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2023.04.01 15:10 fastingnfurious AITA for reporting a coworker who ate my food?

As many of you know it’s currently the holy month of Ramadan. As a Muslim I’m currently fasting during the day.
My whole team is very aware of this.
We have been really busy at work this month, usually finishing well after sunset. So for the last week I’ve made sure that I have a simple dinner in the office fridge or I’m ordering food close enough to sunset that I have something to break my fast with.
One of my coworkers Nicole has had a running “joke” for years that whatever I cook is always delicious or that I’m really good at ordering the best option on a menu. I occasionally share a little of my food with her but it’s always with permission.
Anyway I made myself a pasta bake and left it in the fridge. When sunset came and I went looking for it I couldn’t find my tub. I eventually found it cleaned out and washed by the sink.
I came to find out that Nicole “just wanted a taste and couldn’t control [herself] until it was all gone!” I was irritated but she blew me off and said oh I’ll just order you something. It took more than an hour to arrive, by which time work was done and I was getting ready to head to the mosque for prayers. I basically had 2 dates and a oat bar I found in my desk.
The next day I explained to her how I felt that she was out of order and she literally laughed in my face and said she’d fixed any issue by ordering my meal and it wasn’t her fault I left before it arrived. She also said that it’s my fault for tempting her by being a good cook(??)
So I reported her to HR. She got reprimanded but now her ‘friends’ in the office are being weird to me including purposefully walking past my desk at lunch break and showing that they’re eating.
Did I mess up by reporting her?
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2023.04.01 15:05 AutoModerator [Get] Charlie Houpert – Charisma University 2023

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  • The 6 types of people and the most powerful ways to influence each of them
  • How to motivate others so that they are excited about doing what you persuade them to do
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Greatest Hits Content is broken down into seven parts (with templates, email swipes, and examples you can model). Every part has an over-the-shoulder video training that is 30-90 minutes in length.

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TL;DR: How to find content topics using a unique survey method.
  • The three questions you need to ask to find the best content topics.
  • The survey template we used to get 104 responses.
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TL;DR: How to create slam dunk content every time with a proven writing template.
  • How to write the headline, outline, and body of your blog posts to hook in the right readers.
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  • Live examples of how to write content that gets clients and ranks on Google.
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TL;DR: How to get over 10% of your traffic to convert into leads.
  • How to use “Utility Content Upgrades” to convert content-driven traffic into leads.
  • REAL LIFE EXAMPLE: The content conversion strategy we used on one blog to convert the blog’s traffic into 10,080 email leads per month.
  • How to track what individual pieces of content convert to clients the best, so you can double down on promoting your top converters.
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TL;DR: How to get strangers to share your content daily (without cold outreach).
  • What to do after someone opts-in to your email list so you get more traffic to your content without paying more for ads.
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TL;DR: How to get $500-$15,000 clients (without a phone call).
  • Four GOATs of email marketing who’ve driven millions of dollars from email. Here’s what I learnt from each of them to run 6-figure email campaigns.
  • How to use “presell content” to get the most qualified prospects in your audience to raise their hand that they want your help.
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  • Word-for-word examples of how to write your emails, including how to word the call to action at the end of your email so people reply to your offer.
  • How to have a natural conversation with people over chat, so you can see if what you have to offer is a good fit for them, then bring them on as a client.
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2023.04.01 15:02 leafnes Cats with Hats: Our new theme!

Cats with Hats: Our new theme!
Dear cat enjoyers,
We're excited to announce that we're switching things up in our subreddit. We're retiring our old theme of sleeping cats and introducing a new theme of cats wearing hats!
We want to see your cats sporting all kinds of headgear, from top hats to beanies to silly party hats. Don't worry, your old pictures are still welcome here - we just want to see your cats in a different light!
Best regards,
The SleepingCats mod team
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2023.04.01 14:58 jenandtonicz Things to do in Milwaukee April 26-29

My boyfriend and I will be in Milwaukee April 26-29. I’m having an outpatient medical procedure on April 27th and we are looking for things to do before and after. The procedure is fairly basic and I’ll be able to walk around freely the next day but wouldn’t want to do anything physically strenuous.
We both enjoy science, history (museums in general), EDM, nature, dive bars, cool architecture, and theme parks (something I’d have to restrict to the day before my procedure).
We are not overly keen on art or shopping and have no interest in sports.
Current considerations are the zoo, the Domes, the Black Holocaust Museum, the Milwaukee public museum, the aquarium, and the Geneva Lake Museum. Any of those not worth the time, better or worse than others, or am I missing anything amazing to do? Unlikely that we will ever return to Milwaukee.
We are also desperately seeking unique/local restaurant recommendations, ideally around $35/each or less for a meal for dinner, before tip, but willing to go outside of that range for great unique restaurants.
Thank you for any help!!
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2023.04.01 14:55 GodsGardeners 35 [M4F] UK — I love music, animals, and philosophy. I’m humble and want a simple life filled with love

I’m looking for a long term relationship, someone to be a partner and best friend. I’m based in the UK.
A bit about me:
I have a good sense of humour and wit. Politically I’m on the left. My values come from my amazing mum and sister. I was a busy activist back in my uni days but not so much anymore. Feminism is a big deal to me, as is mental health awareness. I’m a responsible partner who does their equal share of domestic duties.
I was raised veggie and I’m now vegan, I’m not preachy in any sense, if you’re not vegan that’s not an issue and never will be. It’s your choice entirely.
I’m relatively attractive (apparently) but aesthetics isn’t something I spend too much time thinking about. I’m open minded, non judgemental, and compassionate. I don’t like excessive consumerism and materialism. I’m not classically masculine (liking sports and cars and all that boring stuff). To relax I like either cerebral or meditative stuff, so relaxing with plant care, or watching a documentary for example. I rarely drink alcohol, if at all.
I don’t own any property or have much savings, I understand that’s regretfully a deal-breaker for some people so here’s me being upfront. Marriage and/or kids isn’t a firm decision for me, I really don’t mind, if something is right then it’s right.
Houseplants, gardening, reading, TV & movies, video games occasionally, my cat lol (she’s a former stray now with a forever home). I like to write a lot, it’s nothing special but I just like to be in touch with my creativity, passion and emotions.
A few examples of my tastes:
Musically my two favourite bands are Radiohead and Brand New, generally I like alt rock and electronica but have very broad tastes. Happy to make playlists for you. I like cerebral tv and movies, as well as being a big comedy fan. Outside of that I enjoy documentaries such as nature, space/science, and true crime. I like to read philosophy and similar genres for non-fiction. For fiction I like sci-fi, dystopian and realism. My favourite author is Margaret Atwood.
Ask me anything, we can chat about whatever or our favourite things. I’m very open and non-judgemental so tell me anything you like. No topic is off limits or taboo in my opinion.
Here’s me with my cat and just me If you can send a picture too then please do if you’re comfortable with that.
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2023.04.01 14:55 applefritter55 Google search summary looking odd and not clickable

Not sure if this is the best place to ask but I recently started noticing my search results are not looking normal.
If I search something like "weather in [town]" or "[sports league] scores" usually google will have a nice summary at the top of the results... Now when I search those things I see what looks like the "desktop view" for a split second before it transitions to mobile view and the mobile view isn't displaying the pictures and doesn't let me click on items in that search summary as I normally can (i.e. view more scores, view menu, etc).. anyone have any insight into this? Hoping it's not a virus- if so, how do I remedy?
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2023.04.01 14:53 doomedgeek I was a security guard until an encounter with a monster hunter changed my life

