Spirit break out - chords

I couldn't find anything about this online, so im deciding to ask y'all here:
It seems to me like the melody on Coffee Bean is mainly composed of backwards (guitar??) notes - each note whenever played kind of rises in pitch towards the end of it being played, which as I understand is a characteristic of reversed audio.
I think he does this to contrast it to the forward playing chords that occasionally play during the song, making the chords sound so much "better" because we've been listening to backwards notes - which he also uses after the delivery of some of the more "important" bars in order to emphasize them.
Idk i'f i'm bugging about this, has anyone else noticed/thought this?

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Chapter 6 - From the Ashes
Winrow, Vanstead Dukedom of Augustein, Year 991
She remembered the sounds of screaming. That day came to her in flashes of disjointed images and sensations. In one moment, there was the usual constant chill of the facility, and then in the next there was a burning heat spiraling outwards, climbing up the walls and dying the grey into red.
She remembered twisting shadows and contorted figures. Those magicians, distant and immoveable figures for so much of her life, collapsed to their knees and choked on smoke.
She remembered smaller figures writhing in the flames. A hand crushed beneath debris reaching towards her. A smoking corpse she couldn’t recognize.
She still wondered, sometimes, lying on the cot and staring up at the wooden ceiling, if it had been Tom or Ben. She would focus on the little details of the figure, laboring over the smoking limbs and the exact hunch of the shoulders. She never did know for certain.
She supposed it didn’t matter in the end.
—
Joan inhaled, tightening and loosening her grip on the tray of food she was carrying with her. Once she was done mentally preparing herself, she pushed back her shoulders, gripped the door handle, and turned it.
The door opened with a loud creak. Joan had decided to leave it unoiled on purpose; Amara never responded to knocks, so the least she could do was give a very obvious advance warning when she entered the room.
Joan plastered on a large smile, ignoring the numbness that had been growing on one side of her face, and stepped over to the figure seated on the bed. Amara didn’t even turn, her eyes fixed on the open window and the flowing curtains. It was a bright day, the towering white clouds drifting peacefully across a vast expanse of blue. The sight was particularly welcome after a week of non stop rain.
“Good morning,” Joan said in her most cheery voice. She set the tray down on a small table placed beside the cot. Slowly, Amara turned her head to stare at her. Joan swallowed.
Ever since Amara had woken up, she’d barely spoken or even acknowledged her surroundings. All her movements were dulled, as though she was wading through water, and Joan had yet to see any true reaction from her.
Even when she’d first quietly explained what had happened, that the building was gone and that there weren’t any other survivors, Amara had just listened quietly, perfectly still and unmoving. When Joan had finished speaking, all she’d said was, “Can I see the ruins?”
Joan hadn’t known how to respond to that. Part of her suspected she still hadn’t fully processed what had happened and seeing the destroyed building might provide closure, but she also had to be honest and tell Amara that she was in no condition to move. Amara hadn’t responded to that, but she would still ask, every now and then. Those were the only times she would speak without first being prompted. Besides that, she only ever answered in short, clipped sentences, never referring to Joan by name and never saying more than necessary.
When Joan had confided in Leila, the watchman had made a sympathetic noise and shaken her head. “Poor thing must be in shock,” she’d said.
It was the most obvious explanation and the one Joan had immediately jumped to as well. And yet, the longer she spent around her patient, the more she started to wonder if that initial assessment was wrong.
Despite how dulled her movements seemed and how little she spoke, Amara’s eyes never had the same look to them. Even when she stared off into the distance, there was a constant sharpness there, a hardness that seemed at odds with the rest of her behavior.
Even now, seated on the hospital cot, Amara studied her with that same uncanny perceptiveness, a gaze that always made Joan feel like she was being judged. She forced her own eyes to remain steady instead of darting away like her first instinct was. She briefly considered how absurd it was for her, a former Rose, to be intimidated by an injured patient who was probably half her age and barely old enough to no longer qualify as a “girl.”
Joan cleared her throat, the sound seeming to echo in the pervasive silence.
“How are you today?”
A silent stare was her only answer. Joan suppressed the urge to sigh, instead keeping her smile plastered on. She nodded at the tray of food and stood again.
“Well, if you need anything, I’ll be right there doing work.”
Some time after Amara had woken up, Joan had gotten some neighbors to help her move a table into the patient room so that she could keep an eye on her while working. Amara hadn’t voiced any complaints about it, and it made Joan a little less uneasy, so she’d stuck with the system.
Joan settled down in her seat, squinting down at the stack of letters. She didn’t start reading, however, until she heard the familiar clink of silverware as Amara finally ate. Her shoulders slumped in relief, and she leaned over the table and began to work, ignoring the sensation of eyes on her back as she did so.
