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There was a little town, nestled in the woods by the shore, that was by all appearances a rather ordinary town. But nestled in this town was a bar, called Big Owl’s Hooty Hoot, and nestled in this bar was a mechanical box nestled into the corner of the dance floor - right next to an old jukebox - and nestled in this curious mechanical box was a secret. A secret no one had discovered after all these years, as hardly anyone danced at Big Owl’s Hooty Hoot. In fact hardly anyone visited Big Owl’s Hooty Hoot at all, except for some old drunkards who admired the cheap stout, a couple of cripples who lived next door, Jim (the town’s talking, fedora wearing black bear who no one really liked) and some other questionable characters who, well, no one really wanted to know why they were there. One hot summer night, Jackie and Wilbert strolled into the bar on what was quite possible the most painfully awkward and mediocre date night ever. Jackie, trying to ease the awkwardness but still not really wanting to be there, suggested to Wilbert they take to the dancefloor and boogie. It was then that Wilbert noticed the curious mechanical box collecting dust next to the jukebox. This fascinated Wilbert. It did not fascinate Jackie. It wasn’t easy to discern how to use the box, or what the box did exactly. It had a few exposed gears, a crank, a roll of marbled paper in the center, and on it were the words “G L AM O U R” up top, and below that “P A S S”. It also had a slot for quarters. Overcome with curiosity - and a good number of stouts - Wilbert put in a few quarters and turned the crank a few times. Ffhhpppt-ding! It spat out the tiniest, thinnest little piece of marbled paper, rolled up like a miniature scroll. And on that scroll was inscribed the words to a magic spell. Wilbert read slowly from the paper, confused as to what it meant. “Please pardon my quiet reserved nature. It’s because I prefer to do the listening and let you lead.” “Oh Wilbert,” Jackie said with a sweet look in her eyes Wilbert had never seen before, “why didn’t you just say so?” She gently put her hand on his face and gave him a peck on the cheek. Wilbert didn’t know what was happening. He didn’t know why Jackie was suddenly so affectionate toward him. He didn’t know why the machine had given him those words. He didn’t know that the words he’d read from the scroll were precisely what Jackie wanted to hear. He didn’t even really know how abysmal their date night had been going up until that moment, although he had a hunch. All he knew was that now, things were different. The long silence pauses between him and Jackie were no longer painful and awkward. They were comfortable and charmed. As if they were an elderly couple, assured in each other’s presence, not needing to talk. They accepted each other as they were. Jackie enjoyed feeling she could steer the conversation and the night’s activities, and the relationship as a whole, in the direction she pleased. Back at the front of the bar, Jim the Bear noticed the change in the couple’s demeanor as they held hands skipping out the door. Jim was curious, for the first time in 16 years of his drunken nights at Big Owl’s Hooty Hoot, about the odd little box that sat in the corner by the jukebox. He put a few quarters in. Ffhhpppt-ding! Out spat another tiny little marbled scroll. Jim unrolled the scroll as dedicated as he could with his big drunken bear claws. He read from the scroll… “I’m just telling you this as a friend, so you don’t have to hear it from a foe.” “What’t that Jim?” called the bartender from across the room, wiping down a glass. Jim let out a gruffled ughrraaharrrr roar. “Gosh, you’re so nosey, Randy,” Jim said back to the bartender. “And hard of hearing too. I said ‘I’m just telling you this as a friend, so you don’t have to hear it from a foe’.” Randy paused for a moment and looked over to the others sitting behind the bar. Randy and them all laughed in good spirits. “Oh, Jim, that is what you do, isn’t it?"“ Randy said. “All these years, you and your big bear mouth have just been looking out for us, eh, buddy?” Jim the Bear gave a confused laugh. “Uh, heh uh… huh”. He took a seat back at the bar. The bearded gentleman seated next to him, who had avoided eye contacted with Jim all night, gave the bear a brotherly pat on the shoulder. “Here ya go Jim, this one’s on the house. Your favorite,” Randy said pouring a honey golden white stout. Hardly anyone could believe it. Jim the Bear. The biggest bear asshat in all of town, now adored by all who laid eyes on him. Nothing about Jim had really changed, except perhaps he was a little more confident and smiley as he made his blunt off-color remarks at every passer by. Naturally, the machine generated a lot of interest. By the time the night had finished, everyone had gone over to that mysterious little machine and purchased a magic scroll. Everyone left that night looking at least a hundred times more favorable in the eyes of everyone else. Soon people from all over town were coming to Big Owl’s Hooty Hoot just to get their scroll from the Glamour Machine. Not long after that people would show up from out of town for the Glamour Machine. Its ability to weave words that adorned its users in flawless linguistic cloaks was a marvelous sensation. Everyone had to have glamour. Everyone. The more glamour one purchased, the easier they found it to rise in the world. To become adored in this little town. To become wealthy in this little town. To become mayor of this little town. To become too big of a hot shot for this little town, and to move to a mansion in Hollywood and become an international star. But with all this glamour about new problems arose. When everyone in town had glamour, the only way left to appear more attractive was to knock down somebody else. The scrolls the glamour machine began to churn out had neighbor attacking neighbor with vicious judgements, put-downs and slander. The most appealing people became secretly the ugliest. A secret to all except, for some reason, certain folk. Perhaps they hadn’t used much glamour themselves. Perhaps they simply had keen senses. Whatever it was, they could see the vicious creatures among them, and whenever they spoke of the highly glamoured ugliness to others, the old Glamour Machine always spat on their name next, punishing them for threatening the veil of the glamour’s power. Eventually the owner of Big Owl’s Hooty Hoot had had enough of the hoopla and sold the prized little mechanicalbox to a PR firm in L.A. where it still resides to this day.