I was scraping a living working as a security guard.
I was stationed in shopping malls where my days were spent asking teenagers to move on. I sat behind desks in the lobbies of office blocks staring at CCTV monitors where nothing happened for hour after hour. And I patrolled construction sites on freezing cold nights, actually wishing someone would try and break in and steal some of the building materials. At least then I could get warm by chasing them.
My job was garbage.
One night, I was responding to an alarm which had gone off at the lot of a car dealership.
I parked up outside. The alarm was flashing but there was no sign of damage to the building so I assumed it was yet another waste of time.
I stood in front of the window and looked at the sleek, high-performance vehicles on display that cost more than I would earn in a lifetime on my pathetic wage. My reflection peered back at me: a sad figure dressed in a grey security guard’s uniform.
I sighed, turned away and headed back to my car. I had left my work phone on the passenger seat. I had to use it to fill in an online form after every call out before leaving the scene and would get my wages docked if I did not complete all the boxes correctly. It felt so futile.
I unlocked the car and was reaching for the door handle when I saw movement across the road. A glimpse of something running on all fours.
It slipped down an alley and away out of sight.
I thought at first that it might have been a fox.
There were a small number of exclusive restaurants in the surrounding blocks and their refuse would be packed with tasty morsels for scavengers. They wouldn’t care that it was leftovers from haute cuisine prepared by a chef with his own show on cable tv.
But my hand hovered over the door handle.
What if it had been a dog? I wondered. A stray destined for the pound that would eventually, heartbreakingly, be put to sleep.
I had always liked dogs a lot. I admired their loyalty and their tenacity, though my circumstances over the years had meant I had not owned one since I was a teenager.
And though I should have got busy filling in the mind-numbing online form, I decided that could wait.
I wanted to see if it was a dog. If it was, maybe I could rescue it and give it a home. That would give my empty life some kind of purpose.
Trying not to think about how I was going to afford to pay for dog food and veterinarian’s bills, I set off on the animal’s trail.
The alley I had entered was narrow and dark. I gave my eyes a moment to adjust then carried on. I moved slowly, not wanting to spook the animal.
I knew that if it felt threated it could lash out, and the last thing I needed was a trip to ER to get treated for a bite.
But there was no sign of it and the only sound was a drunk singing in the distance.
I shook my head sadly. I would have to give up and get back to the car. There would be another job lined up for me by now and the supervisor would be wondering where I was.
I turned – but did not take another step.
A pair of eyes glowed in the darkness ahead of me. They were red and burning with rage.
I could see the snout of the animal now as well and its teeth… only they were not the teeth of any kind of dog or fox. They were way too big, way too sharp.
They were fangs. And they were coming my way.
My guts cramped with fear.
I needed to get out of there or stand and fight. I clenched my firsts.
The animal was close. It began to snarl and crouch. I realised with horror that it was about to go for me.
Suddenly the alley was filled with the sound of screeching tyres and an engine roaring like it was fit to burst.
A car sped into view. It was backing in and barely fit into the cramped space. Its sides scraped along the sides of the alley with a sickening screech. Then it slammed to a halt.
I heard a door open, and a man stepped out of the driver’s seat.
He wore a battered leather coat that reached almost to his ankles. A fedora was balanced at a rakish angle on his head.
He smiled, and I saw the glint of a gold tooth.
“Well, howdy,” he said to me, “I will take it from here.”
The animal had not moved since he had arrived on the scene. It had remained low to the ground, its teeth bared, its hackles raised.
The man stood tall before it, patted a holster on his hip and said, “I got six silver pieces in here. I will need only one. There will be no morning after regrets then. The only thing waiting for you will be a cold hard grave.”
It was insane. He was speaking to a crazed animal as if it could understand him.
The animal responded with a howl, then leapt at him.
Moving with lightning speed and agility, the man rolled out of the way and was back on his feet in a flash. He drew, and a loud retort filled the alley – all while the animal was still mid-air.
The impact of the projectile sent it spiralling down. It hit the ground heavily and did not move.
I stood there transfixed, barely able to breathe.
The man opened the trunk of his car, picked the animal up and placed it inside.
As he closed the trunk, I could swear I saw pale human skin appearing beneath the animal’s fur.
The man turned back to me. “Word of advice, stranger. Stay out of dark alleys on nights like these. The full moon’s real pretty, but she brings out the beast.”
Then he tapped the brim of his fedora in a relaxed salute and climbed back into his car.
I was left standing watching open-mouthed as he drove away.
I had not noticed that it was a full moon but, when I looked up, I saw it burning bright in the dark city night.
I took a deep breath and headed back to my car.
There were missed calls on my work phone and a red-flagged email telling me to report to personnel in the morning.
I did not tell the drone in the suit who I met in the security company’s headquarters at 9.30 the next day what had happened in the alley. I knew that was pointless. There was no way he would believe me – and, it turned out, the damage was already done.
I listened as he told me that I was fired for taking an unauthorised break.
It took all my self-control not to reach over the desk, grab him and tell him exactly what I thought of his organisation and his stupid face.
With my head held high, I walked out onto the street. I had my dignity but nothing else. I was unemployed and close to broke.
I needed to think. I decided it was too early to go to a bar and consider my options over a stiff drink, and my cramped apartment was the last place I wanted to be when I was already feeling down, so I set off walking.
I had no destination in mind, I just drifted.
As I paced the streets, my mood got bleaker and bleaker. I could not see a way out of the dire situation I was in.
Finally, as dusk fell, I gave in to the temptation of a drink. There was a bar on the corner. It had no windows and there was broken glass and cigarette ends scattered across the sidewalk in front of it.
It was a dive.
Ideal for a loser like me then, I figured, and headed in.
The inside of the bar was hazy with smoke and dimly lit by a fluorescent strip that was dancing with flies. There were half a dozen patrons nursing beers, and a juke box was playing a song about looking for love.
The only thing anyone was going to find in this place was regret and stale breath.
I headed to the bar and ordered a double bourbon neat. The barman slid over a glass and poured out the drink.
The rim of the glass had more fingerprints on it than a crime scene. Telling myself that alcohol was a very effective disinfectant, I downed the bourbon in one, then turned to leave.
Call it the ambiance, call it the dirty looks I was getting because my eyebrows did not meet in the middle, but this bar was not helping my mood one little bit.
I was almost back at the door, when it swung open and the man from the alley strolled in.
His fedora, long leather coat and confident strut made him stand out a mile in the seedy bar.
He looked at me and I saw recognition in his eyes, but he carried on right by me without a word and made his way towards a lone figure sitting at a corner table.
I’d paid this man no heed before. He was keeping to the shadows and, even as he was approached, he had eyes only for the drink that sat in front of him.
Common sense was telling me that there was about to be trouble and I should leave, but I had not ended up one step away from the gutter by listening to my common sense.
So I leant against a wall and watched and waited.
The man wearing the fedora had reached the table. He had his back to me, but I imagined a gold tooth glinting as he said, “It is time to end this.”
His voice was calm and cold. He meant business.
The lone figure responded by taking a long drink, then placing his glass back down slowly and deliberately. The sound of the glass clinking on the tabletop was the loudest sound in the bar by now.
The juke box was silent and everyone else in there seemed transfixed by the encounter as well.
The lone figure got to his feet. He was slender and dressed all in black. In the gloom, his eyes were two points of darkness and his skin looked drained of all colour.
Then he smiled, and I felt a cold chill run through my body.
The tips of his teeth were viciously sharp points. Had he had filed them down to be like that? I wondered. Or was there another explanation?
One that belonged far from the light of day, in a dank, dark place like this.
The lone figure kept smiling as he said, “That’s not going to happen. It’s night now, so I will be leaving here to get myself a drink that satisfies my thirst. The plasma they keep behind the bar for me here just doesn’t cut it. In fact, this whole situation lacks bite.”
Then he snarled and his jaws snapped open. His grotesque teeth looked like a steel trap. One that was about to close around the neck of the man in the fedora.
But, once again, he moved at speed, producing a sharp wooden stake from inside his leather coat and striking it into the heart of the lone figure – who screamed then crumbled into dust.
The man in the fedora turned to walk away.
Only his path to the door was blocked by the barman. He held a sawn-off. “You should not have done that,” he said. “Vampires are my best customers.”
Then he let loose with both barrels.
There was nothing the man in the fedora could do. He was sent flying backwards, crashing through chairs and tables before sliding to a halt.
Appalled at this vicious assault, I threw myself at the barman and knocked him out with a right hook.
Then I scrambled over to the man in the fedora. He was in a bad way, but he was still breathing. His eyes flickered opened.
I forced a reassuring smile onto my face and said, “Don’t try and move. I’ll call 911.”
“No, there’ll be too many questions.” he gasped and tried to sit up. His face contorted with pain and he swore. Then, through gritted teeth, he said, “Help me get out of here.”
I had no idea what he was talking about and still thought calling the authorities was the best thing to do, but I saw that the other customers were giving us filthy looks and that the barman was coming round. I decided that getting out of there as soon as possible was the wisest option after all.
I helped the man in the fedora get to his feet and took as much of his weight as I could as we struggled towards the door and out into the night.
I recognised his car parked across from the bar. He gave me the keys and collapsed into the passenger seat.
I was about to tell him I was not insured to drive his vehicle when I saw the door of the bar open and the barman emerge.
Getting pulled over for a traffic offense was small change compared to the volley that was about to come our way, so I dived into the car, gunned the engine and gripped the wheel as we sped away.
I almost hit a car at the next intersection but swerved just in time. My heart was beating way too fast and I was coated in sweat. Then the headlights of a truck filled my line of vision and its horn blasted out a warning.
It missed us by inches.
I could not take it anymore. I pulled up at the side of the road and sat there shaking.
I glanced over at the man in the fedora and was amazed to see he was grinning.
“What in Hades’ name is going on?” I snapped.
“I am a freelance operative,” he replied. “I am paid by the government to eliminate monsters.”
I looked at him, lost for words.
“Sounds crazy, I know,” he continued. “But I assure you I don’t need a straight-jacket, just one more favour. I live a couple of blocks from here. I’m figuring it would be safer to walk the rest of the way and, while my Kevlar vest, soaked up most of the blast I’m still in a world of pain…”
He left it hanging there.
I sighed then told him I’d help him get home but that was it.
A day that had started with me being fired had descended into chaos and my nerves were shredded.
With him leaning on me we made our way slowly through the streets, until finally we reached what looked to me like a derelict warehouse. Even though it was late, a steady stream of traffic passed by. This city never slept.
“This is my place,” he said, while unlocking the door with a big brass key. The door opened with a creak and I helped him inside.
He flicked a light switch on, revealing a long open plan room that was a strange mix of workshop and living space.
An old and very comfortable looking sofa sat in front of a tv that looked about thirty years old. There was a fridge nearby, a stove, and a sink that was piled high with dishes.
A tool box stood open on the floor near to the sink, and a wide wooden workbench ran along the side of one wall.
There was an unmade bed as well, and an empty clothes hanger. Rumpled clothes lay scattered across the floor.
“I’m guessing you live here alone,” I said.
He shrugged and responded with, “Wherever I lay my stakes, that’s my home.”
I thought he was joking until I saw the row of wooden stakes lined up against one of the walls. The tip of each was sharpened – just like the one he had used in the bar.
