving most of the exposed concrete safe to cross. At the far side, a floor to ceiling panel of windows looked out over our town.
I gasped, taking in the view. Never before had I seen our town from this high up. My eyes drew to the smokestacks by the river, their blinking lights ominously flickering over downtown. Individual streets ran in parallel lines away from the tower, lit with yellowing streetlights. Between the roads, tiny lights cast from window panes twinkled, blending with one another into a starscape of their own.
"Dude," I said. "Look at this."
No response.
I spun, looking for Annabeth, frantically scanning the room. My eyes had adjusted to the outside light, leaving me sightless.
"Annabeth," I hissed.
A cold tingle went up my spine, pulling at hairs on the back of my neck.




I crept back across the floor, now aware of the entire room at once. There was nowhere for her to be hiding. No desks, cans of paint, ladders, nothing. Just an empty room with patchy fungus growing on the cement.
Something must have happened.
I studied each fungal growth in the room as I passed by. Even with the light cast from the windows, the tops remained impossibly dark. Not a single feature was discernible— only an outline was visible.
Halfway to the door, a three foot wide hole led straight to floor 8. I could have sworn it wasn't there before. I peered into the opening, seeing straight through to the room below. From what I could see, it was identically empty.
"Annabeth," I tried again, nearing the door to the hallway.
I stumbled backward, tripping over my own feet. I landed squarely on a patch of fungus.
I remembered to hold my breath, close my eyes, and plug my nose.
Annabeth cackled from the threshold of the doorway, standing over me with both hands on her forehead.
"You should have seen the look—" she began, breaking off into another fit of laughter.
"Shut up," I groaned, pushing to my feet. My entire body was covered in squishy fungus gunk. I pointed at the hole behind me, continuing. "You could have killed me."
"Blah, blah, blah," she mocked. "You're fine... you're just being a baby."
Annabeth gave me a playful shove, hands lingering for a moment overdue. Swatting her paws off me, I marched back to the stairwell. I led the rest of the way to floor 13, followed by her snickers.
As I reached the top of the stairs and stepped onto the 13th floor, my jaw dropped. It was a scene straight out of a surrealist painting. An enormous pool room lay before us. Glass walls extended up from the tile floors, creating a massive, clear domed perimeter. A swath of stars twinkled brilliantly through the clear ceiling, their light refracting through the glass, casting ethereal patterns onto the room's otherwise bleak surroundings.
The pool itself was a semi-circular cutout covering half the floor space, starting at ground level and deepening in a corkscrew motion. Its ceramic tiles, once probably a bright blue, were now tinged with patches of the same fungal growth we had come across on the lower floors. The growth was sparse here, though, letting the original floor design take prominence.
In the center of the room— on top of the staircase we just stepped out of— stood a circular pillar that extended up to the middle of the glass dome, like a spine holding up the entire tower. A small antenna jutted out from above the pillar atop the dome. Surrounding the antenna was a low fence, perhaps a safety measure for maintenance workers.
Annabeth, having finally contained her laughter, stepped beside me, her face illuminated by the soft starlight filtering in through the dome. She too stood silent, taken aback by the unexpected beauty of this forgotten space.
As we moved around the room, our steps echoed across the vast emptiness. With every patch of fungus we passed, the same eerie darkness hovered, the undulating mold standing stark against the ceramic tiles.
We made our way back to the central pillar. A ladder, carved into the pillar, connected to the glass ceiling with a trapdoor.
"To the roof?" Annabeth sang, rubbing her hands together in a goblin-like motion.
"Ladies first."
As she climbed above me, I couldn't help but crane my neck and drool. She slammed open the trapdoor, and we burst through to the roof.
The fenced-in area was covered with a dark spongy surface, gripping at my knees when I stood up. Wind whipped around us, carrying a chill that cut through my clothes and bit into my skin. With each gust, the antenna above us groaned and swayed, almost as if it were joining in a dance with an unseen partner.
We sat on the squishy rubber surface, comfortably in silence. I met her eyes, smiling dumbly. We passed the joint back and forth until it dwindled down, its ember glow flickering one last time before extinguishing completely. A familiar haze crawled through my thoughts, slowing the passage of time to a languishing crawl.