Today I went to church for the first time in a while, and I felt as though the priest was speaking directly to me with his message, because lately I've felt like I could "go it alone" with my faith.
The church has gone through controversies, schisms, changes, closings; membership is shrinking and young people don't seem interested in the Episcopal Church in this day of rock concert worship services.
But the church is still here. And when we are confirmed, we are sealed as Christ's own forever. An ember by itself, my priest said, cannot flame. We must stay close to the fire.
Why are you here today? he asked. And what will bring you back to the church next week?
So what brings you to church, week after week?

Hey everyone, just wanted to update you all on what happened, so my original post was regarding me and my girlfriend buying a house together and her getting upset that I didn't want to put her name on the house title. As a brief summary, my GF and I have been together for 10 months and started to look around for houses after about 6 months together. But our relationship had moved very fast and we moved in together after 1 month, so we have spent more time together than some couples that have been together for 2 or 3 years. Not sure if this matters though. I have a very stable, high earning job and she was initially earning a lot when we first met, but fairly soon after she had to change careers and now her income is very unstable. We found a plot of land to build a house worth 1.1 mil. I put all the money onto the down payment though my GF's mom promised she would contribute 300K. A discussion with her about rights to the house caused her to feel hurt and then her mom intervened and said some very manipulative things.
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I reminisced about our relationship:
The GOOD:
- She is extremely sweet and caring 99% of the time. When we first met, she bought me an iPhone and would buy me thoughtful gifts all the time, even later when her finances were not doing as well. She is also extremely affectionate and even now always displays her affection to me (even when I'm not paying attention). Some have said this is lovebombing, though it has been consistent throughout our entire relationship.
- That 1% was her being upset or frustrated and her tone of voice would be condescending or disrespectful, though we were always able to settle our disagreements very quickly. She was and still is a very reasonable person to talk with and I feel like we can work together as a team to solve problems.
- She is very emotionally mature and often knows me better than I know myself. I have learned so much by being with her and feel I have become a more caring person and in some ways, more confident and capable.
- She is very thoughtful and always remembers the little things about me. She remembers all my favorite snacks and buys me them every month (until recently when finances were a struggle).
- Overall when I was with her, I felt happy and full of love. We were basically inseparable. I took a trip with her recently and made unforgettable memories.
The BAD:
There were a number of red flags - our relationship moved very quickly - we moved in after 1 month of seeing each other. We were spending all day every day together with no boundaries. She had planned out opening up a clinic with me (as the doctor at the clinic) with a 10 year rental contract, which I would be locked into and responsible for paying overhead. I learned soon after we started dating that she was making a lot of money by working for this wealthy doctor who had a romantic interest in her. She cut off all personal contact with him after meeting me, though continued to work with him professionally even after he confessed to her, for 2 months. She told me she worked with him until she could find alternate jobs for her friends who worked under her, but it was still suspicious. That said, she never hid anything from me and I always felt I could ask her anything about this.
She told me very early on (about 2-3 months in) that she knew I was "the one" and wanted to spend the rest of her life with me. She wanted to get married but said she would wait for me whenever I was ready. While this felt nice, I also felt it was suspicious she was so ready to commit after only a short amount of time. She has always been a very headstrong confident person who didn't question her decisions.
After reminiscing and then sitting at home alone, my heart felt empty without this person. I couldn't reconcile the person I knew and loved from who she could be on the inside, if she really was after my money.
I texted her that we should break up and then found a time in person to talk and exchange our belongings. I brought up all of my concerns and told her that I simply cannot trust her anymore. To her credit, she was very respectful and gentle. It was difficult for me to face her, especially as she was extremely tearful and looked like she hadn't eaten or slept in 2 days. Despite this she kept a "loving" smile on her face. On the surface, she seemed genuine.
This is how the discussion went:
- I told her that her mom was extremely disrespectful to me especially saying that I shouldn't listen to my friend's advice and that I was selfish and coldblooded to bring up the issue of the house title, and rushing me towards marriage/kids
She told me that her mom was just very upset that I brought up the issue because in Chinese culture, it is considered very rude to sign any contract or separate out individual rights when it comes to property that is going to be a marriage home. She also said that her mom expected us to be married by the end of the year and so felt that the house ownership was a non-issue, and was just hurt that I mentioned having a plan in case we break up when to her, breaking up was not a possibility (since she had invited me to live in her home, it meant she already saw me as her son in law). Since she was hurt, she said hurtful things without thinking.
She also said that her mom was rushing us towards marriage and kids because her mom's health was not very good - history of cancer and felt very unwell, but was afraid to get checked, and didn't think she had much longer to live. She didn't want her daughter to be alone in this world if something were to happen to her. She also said her mom had heard bad things about this friend of mine who gave me the advice to have this conversation (since I told my GF that this friend of mine cheated on his ex girlfriend then got together with that girl, so her mother felt that my friends were a bad influence on me). She told me she herself never rushed me with marriage or kids (which is true) and its true that she told me she didn't even like kids in the past, but wanted them because I did. She said we could get married whenever I was ready, even if that meant she had to get a stable job first.
- I told her that I was very stressed about making the down payment on the house and I had brought this up with them, and they said they didn't have any money at the moment to help. To be fair, her mother helped me get an extension on part of the down payment (53K out of 203K) by talking to the builder, but expressed no intention to pay any of the down payment.
She said she asked me whether I had the money to make the down payment (and I said that while difficult, I did have the means to do so). And she said she fully intended to honor her mom's promise to pay 300K toward the mortgage, but the money was not ready yet. She also said that if it meant getting back together, she would be willing to take money out to pay for half of the down payment. I told her it was too little, too late, and that her previous actions suggested she had no intention to pay at all.
- I asked her why they started to look around for houses before they had gotten my agreement, and they said at the time they were just "browsing the market" without an intention to buy. At the time, I was on board with the decision to buy a house, though we didn't discuss any concrete plan for how we would split the mortgage in the future. Also since her mother had voiced about her culture that it was customary for the husband to buy the wife a house, I was concerned they wanted to put all the burden of paying for the house on me. I expressed that I felt unsupported by her during this time.
She said she did ask me if I would be able to pay the mortgage in the future and showed me some calculations of the future mortgage. I told her it would be difficult and I may need her help, and she said she would help as much as she could, but it wouldn't be 50-50. I was okay with that. However, I told her that based on the fact that they didn't help me with the down payment, and she doesn't have a stable job right now, I could not count on her to contribute to the house in the future. She promised me she would look for a stable job in the next few months, and that we didn't need to buy the house if I didn't feel ready.
Through it all she was very tearful and seemed genuine, and I was almost swayed. She brought up all the good memories we had and soon enough I couldn't hold back my tears. Both our places were filled with the memories of things we had done and bought together. She told me she respected my decision and told me she hoped in the future I would trust my heart and not let others (family and friends) make decisions for me. We both wished each other the best in the future and parted ways. It was kind of open ended because I did not say that there was no possibility of getting back together in the future. She told me she would wait for me if I ever changed my mind.
Afterwards, I went home to my parents house and analyzed everything that had been said, and all came to the conclusion that even though there was a chance I was wrong and I just let go of someone who truly loved me with all their heart, that there were too many red flags for me to ever fully trust her again. Also, this was the second time I had discussed breaking up with her (the first time was due to opening the clinic after 3 months, which she agreed not to do anymore, so I gave her another change). So I felt there was no returning from this. Also, my parents reassured me that I am still young and have lots of opportunities, so no need to dwell too much on the unknowns.
In the end, I feel that I made the right decision, although I am lying if I said I didn't have any lingering doubts. Thanks for reading.

