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2023.06.07 01:45 bryanjameslentz Utah Child Custody

I have never posted on Reddit before so bare with me please. I am at a loss for what to do. A little bit of back story.
I live in Salt Lake County and have an 8 year old son. It is with someone whom I have never married. We tried to make it work but I just didn't love this woman, LOVE my son to pieces. When I told her this was t going to work we went to mediation and 8 got a lawyer (which I was told was great). Come to find out I am now missing on a lot of rights I could have had as a father and have the absolute bare minimum a father can have in the state of Utah. Which is horrible for me as I wish I could spend more time with my son, and he says the same thing everytime we have him. I have married, to the most wonderful woman, have a step daughter and a 1 year old daughter. Recently I went to the courts to try and get more time withy son, but unfortunately the view point of the state of Utah is, if it's not broken, don't fix it. Regardless of the desire of the child.
Anyways... We follow the state statute for child custody (30-3-35). There have been some recent adjustments to the statute and in so I was allowed to pick my summer vacation dates first. I am the non custodial parent, so in turn I get 2-2 week periods. One where we exchange days of the week, the other where I have a 2 week uninterrupted time. The dates I chose were June 12-26th and June 29th-July 13th(which is the uninterrupted portion).
We get along for the most part, but we have our moments. However she is not happy with the dates I chose for some reason. She claims that I MUST start my vacation on Fridays of my weekend (we alternate weekends). I have searched the statute and can't find anywhere, where this is stated or even implied. I responded that if she can provide proof that if it is in the statute I would change my dates to be in compliance. Her response was that that's just the way it's done, she has friends in a similar situation and that's the way they do it. I responded saying that just because others do it that way doesn't mean I am bound by their choices. I am following the state statute and that there is no mention of me (the noncustodial parent) to start it on my Fridays. I again replied that if she could show me in the statute, even case law, I would change but she just responded by belittling me and saying I am unreasonable.
Another part is that she was complaining of the short break inbetween my vacation times. Granted it is just a couple days it works better for the plans we have made for the summer. Again I don't see anything in the statute saying that there is a minimum or maximum time in between vacations. The only thing it says is that they MAY, be continuous.
I am representing myself because I can not afford an attorney. I tried calling her attorney to get clarification since she is refusing to provide any evidence of her claims and of course they didn't answer or respond. I will try again, but am not hopeful.
I feel that if I show up on the 12rh to pick up my son for or vacation time that she will refuse to let me take son. Being in the state of Utah, the police will show up for "keep the peace" but they will not enforce the parent time as that is up to interpretation, and many people have different stipulations to their parenting agreement, so I get that. But because she is the custodial parent whatever she says goes, unless I take her to court and I can't afford to take her over and over again.
Should I show up and hope she is reasonable. Or should I try and ask for a keep the peace officer to see if police presence persuades her. I don't want to intimidate, but I feel as though I am going to loose out on my summer time with my son.
Thank you for your patience. I will answer questions the best I can and I apologize for any typos.
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2023.06.07 01:43 Inorai [Remnants of Magic] Legion - 55.1

[Remnants of Magic] Legion - 55.1
The room had already been quiet, but with Aedan’s words still hanging over the group, we might as well have been carved from stone. Alongside me, I saw Mason shrink back ever so slightly, his face bone-white.
Recluse nodded, though, still watching Aedan. “Let’s hear it,” he said, his voice low.
Aedan’s shoulders rose as he took a deep breath. His hands clasped tight around each other, clinging for stability.
And then he sat up straighter, locking eyes with Recluse.
“There’s a war brewing,” he said, and shook his head. “No. It’s not brewing. There’s a war going on right now.
“The Rekindler,” Recluse said. “Oh, I’ve been watching. The Legion’s got herself a handful, looks like.”
“It’s because of me,” Aedan said, more softly. His shoulders slumped. “I…Madis has been hunting me for a few centuries now. I thought I could stay ahead of him. And…I could, but..”
He didn’t turn and look, as such, but I saw him shift the faintest degree toward me. “I made some mistakes,” he said. “I screwed up, and…it slowed me down. It got Madis even more interested.”
“Seems like, yep,” Recluse said, still as nonchalant as he’d been since we stepped into his house.
“We want to bring this to a stop,” Aedan said, locking eyes with the man again. “I do not want to get caught up in the middle of some European fuckwit’s war. I just want them to leave me the fuck alone.” The corners of his lips twitched. “I get the feeling you understand that much.”
“Might have a clue,” Recluse said. “Don’t take this the wrong way, though, Wanderer, but I’ve yet to see how this is my problem.”
“Right,” Aedan mumbled. He shook his head, ruffling his hair with one hand. I saw him take another deep breath. “We want him gone. And the sooner he’s out of here, the sooner everyone can stop running around like chickens with their heads cut off, killing each other. It’s good for everyone. You included.”
“That’s all the way over on the east coast,” Recluse said, holding up a hand as if pushing back on an invisible wall. “It’s still nice and quiet over here.” His eyebrow quirked. “That Echo lout might be a giant pain in my ass, but they run a tight ship.”
“Y-Yeah, but-”
“Besides,” Recluse said. He sprawled back against his couch, spreading his arms against the soft fabric. The blue and green flickers of magic from out the window cast odd shadows across his face, making me feel even uneasier than I already did. “Isn’t like I can do much, eh? I’m closer to you than the Legion bitch.” His eyebrow twitched. “It’s just me ‘round these parts, I’m afraid. No army to speak of. Not sure exactly what you’re asking of me.”
“We don’t need you to fight,” I said, the words slipping out before I could stop myself. The affront building deep inside Recluse’s eyes had sent a shiver down my spine, screaming for me to get in front of this train before it went off the rails. “We’re already imposing enough on your night, sir. We wouldn’t come and ask a stranger to fight our battles for us.”
Recluse’s gaze drifted over to me. I froze. My skin crawled as he gave me a long, hard look, searching me from head to toe.
He nodded, just a little. “Well, at least you know that much,” he said, giving an almighty sniff. “Kids these days expect too much. Always asking the impossible, pounding on my door with their hands out.”
“He’s a pain in my butt,” Aedan said. A laugh rippled beneath the words. “But…this crew has been pretty good. Not nearly as bad as the usual bunch.” When Recluse turned back to him, he shook his head, sitting forward to brace his elbows against his knees. “Jon is right. We don’t need your help that directly. I’m not quite that forward.” His chin lifted. “We need information, and it’s looking like only you have what we need.”
“If you’re okay with helping us, we just have a few questions.” I blinked. It was Amber speaking, now, even if her arms and legs were stiff, one foot bouncing against the carpet. Her hazel eyes lingered on Recluse, unblinking. “That’s all. We can get right out of your hair. No more trouble.”
“And then, hopefully, we can get Madis out of town,” I said. “No trouble for a good long while.”
Recluse looked over, slow and deliberate. He fixed that same assessing look on Amber—but this time, his lips curled into a scowl. “Nothing else from you,” he said.
Amber stiffened, paling. “I-”
“You’ve got the same blood on you as the rest,” Recluse said. “I don’t want to hear another word out of you. This is a civilized household.”
I reached out, putting a hand on Amber’s knee. Already, I could see her paling, glancing my way. She shut her mouth, though, wrapping an arm around her midsection.
Recluse sighed, turning back to Aedan. “Say your piece,” he said. “I’m tired. Shit or get off the pot, son.”
Inwardly, my thoughts mused about Recluse calling him ‘son’ when both of them were a thousand years old. Or more. Sure, he looked like a man in his 40s or 50s, and Aedan looked like he couldn’t be more than a year or two over 20, but how much did that really matter here?
Aedan was squirming, though, readying himself, so I turned myself back to him, putting the treacherous little whispers from my mind.
“It’s a bit complicated,” Aedan said at last. “But the short version is that Madis is hiding. He’s got himself holed up somewhere in his territory, and we need to figure out where.” He spread his hands, gesturing into the open air. “We have a lead on a demi who fought with him once before. Successfully, we hope. We’re trying to track him down, but the trail’s gone cold.”
“Again, don’t see how I can help with that,” Recluse said. His eyebrow quirked. “I make it a matter of pride to not associate with the stained masses, you know. Did you think ‘Recluse’ was just for show?”
“I know,” Aedan said. “I…I know. But…” He licked his lips, shifting uncomfortably. “We have one last lead on the bastard. It seems whatever their magic is, it’s tied to the ley lines somehow. The old ones, that is.” His gaze dropped to the carpet, his eyes going misty. “A couple of finders spotted their fight, and the hallmarks they talked about are pretty clear. It all bubbled up about-”
“Three years ago.”
Aedan stopped. All around the room, eyes rose.
Recluse sat, no longer looking so casual. His knees were spread, hands wrapped around each other in his lap. His gaze was downcast.
“So you know of it,” Aedan said slowly.
For a long while, the room was quiet. There was no sound, even when we should’ve at least heard the cars from outside. It was like we’d been scooped out of the world, wrapped up tight in our own little cocoon.
I just counted the seconds, waiting. Aedan didn’t seem to want to push the point, which meant I damn sure wasn’t going to do it either. My heart beat in my chest. We’d found something—now, I was sure of it. Recluse knew something.
Only now I wasn’t so sure if it was the prize we’d been hoping for.
Finally, when the silence was starting to become intolerable, Recluse groaned. He braced hands on his knees, standing slowly. And then he trudged to the side, to stand before one blackened window, the streams of magic lighting the dark planes of his face.
“I don’t bring folks here much,” he said, staring out into the nothingness outside. “I like my peace and quiet, yes, but it’s more than that. There aren’t many who understand what I am. What this place is.”
“This place?” Aedan said. His brows pulled together. “You mean-”
“This house,” Recluse said. He reached out again, laying a hand against an armchair. His fingers curled against the fabric, oddly protective. Possessive. “This is my home. The place in the world that’s mine. But it’s more than that. It’s the heart of me, all the hopes and dreams I had, wrapped up in one tidy package.”
A realization shot through me like lightning. “This place is your relic,” I whispered. “The whole house. Isn’t it?”
Recluse chuckled. His fingers tightened against the chair.
The floor shook beneath my feet. I jumped, stifling a yelp. A tiny cry from alongside me said that Mason hadn’t been so fast.
And around me, I watched the house start to shift. The walls grated against each other, expanding and contracting as the room changed shape. A staircase appeared from behind a corner, then vanished as a hallway swallowed it whole. A kitchen peeked out from behind a column, tantalizingly warm and welcoming. The paint darkened, its luster fading to smooth, time-worn stone and timber.
As quickly as it started, it stopped. The house went still. The walls drifted back to their usual places, their suburban normalcy returning in sheets of white drywall.
“Well spotted,” Recluse said, glancing my way. He gave a quick, curt nod, but his eyes turned back outward. “When the end began, I gave this homestead everything I had. Everything I could muster up, I poured into these four walls.” His other hand pressed against the drywall, almost tenderly. “A place where my kin could be safe, no matter what came next. A place we could live out our lives, cradled in the magic we loved so dearly.”
He shook his head, ducking his chin low. His hand loosened against the wall. “Time rolled on,” he said, voice quiet. “It worked, but not how I planned.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Aedan said. I glanced back to him, and froze. His foot was tapping rapid-fire against the floor, his eyes impatient. Oh, no. “But I don’t see how-”
“Shut the hell up and let a man talk,” Recluse said, grinning down at him. “You barged into my house before the sun even had a chance to rise, Wanderer. Take what you get.”
Aedan flushed, but shut up, hunching lower in his seat.
“This was our farm,” Recluse said. He twisted, gesturing out the halfway-normal window toward the orchard outside. “And orchards have roots. When I worked my spell, I did it a little too well. Bound it a little too snugly—to me, but also to the rivers those roots drew from.”
“The ley lines,” I whispered.
“Indeed,” Recluse said. He sucked in a breath, his shoulders rising as he bobbed in place. “And that’s why your Legion bitch sent you here. That’s the connection you’re hunting after so dearly.”
“I don’t understand,” Aedan said. “I- The ley lines are-”
“Dry,” Recluse said. “Yep. Dead as a bone. But this house?” He rapped a knuckle against the wall. “It remembers. The magic is gone, but the currents remain. And it pulls us onward like a leaf on the river’s surface, riding the ghost of what was.”
What? I eased myself to my feet. “Jon,” I heard Amber hiss alongside me, but…well, you couldn’t just dangle something like that in front of me and not expect me to want a closer look.
Slowly, a good bit more fearful than before, I approached one of the darkened windows. The glimmers of magic were more pointed when I stood near it, like a nebula of blue beyond the glass. “Where are we?” I whispered?
“Right now?” Recluse said with a snort. “Dunno. Somewhere in Asia.”
What?” I heard Cailyn squeak. I was right there with her. That had not been the answer I’d intended or expected. I’d figured I’d get a some other mystery dimension or deep in the bottomless well of dry magic or something like that. Not that.
But when I stood there, staring out into the not-black…I shivered, drawing away. It wasn’t just a void. There was something there, an afterimage. A mountain, and green fields, and-
“Nope,” I gasped, hurling myself away from the window. “What the hell is that?”
Recluse’s booming laugh echoed through the room. “Not to your fancy, boy?”
“What the hell is this house?” I managed. Amber’s hands closed around my arm, pulling me back to the couch. I let her, dropping to the safely-comfortable cushion.
Recluse just kept chuckling, shaking his head. “Never gets old,” he chortled. “Told you, didn’t I? We’re ridin’ the old ley lines.”
“I didn’t think you meant it literally,” I said, wiping my palms against my jeans. For some reason, they’d gotten all sweaty.
“It’s just me and the magic, out here,” Recluse said. He glanced over his shoulder to Aedan, and the amusement slowly drained from his face, leaving him somber. “So I thought at first, back when this magic was new.”
The mood in the room shifted. I sat back, trying not to let my brewing fear show on my face.
Aedan looked a bit grey about the edges, but he sat motionless, staring at his opposite. “So you know something,” he said.
Recluse sat there for a long moment, as though letting the words ferment around us. Then he nodded, long and slow—and he looked over, staring out through the void-black window.
“It didn’t take long for me to realize I wasn’t alone.”
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2023.06.07 01:43 scrubitkook Price recommendations: Malletech Imperial Grand 4.6 octave