"Hey..." she started, "I think I've finally found inspiration for my next album."
I scooted closer to her, taking her hand. I knew the topic brought about an unusual timidity in her— a blemish in the badass persona she's so keen on presenting. She won't even talk to her own boyfriend about her music career.
"Yeah?" I floated.
She hesitated for a second, settling into the moment. I felt a tug at my crotch, suddenly all too aware of how pretty she looked in the moonlight. I took in every detail— the way her hair fell across her face, the pattern of her freckles, the soft speckling of stars reflecting across her eyes.
"I think you need to take off your shirt, first, though," she whispered, now inches from my face. "You're filthy."
I glanced down, remembering the fungal gunk that had soiled my clothes when she scared me.
Without warning, her hands slid under my shirt, warm and sure. I helped her yank it off, collapsing into her lips.
When we got back to the truck, I was still high enough to see everything in slow motion. Before pulling out of the parking lot, Annabeth and I regurgitated the events of our urban exploration, trying to show our significant others what fun they missed out on. It goes without saying that part of the story was intentionally omitted.
Ellie and Josh were unamused. Their lack of adventure will forever be a mystery to me.
We swung out of the lot, hopping onto the highway headed into town. I swayed between lanes, struggling to keep the double-yellow lines in focus.
"Are you sure you're good to drive?" Ellie asked, gripping the armrest.
"I'm fine," I slurred.
Seconds later, another truck materialized in front of us. I swerved to avoid it, then everything went black.
I woke up to a strong hand pulling me out of the window. My truck was upside down, the roof completely caved in.
I groaned. "Aww... fuck...."
The person who pulled me out looked like the kind of guy to chew tobacco and spit wisdom. His fishing cap cast a deep shadow across his eyes in the moon's glow, concealing his gaze. He was an old timer, that's for sure, one of those folk who came during the coal rush and decided to stay when all was said and done. I could see his truck— the same truck I saw moments before the crash— pulled into the shoulder of the highway with its blinkers on.
"Easy now," he reassured, his voice like gravel under a boot. "Anyone else inside?"
I nodded, unable to speak.
I plopped onto the grassy slope embarking off the side of the road. The old man pulled their mangled bodies out, one by one.
The countryside shrank around me. I felt the corners of my vision pulling in, the weed in my system straining the limits of shock I could take before melting down.
"I'm sorry, son," he whispered, his voice carrying the weight of my guilt. "The police will be here soon. Don't you worry."
The police.
I stood up. I knew exactly how the police treated people with my skin color in this town.
I ran.
"Hey now!" the man hollered.
I kept running.
Away from my truck, away from my dead friends, away from the police.
I ran until my breath came in ragged, uncontrollable huffs. I flopped to the ground, laying on the cool concrete, cradling my head with my hands. Blood flowed between my fingertips, pooling onto the pavement.
I laid there until police sirens wailed through the night, rapidly approaching. They stopped at the wreck, leaving me in silence. Moments later, the sirens picked up their mournful song again, heading toward me.
I sat up.
I was back in the lot of Sabe's Tower. Only then did I realize how little distance I really ran from the wreck— a couple hundred yards at most.
Four, five, maybe even six sirens filled the air. They were all coming for me. They knew what I had done.
I bolted from my position on the concrete. I could hide in the tower. No way the cops would look for me in that rotting place. They wouldn't dare.
I squeezed through the gap in the fence, same as before, vaulting past the
signs in a fluid lunge. The sirens behind me screamed into the night, melding together into a continuous doomsday chant.
Red and blue lights filled the lot. I hit the ground right in front of the gaping entrance to the tower, praying that the weeds poking through the concrete would be enough to mask my form. I army crawled, inch by inch, dragging myself across broken bottles and plywood shrapnell, until I was safely in the darkness of the tower.
I breathed.