I'm absolutely terrible at this game, my kd hasn't gone past 0.10 in weeks. My question is, why am I always, without fail, in lobbies with people who have 8.5 kd ratios with gold and above skins on all there weapons? If it wasn't for the fact that I was curious about the story I wouldn't have bought the game to begin with. I get I'm not suppose to win or even have fun, but still

I have many pieces of leather and I’m just curious as to why some of them look like a very rustic leather and others can look almost like plastic (very uniform in color) even though everything is full grain leather. The Andar products for instance are all very uniform in grain and color while the Bosca and Ashland leather are not and look much more …..leathery? Obviously there are differences in manufacturing and possibly even a coating that is applied but I can seem to find any information on what that might be. Perhaps quality of leather is at issue as well but the Nomad AirTag holder on my keys is (supposed to be) the same Horween leather as my Ashland key holder and they couldn’t look more different. The Nomad has the same look as the Andar, kind of plastic. The Andar phone case I have has begun to patina so it is indeed leather.

Here's my answer (partial)
-Kaede. I love her so much, she's my favorite of the V3 girls. Every time I see her, my day is instantly made.
-Peko. Do I really have to write a whole-ass essay on why I start fangirling upon seeing her?
-Chihiro. He's just such a sweet person, and I just wanna hug him so bad. Every time I see him I instantly start gushing over him.
-Rantaro. Holy shit I love him so much. I heard his voicelines for the first time in a while just today and you should've heard how much I was just gushing as well.

Raw Vietnamese, Indian, or Chinese hair is typically found in raw hair extension products sourced from Asia. If you're looking to import Asian hair extensions for your hair extensions business, raw Indonesian hair producers are still a possibility. Read this post to learn more about the companies that make unprocessed Indonesian hair and to find the best places to buy it.