—
“You’re healing well,” Joan commented as she carefully inspected an unwrapped wound. She was sure to move slowly and with deliberate gestures, not missing the way Amara’s eyes followed her hands whenever she checked her injuries.
As Joan moved on to the next bandage, she once again considered how lucky Amara was to have survived the explosion. Though she hadn’t seen the building collapse herself, a few of the onlookers had told her that it was sudden and violent. “What do you think happened?” one of them had asked. Joan had told him that she didn’t know. Truthfully she suspected it had been an experiment gone wrong, but she hadn’t wanted to reveal Amara’s secret. As far as the other villagers were concerned, the building was just a lone orphanage that had suffered an unfortunate accident.
“Can I see the ruins?”
Joan frowned. “Not yet,” she said slowly. “Not until all your bones are healed.”
When she looked up again, Amara had turned her head away and was staring at the sky again. Joan sighed and continued the check up.
—
A knock sounded from down the hallway. Joan set down the shirt she was patching and stood with a frown.
“I’ll be right back,” she said before rising and hurrying to the door.
When she opened it, she found not another patient, but Leila still in her watchman uniform. She blinked at the woman, eyes briefly darting over to the basket she was carrying, then back up.
“Leila, it’s good to see you. What’re you doing here?”
“I was patrolling around the area and thought I’d stop by. Here.” She raised her hand and passed the basket over. Joan took it and peered down at its contents. Inside, she found various ripe fruits, some bright flowers that Leila must’ve gotten fresh from the florist, and a small pouch that, when opened, contained an array of glinting coins. Joan’s eyes widened.
“Leila, you didn’t have to—”
“They’re from the watchmen,” the other woman interrupted. She smiled. “I told them I was stopping by and they pooled together some money to help out.”
A warm feeling rose in Joan’s chest. She swallowed, carefully closing the pouch again and setting it back inside the basket beside a bright yellow blossom. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Please tell them thank you for me.”
Leila reached out a gloved hand and patted her shoulder. “After all the times you’ve had to heal us, this is the least we could do,” she joked. She glanced behind Joan at the hallway and lowered her voice. “Speaking of which, how’s she doing?”
“She’s healing well,” Joan said. “I estimate she’ll be able to walk around within the month.”
“You really do work miracles.” Leila shook her head and stepped back. “I ought to get back on patrol. Remember, if you ever need anything, you can ask me.” With a wave, the woman turned around and walked away.
Joan watched her retreating back, shaking her head with fondness before moving to close the door. Basket carefully balanced in her hands, Joan made her way back down the hallway and to the patient room.
“I’m sorry about that, Amara,” she said as she stepped through the doorway. “Leila visited and—”
Joan’s voice cut off.
The cot where Amara usually sat was empty, the wrinkled sheets haphazardly pulled aside. Joan’s eyes darted frantically around the room, landing on her desk table, where her sewing box was overturned, its contents spilled across the table, chair, and wooden ground. Fabric strips, threads, pins, cushions of needles.
And there, a few feet away from the desk, she could just barely make out the top of a head poking out from behind the bed.
The basket fell to the floor.
“No no no—”
Joan didn’t think, immediately sprinting towards the back of the room, cursing herself for being so stupid. Am I too late?
“Amara!” Joan called, stumbling as she leapt onto the cot and peered over in dread, her heart pounding against her ribcage.
There, seated on the ground with her back supported by the bed, sat Amara. She turned her head to face her, and Joan saw that in one hand she held a gleaming pair of scissors and in the other, a thick bundle of wavy hair that lay half scattered across the ground, blown around by the wind billowing into the room.
“You’re back,” Amara observed. Her gaze was as sharp and perceptive as ever.
Joan’s eyes rapidly scanned her, but there were no new injuries to make note of. The only change was her hair, which had been cropped short so that it sat in an uneven line below her chin.
All at once, the tension bled away and Joan slumped down.
“You cut your hair,” she said weakly. Her head throbbed, and she absentmindedly rubbed at it.
“Yeah.”
Joan released a long breath and slowly straightened. She closed her eyes for a moment, calming her rapid heart rate. When she spoke, she forced her voice to remain as still and calm as possible, though she couldn’t entirely mask the slight tremor in her voice.
“Amara, the next time you want to cut your hair or—or do anything, please tell me first. Please.”
Amara stared at her, quiet for a long time. She shifted her position, and for the first time since she’d woken up, something in her eyes changed.
“Okay,” she said.
—
It was a windy day. Joan shivered and pulled her cloak closer, but she didn’t remove her gaze from the figure walking just beside her.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Joan asked. Amara just nodded, not even turning to look her way, and Joan sighed and shook her head. She faced forward as well, eyes following the dirt path and remembering the last time she’d walked along it.
The closer they got to the ruins, the more Joan’s unease grew.