I am sadly coming to the realization that I need to sell my marimba. I played in university and a little bit after, but ended up getting a 9-5 and left it behind.
My instrument is an original Malletech Imperial Grand 4.6 octave. It is serial number 27. My understanding is that its original owner was David Friedman (or maybe David Samuels, I can't remember) It's a beautiful instrument and sounds incredible. Tunable resonators, simple hardware (all oak/brass) Rosewood bars in excellent condition. Simple concert instrument, no height adjustment.
It has been in temp/humidity controlled storage, but the frame has some wear and the resonators could use a polish. The bars may be ever so slightly out of tune but are otherwise in excellent shape. Otherwise it's a beautiful instrument through and through.
Prices online look absolutely insane compared with what they were back when I bought it, but I know it's from a bygone era.
Any ideas on what would be a fair price for such an instrument? preferable in the US/Canadian markets.
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2023.06.07 01:42 Fabulous-Letter-5649 Engineer retires, and is replaced with a Human. (Pt 4)

Pt 1 If you haven't read it.

Pt 2 If you haven't read it.

Pt 3 If you haven't read it.

Hope you enjoy Pt 4 and happy reading!

*Flick* "Aligning descent profile for re-entry." I had made all the final preparations
*Flick* "Prepare for comms black out in 10" William began the countdown.
"5- when you get back I absolutely *have* to show you this really old movie, interstellar, its a classic" Will interjected.
"4-Oh my stars we're about to enter the atmosphere of Ix-5 at 7km/s and all you can think about is showing me some old movie when we get back?!"
"3- Fine."
The plasma had begun to lick around the edges of the heat shield and up onto the windows.
The comms began to make a static hissing sound.
"Just breathe." Will muttered to himself.
The whole shuttle began to shake violently.
"PASSING MAX-Q" Will had to shout to be heard over all the rattling.
Just like that, it began to quiet down, the fiery inferno of re-entry plasma died down and we began our coast down to find a suitable landing spot. Comms had also returned.
*Click* "I'd just like to let everyone know that we made it through re-entry just fine." Will had radioed back to the ship.
The sound of faint cheers from bridge could be heard.
"Engaging cloaking device" *Flick*
A loud hum could be heard as the cloaking device not only prevented us from being seen by eyes, but also seen by any radar, sonar, or other means of detection spun to life.
"So where should we land?"
"Oh just a few more kilometers to shore, then I'll just find a nice, secluded spot and we'll spend the next couple of days getting to know the locals!" I responded gleefully, as this was my first time with a civilization that didn't just learn how to farm.
After carefully gliding down we landed in a patch of grass-like vegetation. Will pointed out all the leaves were all black, to which I responded by telling him that the vegetation had to adapt to capture more of the light spectrum than the vegetation on Earth, because of the dimmer, red dwarf this planet orbited.
We had set up the basics, communications equipment, synthesizers, and a variety of other scientific tools.
"Hey, remember when you said you wanted to see an example of human food! Because I do!" Will exclaimed giddily.
After plugging in a drive and pressing a few buttons, the machine whirred to action, printing out a most unusual dish.
"So keep in mind this is just one dish out of... out of well I don't really know how many different kinds of dishes we have, all you need to know is that it's a very large number... But here's too hoping you enjoy it!"
What came out were this white, almost sphere like but more so a squat raindrop shaped... things. Will called them "Dumplings", and they smelled delicious, though he had dipped them in this brown liquid he called "Soy Sauce" that I really did not care for as far as smell goes.
I carefully picked one of these dumplings and bit into it.
"Oh my" I said, albeit muffled by the food.
"It's good isn't it! I told you!" Will grinned.
"That's quite the... texture. I don't really know how to process this. It's so soft and yet firm. Nutrient packs are so much easier, they don't make a mess and they're just so efficient, I mean, you could probably play around with the recipe, make them tastier. Right?"
"You just don't get it do you." Will said, shaking his head.
"Oh well, more for me." He grabbed at my half eaten dumpling.
"Hey! That's mine!"
"So you DO like it then!"
"No, just, ugh, leave me and my dumpling alone, I've already had my Nutrient Pack for the day I'm going to hibernate now."
Will rolled his eyes at my response.
"Fine." He said in that same begrudging manner as before.
I walked on over to the hibernation chamber, a circular area just big enough for me with a warm, gentle breeze flowing over. As I was going inside I heard Will behind me closing up the door after bringing everything inside.
"Wait... you were going to tell me about.... sleep..." I muttered out.
"Oh yes so hold one, could you just fully wake up for a little bit so I can explain, so your species, and for that matter every other alien species I've met, sleeps one hemisphere or one part of their brain at a time, but humans sleep the whole brain all at once."
"What's that like?" I replied, still in the grip of hibernation.
"So for starters we are like, FULLY unconscious the whole time, we can be woken up but we have a very, VERY limited understanding of what's going on around us. We also go limp so we don't move around accidentally, we still do. It's not perfect but it works enough to where I can say, "yeah we go limp"."
"But aren't you... what happens... if... someone ambushes you at night?"
"In all likelihood unless we happen to be right next to a weapon or something good enough, we die."
"Oh my. How... how did this not drive your species extinct?"
"I'm left wondering that same question too Tomō."
This might be the first time I've heard about a human ever being truly defenseless. Will had disappeared off into another room to change, returning in only a pair of shorts. Which left me examining his exposed torso. Human skin is wrapped quite tightly around the internal structure, and there seems to be very little, if any, loose skin, it also seemed to only be composed of one layer, most others I've meet without loose skin have special layers that can break off. Perhaps humans might be less sturdy than I had come to expect. No no that can't possibly be true I thought to myself, or as much as I could with half a brain working.
The morning was punctured by this infernal clattering from Will's bed, his arm swung up and smashed down on a small table next to him, causing the sound to stop.
"What was that?! Did someone find us?!"
"No... it was just my [Yawns] Alarm, we need to be startled to wake up and that [Will yawned again] was the startling noise."
Will climbed out of bed, shuffled over to another table (Those humans have a lot of tables) grabbed a fresh change of clothes and made his way over to the bathroom to change.
That's when I heard it, a loud SHHHHH sound from the bathroom, I made my way over to the locked door and shouted:
I shuffled back over to my hibernation chamber, pulling the divider closed I took in a bath of UV sterilizing light and changed out of yesterday's uniform, and into todays, which on scout missions is always a set of cloths made to imitate the look of whatever cloths are common on whatever world we're scouting. In this case it was a brown turtleneck sweater, some black pants, 6 pairs of gloves as the basic orbital scan of their unencrypted communications revealed they obsess over cleanliness, often sporting multiple pairs of gloves for specific tasks, kept in separate pockets, land lastly, a sort of shawl like piece of fabric, apparently used to protect yourself from the midday dust and wind storms.
The disguise of our more... alien features was provided by some makeup, changing our skin to a sort of pale grey. We also made use of some printed prosthetic noses, wigs, and ears, which made our faces impossible to distinguish from the local inhabitants.
Once I had finished applying all my disguises, I exited my chamber and walked over to where Will was, standing by the synthesizer watching it print up a breakfast.
Will, who hadn't even donned the appropriate clothing at this point (he was wearing a simple outfit of black shorts and a grey t-shirt), was oddly enough, sopping wet. His hair had turned a jet black color due to its saturation of water, releasing its store down his face and his neck, resulting in the back of his shirt, and the front collar turning a visibly darker shade and sticking to his body, at this point I also noticed that his skin was covered in beads of moisture glinting in the sun.
"Why are you so wet?" I asked him.
"It has to do with a shower, I get myself under this sort of, simulated rainfall, only the temperature is nice and hot, and use soap, not the same kind you use to clean your hands, but the function is still the same, I then put some stuff in my hair which gets rid of oily build up, the water rinses everything off, but by the end I'm soaking wet, I will need to dry off properly though before I put on all the disguises."
As he grabbed his tray with his hands, still damp from the shower, and the skin around his fingers was all shriveled up.
"Your fingers look like mine now! See!" I asked, moving right up next to him to better show him my fingers.
"It just increases the surface area so I can grip things better underwater, only happens if they get wet."
"Why wouldn't they be like that all the time?"
"Once again I'm left wondering that question myself."
"So what's on the menu for "break-fast"?" I asked
"Well for starters, it's just one word, breakfast, and secondly, I'm having two slices of buttered toast, an egg, and a black tea. Standard human breakfast, though Coffee is more popular."
"Black tea...?" I had heard of Coffee before and its danger to other species, and was hoping that this tea drink lacked any of this substance known as Caffeine.
"Yeah just a little caffeine to wake me up."
"CAFFEINE?! That's... that's a.... that's a Class IV chemical weapon! They banned that centuries ago! How?! What?! Oh my... Oh my..." I began to hyperventilate.
"Relax! There's only what... 50 milligrams in a cup."
"FIFTY?! FIFTY!?! ONLY FIFTY?!? THAT'S TEN TIMES THE DEADLY DOSE! WHAT ARE YOUR THINKING!" I shrieked, though deep down I did take note of how that was less than that of Coffee.
"Shhh, you'll risk us getting caught, calm down, don't worry I'll have the cup disposed of properly, I've done this every day and so far, no one's gotten hurt." Will said in his standard, nonchalant attitude that has become so typical of him, a tone which did not seem anywhere near appropriate for the situation.
"SO FAR?!" I was not heeding his instructions to calm down, it's typically very hard to do so when faced with something that could lead to a violent death.
"Look, look, it's totally harmless for us humans, besides, the Federation strictly manages our recreational use of substances highly dangerous to other species, such as but not limited too: Caffeine, Capsaicin, and Cocoa. I make one wrong move and my ass is sent to jail."
I was shocked, frozen with shock, at least I wasn't screaming but I felt like I couldn't move a muscle. Capsaicin was last used by the Rx'lac to murder billions, Cocoa I hadn't heard of before so it must have been something unique to Earth, but it terrified me still. In my frozen state I waited for the cup he drank from to be destroyed, and at this moment I began to regain my motor functions.
After rigorously drying himself off with a towel and this awfully loud machine he pointed at his hair, Will began to
"Now, could you help me apply the makeup?"