What you are about to read is both a confession and an apology. I don't know how much time I have so I will keep it as short as I can. I was coming back home from work a few nights ago. It was dark and I was tired from my shift when suddenly a deer ran out in front of my truck. I locked my brakes but couldn't stop in time. Feeling my heart pounding I just sat in my truck, staring at the motionless deer laying in the middle of the road. I had never killed anything before, intentionally or accidentally. As much as I wanted to get home, take a shower and go to bed, I couldn't just let it lay there. Someone could run it over causing real damage to their undercarriage or, God forbid, they swerve to avoid it and end up falling over a hundred feet into the river below, hitting dozens of trees on the way down. I couldn't let that be on my conscience, so I did what the good lord Jesus would have done. I put on my emergency lights and got out of the truck to pull the carcass off the road. However, as I was doing this I saw something move in the deers lower gut. Seeing this made my heart sink because at the time I thought maybe the dead deer was going to give birth. While holding in a gag and pulling the body to get it off the road, whatever was in the deer crawled out of its… backside, ran up the leg I was holding onto and bit my hand. It was too fast and the night was too dark so I have no idea what it could have been. Instinctively I flung the creature off of me and heard it scamper away through the grass. Wondering what the hell just attacked me, I inspected the wound. The wound produced very little blood and looked no worse than what a cat would do when it plays a little too roughly. Since my heart was pounding out of my chest and I had most of the deer carcass off the road, I figured I had done my duty and it was time to head home. As soon as I got home, I barely had the energy to take off my clothes, so all hopes I had of taking a shower were lost and as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out like a light. The next morning I felt sluggish and cold. My teeth were chattering violently. It reminded me of a flu, however my nose wasn’t stuffed up and I wasn’t congested. The wound on my hand was red, but not swollen. Still, I was worried and made a call to set up a doctor's appointment. Thankfully I was able to get seen right away, however after the exam the doctor said he could find nothing wrong with me but the blood tests would take a few days before the results would come in. I am not the kind of person to tell someone how to do their job, especially if their job meant years of education and twice that many having their own practice. However I made it clear that I strongly disagreed with what the doctor said. When I got home, my stomach was complaining. I ate shortly before getting off work the day before so there was no reason for my stomach to complain as much as it was. I tried eating soup but it tasted like fermenting compost. No joke, that's what it tasted like. When I checked the expiration date, I was surprised that it still had eight months left before it was considered bad. At the time I figured that whatever was wrong with me was affecting my senses. My grandma said that 7Up and ginger ale was as close to magic as it gets when it comes to being sick, but since I didn't have any in the house, I made a few calls and had it delivered. However, that too tasted bad. My stomach kept complaining so in an attempt to silence it, I decided to make something that I could never resist. My moms specialty: meatloaf. If nothing else, it was comfort food and my favorite as a kid. Lo and behold, it tasted amazing. However when I tried adding ketchup like I always did, I nearly gagged from the smell of it. I ended up eating all of it in a single sitting and afterwards I felt really good. So good in fact that I decided to head into town to pick up a few groceries. As I walked around with the shopping cart, going down the same aisles as I always did, the items I usually got held no appeal. I love bananas, but they smelt like they had been soaking in gasoline for a few days, the vegetables stank of curdled milk and the cheese might as well have been… Well, I’ll let you imagine what that smelt like. The only thing that smelt good was the meat. No, it didnt smell good. It smelt divine, the way I imagine heaven smells like. I filled up my cart with hamburger, chicken breasts, pork chops, pork butt, whole turkeys, chicken legs, ribs, spiral hams, bacon, hotdogs and so much more. People looked at me funny as I went to pay for the items and some even asked if I was planning on having a cookout. I am ashamed to admit it, but I snapped at those people and told them it wasn't any of their business. When I got home I felt sick again and decided that some pork chops were in order. As I started to get everything ready, I opened the cream of mushroom and the smell that emerged from the can made me throw up in the sink. Later I checked the expiration date and saw that it still had a few months to go. The can wasn’t dented or punctured, so there was no reason for it to smell rancid. I cooked the pork chops plain only adding a little olive oil on the bottom of the glassware so it wouldn't stick. The wait seemed to take forever. At some point before the pork chops were done I found myself mindlessly eating away at the raw hamburger. Taking grape sized pinches here and there. I knew it was disgusting, but I couldn't stop myself. Each bite hit the spot and scratched an itch I didn't know I had. By this time it was after office hours but I called the general practitioner to see if there were any updates. All the while, I kept eating the raw meat. I was too embarrassed to tell them about my new eating habits and instead sounded like an idiot when I had nothing to say other than to ask about the blood test, which I knew the results would be in sometime next week. Because of this I could tell the person on the other line was annoyed. I spent the rest of the day eating and worrying. I must have paced for a few miles before I decided to go to bed. At the time I figured that I might be able to sleep off whatever was happening to me, and if this was not to be it would make the day that the blood test comes in arrive faster. However I couldn't go a few hours without food before the cravings made me wake up and rummage through the fridge. I blacked out at some point during the night and found myself outside at the wooden fence, trying to bait the neighbor's cat with a raw chicken leg that I already ate half of. I was scared. Paranoid that whatever bit my hand might have given me something really nasty. But I knew that worrying about it wasn't going to do me any favors so I decided to do what I normally do to clear my head and went for a drive. Usually this would have worked, but my stomach kept complaining. I had been eating for nearly a day straight, so I knew I wasn't hungry. What else could I do other than wait for the blood test to come back? Trying to distract myself, I decided to turn on the radio and listen to one of the three radio stations that worked in town. As I was fumbling with the knobs in my old beat up truck, I turned the corner and saw a man walking across the street to get his mail. I hit the brakes as hard as I could, but it was too little too late and he bounced off the grill and went flying through the air. Terrified, I ran out to see if there was anything I could do to help him, but when I drew close I could see that he was all sorts of messed up. A broken shoulder, wrist and his leg was bent at a horrible angle. He was conscious and asked me to give him a ride to the hospital because he would not be able to afford the bill for an ambulance. However, that was when I noticed that the femur was sticking out of his leg. I licked my lips and before I knew it I started biting and eating around the bone as the man screamed, and in his condition he was unable to get away or fight me off. I don't know how much time passed, but at some point I became aware that people were starting to gather. All of them were too shocked to do anything but stare. Embarrassed and terrified, I ran to the truck and drove off. It wasn't like I could go anywhere. Since Gray Hill is a small town, most of the onlookers knew who I was. So I did the only thing I could think of and went home. There is so much more I want to say, but I don't have much time. The sirens are getting louder. I am sorry. WAE

Everyone is throwing out theories, so lets could give it a go. Dreadgods can't ascend, that seems to be a hard rule of the iteration, so why doesn't Lindon do what others did for the first time in the series and look to the past? I bet he carves an eighth door in the labyrinth and leaves that way. He's spent the entire series breaking the rules, so it would be poetic to look to the past for once and end with that. Maybe I'm just crazy at this point lol