Amara had continued to heal at a rapid pace, and when she’d first started being able to walk around on her own, she constantly did so, moving with a silent, steady determination. The end result of that persistence had led them to their current situation, on the road to the ruins, Amara with only a few bandages left on her skin and walking by herself, albeit a bit slowly, and Joan, whose eyes kept darting over, watching for any reaction.
As far as she could tell, there were none. Amara moved with remarkable calm, shoulders relaxed and eyes steady.
Joan exhaled and kept walking. Ever since the scissors incident, as Joan had dubbed it in her head, Amara had started speaking more. She was still mostly quiet, but she seemed a little more engaged, more interested in her surroundings. She’d even requested Joan teach her how to read, after Joan had given her a tour of her little home and shown her the library. When Amara was sitting there quietly, listening as Joan taught her basic letters and spelling, Joan could almost tell herself that she was just an ordinary, curious young woman if not for the array of scars on her skin. Joan had tried to heal them, but form magic couldn’t alter colors, and so the marks still lingered.
That near normalcy, however, was where the doubts had begun. Initially she’d assumed Amara wanted to see the ruins to give her closure so that she could move on, but what if it had the opposite effect? Joan wasn’t a fool, she knew Amara’s behavior was in no way normal. She had to be repressing things, or perhaps the truth hadn’t really settled yet. What if seeing the ruins caused her to break down?
The longer they walked, the more the doubts grew. Joan quickly became lost in her thoughts, so much so that she didn’t immediately notice when they stopped walking
“Which way?”
Joan blinked and looked up, seeing that they’d reached a familiar fork in the road. Her heart sank and she swallowed. “Left,” she said, voice hoarse. She cleared her throat. “It… it’s just past that hill.”
Amara nodded and turned without hesitation, slowly making her way up the slight incline in a steady rhythm. Another breeze blew past them, carrying scattered tree leaves with it. Joan watched Amara reach the hill top and begin descending until she’d disappeared from view.
Joan stared at the path, limbs suddenly heavy. She tightened her grip on her cloak.
“Get it together,” she muttered. There was no reason for her to be so nervous, she told herself. It was absurd, after all the things she’d already seen throughout her life. But Amara had an uncanny ability to make her feel like a lost child again, someone completely out of her depth.
Joan waited a little longer, listening for any sounds, but there were none besides the wind and rustling flora surrounding them. And so, after a deep breath, Joan lowered her head and made her way over the hill.
When she looked up again, the ruins were in sight. She slowed her pace as she approached.
Where once a simple sturdy grey building had stood, there now lay a pile of debris. Only the bottom sections of the buildings remained standing, jutting out from the ground like broken blades. Charred, splintered wood lay strewn about the grass, and large chunks of shattered stone formed crude boulders.
Surrounding the ruins, colorful blossoms grew in bright patches. Originally someone had suggested burying the bodies—at least the ones they’d been able to recover—there. But Joan had shuddered at the thought of forcing the experiment victims to rest eternally near the broken facility, so she’d requested they move them to Winrow’s graveyard instead. Thankfully people hadn’t questioned her, though the move in the burial site hadn’t stopped people from planting flowers around the area as a memorial.
Joan’s eyes scanned the ruins, finally landing on a single figure standing just in front of the collapsed building. Slowly, Joan approached until she was a few feet away, her footsteps crunching as she stepped over debris.
Amara’s back was turned to her. She didn’t move, simply standing there staring at the destruction before her. The wind blew her now short wavy hair against her neck, and her cloak billowed. The movement caught Joan’s eye, and she caught a glimpse of Amara’s hands hanging at her sides, balled into tight fists that shook barely perceptibly.
Joan opened her mouth and closed it, not knowing what to say. Hesitant, she took another step forward.
And then, all at once, the trembling stopped. Slowly, Amara’s fingers loosened, uncurling themselves until they hung limply at her sides. She raised her head, lifting her face towards the deep blue sky. Joan saw her whole body breathe as another wind blew past them, as though she was trying to fill her lungs with as much air as possible.
A few seconds passed, and Amara’s shoulders fell as she exhaled. Her head lowered back down to eye level, and slowly, she turned around.
Strands of hair lay strewn haphazardly against her face, mussed and twisted by the wind. Her posture was perfectly relaxed and casual, not a trace of tension in sight. The scars running up her arms seemed almost to move in the shifting shadows cast by her cloak. Her sharp eyes, a bright green that gleamed in the sunlight, were piercing.
But what caught Joan’s attention the most was her smile. It was bright, unreadable, and utterly unfamiliar.
“Joan,” Amara said, voice calm. “Let’s go back.”
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I break multifilament and hybrid gut/poly in about 6-8 times out practicing (so 8 hours?).
Around me, the labor and time to get to the racquet guy and back is more costly than the strings. So what string setup would you recommend? Comfort and then durability is of top concern.
Wilson gut hybrid at 50# lasted about 2 weeks, and I didn’t get it wet or anything.