He tapped the nearest one and said, “I like to keep plenty of replacements. Always seem to be leaving the things behind.”
Then he made his way over to the sofa and sunk down onto it.
I could see he was still in a lot of pain, but his breathing was regular and as I watched his eyelids closed and he started to snore quietly.
It was time for me to make my exit – only I could hear the rain falling heavily against the roof of the building. It sounded filthy outside, and I was beat.
There was an armchair in one corner of the room. It looked ancient and the lining was split open in a bunch of places. At that moment in time, it also looked incredibly comfortable.
I dragged myself over and pretty much collapsed onto it.
I don’t even remember closing my eyes.
The next thing I knew, I was blinking and yawning and rubbing my face. The morning sun was reaching into the room from a skylight and there was a pot of coffee brewing on the stove.
There was also a fax machine whirring into life.
I thought they’d gone the way of the dinosaurs so was bemused by the spectacle as a printout appeared. I went over to see what was on the sheet of paper.
It was a two-tone reproduction of a mug shot. Whoever it was, was not going to win any beauty contests. He looked desperate and dangerous. He also appeared human, but I assumed there was more to him than met the eye, if he was of interest to a monster hunter.
Below the picture there was a dollar sign followed by four figures.
I whistled quietly to myself. To a man in my dire financial straits, it was a substantial sum.
I was thinking how having that kind of money in my pocket would have made my life a whole lot better, when the man who I had helped the night before came into the room.
He took the printout from me, studied it, then said, “Looks like it’s time for me to go back to work.”
His leather coat and fedora were on the floor. He started to bend over to pick them up but pulled up in pain.
“Look,” I said. “If I understand this right, and you’re going to try and take out that desperado for that fee, then I would say you are going to fail. I reckon at the best you’ve cracked a couple of ribs. What you need is a partner, with a fifty-fifty split of the money when we succeed.”
He did not look happy about my suggestion and replied, “It will be dangerous in the extreme. You must realise that after seeing the last couple of vermin I took out?”
Unease trickled through me. But I wasn’t going to be put off that easily. I really wanted the money.
I pointed at the mug shot and asked, “What kind of monster is this?”
He grabbed a second page that had appeared from the fax machine, read it, then told me, “It says he is a shapeshifter. He is more dangerous than the lycanthrope I killed in the alley because he can change at will, not just during the full moon, and he could well share the cold logic of the vampire from the bar. The amount of the fee reflects this.”
I swallowed and tried to pretend like I was not scared as I said, “My offer to partner up with you still stands.”
He felt his ribs then looked me in the eye and growled, “Let’s do this thing.”
He drove this time, wincing every time we hit a pothole.
I had the two printouts on my lap and was leafing through an old A to Z of the city. I was looking for the street name that was among the details provided on the second sheet of paper.
“You do know it’s much easier to do this online,” I told him, as yet another bump in the road made me lose my page.
“Easier, but risky,” he told me. “Emails and messaging services are frequently hacked but no one is looking for information sent by fax. And who’s to say someone is not looking at the results of your internet searches the moment you bring them up.”
“I guess you don’t trust money being wired into banks either. So how do you get paid?” I said with a cynical tone.
He replied without missing a beat: “In cash. Used notes. Collected from drop off points, and never the same place. Do you like being given cash in hand? I know I do.”
I had to smile. He had me there. I went back to the A to Z.
After a couple of unnecessary detours caused by my rusty map reading, we finally turned into the right street. The apartment block we were looking for was on our left.
Finding monsters in alleys and dive bars had made sense. I also assumed monsters would hang out in graveyards, crumbling mansions, and other generally creepy and run down locations.
As I climbed out of the car and looked up, I was surprised.
The apartment block was sleek and modern. Balconies extended below each window. The views from the upper ones must have been stunning. And back down at ground level there was no graffiti or trash anywhere in sight.
“Are you sure this is the right place?” I asked.
He looked me at me and said, “The fax never lies.”
Then, hiding his pain behind a swagger, he strode up to the entrance and pressed a bunch of intercom buttons all at once.
“Someone is bound to be expecting a delivery,” he said, and sure enough we were buzzed in straight away.
We made our way through the plush lobby and waited on the elevator. The details we had been given also told us the shapeshifter lived in the penthouse suite.
“Must be profitable being a monster,” I said as the display showed the elevator descending.
The man in the fedora kept his attention on the display as he replied, “For some it can be. They use their differences to gather fortunes and power, sometimes through deluded acolytes, sometimes through violence and cunning. For others, though, being different is a curse, pure and simple. They wallow in filth, driven by base instincts to feed and hide. Either way, it is only a matter of time before they are identified as monsters and an operative is sent to end them.”
The elevator arrived and the doors slid open. The interior was wallpapered and there was a small, ornate sofa on one side. More signs that the shapeshifter had clearly done very well for himself.
That was all about to change.
The elevator ride was smooth and swift, and we emerged into a corridor where our boots sank into a thick, white carpet. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a security camera fixed high on the wall turn to face us.
I pointed it out and whispered, “Motion activated.”
The man in the fedora drew and obliterated the camera. “Not anymore,” he said and walked up to the door leading to the penthouse.
“It’s over,” he yelled then slammed his boot into the door. I noticed for the first time that he had steel toe caps and steel heels. The door cracked, he forced it open and stepped inside.
I followed. I could feel the adrenaline pushing my fear away.
The downtrodden security guard was history, I was a monster hunter’s partner now.
The vestibule of the penthouse was larger than any of the rooms in my apartment. There were oil paintings on the wall and light fittings that sparkled like jewels. A door opened up off it.
The man in the fedora was already barging through it. I hurried after him, into a living room with a floor to ceiling window. High rises soared in the distance.
A man sat in an antique chair in one corner of the room. I recognised him from the mug shot.
He had an arrogant sneer on his face. An arrogance that spread to his voice when he said, “Breaking into my home was a mistake. The last one you will ever make.”
Then he rose to his feet – and began to change.
His entire body expanded and within seconds he loomed over us. His skin cracked and dark fur began to appear. His fingers split open and claws unfurled, and the sneering face that looked down on us was now that of a beast.
It growled and with dizzying speed went for the man in the fedora.
He made to draw, but his injuries must have slowed him because the shapeshifter reached him before he could.
The shapeshifter lashed out with one of its claw-tipped paws, and the man in the fedora was sent flying across the room.
He lay there looking dazed. His leather coat and Kevlar vest were ripped and blood was seeping out.
The shapeshifter raised its claws, ready to inflict a fatal blow.
I had to act. I grabbed a chair and swung this at the shapeshifter. It turned and smashed the chair out of my grip.
I was left standing there as the shapeshifter snarled at me. The only thing I had achieved was to move up the victim chain. I would be diced and sliced and left as a gory mess on the floor.
My life flashed before my eyes, and I felt sick to the core as I realised my last thought would be: I have wasted my time on this earth.
Then something whipped into sight, a blur of silver. The shapeshifter looked confused, then its head toppled to the floor.
The man in the fedora dragged himself into view. He was holding a silver boomerang. “An excellent weapon,” he drawled, “Portable, with an edge that will cut through most anything, and very loyal. It always comes back.”
The decapitated head was already changing back into that of a man. A very dead man.
I turned away and was violently sick.
By the time I had recovered, the man in the fedora had left the room. I ran after him and called out, “Do we still have a deal? I get half of the fee.”
He was stepping into the elevator and did not turn round as he replied, “Yeah, sure. I’m going to collect it now. I’ll meet you later to hand over your share. Be at the alley where we first met, at midnight. And don’t be late.”
The doors slid closed behind him.
I punched the air and said, “Yes!”
I was too wired to head home or go for a drink so once again found myself pacing the streets.
I was excited at the prospect of the cash coming my way, but I wanted more than a pay-off. I wanted to be back on the trail of a monster. I wanted the rush of the confrontation. The elation of victory.
Sure, I was green and I knew there was no way I could strike out on my own. But the way forward was obvious. I had persuaded the man in the fedora to partner up with me once. I would do that again.
I was still telling myself that as I waited for him in the alley. It was five minutes to midnight.
Then midnight came and went and there was no sign of him.
I told myself not to worry. He would be there soon, with my money, and I would seize my opportunity to change my life forever.
But, by one a.m., I was still alone.
I cursed the man in the fedora. Did he think he could rip me off?
Well, there was no way I was going to let that happen.
I set off for his base.
It took me hours to get there on foot. I was exhausted but still furious, until I saw that his door was hanging open.
I knew that someone as security conscious as him would never have left it like that, and my anger dissipated.
My nerves tingling with dread, I slipped inside – to be met by a shocking sight.
The man in the fedora was lying on the floor in a pool of blood.
“No,” I cried out and ran forwards. I knelt next to him and tried to find a pulse, but there was nothing.
I began to weep. And as I did so, laughter drifted from the edge of the room.
I span round. A tall, pale figure dressed all in black walked into view. His eyes were pools of darkness. My mind flashed back to the lone figure in the bar.
The vampire.
Was this his kin?
“You did this.” I spat the accusation out.
The pale figure smiled. “I took my revenge.”
I was shaking as I screamed at him, “You murderer!”
The pale figure shook his head. “No. I did not kill him, because there are worse things than death I can inflict. You will see.”
Then, he walked away, out into the night.
My mind was racing. I needed to do something. But, what?
I decided I should take care of the body first. It was an empty shell now, but I still wanted to treat it with respect.
I grabbed a towel from among the things on the floor and began to clean away the blood. I stopped when I saw two wounds on the neck.
They were small and deep and I knew in my heart what they were.
Bite marks.
I recalled the vampire’s words: … there are worse things than death I can inflict.
And now when I looked down at the man in the fedora’s chest, I could see it was moving. This was so slight, it was no wonder I had missed it, but there was no question now. He was not dead.
He was undead.
I knelt there and watched as his chest rose and fell, as his eyes opened.
I could see the pain in them, the confusion.
“What happened?” he asked. His voice was very faint.
I told him. There was no point in lying. No way back.
And he knew that. Better than me.
“I can’t exist like this. As a monster,” he said in a quiet, weary voice.
Then he asked me to help him get up. I supported him as he struggled to his feet. He took off his fedora and handed it to me.
It was dawn by now and the sun was starting to reach into the room through the skylight.
He began to move through the shadows that remained towards the still open door.
He hesitated for a moment on the threshold, perhaps remembering his own life, perhaps summoning the courage he needed, then he stepped outside.
Through the gap, I could see the smoke rising from his exposed skin as the sunlight touched him.
I closed my eyes. I could not bear to watch.
I stayed like that for a long time. After a while, I moved over to the sofa and collapsed onto it.
I felt more alone and lost than I had ever done in my whole miserable life. The world was infected by evil. How could I find my place in it now my eyes had been opened to this?
At dusk, I made a decision.
There was one thing l could do. One thing I had to do:
Take revenge.
The need for this burnt white hot inside me.
I put the fedora on, picked up a stake and stepped outside.
The rain struck the streets as I stared out into the night. The lights of cars blurred as they passed, and sirens rose and fell in their endless serenade.
I took a deep breath. Excitement and fear mingled inside me. It was time to go to work.
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2023.04.01 14:52 NameTakken They got me