It's fairly complicated, but I'll try to cut it short:
36 Years old, 0 qualifications, married, no children.
Assets: House in Ipswich, QLD ~$350,000 460 Acre Land ~$1,000,000 2022 Audi A3 ~$55,000 (My daily and our long trips car, great on fuel/safety/comfy) 2010 Nissan Skyline ~$15,000 (Her daily, bad on fuel, good fun) Computer Shop ~$90,000 Assorted motorbikes ~$30,000
Debts: House in Ipswich, QLD~$180,000 Audi A3 - 4.4 years to go at $228/week and $17k balloon at end ($53kish?) Business & Income tax debt ~$75k Credit card debt ~$10k
Income:
~$130k pre-tax per annum (Operations Manager for disability support company.) ~$26k from computer shop being sold to a friend ($500/wk until it's paid for).
Circumstances to note: - Wife currently earns $0, will get back to work soon and earning ~$60k (pregnancy loss, mental health etc.).
- MIL lives with us in small 3BR house in the suburbs, we need to find somewhere to live in 6-9 months else it'll end in a giant sh!tstorm between MIL and wife.
- MIL will rent Ipswich house at $320/week once wife and I move out. $360/wk if she gets a housemate. House currently costs ~$275/wk on variable interest rate, 25 years to go.
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Currently trying to sell the block of land, getting a fair bit of interest. Thinking the best option once it sells is to pay out Ipswich house, pay out tax and CC debt, pay out the Audi. The wife's expressed interest in wanting a decently nice house for us to live in on a good amount of land ~45mins west of Ipswich. I like the idea of this too, I'd be best pleased with being out there. Would make for a 45 min commute to/from work daily, but I'd say it's "worth".
Should leave me with ~$700k. Use this to buy 2 x more cheap houses ($350k each). have the rental income from all 3 ($320 + $400? + $400? = $1,120/wk) with 0 debt give the bank a good reason to give us an ~$800k house which will have itself paid for solely with the rental income from the other 3 houses, with cash to spare. With my decent income and hopefully hers, they'll throw cash at us.
I guess the big question is: Pay out the Ipswich house and buy 3 more houses, OR, pay out debts and put cash into other investments?
I lost ~$150k 18 months ago in some terrible trades, so a bit hesitant to do that again....

So this is a question and also kind of a rant. I havent talked to my (only) friend in like 2 months. I dont know if their phone isnt working or if they're doing it on purpose. The only way I have of contacting them is through text or call because they dont have social media except Facebook but they never get on.
I left a note where they work (contractor) but dont know if they got it and are purposefully ignoring me or if it blew away or something and they never got it. My question is do I leave another one and actually secure it then if I still don't hear back try to move on?
Moving on is easier said then done though when I've been friends with them for so long, they're my only friend I can talk to and hang out with, and ive tried to make new friends but it just doesn't work! I also had to end the friendship with my best and only friend in high school and it was super hard for me so I reeeaaalllyyy don't want to go through that again!
I just have or maybe had at this point such a good connection with this friend since we've known each other for so long (since high school). We can talk to each other so easily and just have so much fun together. I guess I just can't understand why they would just stop talking to me, theres no reason they would! I know ive asked about this before but I just really don't want to lose this friend and people just say it sounds like you just need to move on but how do I do that?

He’s definitely my #1 artist not just hip hop but of any genre. IMO he’s up there with MJ, Elvis, Madonna, Whitney, Marley, (pick any influential artist in any genre). However, the reason why he’s so fascinating to me isn’t just because of his music and the way he structured it and used it to convey a message but because of his life story.
If you read anything about his upbringing, the struggles he had to face before AND during his fame and the stories he lived to tell/people still tell to this day, you would’ve never believed this was an actual story of an actual human being. Sometimes, I find it hard to believe he lived. I’m not saying he was the second-coming of Jesus or anything like that, but his story literally was legendary and the recent documentary (Dear Mama) showed that. He shoots two off-duty cops and is freed from ALL CHARGES?! WHAT?
Pac was more than a rapper - he was a poet, a writer, an actor, an activist, etc. Not only his life but his potential adds to my fascination. He could’ve been the biggest star on the freaking planet had he lived and with his voice and power, imagine what he could’ve done?
That’s what Pac will always remain the GOAT imo.