Human hands, while much sturdier than what most of us use, in the case of Captain Reloxyn, she has 6 tentacles which can vary their diameter, and in the case of Zorxians like myself, we have the two hands attached to their respective arm much like a human, but the geometry of the fingers themselves are different, each finger is made up of 3 fluid filled sacs, attached one after another in segments, each sack is attached to the previous with a variety of muscles, which gives each joint the ability to make movements with a full 120 degree range of motion, in any direction. While this makes them far more fragile, due to the lack of skeletal structure, this makes us quite dextrous.
But yet, I noticed that Will's right hand, arm, and ankle were already painted, which puzzled me, if he could paint his right side, then why couldn't he paint his left?
"Do you really need my help? You did just fine painting the right side of your body."
"Tomō, do you really know so little about humans?"
"You know you're the first human I've met!"
"Humans tend to have what's called a dominant hand, what it means is that there's one hand I am really good at using, and another that I'm not so great at using, I *could* train myself to use both hands equally well, but I never really had a need, and even when it would've come in handy, there's always been someone else who can help me. Like you!"
"Aww, thanks!" I responded.
"In my case, my dominant hand is my left one, fairly uncommon. Only about 10% of people are like that, the rest are right handed, and a very small number are born with both hands being of equal capability."
"But you really should get on it with the whole training your right hand. There won't always be someone to help you."
"And yet there always has." Will responded jokingly.
"We ready?" I asked.
"Just have to get some things ready, hold on, if this society is so obsessed with cleanliness, how come they don't wear face masks? I doubt they've gotten to a point where they've already eradicated all diseases. That should take them at least another century."
"Oh, this is the really cool thing about this planet! So basically, airborne diseases never evolved! They just... don't exist here!"
"Absolutely fascinating." Will responded.
"Everything we need is now in the bag." He pointed to the black bag slung over his shoulder made from the local flora.
"And we should be ready to go!" Will enthusiastically marched over to the shuttle door, opening it at saying;
"After you!" With a look of pride on his face, odd, if anyone should be proud, it should be me, after all, this mission is already off to a good start considering he's a rookie.
The red light of Ix bathed the planet in this warm glow, Ix was rare for a red-dwarf system, as most habitable planets are tidally locked, but we marched through the woods, noting observations of the local ecosystem that we stopped periodically to jot down in our notepad.
About halfway through the forest Will stopped suddenly, turning back to face me.
"You forgot to tell me what bridge came up with for our secret identities? Oh stars, saying it like that makes me feel like some kind of super-spy!"
"Oh yes, I must have gotten distracted..." I reached for my communicator.
"Okay, so we're two hikers, you named Po'ol and I named Gra'aul, and we just finished up a nice long hike and so we're off back to Hl'Ix, population 12.8 million, and about a 2 hour train ride. Oh by the way, I have to share the language file hold on... yup that should do it! Congratulations you are now fluent in Ix!"
A requirement of working for any Federation job was the implantation of a language chip which allowed the user to become fluent in all 608 languages and, what they called "Significant Dialects" spoken in the Federation, though for people working on exploration vessels like me and Will, we had access to a file sharing system so we could download new languages for the planets we visited after the central computer processed them.
"Thanks!" Will responded from a meter or so ahead of me.
We continued our march down to the road, where we walked parallel to it as cars zipped by. Eventually the forest we had landed in cleared way for farmland, which after about 5 kilometers or so more walking, started to turn to houses with expansive yards, which gradually became smaller and smaller as we neared the center of town.
"You getting tired yet?" Will asked me, we had decided it was best for him to walk behind me, so we could make sure we stayed together.
"Yeah, but just a bit longer until we make it into... whatever the name of this town is."
We continued to make our way into the town, named Urup and with a population of about 3 thousand. When we got there it was almost devoid of any activity, and the wind had started to pick up, which carried in dust. Thankfully we anticipated this, having donned contact lenses to keep debris out of our eyes, and using the shawl to cover up our mouth and nose. At this point will stopped to pull out a small, and very thin, weather sheet, which he released into the wind. This device would record the weather conditions as it gets carried by the wind. Just after doing this, he turned to me and said,
"Weather at time of release: Temperature: 10 degrees Celsius. Wind speed: 56 Kph, rising. Feels like: 5.2 Degrees Celsius, falling. It wasn't able to get a good reading on dust concentration because it's rising too fast so that should tell you everything you need to know."
The wind nearly blew Will's shawl off, but he grabbed it just in time, and me, being too focused on Will, had let my own shawl blow away in the wind, and while Will had tried to reach for it, the wind carried it away far too quickly for him to get it in time, only missing his fingers by a handful of centimeters. I quickly covered my mouth with my sweater, though this did leave part of my midsection exposed to the elements, a suboptimal position to be in during a dust storm of this magnitude.
"Dammit! Almost had the blasted thing!" Will shouted, the rush of the wind was beginning to drown out our voices.
He put his hand in one of the many pockets on his pants, that's something everyone can appreciate about Ix fashion, anything below 10 pockets is simply unacceptable. Anyways, Will pulled out a small pair of scissors, and quickly removed his shawl.
"What are you doing you can't remove your shawl in these conditions!" I shouted back at him.
"I'll be quick, don't worry!" Will responded as he cut his cloth in two.
"Here!" He said handing me the now removed half of his shawl, and quickly covering his face with the remaining half.
We continued on, though this time much slower than before, as we didn't want to loose our balance and be toppled by the wind. Never before had I ever had to deal with wind this intense, no wonder they assigned the human.
"Squat down! Boundary layer winds should be slower!" He shouted to me while bending down to waddle his way across the street to the hotel.
Squatting down only provided minimal relief, as I suppose one would have to crawl to truly take advantage of this effect. Slowly but surely we made our way across the road, over to the hotel. Opening the first set of doors we were met with a powerful blast of air, which prevented any dust from getting in. Only until after the doors had closed, and our clothes were sufficiently purged of any particulates that had somehow lodged their way into the remarkably dense fabrics. Eventually though, the blast died down, and the second doors opened automatically.
The doors opened to reveal an interior with a largely brown, beige, and black color pattern. The whole lobby was lit with a quite warm color tone, with the lightbulbs occasionally flickering and all the windows had been sealed off behind steel plates. Eventually Will turned his head to face a desk spanning quite a large distance, located just in front of a large board with all the room numbers located next to a light.
We could vaguely hear someone talking to another person, emanating from behind a door marked "Employees Only", Will glanced at me, pulling my attention to his gloves, which he began to swap out for a new pair. I quickly followed suit. Eventually, just moments after I finished putting on a new pair of gloves, one of the people from behind the door exited.
"Why on Ix would there ever be customers walking in during the middle of the storm! We issued the alert 2 hours ago!" The woman said to the man who stayed in the room as the door closed behind her.
Turning around to face the two of us, and walking over to the main part of the check in desk, she began to speak to us.
"Hi my name us Za'ul!" She said, showing us her name tag.
"Now what can I do for the two of you! Must've been miserable trapped out there in the storm!"
Will began to approach the desk, seeing this I decided to sit down and catch my breath, the 10 kilometer walk had exhausted me, it was remarkable to see Will barley fazed by it.
"Hi my name is Po'ol and this is my hiking buddy Gra'aul, we just finished up the most beautiful of hikes through that nearby forest, so we're on our way back to Hl'ix! I was wondering if you could get us a room please and thank you ma'am." He said in a sort of folksy manner, not too dissimilar from the way Za'ul spoke.
"Alright you want one bed or two?" She responded.
"-Two please." He said, almost cutting Za'ul off.
"All right! You want first floor or second floor?"
"Oh second floor would be lovely."
"Well here's your key and have a lovely stay!"
Will walked over to me.
"Got us a key for room 203, here's your key" Will had switched from his folksy mannerisms to a soft whisper, but I just let the key hit me, I was far to tired to catch it.
"Well I see our hike took quite a bit out of you, so just come up when your ready, I got the bags don't worry."
I nodded my head in silent agreement, I was exhausted, but I knew I should probably go upstairs to the room with him.
"Hold on.." I said, slowly lifting myself up onto my feet and carefully making my way over to the elevator.
Standing in the cramped elevator I noticed Will suddenly had this terrible and persistent oder.
"You okay?" I asked him
"Yeah... why do you ask?"
"It's just... you smell kind of... bad."
"Oh!" He chuckled with that same old chuckle I had heard a million times before.
"Yeah, uh, I'm sure after I explained to you what a shower was you were probably perplexed as to why we don't do the standard UV bath, but basically humans smell bad after a long day, or after a long enough, or intense enough period of physical exertion. Showering gets rid of the smell. I did notice the Ix had only a single layer of skin, and hopefully this means they too have the scent issues that humans have, and thus also make use of showering."
"I see. Can you take another shower when we get to the hotel?"
"Tomō! That's... don't say that to other humans okay, you can be direct with me like that but... a lot of other humans will not take that kindly. Just letting you know that."
The elevator had made its way up to the second floor.
"Let's see, 203... 203... here it is!"
Will unlocked the door and opened it.
"Oh thank the stars they have actual beds and it wasn't just a translational error!" He cried out in relief.
Will ran over to the bathroom.
"And they have showers too! Just Wonderful! Don't worry a shower should adequately clean you too."
"Oh I brought my own portable UV sterilizer, I'll be fine."
"You just relax down I'll take care of the report back to bridge."
I made my way over to the beds and just collapsed into it. Hibernating while laying down was not ideal, but at this point I'd do anything not to be on my feet anymore. Eventually I decided that I didn't care for lying face down, and instead rolled over to face Will, just to make sure he didn't botch the report.
Eventually once he finished his report, he walked over to the rooms corners and placed the sound barriers, which would cancel out our voices making sure nobody heard us. Which he, well, I was supposed to do first thing upon entering, though I was far to tired, and Will must've only just noticed. You know, when he first got here he really just annoyed me to no end, but now, he's really settled in and has gotten really into the hang of things, and sure, he's weird, but you know what, he's a human, he's not weird, just... different.