60lbs is not survival weight lol. All of the Steven lovers must be freaking out that he called out Sarah for being exactly what she is - lazy and non contributing. Her one challenge with two people she cried that the guy cuddled with the other girl more. Give me a break. And stop saying she looks great and out on survival weight. 60+ lbs is NOT survival weight lol

Partner isn't attracted to me and admits they currently just want access to my family and assets
Hi all, really in need of advice. Me (M, 28) and my fiancé (F, 28) have been together for 5 1/2 years and engaged for half a year. She has managed to lose 2 stone whilst I struggle with my weight and yo-yo. I have stood by her through the most difficult times of her life, gave her a place in my family when her's pushed her away and stood by her as anger issues welled to the surface - I persuaded her to try counseling and a psychologist and she's had such fantastic improvement. She is the complete love of my life and I have sacrificed so much for her with no regret. It's not been easy but then again, when is love?
To cut to the chase, in the last two months she has become increasingly distant, opting to go out with her friends until 3am, has been messaging a guy she met in work long messages ending in rows of kisses and has rejected any attempts to be intimate. I have listed and pushed to spend more time with her and I'm met with no's at each junction. I confronted her about a week ago and on pushing and ultimately tellimg her how low, alone and depressed I feel, she has admitted that she is no longer attracted to me and doesn't feel that 'spark' anymore. However, she doesn't want to leave me because of everything I offer, my family, my car, the house myself and my father are renovating for us to live in, etc. She claims she still loves me but honestly, I just feel worthless and broken. I feel used in that she is essentially dragging me along while figuring out what she wants from me to make this work.
I love her to pieces but my self confidence is shattered. I'm not sure if I even trust that she still loves me and that she isn't at least emotionally cheating on me with this 'friend' she messages. I've attempted to do all I can to compliment her, ask her to do things with me, look after her etc but she just always finds fault / disregards my effort completely. It feels like I'm trying to save our relationship and she just doesn't care.
Is there anything I can even do at this point? I feel miserable and broken but I love her and I just can't throw away the possibility of our future together. If we did break up, she would lose her home (in my name), my family, our friends...and me, though she completed disregards me as mentioned. I want to save our relationship but how do I stop getting taken for a ride?