What you are about to read is both a confession and an apology. I don't know how much time I have so I will keep it as short as I can. I was coming back home from work a few nights ago. It was dark and I was tired from my shift when suddenly a deer ran out in front of my truck. I locked my brakes but couldn't stop in time. Feeling my heart pounding I just sat in my truck, staring at the motionless deer laying in the middle of the road. I had never killed anything before, intentionally or accidentally. As much as I wanted to get home, take a shower and go to bed, I couldn't just let it lay there. Someone could run it over causing real damage to their undercarriage or, God forbid, they swerve to avoid it and end up falling over a hundred feet into the river below, hitting dozens of trees on the way down. I couldn't let that be on my conscience, so I did what the good lord Jesus would have done. I put on my emergency lights and got out of the truck to pull the carcass off the road. However, as I was doing this I saw something move in the deers lower gut. Seeing this made my heart sink because at the time I thought maybe the dead deer was going to give birth. While holding in a gag and pulling the body to get it off the road, whatever was in the deer crawled out of its… backside, ran up the leg I was holding onto and bit my hand. It was too fast and the night was too dark so I have no idea what it could have been. Instinctively I flung the creature off of me and heard it scamper away through the grass. Wondering what the hell just attacked me, I inspected the wound. The wound produced very little blood and looked no worse than what a cat would do when it plays a little too roughly. Since my heart was pounding out of my chest and I had most of the deer carcass off the road, I figured I had done my duty and it was time to head home. As soon as I got home, I barely had the energy to take off my clothes, so all hopes I had of taking a shower were lost and as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out like a light. The next morning I felt sluggish and cold. My teeth were chattering violently. It reminded me of a flu, however my nose wasn’t stuffed up and I wasn’t congested. The wound on my hand was red, but not swollen. Still, I was worried and made a call to set up a doctor's appointment. Thankfully I was able to get seen right away, however after the exam the doctor said he could find nothing wrong with me but the blood tests would take a few days before the results would come in. I am not the kind of person to tell someone how to do their job, especially if their job meant years of education and twice that many having their own practice. However I made it clear that I strongly disagreed with what the doctor said. When I got home, my stomach was complaining. I ate shortly before getting off work the day before so there was no reason for my stomach to complain as much as it was. I tried eating soup but it tasted like fermenting compost. No joke, that's what it tasted like. When I checked the expiration date, I was surprised that it still had eight months left before it was considered bad. At the time I figured that whatever was wrong with me was affecting my senses. My grandma said that 7Up and ginger ale was as close to magic as it gets when it comes to being sick, but since I didn't have any in the house, I made a few calls and had it delivered. However, that too tasted bad. My stomach kept complaining so in an attempt to silence it, I decided to make something that I could never resist. My moms specialty: meatloaf. If nothing else, it was comfort food and my favorite as a kid. Lo and behold, it tasted amazing. However when I tried adding ketchup like I always did, I nearly gagged from the smell of it. I ended up eating all of it in a single sitting and afterwards I felt really good. So good in fact that I decided to head into town to pick up a few groceries. As I walked around with the shopping cart, going down the same aisles as I always did, the items I usually got held no appeal. I love bananas, but they smelt like they had been soaking in gasoline for a few days, the vegetables stank of curdled milk and the cheese might as well have been… Well, I’ll let you imagine what that smelt like. The only thing that smelt good was the meat. No, it didnt smell good. It smelt divine, the way I imagine heaven smells like. I filled up my cart with hamburger, chicken breasts, pork chops, pork butt, whole turkeys, chicken legs, ribs, spiral hams, bacon, hotdogs and so much more. People looked at me funny as I went to pay for the items and some even asked if I was planning on having a cookout. I am ashamed to admit it, but I snapped at those people and told them it wasn't any of their business. When I got home I felt sick again and decided that some pork chops were in order. As I started to get everything ready, I opened the cream of mushroom and the smell that emerged from the can made me throw up in the sink. Later I checked the expiration date and saw that it still had a few months to go. The can wasn’t dented or punctured, so there was no reason for it to smell rancid. I cooked the pork chops plain only adding a little olive oil on the bottom of the glassware so it wouldn't stick. The wait seemed to take forever. At some point before the pork chops were done I found myself mindlessly eating away at the raw hamburger. Taking grape sized pinches here and there. I knew it was disgusting, but I couldn't stop myself. Each bite hit the spot and scratched an itch I didn't know I had. By this time it was after office hours but I called the general practitioner to see if there were any updates. All the while, I kept eating the raw meat. I was too embarrassed to tell them about my new eating habits and instead sounded like an idiot when I had nothing to say other than to ask about the blood test, which I knew the results would be in sometime next week. Because of this I could tell the person on the other line was annoyed. I spent the rest of the day eating and worrying. I must have paced for a few miles before I decided to go to bed. At the time I figured that I might be able to sleep off whatever was happening to me, and if this was not to be it would make the day that the blood test comes in arrive faster. However I couldn't go a few hours without food before the cravings made me wake up and rummage through the fridge. I blacked out at some point during the night and found myself outside at the wooden fence, trying to bait the neighbor's cat with a raw chicken leg that I already ate half of. I was scared. Paranoid that whatever bit my hand might have given me something really nasty. But I knew that worrying about it wasn't going to do me any favors so I decided to do what I normally do to clear my head and went for a drive. Usually this would have worked, but my stomach kept complaining. I had been eating for nearly a day straight, so I knew I wasn't hungry. What else could I do other than wait for the blood test to come back? Trying to distract myself, I decided to turn on the radio and listen to one of the three radio stations that worked in town. As I was fumbling with the knobs in my old beat up truck, I turned the corner and saw a man walking across the street to get his mail. I hit the brakes as hard as I could, but it was too little too late and he bounced off the grill and went flying through the air. Terrified, I ran out to see if there was anything I could do to help him, but when I drew close I could see that he was all sorts of messed up. A broken shoulder, wrist and his leg was bent at a horrible angle. He was conscious and asked me to give him a ride to the hospital because he would not be able to afford the bill for an ambulance. However, that was when I noticed that the femur was sticking out of his leg. I licked my lips and before I knew it I started biting and eating around the bone as the man screamed, and in his condition he was unable to get away or fight me off. I don't know how much time passed, but at some point I became aware that people were starting to gather. All of them were too shocked to do anything but stare. Embarrassed and terrified, I ran to the truck and drove off. It wasn't like I could go anywhere. Since Gray Hill is a small town, most of the onlookers knew who I was. So I did the only thing I could think of and went home. There is so much more I want to say, but I don't have much time. The sirens are getting louder. I am sorry. WAE