I think I'm going to leave it off here, I know I promised some action but this is just where the story lead me, and it was already getting long. Part 5 will be out tomorrow. Hope you enjoyed reading!
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2023.06.07 01:39 superyggdrasil Custom hairsystem

Custom hairsystem
Hey everyone,
I've been using hairsystems for nearly 3 years now, and let me tell you about my experience. My first one was awful, but the second one turned out amazing because the hairdresser did a fantastic job. Since then, I've tried several others like lordhair and newtimeshair, but they all disappointed me despite being precut.
I've had both skin systems and lace systems, and personally, I prefer skin systems for various reasons. Unfortunately, I couldn't find a good barber in my city who could give me the same result as my second hairsystem. Feeling desperate, I reached out to the community here for help.
Luckily, someone from myhairmatters, who works in the industry, contacted me. I appreciated how well they explained things and their assurance that I could achieve the best possible result at a reasonable price. Despite hearing negative opinions and concerns about it being a "scam," I decided to give it a chance. I paid $380 upfront for a custom hairsystem with precut styling, and they promised it would be ready within 30 days. They offered a credit option with monthly payments, but I chose to pay in full.
To create my system, I had to provide a template and a sample of my hair. Keep in mind that the time it took for me to send these and for them to forward them to their manufacturer was not factored into the promised timeframe. Consequently, it took a little longer than expected.
I opted for a custom skin hairsystem with a 0.03 front and 0.06 for the rest. I also sent pictures for the precut styling. I must say that I am thoroughly impressed. The hairline looks incredible, the color matches perfectly, and the precut was nearly spot-on (just needed minor adjustments by my barber).
Throughout the process, myhairmatters has been extremely professional. Now, I know I can consistently order the same high-quality hairsystem and achieve the same great result each time. This long-term reliability is crucial, and honestly, the system looks fantastic (although I'm not comfortable showing my face, you can see the hairline in the picture). The hair was precut exactly how I wanted it, ready to go as soon as I installed it.
I'm so satisfied with the results that I wanted to share my experience here for others who face similar challenges. I highly recommend giving myhairmatters a try—100% worth it.
As a disclaimer I do not work for them and have nothing to do with the hairsystem industry , just was desperate once and trying to help people with a solution I found.
Wish you all the best guys
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2023.06.07 01:39 Its_never_lepto Best use of inheritance?

Hi friends, I'm a 40 year old with autism living in the States and money/finances is just a really difficult concept for me.
I only just began building credit by getting a secured card last year in 2022. I also managed to get approved for the worst, most criminally insane car loan. Today, I now owe 125% of what my car is worth, $17k. Other than that, I have no debt besides a random hospital bill.
Within the next week, a 50k inheritance is being wired into my account. This account has less than $20 in it with no savings right now. So I'm going crazy trying my best to not let it go to waste.
I have three questions that I just don't know who to ask. If you have some time to bring a little wisdom into my life here by answering, I promise, I'll take your advice to heart and really really try my best to execute.
  1. What the hell do I do about this stupid, stupid car? I got this Kia after I was struck by a car while riding my crappy Walmart bike to work in the middle of the night (I live somewhere with 0 public transportation, 0 sidewalks, and can't afford ride-sharing services). Had a nervous breakdown and agreed to a batshit crazy 3 year loan out of desperation. I'm aware this is a system designed to fail, but how do I get out of it?? Do I the remaining 17k all at once? The idea of that makes me a little sick, but if it's the best outcome, I'll do it
  2. My living situation is not good. The home I'm in sucks in every way, from location to expense to the HOA and it's horrible condition (inlaws were hoarding alcoholics for 25+ years here and still have 70k left on the mortgage, if that helps you understand why I won't stay here and agree to inherit this debt-trap when FIL dies). With this kind of windfall, is it wise to invest in some land with a used mobile home, maybe? I can't really afford anything like a proper house or even a townhome long term, probably. Moving is a HUGE priority but it can wait since I'm not paying much rent here where I am now.
  3. Investments? Do I even really consider this right now? Or do I just create a savings account and don't touch what I'm not in immediate, urgent need of?
I do not plan on aaaaany kind of treat, vacation, tattoo, or other ridiculous spending with this money. I'd like to use it to it's maximum power to turn my life around...where do I even start?
I know this is hugely messy and maybe no one can answer my questions. If you can't, can you direct me to a resource? Really any lead at all, I'll be all over it.
Thank you for any help. Hugely appreciate your time
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2023.06.07 01:39 shishk4bob Kind of confused and I need advice or some kind off reality check

Am I being mentally abused or am I the problem??
Im asking this question because I don’t know what to believe anymore.
My older sister seems to always want to pick a fight with me.
For example, I’m watching TV and I have my laptop while eating breakfast by myself. She comes home with hot food and doesn’t ever ask me if I’m hungry. I always ask her if she wants anything when I’m out and most of the time she says yes.
Anyway, she comes in and says “Do you know I pay for the electricity”
and I said, “What’s the problem?” My laptop is running on battery so the only thing on is the tv. Then she says, “Well pick one unless you want to pay for electricity.”
I pay for the internet which is three times more than electricity. But I don’t bring it up or cap her data usage. I learned from the past that it’s better to just stay quiet because it’s not worth fighting. So I turned off the TV.
She goes to the kitchen took look for anything she can blame me for. She opens the microwave, and asks, “Have you seen the microwave?” I said, “What’s wrong with it?” She said, “It's dirty ass hell.” I replied, “Well if I saw it was dirty I woulda cleaned it.”
Then she replies, “No you wouldn’t you don’t do shit. You wait for me to do everything. When do you mop the floor?” What she doesn’t know is I do all of these things but I just don’t report it or tell anyone because I’m an adult. I’m 31 years old. It’s’ probably 11 AM I don’t want to start my day like this.
She never has anything nice to say. Yesterday, she got mad that I parked my car in the garage. She said, “Why did you park in the garage?” I usually park on the street but I just got back from the doctor and I could barely walk. My foot was swollen doctor said to lie down as soon as I get home and keep my feet elevated.
So she comes downstairs (knowing I just got back from the doctor, I asked her if she can take me and she said I can't take care of you. All I wanted was a ride. had it been the other way around I wouldn't let her drive herself to the hospital, I would take her and stay with her.
So she tells me, ugh you're useless I always have to do everything!
Which is not true.. she actually has beef with my cousin right now because my cousin told her the same thing. She said.. “we moved grandpa here to my house because you guys don't do anything to help him. Only we do when we visit”
So she and my cousin are not speaking because of the same reason that she’s mad at me. Supposably, I don't do anything. I do so much for her especially before I was diagnosed with a disability. It was only when I stopped working she started being more violent toward me.
We use to have a joke in the family that we were born in the wrong order because I use to pay for all her cell phones, cell phone bills, and food, and when she was on the run cause my mom kicked her out when we were teenagers I was the one helping her survive by giving her and her bf money which I know they used for drugs maybe. She's not an addict but her ex-bf is an addict.
So I’m at the dinner table and I decide I don't want to have this conversation because it's not worth the fight. My home is a lot better when we are getting along. Then she chases me and tells me to put my food away and I said I will but I don't want to be near you right now. You’re being violent.
Then she follows me up the stairs and tells me that I’m going to end up a lonely man and no girl is ever going to want to be with me because I'm such a pig. Her boyfriend comes in the house and tells me to just go in my room then she proceeds to take the dishes that I left on the table and placed them in front of my door.
I'm not asking for sympathy. I'm asking for evidence or some kind of idea about what I’m doing. Am I really the problem? Why does she hate me so much? I told her once that I loved her and whatever it is that changed the way she looked at me, I told her I apologize. I said Im sorry I wasn't a better brother.
I’m not asking for who is right or wrong. I don’t think that matters. But I feel like I’m being mentally abused, gaslighted, or maybe Im being too sensitive. She literally will find anything she can around the house just to bitch as me about. I think she gets happy when she finds out I fucked up somewhere in the house and she just loves to point it out.
I remember when I bought her an iPhone X when it first came out and she destroyed the phone within hours of having it because we unfortunately had to change her number. She said its all my fault and she threw the iPhone to the wall and shattered it. I felt bad because I didn't know we were getting new numbers. I apologized.
I called Sprint and figured out a way to get her old number back. It took a few days but I was able to. and I had to buy a new iPhone X because she destroyed the first one. When I told her her phone came in the mail and her number was restored. She pulls out an iPhone X and says she got her own now. I was furious but I just said whatever as long as we’re getting along that's what my mom would want. mom passed away years ago.. she never apologized. She didn't even give me her new number for maybe two years.
I guess what am i asking is…
what can I do to be a better brother?
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2023.06.07 01:38 Supreme_Mammal_2349 Bottom bracket height

I want to get a Fiend Varanyak frame but I noticed the bottom bracket height is 11.5 which is a big difference to the 11.75 bb I have now. The difference is 6.35mm. The 11.75 just isnt comfortable and feels too high up. Im 6’1 and only ride street. Will a lower bb height affect my bunnyhops or make tricks harder?
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2023.06.07 01:38 RoahZoah Help me pick a summer sandal!

Hi all! I need a summer sandal I can wear almost daily. It can’t be too high because I have to chase little kids but it also can’t be too flat because it’ll hurt my hips/knees/feet after a while. You know how it is.. I realized I have a lot of sandals but I would rather have 1 good pair that checks off all the boxes, than 4 ok pairs.
This is my number one choice:
Nisolo Flatform in almond
I love it, I’m just worried this style will become lame. I do like it and I wish it was a little girlier but I think it seems like it checks off all the boxes. I think it’ll look nice with most daily pants, shorts and dresses. Thoughts?
Other options:
SOREL (in brown or neutral) absolutely love these but they just seem a bit too high.
Michael Kors (in brown) I love the look of these and think it’s the most feminine of all. The height is also good. Cons: not real leather, loud branding
Was looking at espadrilles but unsure..
I like Tory Burch but don’t want to pay $300 for flat sandals.
I already have Birkenstocks Arizona and am looking for something a bit different and girlier next!
What do you guys think?
Anything else you guys can recommend?
Thanks so much!
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2023.06.07 01:38 No_Meat120 Windscreen for 2012 Ducati Monster 796 suggestions?

I am riding a lot of highway miles and can’t but take so much. Any windscreen suggestions?
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2023.06.07 01:36 StalinWaifu Faced my fears and rode all the coasters at the fair 😊

Faced my fears and rode all the coasters at the fair 😊 submitted by StalinWaifu to ScarySigns [link] [comments]

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2023.06.07 01:36 zabfromdurotan S class guppy and s class multi tool on the same station

S class guppy and s class multi tool on the same station
The name on the gun is kind of cool too.
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2023.06.07 01:33 cbvv1992 🔥Walmart - $76.00 Adjustable Velvet Bar Stool Counter Height with Large Pedestal Base, Set of 2!!