It’s that time of year again! Love is in the air along with all the plant jizz, and I am looking for the someone who is willing to venture out into this yellow, dusty mess with me, and then come home and just take a nap before our sinuses close up in anger and we cough ourselves to sleep. I am looking for someone to vent my mundane troubles too, someone that I know would be there to help with whatever may come up, and someone that I can laugh with, someone to cry with, someone that would just run with a crazy idea without hesitation.
Enough about me! Let’s talk about what you may be looking for! Are you looking for that special someone? You know, the one that laugh with on a daily basis. The one that you can have an entire conversation with using nothing but funny pictures? Are you looking for the creepy and the kooky? What about the mysterious and spooky? Would that someone be a person with a mohawk that is forever changing colors? How about a neatly trimmed beard that smells of sandalwood? What about the smell of Old Spice? Would that person also happen to have a few piercings and tattoos? Do you like the twang of a Southern accent? What if that accent was happen to be from a guy who is open minded? Do you enjoy a quick wit? How about being fluent in smartassary? How about a guy that is taking care of way too many fish? How about a guy who is starting to find grey hairs in his beard and is embracing the chance to become a silver fox?
Would you like for that person to be able to build a computer and change your oil all in the same day? How about having your tires rotated, breaks changed? I can even do headlights and air filters! Does the thought of helping turtles cross a busy road and helping tiny tadpoles stay safe with a pool of water during the summer tickle your fancy? Would you like to come home and have a pot roast and chocolate cake waiting for you? How about coming home to that random piece of IKEA furniture fully assembled? What about someone who would help while you built the IKEA? Does the idea of a guy who has reached the level of old that he enjoys puzzles intrigue you? How about if he has a love for cats that like to sit on said unfinished puzzles? Are you looking for a guy who can change your oil, replace your brakes, and cook you dinner in the same day? How about a guy who is good with his hands and knows it? If you answered yes to any of these questions, the nerdy home maker package is for you! Who doesn’t want help around the house, basic maintaince taken care of, and some good dick?
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For a limited time, if you pick both packages, I will add in the nerdy outdoorsman package for no extra charge! Want to stay in one weekend and marathon Doctor Who, Star Trek, or Futurama? Do you want to play Don’t Starve Together, DnD, or Civ 6? How about Nerf gun fight, or a game of Mario for bragging rights? Feel like staying up late bundled under a load of blankets watching B movies or playing all manor of video, board, or card games? Feel like getting outdoors instead? I can offer spontaneous adventures that may include wondering aimlessly, hiking, and floating blissfully down a river which singing the PACMAN theme song! Random acts of hilarity that could include striking poses and quoting pop culture references! Are you more of a night owl? I can offer you a view of the stars with my telescope!
How about it? Wanna get itchy eyes and a runny nose with me?