A police cruiser parked in the lot. Its siren drowned out all other wails for a moment before shutting off. A chubby white officer hopped out, surveying the scene. His gaze came to rest on the spot where I had lain. He squatted down, raking a finger through the pool of blood I left behind. He took a few steps toward the tower, squatting down yet again. Another splotch of blood, no doubt.
His voice floated through the plaza, slightly nasal and a little out of breath. "Dispatch, this is officer Chetty, badge number 741. I'm on the scene at 1019 Pleasant Valley Lane, in the lot of Sabe's Tower. I've located a pool of fresh blood that may be linked to our hit-and-run suspect. Possible injury, suspect could be close. Requesting immediate backup and forensics for evidence collection."
I wormed my way further into the tower's belly, sliding between patches of fungus like a mouse in a snake pit, heading for the stairwell. I had to ascend, to find some nook or cranny out of reach of the pursuing officers. The godforsaken tower was one big game of hide and seek, only this time, losing meant far worse than a bruised ego.
Something gurgled in the darkness.
My blood froze. I halted, my heart hammering a tattoo against my ribs. Holding my breath, I strained my senses, eyes peering into the graying murk, searching for the source of the sound.
It came again, a wretched retching, like an animal choking on its own vomit. Hacking, gurgling, bubbling wetness bursting through strained vocal chords, a sound of fading vitality. It was coming from near the door, just outside the meager halo of light slipping through the hole.
A wet line smeared across the back of my neck. A yelp escaped my lips before I realized it was just a cord dangling from the ceiling.
At my yelp, the gurgling paused.
A heavy hush fell over the place, the quietude of the hunted.
I could faintly make out echoes emanating from the stairwell, only a few feet behind me.
The gurgling continued, sucking at the thick air. It began to drag itself forward through the fungus covered floor— a slow, steady, rhythmic drag against the concrete.
A geyser of spores bloomed, mingling with swirls of dust in the meager light. The creature, or whatever it was, did not slow its approach. Out of the darkness, a form began to shape— a silhouette clawing its way toward me.
I could see this eruption envelop the mass on the floor. One hand appeared, then another. Its fingers scrabbled over the concrete, searching for any purchase to grip. They flexed, heaving the thing even closer.
A mop of curly hair appeared between the hands. A body, face down. It pulled itself closer, into another fungal growth, grinding its face through the rough concrete.
A knife protruded from its back. The handle jutted upward, a grim totem amidst the grime and gore. I shuddered, involuntarily taking a step closer to the stairwell.
It looked up at me.
Or rather, Josh looked up at me.
I stared back, mouth agape.
His face was nearly sanded off from the concrete. His nose took the worst of it, ground down to the bone, leaving only two sucking, gurgling holes between his eyes. His cheeks were a mangled mess of blood and rocks, viscous red flowing freely to the tip of his chin before dribbling off. The chunks of meat hanging where lips should have been flapped against his teeth with every jerky motion, tethered to his face by all too little strands of flesh. Beneath them, his teeth showed bright red and white in a perpetual grimacing smile.
"Josh?" I managed to whisper, my voice a frightened squeak.
Josh opened his mouth as if to respond, ripping both cheeks in half. He hacked, gurgling, spitting up blood that came from deep within his torso. He slowly cocked his head to the side, but instead of stopping at a slant, he kept twisting his neck until bones started to crack and his head dangled upside down.
His mangled, upside down head swung limply as he pulled himself to his knees, his neck like jelly. He wasn't wearing the same clothes he was wearing earlier tonight— no, he was wearing clothes from the night Annabeth first cheated on him with me. He was at a Villanova game, supporting his favorite team since birth. Annabeth knew he would be gone for the weekend, so we took our chance. I was still at her place when he came back, wearing his Collin Gillespie jersey and reeking of beer.
Now in front of me, his prized jersey was in tatters, torn to ribbons by the concrete. He groaned, shuffling and reaching for me with bloody fingers.
I bolted into the stairwell, taking the steps two at a time. I pushed myself faster and faster until the door to floor 9 loomed to my side. I didn't pause for a moment, pushed forward by the gurgling echoes reverberating from below.
My thighs, weak from the frantic climb, begged for a break. I wobbled into the hallway, painfully tip-toeing through the fungus. The door to 901 beckoned ahead, hanging open like it had been awaiting my hasty return.