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2023.04.01 14:51 BrysonJT Advice from an Average Joe

So I’m roughly 3 years into this wild hobby that is Bourbon and I figured I’d make a post highlighting some of the things I’ve learned along the way. As with anything posted on Reddit there will undoubtedly be people who disagree with me vehemently and that’s okay. We’re all different and thats the beauty of this hobby. There is no real right way to go about it and everyones journey is completely different. So with the disclaimer outta the way lets get into it!
1.) DON’T overpay for bottles!
Now before anyone starts rage commenting let me explain! There are bottles that I’d recommend overpaying slightly for. These bottles are limited releases that you have researched and believe that you would enjoy. For me these include Makers Mark limited releases, ECBP, Larceny BP, Store picks that are A.) from brands I already like and B.) from stores whose palettes are similar to mine.
Bottles I wouldn’t recommend overpaying for are standard bottles that are always in production. Bottles that fall into this category are Blantons, Buffalo Trace, Weller, EH Taylor, Elijah Craig 18, Blue Run, basically any ultra hyped bottles that aren’t batched releases, limited releases, or annual releases. My advice is to just be patient, you WILL find these bottles at or around MSRP! It will happen when its meant to! And it wil save you a lot of heartache when you find Weller SR for $25 and realize that it’s not the end all be all of whiskey. My buddy paid $99 the first time he found a Weller SR and it completely ruined the experience for him bc while it’s a great $25 bottle, I think we can all agree it’s not a $100 bottle.
2.) Try BEFORE, you buy!
Most towns have at least one bar with a good to great whiskey selection and I recommend you go there and try as many different bottles as you can. Take notes, in a notebook or on your phone, and decide if you truly want a full bottle of this bourbon. This would’ve saved me so much money! Everyone talks about how great MM CS is and I absolutely hate it! But I bought a bottle before trying it and now I’m stuck with a bottle I’ll never drink. And this isn’t a one time thing, I’ve got a shelf of bottles I wish I had never bought, they’ll get pawned off on my whiskey curious friends but in the meantime they are taking up my limited space. Theres no way to avoid ever buying a bottle you don’t like but trying them first definitely helps!
3.) DO your research!
Find reviewers whose palettes sync up with yours. This will help you find new and interesting bottles that you might enjoy. My personal favorites are T8ke, PrePredulesh, Kurt from SLB, and Sean from Bourbon Junkies. There are tons of prolific reviewers who have tried 1000s of whiskeys so use them as a resource! Also figure out the MSRP of a bottle before you buy it. It’s an easy way to not get ripped off.
4.) Fight FOMO!
The industry does a really good job of enticing bourbon enthusiasts to buy their latest products, we all know this. But there are a lot of products that honestly just kinda suck, looking at you kentucky owl takumi edition. Just because a product is new or even limited doesn’t mean it’s a great product! This harkens back to my previous point, do your research!
5.) DON’T sleep on everyday shelfers! I didn’t own a bottle of Old Forrester for the first year of my journey. I know, I know I’m an idiot. But I always passed on them for the rarer allocated stuff because I knew they would always be there so there was no sense of urgency to get a bottle. Fast Forward to now and I LOVE OF. The 1920 might be the best widely available bottle and the 1910 might be the best DO bourbon ever made but it took me forever to buy them because I was always looking at allocated stuff. Another great example of this is Jack Daniels SBBP, if you know you know. Just because a bottle isn’t allocated doesn’t mean it isn’t a banger!
6.) Loyalty Pays Off, Usually
I know it’s tempting to go to every store in your state looking for unicorns but in my experience the easiest way to get that bottle you’re seeking is to stay loyal to one store and get to know the people there. They’ll remember and take care of the people that are loyal customers. The main exception is big box store, odds are they use a points system so it’s all about how much you buy.
7.) Lastly, HAVE FUN!
It’s easy to get caught up chasing bottles, building your collection,reading reviews, watching videos, etc etc etc. Remember to stop and actually enjoy your bottles, this is a hobby not a job!
Anyway thats the best advice I could give to anyone getting in to this hobby, I’m by far no expert so do with this what you will. Cheers!
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2023.04.01 14:46 eZGjBw1Z New and Changed Products - April 2023

Usually around the first of the month we have a batch of price changes and this month is no different. According to the "How to Become a Contract Liquor Agent" document, "The Agent must also complete price changes that occur at the first of the month..."
The changes today seem to be mostly price decreases, some with a corresponding change to De-Listed status which suggests they're now "Last Call" products. There are also quite a few new products. I had to separate Vodka changes into its own reply below.
I plan to reply to this post throughout the month if I notice other significant changes happening or at the end of the month before the next update to keep the changes in one place. Here's a link back to what changed in March 2023.
For each category I've sorted by the amount of the price increase or decrease. New products are shown first, then price decreases are shown in decreasing order followed by price increases in increasing order. At the end are products with other changes unrelated to price.
Current product status is indicated on each line as follows. OHLQ hasn't publicly explained what these things mean but I've included my best guess below.