It’s that time of year again! Love is in the air along with all the plant jizz, and I am looking for the someone who is willing to venture out into this yellow, dusty mess with me, and then come home and just take a nap before our sinuses close up in anger and we cough ourselves to sleep. I am looking for someone to vent my mundane troubles too, someone that I know would be there to help with whatever may come up, and someone that I can laugh with, someone to cry with, someone that would just run with a crazy idea without hesitation.
Enough about me! Let’s talk about what you may be looking for! Are you looking for that special someone? You know, the one that laugh with on a daily basis. The one that you can have an entire conversation with using nothing but funny pictures? Are you looking for the creepy and the kooky? What about the mysterious and spooky? Would that someone be a person with a mohawk that is forever changing colors? How about a neatly trimmed beard that smells of sandalwood? What about the smell of Old Spice? Would that person also happen to have a few piercings and tattoos? Do you like the twang of a Southern accent? What if that accent was happen to be from a guy who is open minded? Do you enjoy a quick wit? How about being fluent in smartassary? How about a guy that is taking care of way too many fish? How about a guy who is starting to find grey hairs in his beard and is embracing the chance to become a silver fox?
Would you like for that person to be able to build a computer and change your oil all in the same day? How about having your tires rotated, breaks changed? I can even do headlights and air filters! Does the thought of helping turtles cross a busy road and helping tiny tadpoles stay safe with a pool of water during the summer tickle your fancy? Would you like to come home and have a pot roast and chocolate cake waiting for you? How about coming home to that random piece of IKEA furniture fully assembled? What about someone who would help while you built the IKEA? Does the idea of a guy who has reached the level of old that he enjoys puzzles intrigue you? How about if he has a love for cats that like to sit on said unfinished puzzles? Are you looking for a guy who can change your oil, replace your brakes, and cook you dinner in the same day? How about a guy who is good with his hands and knows it? If you answered yes to any of these questions, the nerdy home maker package is for you! Who doesn’t want help around the house, basic maintaince taken care of, and some good dick?
Do you have an endless supply of DIY ideas? Well look no further because I do too! Ever wanted a stylish bat house or raised garden bed? I have made both! Would you want a greenhouse? I have plenty of ideas for that! Do you like watching a guy get dirty restoring canoes or building trailers? Do you have a Mad Max fantasy you want to live out? Do you want a house straight from the shire? I have the skills and the 3d printers to make you swoon with possibilities! If you answered yes to any of these questions, the glistening geek package is for you! What’s not to love about watching someone you like getting sweaty while watching your ideas come to life?
For a limited time, if you pick both packages, I will add in the nerdy outdoorsman package for no extra charge! Want to stay in one weekend and marathon Doctor Who, Star Trek, or Futurama? Do you want to play Don’t Starve Together, DnD, or Civ 6? How about Nerf gun fight, or a game of Mario for bragging rights? Feel like staying up late bundled under a load of blankets watching B movies or playing all manor of video, board, or card games? Feel like getting outdoors instead? I can offer spontaneous adventures that may include wondering aimlessly, hiking, and floating blissfully down a river which singing the PACMAN theme song! Random acts of hilarity that could include striking poses and quoting pop culture references! Are you more of a night owl? I can offer you a view of the stars with my telescope!
How about it? Wanna get itchy eyes and a runny nose with me?

Thanks to this reddit group and long hours of studying I finally passed the PMP Exam!
This was my second time taking the exam. The first time didn't go too well because I didn't do enough research to find out about this group and the many comments/suggestions people would post that helped them pass the exam. I initially took the exam 08/15/22, took a break for a bit due to life stuff. Got back to preparing again earlier this year, and finally passed 06/03/23.
Study materials the first time taking exam:
1) Andrew Ramdayal Exam prep course 35 PDU contact hours
2) TIA Simulator (Note: This is easier than how questions are worded on the exam but it's good practice for mindset)
3) David McLachlan Youtube Channel - 200 Agile Questions/150 PMBOK Questions ( (Note: This is easier than how questions are worded on the exam but it's good practice for mindset)
Additional Study Material second time taking exam:
1) PMP Reddit (Overall best place to get started and prepare for the exam)
2) SH 260 Questions Practice Exam (Best study material for exam in my opinion) - Gives you a good understanding for how questions are worded on the exam and great practice material
3) PMI Study Hall - Overall great material, do not pay too much attention to the Expert questions. Also take at least one mock exam for endurance. The actual exam is 180 questions and after answering the first 120 questions, what helps the most at this point is your mindset.
4) Check out this youtube channel - https://www.youtube.com/@edzest and I promise you won't be disappointed. Check out this video a day or two before the exam https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8iT8o-6oAAk&t=1320s
5) This right here is heaven sent, God bless all folks involved in putting this study guide together https://docs.google.com/document0/d/1IIZoUdSdI6-TlYHxs9umzETnAlTCEs7h/mobilebasic
6) During the exam, TAKE YOUR BREAKS, get up and walk around a bit. It helped me a whole lot!!