I stumbled over the threshold when Annabeth's singing filled the room. "Oh, Donovan!"
I froze.
Outlined against the window was a two-headed beast. One face belonged to Annabeth, the other to Ellie. The creature swayed, an obscene dance of bare, fused flesh. It wore no clothes, as if to mock God himself. It had two sets of everything— eight appendages total, like a humanoid arachnid. Annabeth's breasts, now side by side with Ellie's, put Ellie to shame, even now.
Annabeth crooned again, "Oh, Donovan!" each syllable laced with acid and honey. The sound made my skin crawl as it floated through the silent room.
"You always did want more, didn't you Donovan?" Ellie sneered, a harsh grin splitting her face.
Annabeth spat, "More than Ellie could give. More than anyone could give."
The thing dropped to the floor with a thud. All eight limbs moved in unison as it crawled.
"Isn't this what you wanted? Both of us at the same time?" Their voices tumbled over each other, mouths moving in synchrony. Together, their laughter filled the hollow room. "Don't you like the thrill, Donovan? Don't you like playing with fire?"
The thing scurried at me, jumping over fungal growths with powerful leaps. The sudden movement broke my paralyzation, spurring my legs to action. I darted into the closet and through the stairwell door, into the gurgling echoes.
Back down the stairwell I ran, the two headed beast in pursuit. Both girls snarled, hindered by their conjoined size in the narrow passageway. Their struggle echoed through the stairwell, mixing with the gurgling. I fled further down, needing to put distance between that thing and me.
I stopped dead in my tracks between floors 2 and 3.
Josh was there, leaning against the wall with the knife removed from his back, now grasped tightly in his hand. I staggered back up the stairs, instinctively retreating, narrowly avoiding the blade as he lunged at me.
Glancing up, I caught a flash of pale skin bearing down on me, cutting off my escape. My only way out was the door to floor 3. I charged through the closet, leaving the echoes behind me.
Floor 3 was empty— no walls, only fungus and windows. The atrium loomed to my left, a pie shaped hole missing from the floor and ceiling. I backed away from the door, eyeing the dangling cords hanging in the atrium.
Maybe... Just maybe....
Josh stumbled from the stairwell, filling the air with his wet slurping. Annabeth and Ellie followed, scrambling toward me.
I didn't have time to think.
I jumped, grasping at the dangling wires, praying they would hold my weight.
Time stuttered, hanging suspended like an icicle on a winter's morning. The world spun in a dizzying blur as I twisted, fingers stretching for a grip. Panic clawed its icy fingers up my spine, but it was the surprise that struck me most. The simple disbelief that this was happening.
A wire found its way into my hand, snapping without slowing my fall.
The wind whooshed past, ripping the breath from my lungs. Above me, the third floor retreated, its grimy concrete replaced by a view of the atrium's ceiling, wires swinging back and forth from my desperate escape.
Then came the sensation of falling. It's a feeling that strikes a primal chord, an orchestra of fear and adrenaline that means the end of a life. My stomach lurched, free-falling alongside me, while the rest of my body seemed to hover in a state of disbelief.
The impact came as both a shock and an inevitability. There was a moment of sheer, undiluted pain, a soundless scream reverberating through my very bones. It felt like being shattered from the inside out, an explosion of agony that started from my back and radiated outwards. An iron-hot spike of pain shot through me, and then, a chilling void as everything below my waist slipped into a terrifying numbness.
The echo of my body's collision rang in my ears as the world spun into a disorienting whirl of blurs, shadows, and pain. The cold concrete beneath me felt real, solid, a chilling contrast to the sudden loss of sensation in my legs.
In the throbbing silence that followed, I understood. I had fallen. I was broken. I lay sprawled on the atrium floor, gasping, the world tilting dangerously in my vision.
Annabeth and Ellie emerged from the staircase, scrambling across the atrium floor. Red and blue police lights filtered through the tower’s windows, making shadows dance between the monster's eight limbs. Josh wasn't far behind, still clutching onto the bloody knife, head rolling upside down between his shoulders.
"Police, we're coming in!" a familiar nasally voice shouted.
The moment officers stepped foot in the tower, the monsters vanished in a spray of spores.