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2023.06.07 01:29 monkeyhaiku Diagnosed at 53

Sharing my experience in hopes that some people might find it helpful. I would TL;DR it but you know.
I was a gifted kid. Not genius gifted or anything, just above average smart enough to end up in the gifted programs in school for my whole ride.
There wasn't really an AD/HD diagnosis back then. I'm now fond of saying my diagnosis was "you're smart. you just need to apply yourself."
Unsurprisingly, I now understand, it wasn't an easy ride despite many things that I was lucky enough to have to help cushion.
⚠️ May get tough for some people here. It turns out ok. I'm alive, hapily married, a happy step dad, we own our house outright and it looks like I may be able to get away with part-time work when I go back. I'm very very lucky. However the story may be activating for many reasons starting here.
I am a straight cis white guy from the suburbs. I'm still that. My upbringing was middle middle class. My parents were fucking awesome. Smart, supportive, hard working genuinely good people. I can say without fear of contradiction that you would have loved them.
These things were and are unimaginable advantages. Whatever kind of asshole I am, it's not the kind of asshole that doesn't appreciate that unambiguous fact.
I was a nerd in school. Introverted. Shy. My hair was never not a mess no matter what I tried. I was tall and strong but not athletic. Just not graceful. To this day I hate pictures of myself. Hate them. I had a small circle of friends. Other nerds. I couldn't talk to girls. I got crushes that I only now am starting to understand the intensity of. I didn't do anything bad. I pined silently with only the occasional clumsy harmless effort.
Smart enough but couldn't focus on things like homework. Teachers would either have some sympathy and tell me the aforementioned just apply yourself things or just be frustrated as fuck with me. I understand both. I would pass tests because the information made it into my brain somehow sometimes. Arrogant because I needed to hide a shit ton of insecurities. Passive. Luckily (again) I was big enough that you couldn't actually punch me. The closest I had to a fight in high school ended quickly when I picked the other kid off his feet and threw him into some lockers. Geek rage, you know. The video would get hits now.
Depression, anxiety, feelings of being an outsider ensued. Still there. Niche obsessions. Weirdly specific fixations. Hobbies that I was just plain not good at. Still there.
First career was the Postal Service. I was a carrier in the 90s. Great gig. The mechanical nature of sorting mail eventually clicked. The physical part of the job came easily enough and was beneficial. Tough work environment though and I bet it still is. I eventually turned rarely rouser and burned bridges. Wanted out.
Fell for a multi level despite the clear to anyone but me fact that I wasn't a people person. Floundered a while and then fell for a self improvement/cult. (Statues. Buildings. Places where historical things happen...seriously hit me up if I can help with that.) Ended up taking a job with them at their corporate HQ in a different city. Learned(ish) a trade (number crunching) and worked there for 12 years altogether.
The stuff never really took and was always uncomfortable. Turns out you can't draw out the inner extrovert if it isn't there. Rules, rhetorical rituals, secrecy always bothered me. Luckily life happened and I met my wife. Online dating because I still had no game. Worked out awesome. We fit together really well and through a bunch of rough stuff I'm about to talk about we've been solid. My stepson is cool as fuck. He's grown and he has special needs. He's with us (now in a very happy awesome way) and likely always will be. He has some repetitive stuff and some fixations on uncomfortable stuff that can sometimes really mess with me. Obviously not his fault and like I said he's cool as fuck.
My wife had him very young. Raised him herself despite having shitbag parents herself and is my hero and yours.
I did cop to being an asshole of some kind. Lucky is the kind.
We decided eventually that despite my non-existent education (community college dropout) ten years at a job with a respectable title would be enough to get me a job in the city where we wanted to live. I'm a decent interview in that I can put on the persona. The aforementioned advantages helped in the vast and immeasurable way that they do. In desperation I took the first offer.
They weren't good people either. I could go on but the sum of it would be that my rigid understanding of the rules of accounting didn't match their more situational interpretation, and that my inability to make fast friends and go along to get along frustrated the fuck out of them. They fired me in an unclassy way three months in and I went through a rough patch.
Living on savings in a new city was scary. I was positive I'd fucked up our lives. Looking for work with a dinged resume and no confidence was tough. Each morning I went through the places you go through and if I wasn't on an interview I was disassociating with cable news. Caught a break on a confidence restoring temp gig because a middle aged white guy will. Got another career gig and life was more or less good. Lower middle class in an apartment and some penny pinching but good.
Then it all crumbled. My wife's father died. Not a surprise but fuck cancer. Then my best friend killed himself. A bad story (obviously) but also a shockingly unlikely one. Then my mom died. Just kinda passed in her sleep randomly. Then my other best friend died. PTSD related and I'll never have any compression of it. Then my brothers wife went to her doctor complaining about a persistent cold and came home with a stage 4 diagnosis. Pancreatic just like my father in law. Then my dad died. He was walking around distraught and thinking about my sister in law and slipped and fell. He was gone the second his head hit the tile. Then my sister in law died. My brother now raises two teenagers himself and is my other hero and yours. Then my mother in law died. She was in very bad health for a long time and was also an absolute shit parent for many reasons. Then my wife's stepmother died a few days later. She was a much better parent and a really impressive person. Then my wife's brother died. He did not have an easy life (severe mental illness) and though it kinda could have happened anytime, he was in a good place at the time and it was a shock. It also happened a week before Christmas.
This all happened between Fall of 2019 and winter of 2022.
Messed me up pretty badly but the story turns here. Both those things are extra true.
I was unequiped to deal with this kind of trauma. I had anxiety and depression that came from the undiagnosed AD/HD that to me was just "why am I like this?" to me. Self improvement/human potential cults don't teach healthy coping skills. A life chosen later in life knowing it would always be a little tougher got too tough. As our financial situation changed for the worst possible reasons and kind of kept doing so, a planned month or so vacation from work because the job had started to suck and I now have a very solid resume turned into a year and change. Legal self medication and long periods of disassociation listening to podcasts ensued.
We bought a fucking house. A nice one too. My stepson has a badass basement apartment and is flourishing. My wife and I each have a sanctuary room. Hers is soothing and beautiful. Mine is a dark dive bar with 80-something 5x7 pictures of things that make sense to nobody but me decorating the walls.
Then I started getting help and meds.
The antidepressant raised the floor. The lows are not nearly as low. Depression will always be there but it's no longer something I worry may kill me one day. The anti-anxiety med makes it less overwhelming. Anxiety will always be there but it's no longer something I worry will turn me recluse one day. The AD/HD med has given me some moments of clarity that are awesome but alien to me. The various squirrel chasings will always be there but I no longer worry that I'm a fucking lunatic. The therapy has been indescribable. Understanding why the hell I did this or that takes the mystery and a lot of the sting out of cringe memories. I'm never not going to be kind of a weirdo but I'm so much more comfortable being one.
All this to say: You can figure this out.
I'm not particularly tough. I had advantages and didn't toughen up young. My story is rough but many many people have gotten through tougher ones with fewer breaks. Mine ends with our dream house and the relief of knowing we have something to leave the kid.
You, the person reading this, are tougher than me. The help and support is there and you have the courage to get it.
Get support. Grant yourself some squirrel time now and then.
Sorry. That was a lot.
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2023.06.07 01:26 normancrane The Circular Logic of Space Exploration

The Circular Logic of Space Exploration
Appleton rushed to scratch the message onto the back cover of a magazine lying face-down on a table near the telephone. Scratch—because the pen didn’t want to cooperate; the ballpoint stuck. Appleton’s fingers shook.
It was a prank, surely. The conversation had been recorded. He would end up on a website somewhere, the anonymous out-of-touch butt of some teenager’s joke.
Yet there was something in the quality of that voice, a voice that didn’t belong to any teenager, that forced the shapes of the letters through his wrist, onto the paper. Even as he felt the fool, he also felt the chronicler. The words could be historic.
The words: after a plain “hello” the voice had excused itself and muttered something about a wrong number and galactic interference. Then it had said, exactly, “No matter, you will have to do. My name is Charles R—and I am calling from Mars. First, record the date and time of this communication. Second, please bring it to the attention of one Mrs Mary Clare of 34 Wentworth St, Nottingham. Pass along also that I am doing fine and that, though food is scarce, I have had my fill, and that water is plenty once one digs past the red surface of things.”
That was all. Then the phone went dead. The connection had not been good to begin with, but there was no doubt about any of it. Nothing had been made up. There was no uncertainty.
Having written these five sentences, Appleton let go of the pen, wiped his forehead and retreated to the safety of his customary evening chair. It was a few minutes after six—his regular reading time—but Appleton gave no thought to books. Today, he sat silently in his chair until the clock struck seven. His neurons fired incessantly.
By eight, he had made up his mind: in the morning he would fly to Nottingham and personally deliver the message to Mary Clare.
There was only the slight problem of the wife.
She would arrive home tomorrow afternoon and find it empty. She would worry. Appleton’s greatest fear was that the wife would worry. She was of good breeding and delicate constitution, and worry might weaken her system enough to allow otherwise harmless bacteria to set up residence, which would lead to complications and eventually a prolonged bedridden death. He shuddered at the mere inkling. Right, he would have to compose a note: “My dear, I am off on a scholarly pursuit. Do not worry. I will return by Wednesday. Sincerely, your devoted husband.”
He folded the note and placed it on the dining room table. That, he realized, was more writing than he’d done since his tenure at Oxford. He felt productive again.

- - -

The plane skidded as it touched down, but the flight was otherwise without incident. Outside, grey clouds produced a cold mist that collected drops of water on the brim of Appleton’s hat as he waited by the terminal. Although no one could say so by looking at him, he was nervous.
He nearly misspoke while telling the driver the address. In the taxi, he caught himself rubbing his thumb compulsively against his forefinger like he hadn’t done since his rugby days.

- - -

The house at 34 Wentworth St was made of pale yellow brick. It was smaller and set farther from the road than neighbouring houses. A stone path led to the front door, on either side of which bloomed a well-kempt garden. Appleton walked the path slowly, cherishing the smell of wet flowers and realizing that over the last twelve hours he’d developed a particular mental image of Mary Clare. It was something like the opposite of the wife.
He stood for a few moments before the front door and deliberated whether to ring the electronic bell or use the bronze knocker. Eventually, he rapped his knuckles against the wood. A woman opened the door.
“Yes, hello,” said Appleton.
The woman looked suspiciously at his hands, but he wasn’t carrying anything except the back cover of the magazine on which he’d written the message from Mars.
“I’m not selling,” he said. “I’m looking for Mrs Mary Clare. I’ve been informed that she lives at this address. I have a message for her from Charles R—.”
“Did he send you, the scoundrel?”
Appleton blinked.
“Well did he or didn’t he, speak up. All these years and he can’t even come back to show his face, sends some other poor fool.” Her eyes studied Appleton’s hat. “Or maybe he’s dead. Maybe that’s what you come to tell me. Last of kin or some such.”
“No, Mrs Clare—“
“Simpson, but one and the same as you’re looking for.”
“Mrs Simpson.” Appleton fumbled the correction. He’d shoved one hand into a cloak pocket and was furiously rubbing his fingers together. “Yesterday evening I received a phone call. I wasn’t meant to receive it, you see, there was a mistake with the connection. The call was from Mr Charles R—. He asked that I deliver this message.”
Appleton read aloud what he’d written on the magazine cover.
The woman laughed and stomped her foot. She was in her sixties, Appleton realized. Sections of her hair were greying. The lines under her eyes were deep and permanent. Her laughter was not a joyous laughter.
She said, “Whatever trick it is you’re playing, and whoever you’re playing it with, I’m too old for it, you understand? The past is dead. Mr Charles R— is dead. And I deserve to be left to my own peace. Don’t come back here.”
But before she could close the door, Appleton put his hand on her shoulder. It was a soft shoulder. Appleton gasped. Never had he been so forward with a woman.
“Please, Mr Charles R— is not dead. I spoke to him. I heard his voice. I’m telling you the truth. He’s alive. He’s just on another planet. It’s utterly remarkable!”
Mrs Simpson looked at Appleton with suddenly sympathetic eyes and, even as she removed his hand from her shoulder, kept her voice calm:
“He’s dead to me.”
Appleton’s hand fell limply against the side of his cloak.
“There are certain things you do that, once you do them, their consequences are permanent. There is no pretending and there is no coming back. Take care now, Mister.”
With that, she shut the door.