Mine is a hot shower. Sure, I like playing roleplaying games and watching stuff on streaming as much as the next guy, but hot water on my skin? That's where it's at. Sometimes you have to appreciate the simple things in life.
There are other things I like, of course. Aside from the aforementioned roleplaying games (see the second half of my username to find out which ones), I'm a big fan of technology, hockey, and animals. I have 2 cats and a bearded dragon, and am happy to share pics of any of them!
I haven't talked about myself professionally yet, and that's because there isn't much to say. I'm still in college, because I took a looong break from it and worked retail for a while because of mental health issues and later the pandemic. I'm in an engineering field and am hoping that'll go well. So no, my shit is not yet together, but when it is together, it'll be REALLY together.
So... politics and religion. Touchy subject which I'm approaching with all the grace of a bull in a china shop, but suffice it to say, I'm an atheist and I'm pretty far to the left. I staunchly refuse to date a conservative (not that they'd be particularly interested in my "child murder" supporting ass anyway), but I honestly don't care if you believe in a higher power, the universe, reincarnation, the flying spaghetti monster, whichever you like. Just keep in mind that I won't believe in them.
Oh, and one other important thing I won't do - reproduce. My bloodline dies with me, as a friend once told me. I don't hate children, though I do feel a certain discomfort around them (was the youngest growing up, never really had to change a diaper or whatever), like I don't know what to say or how to behave. But that's not the main reason I don't want kids. Mostly it's because I have mental health issues that I've been struggling with throughout my life and I think that even if I did want to have kids, it would be selfish of me to pass that on.
Physically, I'm 135 lb, five foot five inches, I have brown hair, blue eyes and I'm white. Picture will be available upon request. I prefer women who are average or slender like me. Oh, and you can be any height, I don't care, I only mention it because you likely do and I don't want an awkward situation where you start talking to me and find out I'm too short for your liking.
Penultimate paragraph. What I'm looking for right now is intimacy of any kind really. Long term would be nice, short term would be perfectly acceptable. I find it difficult to meet people using apps (I'm a 5.5 on a good day, and I know it), and IRL I'm surrounded by 18-22 year olds who are either A) too young or B) have no interest in me.
P.S.
I'd like to share pictures early, and ideally video call early. I have no patience for women with "broken phones" as I've encountered time and time again. I'm sorry, that trick is just not believable if it's been the case with 4 separate women I've talked to on here. if you're not willing to prove you are who you say you are, I have no interest in you.

Hiya. Variations of this question have been asked before but I’m looking for something a tad more specific.
Some background: I moved from DFW to Tyler about a year ago and I’ve struggled a little to make some new friends. I attend UT Tyler, but I also just turned 30 and feel sort of out of place with the majority of students being a decade younger. I’ve had the same friends for a long time and we initially met in the anime convention and cosplay scene, but they’re all in DFW still and I see them less and less. Unfortunately that just seems to be the case with getting older… but I’m single and have no interest in having kids. My hobbies are everything to me!
Since covid my passion for cosplay and conventions has waned, and my interest in art and creative pursuits has increased… but my problem is, I enjoy sharing these things with others!! Collaborative storytelling and world building, sharing art and drawing together, you know. Makin’ stuff.
In general I do digital art, SOME cosplay still, I’m also into video games, writing, character role play, a little bit of anime, etc …
I’ve done my fair share of digging and research, but I wanted to try here too and gauge people’s opinions on a few specifics.

• Does anyone have experience with Pinot’s Palette and what that’s like?
• Has anyone done DnD at GeekWorld or elsewhere? I’ve never played DnD but I’m dying for a campaign and would need something beginner friendly.
• Is Boards n Bites beginner friendly too? I have an interest in board games but little idea where to start.
• Are these male dominated spaces? I’m not bothered hanging out with guys but I’ll feel more comfortable with some fellow femmes or LGBTQs.

Sorry for the long post! Despite being here a year I’m not very familiar with a lot of the area — spent most my time working and going to school, but now it’s summer break and I have some free time.
Thanks:)

Line Score - Game Over

	1	2	3	4	5	6	7	8	9	R	H	E	LOB
CHC	1	4	2	0	0	0	0	0	0	7	11	1	3
SD	0	0	1	0	0	0	0	0	0	1	5	1	8

Box Score

SD		AB	R	H	RBI	BB	SO	BA
CF	Grisham	4	1	0	0	0	2	.193
RF	Tatis Jr.	4	0	2	0	0	0	.263
LF	Soto, J	3	0	0	1	1	1	.253
3B	Machado, M	3	0	0	0	1	1	.222
2B	Cronenworth	3	0	0	0	1	1	.200
SS	Kim, Ha	4	0	0	0	0	2	.244
DH	Carpenter	4	0	1	0	0	1	.180
1B	Rivas	2	0	1	0	1	0	.333
PH	Dixon	1	0	0	0	0	1	.225
C	Nola, Au	3	0	1	0	0	0	.131
PH	Sánchez	1	0	0	0	0	0	.250