American Whiskey


Canadian Whiskey



Irish Whisky





See below
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2023.04.01 14:40 PipToTheRescue Senior communities for the very active - p/ball, golf etc

Hi - a friend of mine is looking for a senior community, something like The Villages in Florida, where as well as on-site golf, pickleball and every sport you can imagine, there's also a social component. I know there is one in Port Dover - but is there anything closer to home?
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2023.04.01 14:38 HugoStick88 What is this site?
You guys might have saw me post something about Andrew the other day when I thought he was the antichrist or something, but I've been back on board with him after I came down to Earth. I love Andrew and his music. He's been a big source of learning for me the past 20 years or so. Totally Stupid is my favorite song in the world. I feel like he's always been with me. The only problem is, the past few days, I feel like he's in my head and I can't get him out.. It's like his music is on repeat, and it's really annoying to be honest. I listened to his albums for years upon years, with no other band even getting close to the same play time from me as Andrew did. I'm just really confused right now reading this site. I feel like the AWK I thought I knew doesn't actually exist and it kinda sucks. I mean, this site could be absolute bogus so I don't take too much credence into it, but I feel like the secrecy of Andrew is kinda watering down the music. Anyways, I really appreciate what Andrew's done and I love his work, but I feel like I got way too deep in his lore and instead of acting on his message of love and shit, I began to become focused on who he was as a person. I try to separate band from music, but sometimes that's hard. I'm not saying Andrew is a bad guy, I just don't know him, and the stuff I did know about him seems to be all constructed, so I really don't know him at all and it feels weird listening to his music. I guess not knowing the artists you enjoy is okay, but I don't like to feel like I'm being preached to by someone who might not even believe his message. I could be wrong, no doubt, so if you guys have any more insight that'd be appreciated. I'll still occasionally listen to his music, but I'm definitely going to back away and expand my taste a bit and quit using Andrew as my only source of music entertainment moving forward! Hell, I forgot Young Jeezy existed, and I love that dude too! Anyways, sorry for the strange fucking rant, I just got out of the in-patient clinic for massive mania, so my ramblings might be strange. Just know that I love everyone here no matter what.
Edit: By the way, life is awesome, wisdom is awesome, love is awesome, sports are awesome, water is awesome, glasses are awesome... everything is awesome! Except I think we gotta control ourselves a bit more than just letting our emotions run wild. It's good to feel like a child and be free from all the stressors of the world, but I feel like we can't grow into our best versions if we hide from the pain of this world. I think Andrew helped teach me the side of joy that I didn't know existed, but I also became numb or blind to the pain of the world, which is not a good idea either. I think finding that balance between the two so that you can work together and become a true spiritual person is the best way to help move society in the right way. I had to learn from the hardships of life so that I could appreciate the good. I became complacent to the world around me, only wanting to experience the good and ignore the bad. Andrew did try to teach me that but I was blind to it, I just wanted to party. Well, 10 years of insane manic episodes will make a person see the true demons that the world has, and they aren't fun. They do things to make your family and friends hate you, to chastise you, to make you think you're crazy and get you kicked out of your home.. ( I live with my parents at 34 :( ) Either way though, they helped me grow too, so while I see them not as fun, it was important for me to learn from them as well as from Andrew, so that I could become a complete person and be able to control myself to the best of my ability. I think I can confidently say that I'm back to 100% normal, but just a slightly elevated version of myself. One that I think can change the world if I just believe and have faith. And to not be lazy. To throw myself out there in the open, to let people see me and how I live, to let them know that I care and that I want the best for everyone, even if I have to ascend people above me. I don't want to be the top dog or anything, that's boring, I just wanna be a normal person with normal ambitions. I wanna love, I wanna have fun, I wanna be happy, and I'm okay if I'm sad, or scared, or nervous, that's just being human. I just can't let those negative emotions get in my way anymore. I have to seize control of my mind so that I can be the person God wants me to be, not the way the world wants me to be.
Either way, sorry YET again. I know this is a reddit about Andrew, but I kind of needed to vent to whoever will listen. Thanks guys, hope yall have a great day

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2023.04.01 14:36 Snow_Monkeysj5 (Just need an outside-in opinion) anyone who reads through this and offers advice is super appreciated.

I want to start off why I need an opinion is because like I said in the title, I want someone who can give me feedback without filters about knowing who I am personally so here it goes; (I’ll paraphrase as much as I can.)
So December 10th a few months ago I lost my father the day after my birthday December 9th.
I’m an only child and now it’s me and my mom so I have to adjust to a complete new lifestyle and just freshly turning 23, so how this connects with this forum I’ll start getting into.
So I got this Fine Fining Steakhouse job back in July, 2021 (when I was 21) I wanted to be a server but got hired as a Busser even with 2 years of serving experience. I could’ve said fuck that but I took the job, and my second day being employed, our bar manager at the time asked me if I wanted to start working behind the bar as a service well bartender (work the well just to make the drinks for servers for their tables and keep the business volume lower for the bartenders who took care of the guest at the bar top.)
I took it and after 8 months of grinding and being (not being an ego bastard) the best service well bartender that our new location has ever had I finally got promoted in march of 2022, after almost quitting because they didn’t appreciate my talents, speed (literally had servers going up to management saying how great I was and guest telling their servers too), knowledge that I’ve developed despite this being my first bartending job at 22 at the time, I got promoted.
I got bartending shifts on Friday and Saturday nights as a 22-23 YO while I was the youngest one by a landslide of 4 years.
(Paraphrase, this is a corporate restaurant) so we get a new bar manager and tells me I don’t have to do service well anymore as well as the other top 3 bartenders but a week later I get scheduled a Service Well shift but then the upcoming weeks I get some more while the others don’t get any at all.
Why is this a big deal? Well I tell you. A Service Well (SW), works the longest hours of the bar, has the most sidework, has the most fast paced, brutal position, and a very underrated important position. But with all that a SW would make $75-$150(if lucky) on a very busy Saturday night to put in perspective while two bartenders would make $400-$700 each on Friday or Saturday. And I worked really hard to get to that point especially now as a 23 year old, versus my other bartenders who are like 28-42.
So now I’ll tie in with my dad from what I said earlier. So after he dies, I went into rock bottom, I’m great friends with my co workers so they all know about this. But I tried to compose myself but I’m going to be honest I feel in hardcore alcoholism and abusing the antonym that is the opposite of PEPSI!
I stop getting bar shifts and I’ll admit I came into work “messed up” but my friends who I work with gave me constructive criticism and I’d say over the past 2-4 weeks I’ve been getting a little better coming into work not on that stuff.
Granted I was making a fool of myself without a reasonable doubt I’ll admit completely %10,000, but I was promised that I was going to get bar shifts after one of our “big 4” left because she was expecting soon, I never got it and I serve too but that’s $150-$400 but bartending I was killing it.
I’ll wrap this up but I’m upset because me being an only child no one not even my closest friends or even immediate family knows how I truly feel or checks up on me (not even my friend group who I’d known since I was little or work friends), and 2 I need to make that bar money again to help support my mom and they’ve been scheduling me a lot SW shifts when I can’t be doing those when I don’t make that good of money even compared to driving let alone bartending.
That’s the long story-short version, I would love to hear any feedback, opinions, even constructive criticism which has me a great bartender the way. Thank you if you’ve read this far and helping a brother out. (Took me 40 minutes writing this out)
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2023.04.01 14:29 GabyAndMichi Queen's evil or scrofula and the politics of sex and power.