- - -

Upon returning home, Appleton’s life returned to normal—at least in all superficial respects: he smiled to his wife, he kept to himself, and, at Six O’clock each evening, he retreated to his customary chair to read his customary books. The magazine cover on which he’d written the message from Charles R—, he placed in a private drawer in the desk in his study, underneath unfinished essays and research into particle acceleration and magnet engine propulsion and other old academic bric-a-brac.
For weeks, whilst trying unsuccessfully to locate more information about Charles R—, he kept the drawer unlocked. But, once he’d given up hope, he turned the key and, with one click, banished all thought of Mars from his mind.
Or at least that’s what Appleton intended. For there are certain neurons that, once they start firing, are impossible to stop. At most, they can be slowed—their work delayed. They are not obtrusive neurons: they do not prevent, say, smiling to one’s wife or reading customary books. But they are persistent and every so often they make the results of their operation known. This happens most-of-all at unexpected times, as, for instance, when Appleton, having bent to retrieve a particularly large pine cone from the grass, stood up with the complete schematic for the Magna-IV Engine before his eyes, or, upon having been asked by the local lady grocer for his opinion about a recent stretch of fair weather, replied, “My God, Ruthenium!”
Once such ideas made themselves known to Appleton, he began putting them to paper. Once they were on paper, he tasked other, more compliant, neurons with dividing and conquering any problems that the papers made apparent; and, once those had been solved, what else was there to do but gather the necessary materials and construct the first prototypes?
Appleton kept mum about this, of course. To his physicist colleagues, he was still at work on the same book he’d been working on for the last decade. He was still irrelevant. The wife, as long he smiled to her, suspected nothing. It was only his books that could have given him away—lying unopened on their shelves, their regular Six O’clock appointments long forgotten, their yellowing pages gathering dust—but books by themselves cannot speak. Appleton’s secret was safe.
Even as the project approached completion, not one soul suspected.
When launch-day finally dawned and Appleton, having composed a note to his wife indicating that he would be away until Wednesday on a scholarly pursuit, packed the pieces and prototypes into the back of a rented truck and drove to an old farmer’s field, from where he would blast off that very noon, the whole world was still naïve to the history that would soon be made.
In the field, Appleton worked diligently. He filled the shell of the rocket with each of the separate machines he had designed and constructed. He had a life support system, a navigation system, a communications system. He had propulsion. He had fuel. He had everything that was necessary. Nothing had been overlooked. As the sun rose, it rose on years of endless effort that, today, had physically and for the first time come together in the middle of such a previously insignificant English spot on Earth.
By Ten O’clock, the rocket was nearly complete. All that was left was the installation of the final ingenious detail: the captain’s seat: Appleton’s own customary evening chair.
That done, Appleton looked for one last time at the earthly sky, its thin clouds moving slightly across an orange sun, then climbed into the rocket and closed the hatch. The pneumatics sighed. The inside air was warm. As he set the navigation, every click and beep audible as if within his own skull, Appleton wondered what became of Mary Simpson. But just as it had come, the wonder passed. He confirmed his intended destination on the small liquid crystal display and took a deep breath.
The destination was unbelievable: Appleton felt feverish. He maneuvered into his chair and strapped himself in. Space was tight but he was not uncomfortable. Besides—he thrust a needle into a vein in his arm—he would be asleep for most of the journey. The sedative began to flow. He activated the countdown sequence. When he awoke, he would already be in Saturn’s orbit.

- - -

“Hello? Can you hear me?”
The communications equipment produced only a monotonous hiss punctuated by crackles. Appleton scratched his head. He’d programmed the system to link directly to the telephone in his home. The signal was strong enough. It should be working. He tried another connection.
This time, there was a faint click and the echo of a voice.
“Darling! It’s me. Please say something,” Appleton spoke into the receiver.
The voice wobbled.
“I hope you can hear me. I hope you haven’t been worrying. I hope I haven’t caused you harm. Please, darling, say something so that I know there isn’t a malfunction.”
The echoing voice suddenly came into rather clear focus. “Who is this? And do you want to speak with my mum?”
Appleton knew right away that it wasn’t the voice of the wife. In fact, it wasn’t even a female voice. It was the voice of a boy.
“My name is Appleton,” said Appleton. “I am attempting to contact the wife. Unfortunately, I may have miscalculated. Nonetheless, if you’d be a good lad and please make a note of the following: I am calling from Titan, which is the largest moon of the plane—
“Saturn, I know. I’m not stupid.”
Appleton cleared his throat and adjusted his headset. “Yes, that’s mighty good of you. As I was saying, I am on Titan, having only just arrived, you see. But the situation thus far appears manageable. I predict I shall make a fair go of living here.” He remembered his reason for calling. “Right, then, if you could tell as much to the wife, whom you will find living at 11 Golden Pheasant Lane in Beaconsfield, I would be much obliged. Her name is—“
The connection went dead. The communications system went offline. Try as Appleton might, no amount of banging, prodding and reprogramming ever brought it back.

- - -

Phil Jones replaced the telephone receiver.
“Who was that?” his mother asked.
Then disappeared down the hall without waiting for an answer.
Phil went back to the homework spread out on his bedroom floor, whose doing Appleton had interrupted. Geography lay beside history, which bordered an island of English. Phil tried all three subjects—cross his innocent heart, he did—but all at once the history was too boring, the English too imprecise and the geography too much pointless memorisation. He rubbed his eyes. Next year he’d be in high school. The homework would only get harder.
He typed the letters almost absent-mindedly into a Google image search.
The moon stared at him.
Somewhere inside his head, certain neurons were beginning to fire.
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2023.06.07 01:21 kittenkerplooie Waterpark Woes

I'm going on a vacation with my boyfriend and his friend's family where we will be spending a large amount of time in water parks. I am the only plus sized person in the group (to my knowledge) and I'm now worried about being at the top of the weight range for some of the slides. How can I deal with the anxiety of being sidelined or, heaven forbid, being asked to get off of a slide?
It's a newer relationship (6 months), my bf has never said anything about my weight and I'm undergoing treatment for binge eating disorder, but I'm starting to stress out about not being able to participate or drag everyone down with my inability to do group rides. I can't cancel, as I've been looking forward to this, I just didn't realize it was going to be so waterpark-heavy. Just looking for any tips you fabulous folks might have.
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2023.06.07 01:20 dipDipd Teenage brother refuses to study and talk about puberty

  1. 14 year old brother going through puberty
  2. Family recently immigrated to the south and he has adjusted well in school and has been a great student
  3. Out of the blue my brother started refusing to study and is now glued to the phone and computer.
  4. Avoids talking about what's bothering him and has mental breakdowns.
  5. I think it's happening because there is nothing fun to do in this state and we had a shitty childhood growing up under mildly narcissistic parents with mental issues.
  6. Mother's alcoholism is worsening because of this
  7. I'm trying to take him to therapy but I'm afraid he'll say no to that as well.
Hey guys, I've got a 14 year old brother who is going through puberty and about a month ago he stopped caring about his studies and started having frequent mental breakdowns. Quick story about my background: I am a recent college grad living with the family until I get a job in my field of study. I studied in California and after my graduation my fam decided to immigrate to the US specifically in Alabama from Korea and my brother came with them. So I moved in with them to help em out. He adjusted really well to the life in the US and is popular in school and is a pretty smart kid. My parents kinda suck tho, they haven't abandoned us but we had a turbulent childhood thanks to their grand mistakes and frequent violent fights involving physical altercations. But despite all those hardships, we survived and I graduated from college and he's been doing quite well in school and friends and just life in general until now. Ever since we moved to Alabama, my family has had so many fights and insane mental breakdowns (had to stop my dad from committing suicide) and it seems like the stress coming from all that plus puberty has finally broke my brother. At the moment, I have pretty much cut ties with my piece of shit father and am just keeping it quiet until I move out. My brother has had some mental breakdowns throughout the year we have been living here and they always ended up resolving on their own but I think he has reached his limits. He refuses to talk about what's bothering him and just avoids any sort of talk and is glued to the computer or his phone. Continuing to ask him about what's wrong ends up enraging him so I just don't know what to do. All I know is that he hates this state so much because it is depressing and is extremely boring compared to where he's used to (I hate it as well lol) and really wants to get out of here. There is also absolutely nothing exciting to do to relieve stress in this town. We have arranged plans to send him over to Korea and some exciting states in the US where his friends are and recently he agreed to resume his studies but he keeps breakimg his promise and going back into full on refusing to respond mode.
His curremt state is making my mom really depressed and worsening her alcoholism and it's so frustrating to see this whole thing turning into a vicious cycle. I am thinking I really should take him to therapy myself because he definitely has so much trauma built up from our shitty childhood.
I kept motivating him to fight against his fears and work on his studies as hard as he can to escape this state on a positive note and he gets all fired up about studying and then the next day he just does the refusal thing again.
My mom has always used those stupid scare tactics on me and him since as long as I can remember (the typical if you son't study you'll end up on the streets kind of BS) and I think all of this kinda stems from that as well.
We grew up in a failed marriage household with both parents with mental disorders(depression, alcoholism, panic disorder, anger issues and etc.) From what I have heard, it seems like they gave birth to us without having a decent plan. My grandma kept pressuring my mom to have a child so I was born. And I was baffled to hear that my parents decided to have my brother because when I was just a little fkn kid I just playfully said I wanted a brother. WOW. And they have the audacity to pressure us to support them whem they get old when it's all their fault they lost all their money on dumbass business ideas and from general lack of money management skills and refusal to listen to sound advice. Anyway I digress and that's another story.
I was wondering if you all could share some advice on how to deal with something like this and if these problems will usually resolve on their own as he gets older. I'm gonna take him to therapy but I'm afraid he'll say no to that as well.
Thank you everyone.
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2023.06.07 01:19 SuperReleasio64 Can anyone help me fix my Venom GT? It drives like a bar of soap

2012 Hennessey Venom GT - S2 995

Weight 2667 lbs
Balance 45%
HP 1415
Torque 1362 lb-ft
Top Speed 254.2 mph
0-60 1.432s
0-100 3.076s
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Engine Stock
Drivetrain AWD
Aspiration Stock
Body Kit Stock
Intake Stock
Fuel System Stock
Ignition Stock
Exhaust Stock
Camshaft Stock
Valves Stock
Displacement Race
Pistons Stock
Twin Turbo Race Anti-lag
Intercooler Stock
Oil Cooling Stock
Flywheel Stock
Platform And Handling
Brakes Race
Springs Race
Front Arb Race
Rear Arb Race
Chassis Reinforcement Race
Weight Reduction Race
Clutch Race
Transmission Race Seven Speed
Driveline Race
Differential Race
Tires And Rims
Compound Slick
Tire Width Front 295 mm, Rear 375 mm
Rim Style Sport American Racing AR927 Barrage
Rim Size Front Stock in, Rear Stock in
Track Width Front Stock, Rear Stock
Profile Size Front Stock, Rear Stock
Aero and Appearance
Front Bumper Race Front Bumper
Rear Bumper N/A
Rear Wing Race Rear Wing
Side Skirts N/A
Hood N/A