In the past, I was able to use Quicktime > File > New Movie Recording to make a recording from my Apple TV. Now, Apple TV is not showing up under "Camera" in the menu that opens next to the red dot.
Apple TV is on & signed into same wifi network & Apple Id. This capability is not specified in current pages on apple.com. Non-Apple sites still describe this option. Anyone have better luck with this? Would Apple just shut down a capability without any announcement?

A recently presented paper indicated that a past history of pancreatitis is not a risk factor for pancreatitis after initiating Ozempic.
It then goes on to provide a chart of the study participants that seems to contradict this statement.
Link to Abstract containing the chart:
https://www.eventscribe.net/2022/ACG2022/fsPopup.asp?PresentationID=1140511&mode=presinfo
The percentage of those who got pancreatitis on Ozempic was certainly higher among those who previously had pancreatitis than those who had not and the P-value looks significant.
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This chart really does not answer the question "For those who previously had acute pancreatitis, does Ozempic increase this risk." Perhaps that is somewhere else in the paper (I have not been able to find it publicly.)
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Any ideas why this was read as Ozempic not causing an increased risk?

Hi there!
I can't decide between the 3. So I am working mainly as a designer and development as a side hustle.
I have saved enough already to get 1 from these 3. I am used to working on OLED and IPS as well and tried retina of macs s well.
I mainly design brands, logos, UI/UX and a few videos using CapCut
I have an extra 4k resolution monitor (LG C2 42 Evo Oled)
As a mainly creative, which one do you suggest me to get?
My pros and cons between the 3 are as follows:
ASUS Zenbook Duo 14
Cheaper than the PRO Duo which has an OLED. But I'm doubting the downgraded version of Zenbook Duo which uses an IPS screen. Why I doubt it? I currently have a laptop, Acer Predator, which has an IPS and its screen sucks so bad. It looks like it is a TN panel
2 monitors and both touch screens as well. Somewhat a better battery than my current laptop
Almost the same price as a Macbook Pro M1 in my area
Good specs as well
ASUS Zenbook PRO Duo 14
OLED screen
Bigger ram
Much powerful spec
Pricier out of the 3. Around $2,500 in my country)
Macbook AIPRO M1
Great display
Longer battery
The air is on sale in my current area as well for around $800. ON LOCAL stores only
fixed ram, only 8gb. Apple website in my country selles the M2 variants already.
I'm actually gunning for the Zenbooks but I dont know if the price increase to get a Zenbook PRO Duo is worth it compare to just getting the Zenbook Duo
Note that color accuracy is important to me and a better color accuracy from my Acer Predator 2020 is already good for me. This will not be used for gaming as I already have a high-end gaming PC.