SD	IP	H	R	ER	BB	SO	P-S	ERA
Weathers	1.2	7	5	5	1	1	44-24	5.35
Carlton	3.1	3	2	2	1	4	56-37	2.31
Tapia, D	3.0	1	0	0	1	2	37-25	2.76
Cosgrove	1.0	0	0	0	0	1	15-9	0.00

CHC		AB	R	H	RBI	BB	SO	BA
2B	Hoerner	5	1	2	0	0	0	.284
SS	Swanson	4	0	1	2	0	2	.276
LF	Happ	3	0	1	0	1	0	.268
RF	Suzuki, S	4	0	0	0	0	1	.273
3B	Wisdom	4	0	1	0	0	3	.208
C	Gomes	4	2	2	1	0	0	.271
1B	Mancini	4	1	1	1	0	1	.247
DH	Amaya	3	2	3	2	0	0	.375
CF	Morel	1	1	0	0	2	0	.267
CF	Tauchman	1	0	0	0	0	1	.297

CHC	IP	H	R	ER	BB	SO	P-S	ERA
Stroman	6.0	4	1	0	3	6	84-53	2.39
Merryweather	1.0	1	0	0	0	1	18-11	4.13
Fulmer	1.0	0	0	0	1	1	15-8	6.66
Hughes	1.0	0	0	0	0	1	13-9	4.15

Scoring Plays

Inning	Event	Score
T1	Ian Happ singles on a soft ground ball to third baseman Manny Machado. Nico Hoerner scores. Ian Happ to 2nd. Throwing error by third baseman Manny Machado.	0-1
T2	Yan Gomes homers (7) on a fly ball to center field.	0-2
T2	Trey Mancini homers (4) on a fly ball to left center field.	0-3
T2	Dansby Swanson doubles (13) on a sharp line drive to center fielder Trent Grisham. Miguel Amaya scores. Christopher Morel scores.	0-5
T3	Miguel Amaya homers (1) on a fly ball to left center field. Yan Gomes scores.	0-7
B3	Juan Soto grounds out to first baseman Trey Mancini. Trent Grisham scores. Fernando Tatis Jr. to 2nd.	1-7

Highlights

Description	Length	Video
Bullpen availability for San Diego, June 4 vs Cubs	0:07	Video
Bullpen availability for Chicago, June 4 vs Padres	0:07	Video
Fielding alignment for San Diego, June 4 vs Cubs	0:11	Video
The distance behind Trey Mancini's home run	0:09	Video
Breaking down Yan Gomes's home run	0:14	Video
Trey Mancini's home run through bat tracking data	0:09	Video
Visualizing Yan Gomes's swing using bat tracking technology	0:09	Video
Measuring the stats on Miguel Amaya's home run	0:10	Video
A deep dive into Miguel Amaya's home run	0:09	Video
Breaking down Drew Carlton's pitches	0:08	Video
Breaking down Marcus Stroman's pitches	0:08	Video
Marcus Stroman's outing against the Padres	0:25	Video
Ian Happ knocks in Nico Hoerner with a single	0:27	Video
Juan Soto cuts down Ian Happ at the plate	0:20	Video
Yan Gomes slugs a solo home run to center field	0:20	Video
Trey Mancini jacks a line-drive homer to left field	0:23	Video
Dansby Swanson drives in two with a double to the gap	0:19	Video
Miguel Amaya crushes the first home run of his career	0:22	Video
Trent Grisham scores on Juan Soto's groundout in 3rd	0:17	Video
Ryan Weathers punches out Dansby Swanson in the 1st	0:06	Video
Marcus Stroman punches out Manny Machado in the 1st	0:09	Video
Ian Happ leaps to make a nifty grab on the track	0:19	Video
Yan Gomes, Trey Mancini slug back-to-back home runs	0:29	Video
Marcus Stroman shuffles after striking out Juan Soto	0:14	Video
Alfonso Rivas doubles for first hit with the Padres	0:16	Video

Decisions

Winning Pitcher	Losing Pitcher	Save
Stroman (6-4, 2.39 ERA)	Weathers (1-4, 5.35 ERA)

Game ended at 7:04 PM.