Tires bar psi
Front 1.45 21.0
Rear 1.48 21.5
Gears Ratio
Final Drive 2.54
1st 4.16
2nd 2.73
3rd 2.12
4th 1.62
5th 1.27
6th 1.00
7th 0.80
Alignment Camber Toe Caster
Front -1.5° 0.0° 7.0°
Rear -1.5° 0.0°
Front 7.7
Rear 16.6
Springs kgf/mm lbs/in n/mm
Front 71.2 398.6 698.1
Rear 89.8 502.7 880.4
Ride Height cm in
Front 9.1 3.6
Rear 11.4 4.5
Damping Rebound Bump
Front 1.1 1.9
Rear 4.7 5.1
Aero kgf lb
Front 114.8 253.0
Rear 287.1 633.0
Brakes %
Balance 85%
Pressure 58%
Differential Accel Decel
Front 17% 10%
Rear 65% 15%
Center 75%
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2023.06.07 01:19 Certain-Ad-2007 [USA-CA] [H] CPU+RAM+Mobo combo (+) GPU and or PSU, Cases, RAM, headphones, office laptop, keycaps, wifi adapter, SATA to USB, dysfunctional mouse, fans [W] Paypal G&S, Cash, Highish end GPU
Buddy needs to finish a new build off with a GPU. His budget is $650-$680 if there's a box. Anything AMD or Nvidia
Buyer responsible for up to $25 if shipping through Paypal. The rest will be covered if for some reason it's over that price. This won't apply to cases
Part were pulled from buddy's prebuilt.
CPU+RAM+mobo: $230 local or $235 + shipping i7 9700k, ddr4 32gb (quad channel) corsair vengeance 3600mhz CL-18, asus z390-p No boxes so local is priority. Item will be packaged as securely as possible if shipping. Parts will be in an anti static bag and come put together unless requested otherwise There is a small bend on one of the front but he assured me that it causes no issues Not considering parting out atm, maybe in a month or two Used 3-4 years
MSI RTX 2060 Super: $155 local or $160 + shipping; will bundle with CPU MOBO RAM for $370 local or $375 + shipping No boxes so local is priority. Item will be packaged as securely as possible if shipping. will be inside an anti static bag Used for about 4 years Dusted occasionally over the years but not anytime recently
APEVIA 600W PSU GOLD CERTIFIED 80+: $30 local or +shipping; will bundle with CPU MOBO RAM GPU for $400 local or $405+shipping or without gpu $260 local or $265+shipping No screws to mount to PC Nonmodular Dunno anything else Used 3-4 years
Office laptop Dell Latitutde E7450: 70 local or $72 + shipping i5-5300U, 8gb (single stick) DDR3 1600, built in NIC and sd card reader, Samsung 850 EVO 250gb ssd, resolution either 1920x1080 or 1366x768 (i'm getting conflicting answers) This item was owned by me and not my friend. Bought about 2 years ago as a refurb from Amazon. Used by me maybe a total of 30-40 times. Has been COLLECTING DUST since I got a gaming laptop Battery never overflowed. Unplugged when at full charge. Battery health listed as "excellent" as determined by Dell BIOS Trackpad is great, keystrokes are great, everything about this laptop is great (besides the fact that after 2015 it was being outclassed) Dunno how will ship this one yet if shipping
Crucial ballistix RAM: $22 local or $23+shipping 2x8gb ddr4 3000mhz CL-15 Not really much to say Will be mailed in bubble mailer. Maybe like $5 total to ship
Cowin headphones $10 local or +shipping This item was also mine. I tried it on once and never used it I have no audio cable for it I literally know nothing about it. Was given to me for my birthday but I'm not a headphones guy
KINGWIN Sata to usb box: $8 local or +shipping or free with order over $40 Also also mine. I used it once an when trying to fiddle with hdds. Never again Has sata to molex, sata to sata, sata to usb, some other stuff i dont recognize. Most of it is open box as only the sata to usb cable was used Idk how much these go for
Steelseries Rival 3 $5 local or +shipping or free with order over $40 This also also also was mine It worked for the most part but when it was lightly dropped from even tiny heights, it had a stroke for a few seconds, as in the cursor would lag hard when I dragged the mouse, so it's a bit sensitive. I think the ballpoint or something got knocked out of place (idk mouse terminology or troubleshooting) It's pretty damn dirty. Collecting dust and last time I dropped some soil (yes real soil) but it didnt have an effect on the mouse when I continued using it while waiting for a replacement I think this is the exact model: Will ship in replacement box (i ordered a clone off amazon)
TP LINK WIFI ADAPTER $10 or +shipping or free with order over $40 Was mine as well. Used it for 2 years before just using onboard cuz it was better Will cost a couple dollars at most to ship
HYPERX KEYCAPS $15 LOCAL OR +SHIPPING Buddy didnt tell me much about them Shouldnt cost more than $5 to ship, probably $3
LIAN LI O11 DYNAMIC MINI: $90 local (wouldnt make sense to ship) Open box condition Nothing more
CYBERPOWER PREBUILD CASE: Asking price $50 local (I'll look into more appropriate price later also does not make sense to ship) Buddy's case for his prebuilt that got torn down as seen above. Includes two intake and two exhaust fans
x3 Corsair iCUE SP120 RGB PRO Performance 120mm Fan $14 each local or +shipping Dunno if theyre the rgb ones or not. Can test on my pc if youre interested Should cost only a couple dollars for each to ship
Obo prices. Lowballers will be ignored. Local 93630 or 93636 (im in the middle). Not driving more than 10 mins for local orders under $30. One free item per buyer if applicable Comment before pm please
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2023.06.07 01:19 temptationaus UFC 289: Nunes vs Aldana (Provide Picks Full Card Breakdown and Analysis)