Queen's evil or scrofula and the politics of sex and power.
“...Throughout her reign Elizabeth continued a number of rituals of medieval kings that demonstrated the continuing power of the aspect of sacred monarchy. We can see, however, the gendered nature of the way she approached these ceremonies. Throughout her reign Elizabeth used the royal touch to cure people of the disease, scrofula, known as the king's evil. Being able to cure through touch suggests the power Elizabeth had as a religious figure, a sacred monarch, and the value of her self-presentation as Virgin Queen. …Lancastrians claimed that Edward IV could not touch since he was not the rightful king. Wrote Fortescue, he "wrongly claims to enjoy this wonderful privilege. Wrongly ... [since] this unction is powerless because Edward had no right to receive it."
Sir John went on to argue by analogy, and scornfully asked: "Would a woman who received ordination thereby become a priest?" Clearly not. Continuing this line of argument, Fortescue added that a usurper would not be the only one unable to cure by touch. Many duties likewise are incumbent on the kings of England in virtue of the kingly office, which are inconsistent with a woman's nature, and kings of England are endowed with certain powers by special grace from heaven, wherewith queens in the same country are not endowed. The kings of England by touch of their annointed hands they cleanse and cure those inflected with a certain disease, that is commonly called the King's Evil, though they be pronounced otherwise incurable. This gift is not bestowed on Queens.
Yet less than a century later, both Mary and Elizabeth were touching for the king's evil, and following other practices including blessing metal for cramp rings (also used for healing) and conducting other religious services attached to Easter, such as washing the feet of the poor on Maundy Thursday. It is worth considering how practices described as inappropriate and unworkable in one century could be accomplished the next, and the implications for understanding the nature of Elizabeth's role as queen and the function of monarchy and its religious aspects in the sixteenth century. It is useful to look as well at Mary's reign to see the similarities and differences in religious practices of a queen regnant, one Catholic who marries; the other a Protestant Virgin Queen. We should not assume that Elizabeth appropriated these functions for purely political reasons as a means of encouraging loyalty, though that was a strong element.
Queen Mary I touching for Queen's Evil or Scrofula.
As Max Weber has noted, the use of religious conventions are helpful in establishing the legitimacy of rule**. Further, some sociologists, of the Durkheim school, argue in a positive theory of ritual that "religious beliefs and practices not only create and sustain the fundamental social structure of a society, but maintain the members' sense of reality."** But religious feelings probably also infused Elizabeth's gestures. Historians have traditionally described Elizabeth as a politique who was very knowledgeable about Christianity but had little religious conviction. But the work of such scholars as William Haugaard and Margaret Aston suggests far otherwise. Scarisbrick is correct that Elizabeth was no zealot, which was a difficult issue for the Protestant zealots of her time to come to terms. But because Elizabeth did not agree with their version of Christianity does not mean that she was not devout. It was serious enough for Elizabeth to organize worship in her chapel as she wanted it.
Writer Max Weber.
The little silver cross she had in her private chapel infuriated reformers, but was important enough to her that she refused to remove it. John Jewel's letters to Peter Martyr are filled with the despair this caused him. Jewel wrote him November 16, 1559, "The doctrine is every where most pure; but as to the ceremonies and maskings, there is a little too much foolery. That little silver cross, of ill-omened origin, still maintains its place in the queen's chapel. Wretched me! This thing will soon be drawn into a precedent. There was at one time some hope of it being removed .... But as far as I can perceive, it is now a hopeless case. Such is the obstinacy of some minds." Elizabeth had originally wanted the cross and candlesticks set up throughout her kingdom, but had finally agreed with church leaders to ban them, and in the central place of the proscribed crucifixion, the royal arms were displayed, thus conflating even more monarchy and worship.
Elizabeth refused, however, to take the cross and candlesticks out of her own chapel. Iconoclasts were so distressed that in both 1562 and 1567 they made attempts to destroy them. In 1562 an unknown reformer managed to do so. Bishop John Parkhurst wrote gleefully to Bullinger (August 20, 1562), "The crucifix and candlesticks in the queen's chapel are broken into pieces, and, as some has brought word, reduced to ashes. A good riddance of such a cross as that!" Elizabeth, however, replaced them and they were a target again five years later, as de Silva explained in a letter to Philip II (1 November, 1567). "On the 25th whilst they were performing what they call the service in the Queen's chapel an Englishman went up to the altar and cast down the cross and candlesticks upon which he stamped, and at the same time shouted heretical and shameful words."
Elizabeth was inclined at first to treat this leniently. She told de Silva "that the man was mad and did not know what he was doing, recounting to me some of his follies, amongst others that he thought our Lady and St. John, who were on either side of the cross, were Jews who wanted to crucify Christ again." De Silva was far from convinced, calling the man "an evil-minded rogue." In December the man tried to destroy the sacred objects in the chapel again, and this time "he was at once arrested and taken to a private prison whence he was transferred to the Tower." Given the conflicts over Elizabeth's private worship, we might wonder what Elizabeth's true religious feelings were. De Feria reported to Philip in 1559 that she had told him "she differed very little from us as she believed God was in the sacrament of the Eucharist and only dissented from three or four things in the Mass."
She went on to say that "she did not wish to argue about religious matters," something she tried to avoid whenever she could. Five years later she told de Silva, referring to the beginning of her reign, that "she had had to conceal her real feelings to prevail with her subjects in matter of religion, but that God knew her heart, which was true to His service." Of course, we do not know how sincere Elizabeth was in her discussions with either of the Spanish ambassadors, or if she was concealing her real feelings here as well. Bacon said of Elizabeth that she did not want to make windows into men's souls, and neither did she want a window made into her soul. She was content to believe that God knew what was in her heart, about her faith as in so many other matters, and to let it be.
Sir Francis Bacon.
Yet her behavior in both the Maundy ceremony and the touch ceremony certainly give us hints as to her religious attitudes. In performing these ceremonies Elizabeth not only continued kingly practices but also the practices of medieval women saints; though Catholics did not allow women to be priests, they had not excluded women from the miraculous, particularly miraculous cures, and this power seemed closely connected with the saints' purity and virginity. The many revered female saints, as Scarisbrick points out, "tempered male authority and ... asserted the dignity of womanhood." But these saints had been swept away, and many reformers had no use for virgins. Yet Elizabeth presented herself as a Virgin Queen, echoing the cult not only of the Virgin Mary, but also perhaps those of such saints as Frideswide and Uncumber, both of whose shrines had been destroyed in 1538, both of whom were said to be daughters of kings, and both of whose power came from their determined virginity.
Uncumber, daughter of a pagan father, prayed to God for aid when her father attempted to force her to marry. She immediately grew a dense, curly beard, which was sufficiently off-putting for her suitor to leave her at the altar. Her father, in his fury, had her crucified. In England, especially from the fourteenth century onward, Uncumber was the saint to whom unhappy wives prayed for succor, to be "disencumbered" of their husbands as Thomas More scornfully put it. There were images of Uncumber in Norwich, Bristol, and Somerset as well as Westminster itself. But Lord Mayor of London Sir Richard Gresham had the Westminster statue taken down in August 1538. If Uncumber's beard might suggest a parallel with the male, kingly aspect of Elizabeth's self-representation, St. Frideswide, patron saint of Oxford, is a more direct comparison as a healer.
St Uncumber.
Frideswide supposedly lived in the late seventh and early eighth centuries. The daughter of Didanus, an under-king, she was piously educated and early had a calling for a religious life. Despite her vows King Algar wished to make her his wife because of her beauty and wealth. He threatened to burn down Oxford if Frideswide was not delivered up to him. Frideswide managed to escape. When Algar caught her she prayed to St. Catherine and St. Cecilia, and he was immediately struck blind. It was Frideswide's own prayerful intervention, once he repented, that restored his sight. Frideswide founded a monastery and was known for her healing, possibly learned from her abbess/ aunt. Her shrine was decorated with delicately carved plants, all of which were known for their healing properties, to demonstrate Frideswide's great gift as a healer.
St. Frideswide.
Her most remarkable healing was when a leper conjured her in the name of Christ to kiss him. Despite what was described as his "loathsome condition" and her "fear of infection," Frideswide made the sign of the cross and gave the leper a kiss. "Immediately the scales fell from him, and his flesh came again like that of a child." She was able to cure a fisherman who was subject to violent fits, perhaps by casting the devils out of him. In some versions she also healed a blind girl, perhaps echoing the blindness and recovery of sight of Algar. The relics of St. Frideswide were preserved in a beautiful shrine at Oxford in a chapel dedicated to her. During Lent and again on Ascension Day, the Chancellor of Oxford, and principal members of the University, along with the scholars, came to the shrine in solemn procession proffering gifts. Especially during the twelfth century there were numerous instances of the faithful being miraculously cured after a pilgrimage to her shrine.
Of those who came to be cured, women outnumbered men two to one, and many of these diseases had to do with specifically female maladies, including madness or severe pain caused by intercourse. Prayers at St. Frideswide's shrine also cured one knight's daughter of scofula, which makes the identitification of Frideswide with Elizabeth even more powerful. In the later Middle Ages St. Frideswide's shrine was Oxford's richest church, and St. Frideswide's fair, sanctioned by a charter from Henry I, was the most important one in Oxford. The fair received particular attention in 1382 and 1384 because of a dispute between the University and St. Frideswide's Priory over jurisdiction. St. Frideswide must have been a well-known saint in the medieval England. In "The Miller's Tale" Chaucer has the carpenter call out "Help us, seinte Frydeswyde!"
...We have no direct evidence that Elizabeth saw herself as a continuation of such saints as Uncumber and Frideswide. Nor that those who thronged for her touch were consciously making such a connection. But surely the tradition of the virgin saint as healer would resonate as well for a Virgin Queen who healed by touch. Throughout medieval and early modem England there was a strong belief in magical healers, and the king was the most magical of all. Kings had touched to cure the afflicted in England since the time of the saintly Edward the Confessor. After the Norman Conquest it seems that English kings saw the effect of the French people spontaneously going to their king to be cured and copied the measure as an effective means to gain religious-political support.
Yet the practice seems to have waxed and waned in England in the Middle Ages. Despite Fortescue's concerns, there appears to have been relatively little touching for the king's evil by English kings in the fifteenth century, and we have no records of either Edward IV or Richard III touching, though Edward did have cramp rings made to distribute, another form of magical healing. Henry VII, after a century or more of comparative neglect, restored the ceremony of the touch to all its dignity and established a full ceremonial, with a set office of service. Henry, whose claim to the throne by the right of primogeniture was weak, used a number of techniques to assure his prestige, including claiming his descent from the mythological King Arthur and producing a round table repainted in the Tudor colors of white and green which he claimed was the original round table. In the same way he named his eldest son Arthur.
Touching for the king's evil, which could only be accomplished by the Lord's anointed, and which suggested the work of Christ himself, would be another means to assure his position. The touching became highly ritualized, and Henry VII gave each of the affiicted a gold angel as well as the king's healing touch. Just as touching increased the monarch's prestige, so too did maintaining the practice of washing the feet of the poor on Maundy Thursday, the day before Good Friday and a time of year heavy with religious portent. By the Tudor period the monarch had become clearly associated with the Maundy ceremony. The ceremony of washing the feet of the poor, done in imitation of Christ washing the feet of his disciples at the end of the Last Supper, was a part of the Easter vigil and had been included in the church service for many centuries.
In the Bible Christ told his disciples, "If I then, your Lord and Master, have washed your feet, ye also ought to wash one another's feet I For I have given you an example, that ye should do as I have done unto you." The Mandatum, or rite of the Washing of the Feet, was thus originally a simple act of charity very common in the Church. It became a liturgical rite sometime between the fifth and the seventh century. By the eleventh century the practice was being carried out in Rome. The Pope washed the feet of twelve subdeacons at the end of the evening Mass on Holy Thursday. When the other Holy Thursday rites were moved to the morning hours during the fourteenth century, the Mandatum remained a separate service to be held in the afternoon. The ceremony of the Maundy was known in Britain by at least 600.
When Mary became queen in 1553, she continued these ceremonies, investing them with great dignity as well as obvious personal feelings of piety. Elizabeth continued them as well. One reason that these ceremonies became so ritualized is that these functions were part of a larger theatricalization of royalty intended to achieve and demonstrate power. By the sixteenth century, the monarch had become even more important symbolically; the image of the monarch, idealized as God's representative on earth, was a means to secure the people's allegiance. The Tudors, who ruled without a standing army or an extensive police force, had their power "constituted in theatrical celebrations of royal glory," in Stephen Greenblatt's words. For queens ruling instead of kings, this aspect of power through ritual and spectacle could be particularly important, though Elizabeth took much more advantage of it than Mary.
The Mandatum.
…Elizabeth was far more aware of how to use spectacle to enhance the prestige of the monarchy, which she did from the very beginning of her reign in her coronation ceremony and procession through London the day before her coronation. Thus we know even more about Elizabeth's practices, and have a number of accounts of both her Maundy ceremonies and her touching for the king's evil. For Mary as a woman to continue these practices was already an unusual situation, but as a Catholic Mary wanted to re-establish practices that were not only royal but Roman. For Elizabeth, the situation was more difficult and complex. She was a woman ruler, a "female-king" who had also to balance the variety of demands on her for religious reform.
Looking at what ceremonial she retained and what she let go gives us an insight not only into Elizabeth's religious sensibilities, but also a glimpse into the cultural attitudes of the English Renaissance toward religion and queenship. The use of these religious ceremonies fit well with Elizabeth's self-presentation as the Virgin Queen, an image she presented to her people as a means to replace the Virgin Mary and help heal the rupture created by the break with the Catholic Church. Elizabeth and her Councillors deliberately appropriated the symbolism and prestige of the suppressed Marian cult in order to foster the cult of the Virgin Queen. This proved a powerful resource for Elizabeth in dealing with the political problems of her regime. The identification of Elizabeth with the Virgin Mary, which developed in the mid-1570s, was very effective in encouraging loyalty to the queen.
Re-enactment of Queen Elizabeth I touching for Queen's Evil of scrofula.
The worship of the Virgin Mary had been especially popular in England in the late Middle Ages, and well into the early sixteenth century. Simply denying her power and prestige, as Protestant reformers did, did not lessen the tremendous appeal the Virgin had for the popular imagination; it simply left a void. The image of Elizabeth as a Virgin Queen helped to fill this void and at the same time was politically valuable since many English Protestants came to love and revere Elizabeth as they had previously loved and revered the virgin. People began to suggest that one ought to say, "Long live Eliza!" instead of "Hail Mary!" John Buxton describes the famous picture of Elizabeth being carried to Blackfriars as "like the Virgin Mary in a religious procession: a comparison her subjects did not hesitate to draw."
We can see this identification in many other contexts. A number of the symbols used to represent Elizabeth as Virgin Queen-the Rose, the Star, the Moon, the Phoenix, the Ermine, and the Pearl-were also symbols that had been used previously to represent the Virgin Mary. Roy Strong suggests that, although Protestant England banned religious images as idolatrous, images of the monarch were accorded the kind of ceremonial deference reserved for religious icons. In time, many of her subjects did accept Elizabeth as an acceptable substitute for the Virgin Mary, and their adulation assumed a religious coloring. For example, many of the members of Elizabeth's court believed that having the queen visit on progress was tantamount to having their house blessed.