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2023.06.03 17:57 tierangst Adding Sub Panel in Basement

About to finish out my basement which currently has everything running out of a mostly full breaker panel. I'd like to run 2 new bedrooms, a bathroom and a utility room off of a new panel. A few questions...
-Should I pull some of the current things out of my main panel like the furnace, washer, dryer and AC and put them all in the new sub panel so that future wiring and troubleshooting if ever needed is easier? All of these reside in the basement with the exception of the AC which is right outside one of the basement windows. I think it would be cleaner this way but it currently works. If I should move them down, can I re-use the old wiring or need to run new? (Original wire from 1995 when built)
-What size breaker do I need in my main panel to feed the 3 rooms and bath? Or if, I should add all the above items from the first question as well, then what size?
-Copper or aluminum to feed from the main to the sub and what size based on the previous question?
-Code states that new circuits in the basement need to be afci/gfci, is this only for outlets or for lights as well? I plan to run separate breakers for each and in each room. That way if anything needs to be done or if something trips the breaker it's all isolated and work can be done on a per room basis.
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2023.06.03 17:43 hgaterms Nicest personal office you've ever seen?

It's good to be king.
Some of the nicest offices I have ever seen was 1,000 yeas ago in ALS. Each of the 4 instructors had their own personalized office decked out to the 9's. I'm talking oriental rugs, fancy curtains with tie backs, painted walls with wonderful accent walls, perfectly placed framed art, cozy lamps. I was jelly.
My previous commander also furnished his office with everything he could, including 4 different fish bowl candy jars on his desk.
The CAG civilian also had an interior room with no window, so she installed some ceiling lights that made the place look like a jewelry store. She even had a fake fireplace.
Meanwhile I didn't even get my own desk until I was 12 years into my career. We just shared the same 3 computers in the flight room with a flickering florescent tube light.
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2023.06.03 17:27 Proletlariet Gex

If this weren't a video game, I'd be on my way to prison!


After the successive deaths of Gex's father and uncle, which happened to leave him a large inheritance, Gex entered a deep depression, unable to leave the house. He used his cash to buy himself a big TV and cable, and spent his days as a couch potato in front of the screen, a hopeless addict. One day, when he swallowed a special bug sent by the villainous Rez, he was pulled inside the world of TV. Now, with only his natural gecko abilities to help him, Gex goes on an adventure to defeat Rez and escape from TVland, all the while spouting off extremely dated pop-culture references.
As a playable character in the game Mad Dash Racing, Gex is capable of performing any feat another character in his racer class (Dasher) can do, as well as any feat performable by the other two racer classes (Glider and Basher) as long as he’s carrying 10 green meteor chunks. Overview of racer classes from the manual. Feats that Dashers can perform will be marked with “MDR” for Mad Dash Racing while feats Gex would need ten meteor chunks to perform will be marked with “Tri” for “Tribrid.”

Gecko Abilities

Mad Dash Racing Powerups:


General Strength
Tail Strength
Mad Dash Racing





Hey, cool. I wonder what's on HBO...
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2023.06.03 17:23 someofyall235 SO CONFUSING. WHY is the answer C and not B?

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2023.06.03 17:14 Proletlariet Spy Fox

"Oh, Spy Fox? You're going to be busy on this rescue mission. Should I call the Spy Academy and tell them to cancel the weapons class you're going to teach?" "What? You're going to tell them that Spy Fox doesn't have class? They'll never believe you."
A spy working for Spy Corp, Spy Fox is one of several agents sent into the field to foil the schemes of supervillains, be they seeking to rid a certain food from the market, bring governments to their knees with an enormous robot dog, destroy the ozone layer so they can profit on incredibly strong sunscreen, or just thieves stealing cheese from a museum. Alongside the administrative help of Monkeypenny and the various gadgets of Professor Quack, Spy Fox inevitably saves the day while barely ever opening his eyes more than halfway or removing his hands from the pockets of his white suit.


1 - Spy Fox in: Dry Cereal
2 - Spy Fox 2: Some Assembly Required
3 - Spy Fox 3: Operation Ozone
CC - Spy Fox in: Cheese Chase
HtM - Spy Fox in: Hold the Mustard
Web - Spy Fox promotional content from the Humongous Entertainment website accessed through the Wayback Machine, accessible here




Blunt Force




Spy Watch

Spy Gadgets

Spy Fox can carry up to four of these at a time.


A variety of items potentially held within pens in the opening of Dry Cereal. He holds four in his suit pocket.

Other Items

Spy Car

A car with a variety of functions driven in Dry Cereal and Operation Ozone.
Other Equipment

Super Duper Spy Scooter

A multi-environment scooter which is initially stored within a dumpster before being used throughout Cheese Chase.CC


The Multiple Environment Spy Ship, a mobile ship Spy Fox uses to fly around in Hold the Mustard.
The main weapon, capable of destroying large robots with a single blast.HtM With a significant amount of blasts, it can destroy:
Power Ups


"So Spy Fox, what's your next step?" "That's an excellent question. I'm already pretty good at the foxtrot, the waltz, and the tango, but I've always wanted to learn how to swing." " fortunate to the world that your crime fighting is better than your sense of humour."
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2023.06.03 17:12 Proletlariet Big O

Special thanks to u/That_guy_why for letting me remake this thread

Roger Smith and The Big O

"Big O! Showtime!"
Roger Smith is a Negotiator in Paradigm City, a city whose residents lost all memories 40 years ago. He will negotiate nearly anything, from kidnappings to pet ownership, for nearly anyone, provided both sides of the negotiation play fair. However, he refuses to work with the Paradigm Corporation unless absolutely necessary. Roger is also the pilot of the Big O, one of the giant robots known as Megadeuses. Whenever the city is threatened by another Megadeus or a giant monster, Roger calls in Big O to save the day.
Hover over the feat for the episode number.