2023 Results (So Far): +13.78 Units
2022 Results: +73.185 Units
All Time: +87 Units
Quick recap for last week - one of our worst weeks in some time. It was a very frustrating watch on quite a lot of our bets. I mentioned in our betting mailout post weigh-ins that this was a massively dicey card in that it was going to be a hugely positive results or quite a rough week for betting and that came completely true (sadly). Recap:
  1. Daniel Santos ITD and under 2.5 rds - I don’t know how Munoz hung in there, he was getting absolutely battered at some many points. That one hurt.
  2. Castaneda wins RD 2/ RD 3 - A tonne of people riding the Gafarov side in this one, he showed some good heart and durability but Castaneda was the clear a side in this one as I thought. In retrospect, this was a really sharp bet and I think we were unlucky not to hit here.
  3. Zaleski ITD - on the right side with a close fight between these two, ITD never really looked likely. Chalk it.
  4. Tim Elliott ML - was my strongest lean and at a good price. All week I thought he would just be better than Altamirano everywhere and he was. I think Victor looked good and he is getting better and the guy is super tough but just outclassed in this one.
  5. Kara-France/Albazi under 4.5 rds - thought this was hitting when Albazi had the back of Kai and was choking him out, Kai did unreal to survive that. Close fight, never really close to any finish besides that RNC. Is what it is.
I think we were unlucky on a few of those picks and if a few things had gone differently it wouldve been a mammoth week. That’s part of the game though! Play your value, make your reads properly week after week and you will get your dues - firm believer.
Anyways enough waffle - let’s get into this week’s shenanigans. Name value wise, this is one of the worst PPV’s in some time - gotta feel for those Canadian fans. However, I say it most weeks, any weekend with MMA in my life is a better weekend than if there was nothing! Some strong favourites and some interesting underdogs this week.
David Dvořák (20-5) vs. Steve Erceg (9-1):
Erceg is a rangey FLW who fights out of OD. Decent little leg kick, more of a counter striker. He has good timing on his wrestling entries, good at using the overhand right consistently and then using that setup to feint and use double leg entries. Erceg also has really nice outside leg trips. He’s quite an elite grappler, very sharp on the ground and is outstanding at finding the back and on the mat he is so comfortable. He has complete control with his long arms and legs and is able to use them expertly to position his opponent where he wants them. He just has a great variety of submissions he is able to go to depending on the scramble situation. He is also very good at using his height to hold people against the cage and has really good knees in the clinch. Dvorak is an elusive, well rounded guy on the feet. He is quite a movement orientated FLW, very bouncy and likes to fight on the outside and off the back of his jab. Quite a wide base and can be very measured which means he should have good balance against an incoming takedown. He does at times rush into exchanges at times which worries me that he will get level changed and clean taken down. He is the far more experienced fighter with almost double the fights and this does seem like a step down in competition. Coming into this fight I thought I would be far on the Dvorak side given the striking advantage but I think Erceg can give Dvorak a lot of issues on the ground here with his scrambling ability and outside leg trips in the clinch. Close fight, edging Dvorak but if we see Erceg as a big underdog, I am definitely playing him, potentially by sub. For now, I will take David Dvorak via UD.
BET: If Erceg is over a +250 underdog, 1 unit play on Erceg. If I can get Erceg via SUB at +500 or more, I am definitely playing that.
Chris Daukaus (12-6) vs. Khalil Rountree (11-5) [CANCELLED BUT I HAD ALREADY ANALYSED SO ENJOY LOL]
Rountree is a SP Thai style fighter, he has very quick, sharp hands that pair with his explosive variety of kicks nicely. He has always been a super talented guy but struggled mentally so it is nice to see him put things together in that area as well as develop physically. I like the way he handfights in opposite stances, he really accentuates the rear body kick and straight shots which is excellent, it works better when he works off the back of his lead hand feints. Can be partial to losing a little technique with his boxing combos and swinging wildly which a skilled boxer in the pocket will take full advantage of. Daukaus coming down for to 205 for this fight which is a move that shouldve happened sooner IMO. He’s mainly a boxer who relies on quick hands in close, landing some decent volume but can be out powered. If you look at Daukaus’ record, there’s a clear trend - he KO’s grapplers and loses to competent strikers. Will be interested to see him on the scales but skill for skill, I favour Rountree’s kicking game to really shine here and given this will be an OD vs SP matchup, I favour the Rountree side even more - I expect the lead hand feints, sharp crosses and rear body kick to dictate this fight and lead to a KO within 2 rounds. Taking Khalil Rountree via TKO RD 2.
BET: Will be looking at the unders, Khalil ITD if in the range of -130 and under.
Nassourdine Imavov (12-4) vs. Chris Curtis (30-10):
This is a pretty tough fight to handicap given we have seen such varying degrees of success from both men. Imavov is a long, flowy Orthodox mainly kickboxer who has good footwork and really good straight shots. He has a similar style of footwork to his main training partner Cyril Gane however he has far less head movement and this really does show as he is quite hittable. I do really like the variety in the kicking game of Imavov, he has a very agile lead lead leg which means a lot of teeps, side kicks, oblique kicks and calf kicks. Imavov is far better when he is dictating the fight off the back of his jab and the one moving forward, when he is the one moving backwards his head movement is far worse, his chin is there to be hit and his footwork leaves him just in range. Chris Curtis is a Southpaw boxer who has a simple game plan in his fights - keep the fight standing with his great takedown defence and land the more significant shots in the pocket. He is good at moving forward, cutting off the cage and relying on initial slips and a high boxing guard to defend most shots. His lead hand is somewhat active but his money maker is definitely his body rips, which generally come off his slipping actions, as well as his rear hand cross. Given his heavy lead leg orientated boxing stance, Curtis has very little kicking ability and his ability to check kicks is next to nothing - this is an area I fully expect Imavov to exploit. To me, Imavov is going to be landing more volume, with the kicks and the hands, dictating where this fight takes place. I think Curtis will be slowly trying to move forward, cut the cage and use his power shots to the body to wear on Imavov to where he can take over late. I think the movement of Imavov will be enough to use angles in and out, land more often and use the clinch to get the Thai plum for knees to the body and to hold Curtis against the cage if need be. This is a close fight, I think the odds are pretty bang on here. Not interested in betting this fight but I will slightly edge Nassourdine Imavov via UD (29-28).
BET: Too many unknowns for me, no bet.
Aiemann Zahabi vs. Aoriqileng
Zahabi is one of the strangest fighters to breakdown for me simply because he is so awkward in his movements. He switches stances as he moves forward in the most uncomfortable looking way. I like his kicking counters, has nice kickboxing style counters and he clearly has some power in his hands. He is very low volume and looks to be the counter striker, letting his opponent throw first and then countering off that. He fights super infrequently which concerns me but is riding a few OK wins. Coming up against Aoriqileng here who is definitely rounding out his skill-set and getting better which you like to see. Defensively, he is good at just staying out of range with his footwork and staying in a tight shell, he also has a really good chin to absorb shots. Offensively, he is OK, he could probably benefit from using his jab more but he has good timing on his shots and has nice boxing combos in close specifically. He likes to lead in with a lead left hook and follow with his big cross and work off that. In this one, I think Aoriqileng is the side to be on. I think he is the more well-rounded fighter who can use his wrestling to mix things up but on the feet, I favour his power and hand-speed and I think he will touch Zahabi up in this one. I think Fight Ready will have Aoriqileng primed here and I think he will look better than his last fight. Taking Aoriqileng via UD.
BET: Swaying on an Aoriqileng ML play but as of right now, nothing.
Blake Bilder vs. Kyle Nelson
I think Bilder is better in every single area of this fight. He’s a better boxer, he is more durable, his grappling is probably his best aspect of his game and I think he will wear on Nelson here and outlast him. Bilder is (pardon me) building into his career nicely, I think this is a good opponent for him to put a showcase on against. Am curious to see what some props on Bilder ITD will be. I think he will have more volume, more power and he will be more live to finish the fight. I think Bilder’s speed will catch Nelson and then he will find a submission. Taking Blake Bilder via SUB RD 2.
BET: Nothing outlayed currently. Potential Bilder ITD play if +250. Probably a parlay piece.
Diana Belbiţă vs. Maria Oliveira
Close fight. Not interested here.
BET: no bet.
Jasmine Jasudavicius vs. Miranda Maverick
Now this is a fight that I might surprise some with. Let’s start with Maverick - she got a huge wrap from Anik probably over 1.5 years ago claiming she would beat Shevchenko. Now while that is completely ludicrous, she has shown a decent amount of talent. On the feet, she is pretty technical with her kickboxing, looking her best when she is at range and can use her kicks to dictate the fight. She is pretty well-rounded with an OK offensive wrestling game, generally built off clinch pressure and outside/inside trips. Now where she has struggled is her defensive wrestling, she is content to get stuck on her back and shows an inability to move or improve position. She is coming up against Jasudavicius here, who while is incredibly average on the feet, is honestly a very impressive female wrestler. She is BIG for the division, she is durable and she has really good forward pressure. I think while this fight is on the feet, Maverick will be the far better striker but I think Jasudavicius will be like a dog in this fight, moving forward, absorbing shots while she closes distance and holds Maverick up against the cage, using her massive frame before working takedowns and trips and maintaining top position to win minutes. I think this is a decent matchup for Jasudavicius and I think frankly that this is a far closer fight than the odds would indicate. It should be close but I am taking Jasmine Jasudavicius via UD.
BET: Jasudavicius ML +260 (1 unit to win 2.6).
Mike Malott vs. Adam Fugitt
Hometown boy in Mike Malott in this one. Malott fights out of both but southpaw stance mainly, with a Thai style striking game mixing powerful hands and sharp rear power kicks while keeping the fight in his range. On the ground he has really good BJJ, I like how smothering his top pressure is - he has really good balance to hold top position but uses it well to land good ground and pound and hunt submissions. He has good power in his hands, especially in his hooks that land in perfect placement and with excellent timing. Fugitt also fights out of southpaw and is a sort of OK everywhere but not great anywhere sort of fighter. He looks comfortable on the feet but is extremely hittable, not a lot of head movement but is super durable, I mean that head kick he just ate from Kinoshita was so flush and it didnt even wobble him. He is a Muay Thai bred fighter but has good wrestling pressure and we saw in his last fight that he can mix in takedowns, maintain top position and use vicious elbows to finish the fight. If we see SP v SP on the feet, I think this will be pretty closely contested. Both guys are fairly rudimentary strikers with Malott probably having more power but I think Fugitt has the durability to withstand this. I probably favour the grappling of Malott, I think pure grappling wise he is stronger and more technical and given I think that the striking is fairly close, I am going to lean Mike Malott via UD.
BET: Curious to see what the over 1.5 is set at given Fugitt is durable and can probably withstand Malott.
Dan Ige vs. Nate Landwehr
Man I love Nate Landwehr as a person and a personality within the UFC but this is just a really difficult matchup for him. Ige is super well-rounded with good power in his hands, nice movement, Hawaiian durability, effective offensive wrestling and good grappling. He is good in brawls but also content to fight from the outside and land his shots. Nate thrives when he can make these fights absolute scraps and wear on his opponent but I just don’t see Dan succumbing to the pressure of Nate. Nate’s chin can definitely be cracked and I think Ige has too much power in his hands, I think he will touch Nate and I think he will put him away. It’s a big step up in competition and one that I would love to see Nate do well in, but going to have to side with the more proven, well-rounded commodity at this point and take Dan Ige via TKO RD 2.
BET: no bet.
Eryk Anders vs. Marc-André Barriault
No time to watch tape and honestly not much interest. Two grappling offensive heavy boys. You’d think this goes overs.
BET: No bet
Charles Oliveira vs. Beneil Dariush
And finally, we are at the main event of the evening! Just kidding, but seriously…. We know who Charles Oliveira is, he is an aggressive, forward pushing, muay thai striker with elite offensive grappling. On the feet, I love Charles’ offense. He has technically beautiful and powerful boxing combinations, he has solid leg kicks, he has a agile lead leg which we see lets him use his teep to the guts and check kicks intermittently, he is just a lot to deal with. However, where he falls is his striking defence. He is susceptible to being hit and this is purely because he has no head movement and is always on centre line. While his recovery time is pretty decent, his chin isn’t great and we have seen that he can be submitted after being hurt if the opponent isn’t concerned with entering the grappling space with him. Onto Beneil Dariush - super well rounded guy, fights out of SP and is on some sort of upward trajectory career wise. While I do think the competition level can be slightly questioned, the same could have been said (and was said) of Charles post Kevin Lee / Tony Ferguson, but these guys cant prove themselves against top flight competition if they don’t get their chance and Beneil is getting his shot here. Beneil is good but not great on the feet, he has a sort of awkward style where he isn’t super explosive and is kind of flat footed but he does have power, good leg kicks and a decent chin. He has excellent takedown defence to keep the fight standing and if his opponent does get him down, he has elite scrambles to threaten submissions, specifically leg entanglements to use this to get back to his feet. Straight up, this is an excellent fight and we are in for a treat. How does this fight play out? It is definitely the critical question. I actually think Do Bronxs offensive wrestling is hugely underrated, he has elite double legs and if he can clinch up with you, especially against the cage, his knees to the body and elbows on the break and massive for wearing on his opponent. I honestly don’t think we see a massive amount of ground time here unless someone is rocked and wants to jump in, I think Beneil’s TD DEF is good enough to stay on the feet and I doubt he’s putting himself out to shoot singles and doubles and risk a scramble scenario with a non-concussed Charles. So the question is, who is the better striker? I think it’s Charles. I think his lead teep is going to be a huge weapon here, I think he will push the pace, use that to keep range and just wear at Beneil as well as off his jab and as long as he can avoid the big overhand left that Beneil loves, I think he is live in this one. Beneil drops his hands as he leg kicks and I can see Charles timing this, blocking the power left kick from Beneil and countering with left hook on the chin and I think we might see a ground and pound stoppage here. It is a super close fight, one that will be exciting from the start and one that will hurt no matter who loses. I think the odds are closer to a 50/50 than the bookmakers have it - I am taking Charles Oliveira via TKO RD 1.
BET: Charles Oliveira ITD +180 (1 unit to win 1.8)
Amanda Nunes vs. Irene Aldana
This is a much more interesting fight than the previous Pena scheduling so I don’t mind seeing this replacement. Mexican fighters are on a hell of a run in title fights, so I am sure Aldana will be absorbing that momentum coming into this. Aldana is a very typical style Mexican fighter, good boxing especially in the pocket, some wicked durability and a really nice jab. She can be wrestled and taken down but for a mainly boxing fighter she manages to catch people in some strange scrambles sometimes which could play a key here. The main questions for Nunes is and always tends to be, what is her motivation like? We know how she fights, she loves to try and strike on the feet, has mean power but can also shoot takedowns and grapple with severe efficiency when she gets on top. We knew Pena was going to be durable, be awkward, be relentless and keep pushing forward and she did and she wore on Nunes. I think Aldana can do the same here, if she fights off the back of her long jab, she is a much more technical striker than Nunes IMO - and to be honest, I think Nunes has slightly regressed in her technicality on the feet. Aldana has a path to victory in fighting behind the jab, frustrating Nunes to engage in a dog fight which is much to Aldana’s benefit. I also think Nunes has a path to victory by working her takedowns, working her kicking game and winning minutes by smothering the output of Aldana. I capped this fight 55/45 to Aldana, will wait to see what they both look like on the scale before I pull the trigger but there is a potential of a Aldana ML play here if we get the right number. The pick will be Amanda Nunes via SUB RD 4 but has the potential to change.
BET: No bet currently, potential Aldana ML play.
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2023.06.07 01:16 originalnascar Folks with bipolar, did you have to adjust to your medicated self?/How did your lifestyle change once you got on medication?

I am 21F, diagnosed bipolar I a year ago, but I have had symptoms since late childhood/early teens. Before adulthood I experienced typical and awful bouts of depression, where I got barely anything done and was able to do well in school just by being a smart slacker, interspersed with periods of (hypo)mania where I would sleep much less, feel euphoric and productive, and get a fuck ton done... even as a teen I'd feel so inspired/creative and in my own head that I'd write heaps, some of which became national prize-winning stuff, or published work. So I kind of fell into this cycle of doing absolutely nothing when depressed and then just waiting for the mania/hypomania to kick in so that I could rapidly catch up on everything and be my "normal" self, frontloading work and accomplishments before the depression inevitably hit again.
Now, as an adult, this has made me incredibly unhealthy. Before "doing nothing when depressed" just meant playing videogames and crying in my room and just coming out for dinner; now it means substance abuse (weed and cigarettes), dirty laundry piling up everywhere, plates that need to be cleaned, bills that I am late on...
I don't even "catch up on life" when manic anymore, my thoughts move too fast and the euphoria is too intense for me to get much done, and all bets are off obviously if I become psychotic/manic manic. I also have ADHD that is also way more destructive in adulthood than it was when I was younger, and it's difficult to focus hypo/manic energy into productivity much of the time. Now I just spend a lot, go on a lot of walks/runs (lol), and make embarrassing posts on social media...
I feel like I spend all of the time inside my head, either trying to numb the pain or just trying to ride the waves. I've been on medication for 6 months and it has helped. My moods are much more even and I feel way more "normal". I am glad to not be psychotic or suicidal. But everything feels less exciting, for one... not in a good or bad way, just objectively. Life is more predictable now. More stable, and that's good. But less exciting.
And also, the fact that I have built my entire personality and living habits around having these extreme and unpredictable shifts in mood. I am glad that I can let go of those habits now, but I'm not quite sure that I know how. I've never had a "healthy"/stable approach to life, and have very few healthy habits and don't know how to start building them. I don't know how to start working on things at a steady, even and predictable pace, I don't know how to gently manage my life in a sustainable way, that's never been me. I feel still like I'm waiting for something to happen, for me to get super depressed, or better, super high and manic so that I can "start" doing stuff. Has anyone else experienced this? How does your medicated self differ from your unmedicated self? Any tips for life skill/habit building? Thanks!
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