The rainbow portrait, loaded with symbolism.
Lord Burghley wrote about Elizabeth's visit to Theobalds as "consecrating" it; Burghley treated her so splendidly there that she visited a number of times, which was a great if costly honor. Elizabeth's progresses were critical in systematically promoting the cult of the Virgin Queen for people of all classes all over the country. Sir Robert Burton suggested the very sight of the monarch could "refresh the soul of man." Magnificent, idealized portraits of Elizabeth also functioned to legitimate her power and gain loyalty. The celebration of Elizabeth's accession day, November 17, took on religious significance and the trappings of a religious festival, in part, suggests David Cressy, "to compensate for the reduction in holy days" in the calendar. In fact, this day was sometimes known as "the queen's holy day." The festivities included public thanksgiving for her safety, sermons, and the ringing of bells, in addition to the more expected and secular contests such as tournaments and signs of rejoicing and triumph.
After the abortive rebellion in the north in 1569 and the bull of excommunication of 1570, public celebrations marking Elizabeth's accession began spontaneously. The first was in Oxford in 1570. They soon spread through the kingdom and were established officially. Elizabeth's government felt a need for a public display of celebration that demonstrated that all the threatening dangers had been overcome. The day "attracted much of the festive and liturgical energy that had formerly been reserved for saints' days." Her accession was formally introduced as a church holiday in 1576, with a specific service and liturgy. …From then onward November 17 was kept as a day of patriotic rejoicing, "in the forme of a Holy Day," as Thomas Holland said in a sermon in 1599 to answer those that "uncharitably traduced the honour of the realm."
In at least some years, two days after the accession day festivities, on November 19, there were further sports to celebrate St. Elizabeth's day, the queen's namesake. "Then the nineteenth day, being St. Elizabeth's day, the Earl of Cumberland, the Earl of Essex, and my Lord Burgh, did challenge all comers six courses apiece; which was very honourably performed." Another day of organized public celebration was September 7, Elizabeth's birthday. There were prayers in church, ringing of bells, bonfires, and parties. One prayer asked God to bless Elizabeth and curse her enenues, to fight against those that fight against her .... Bless them that blesse her. Curse them that curse her .... Lett her rise. Lett them fall. Lett her flourish. Lett them perish.
…The celebration of Elizabeth's birthday was particularly offensive to English Catholics because September 7 was, coincidentally, the eve of the feast of the nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary. Catholics such as Edward Rishton complained that the English Protestants were ignoring this holy day, "and to show the greater contempt for our Blessed lady, they keep the birthday of queen Elizabeth in the most solemn way on the 7th day of September, which is the eve of the feast of the Mother of God, whose nativity they mark in their calendar in small and black letters, while that of Elizabeth is marked in letters both large and red. And what is hardly credible, in the church of St Paul, the chief church of London ... the praises of Elizabeth are said to be sung at the end of the public prayers, as the Antiphon of our lady was sung former days."
But many of her loyal subjects regarded the fact that Elizabeth should share the nativity of the Virgin Mary as more than simply coincidence; they considered it a divine omen. It proved to them that Elizabeth and the Anglican Church were sustained and sanctified by divine providence. This belief was further intensified by the date of Elizabeth's death, March 24, which was the eve of the Annunciation of the Virgin Mary. Soon after the queen died one anonymous Latin elegy asked, "do you wish to know why it was on the Eve of the Lady that the holy Eliza ascended into heaven?" The answer emphasizes the direct parallels commonly perceived between Elizabeth and the Virgin Mary: Being on the point of death she chose that day for herself because in their lives these two were as one. Mary was a Virgin, she, Elizabeth, was also; Mary was blessed; Elizabeth was blessed among the race of women .... Mary bore God in her womb, but Elizabeth bore God in her heart. Although in all other respects they are like twins, it is in this latter respect alone that there are not of equal rank.
And touching for the king's evil became even more popular in her reign. Both her chaplain, William Tooker (1597), and her surgeon, William Clowes (1602), wrote books about scrofula and Elizabeth's remarkable talent for healing it through touch. It seems clear that Elizabeth chose to keep the ceremonies that were most public and had greatest value as spectacle and allow the less public ones to fall into disuse. Elizabeth expressed herself eager to cure by touching throughout her reign. During her reign, instead of a fixed season for touching as had been done previously, occasions were arranged according to Elizabeth's inclinations, particularly when she felt a divine directive or when she was strongly importuned by the applicants or their patrons. Sufferers would give their names to the royal Surgeons, who would examine each patient carefully to be sure the disease was really the Evil and there were no impostures.
They would then submit a list to the queen who would appoint a day, usually a Friday, Sunday, or feast day. The ceremony often took place at St. Stephen's Chapel in the ancient palace of Westminster, though Elizabeth also touched to heal while on progress, thus not only presenting the ceremony through the mediating filter of her Court, but also demonstrating this prestige through the theatricalization of ritual in other parts of her kingdom. Her chaplain William Tooker described how intensely she prayed to be able to transmit the healing touch. "How often have I seen her most serene Majesty, prostrate on her knees, body and soul rapt in prayer . . . how often have I seen her with her exquisite hands, whiter than whitest snow, boldly and without disgust, pressing their sores and ulcers*, and handling them to health ...* how often have I seen her worn with fatigue, as when in one single day, she healed eight and thirty persons of the struma."
…Though clearly aware of the value of the theatricalization of holy ritual, we may assume that Elizabeth did not touch simply for the propaganda value it afforded her. She apparently took the ceremony very seriously, and at times did not feel that at that specific moment she had the inspiration to cure by touching. At Gloucester, when throngs of the afflicted came to her for her aid, she had to deny them, telling them, "Would, would that I could give you help and succour. God, God is the best and greatest physician of all-you must pray to him." It is possible that Elizabeth may have refused to touch because she was menstruating, which would have made her touch polluting. This may also be why Elizabeth did not touch in a fixed season, since this sometimes might have coincided with her periods, which were irregular. Popular culture in medieval and early modern England believed the touch of a menstruating woman could have disastrous effects on men, cows, gardens, bees, milk, wine, and much more, even if medical authorities of the time denied it.
The effectiveness of the queen's touch was a potent political force for her, and a weapon against the ire of the pope. Indeed, the Protestant English feared the pope, whom Sir Walter Mildmay, for one, described as England's "most mortal and capital enemy." They believed that each Maundy Thursday he pronounced a solemn anathema against all heretics and enemies. There was particular concern after the pope issued a bull of excommunication against Elizabeth in 1570. English Protestants publicly discounted the papal bull on the grounds that Elizabeth still had the God-given ability of a true monarch to cure by touch, and even English Catholics as well as Protestants continued to go to Elizabeth to be healed by her touch.
Excommunication bull, 25th february 1570.
…Writing at the end of her reign, her surgeon William Clowes prayed for Elizabeth, whose long life, much happines, peace and tranquility, let us all (according to our bounden dutyes) continually pray unto the Almighty God, that he will blesse, keepe and defend her Sacred person*, from the malice of all her knowne and unknowne enemies,* so that shee may forever raigne over us, (if it please the Lord God) even unto the ende of the world*, still to cure and heale many thousands moe, then ever she hath yet done*. Clowe's prayer, that Elizabeth might live and rule and cure until the end of the world, projects her not only into the sacred but beyond human into the divine. But we do need to take care how seriously we accept this prayer.
In fact, Elizabeth in 1602 was a woman close to seventy years old, who was, in some people's eyes, especially after the Essex rebellion and its attack on both her person and her monarchy, clearly failing. And while imagery of the sacred was part of the way her people viewed Elizabeth, it was only one aspect of a multi-sided presentation; her gender and questions around her sexuality were also important and possibly troubling aspects of the way the English viewed their queen. Yet for at least some of her subjects the discomfort they may have felt in seeing a woman rule and perform such actions had been lost in appreciation for all Elizabeth had done as a sacred monarch, one who both blessed and cured with a queen's touch.”
- Carole Levin, “Elizabeth as Sacred Monarch.” in The Heart and Stomach of a King: Elizabeth I and the Politics of Sex and Power
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2023.04.01 14:22 No-Yesterday6541 My ex 22M left me 24F because partying is more important right now.