Roger Smith

"My name is Roger Smith. My other name is Negotiator, a much-needed job here in Paradigm City, a city that has lost its memory"

The Watch

The Griffon





Misc Gear

Big O

"Cast in the name of God, ye not guilty"









Sudden Impact

Mobydick Anchors

Missile Party

Cannon Party

O Thunder

Arc Line

Chrome Buster

Plasma Gimmick

Final Stage


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2023.06.03 17:09 thebemusedmuse Installing salt water system

I went to the pool store this week and saw the prices of chemicals this year and said ENOUGH.
Had a couple of glasses of wine and had the smart idea to install my own saltwater system. I bought an IntelliChlor Power Center, IC40 and a backflow prevention valve.
Are these as easy to install as they look? If I get it right, the steps are:
And that’s about it. Any feedback for me? Will post some photos after. Thanks!
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2023.06.03 17:05 Proletlariet Connery Bond

The original British man of mystery, James Bond was first brought to life on the screen by Sean Connery. Dressed to the nines in a tuxedo and armed with a number of concealed gadgets, Bond was sent across the world to stop high scale crimes. His quick wit and commendable physicality has saved the world a half dozen times over.
This Bond, being the traditional mid-century spy, uses many tricks to get a leg up over the enemy. He’s a very clever, wily agent, although he’s not above just brute forcing his problems with great strength. His Q Branch equipment is disguised as everyday items, so he’s used to being prepared when infiltrating an organization.
The films included in this thread are Dr. No, From Russia with Love, Goldfinger, Thunderball, You Only Live Twice, and Diamonds are Forever. Hover over a feat to see which film it’s from.




With Weapons/Environment
Traditional Spy Skills


Aston Martin DB5
”Little Nellie”


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2023.06.03 17:05 Proletlariet Brosnan Bond

You wouldn’t kill me. You’d miss me.
I never miss.
Pierce Brosnan is an Irish-American actor, most notable for his seven year tenure as British secret agent James Bond. The 1990s offered a sleek new vision for what was becoming “an old-fashioned spy series”, or so the studio feared. Bond was now in the Information Age, and his arsenal included high-tech computers and weaponry along with his standard firearms and gadgets.
This Bond is very much the most gadget-centric Bond to date. Things as mundane as watches, sunglasses or ballpoint pens could, in reality, be grappling hooks or incendiary grenades. However, he doesn’t rely solely on technology to get through his many adventures. He’s a competent martial artist and excels in gunfights, even when wildly outnumbered. Brosnan’s version of the secret agent is, in my opinion, the most well-equipped and one of the most physically able versions of the character.
Feats come from Goldeneye, Tomorrow Never Dies, The World is Not Enough and Die Another Day. Hover over a link to see which film it comes from.


Torture Resistance


Unarmed Combat
With Weapons


Cell Phone
Pulse Ring


Other Models
The Vanish


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2023.06.03 17:03 Proletlariet Craig Bond

After the absurd heights that Pierce Brosnan’s Bond climbed to, Eon Productions decided the best course for the Bond franchise was a full reboot. For the first time since the 60s, the British agent was a completely different individual separated from the rest of the timeline. This made for a sharper, more grounded action film with 2006’s Casino Royale.
Daniel Crag’s Bond feels more human, and despite his incredible athletic ability and great skill in fistfights or gunfights, he gets hurt. Like a lot. He definitely feels as if he takes more punishment than any Bond before him. He has a much smaller arsenal than previous incarnations, but his skill with a basic sidearm is usually all he needs to get the job done.
Feats come from Casino Royale, Quantum of Solace, Skyfall and Specter. Hover over a feat to see which film it’s from.


Blunt Force


Mostly Unarmed
Mostly Armed




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