Does the night life ever slow down for people?
TLDR: My ex and I had an an amazing relationship. I’m not even kidding it was great and he even agrees. He’s really big into partying and I wasn’t but I made an effort to go out with him and I was happy just spending time with him. I got hit with stomach issues and he didn’t go out for 2 months. He said he needs to party to be happy and can’t deal with knowing I’m at home sad so he ended things. He said we’re too different and this is what’s best for us. He said he still loves and cares for me but he can’t keep going on like this. Everyone is shocked, expect his friends who encouraged him to do it. We honestly had hardly any issues. Curious if partying will ever slow down for him and if we could make it work in the future. We were together for over 3 years and live together majority of those years.
I know I’m probably not going to like the answers. Super long story for context.
For context he’s 22M and I’m 24F. After over 3 years of being with my ex boyfriend he ended things. He was always big into partying (like wants to party every weekend) and I never was that big into. The first 4 months of our relationship we partied a bit together because he was living in a “party” house. And then we moved in together and he slowed things down a lot.
He would go out occasionally and I would always get upset about sitting at home alone but you know it was never that big of a deal, at least not to me. He was bad about communicating with me when he was out, I wasn’t expecting him to text me all night. I would have just liked updates. We would tiff for a little bit when he got home because he would be mad that I was upset and then we would be fine.
Then he turned 21 and he felt like really going out more. He asked me to start being better about things and so I started going out with him. I didn’t always enjoy it but I was happy to be with him and happy he could have fun. Then I got hit with stomach issues and for 2/3 months he didn’t go out to support me through this. Then he started getting upset about not going out. I’ve never once told him he can’t go out. We got into a fight and he said I make him feel like a bad guy. There’s obviously a lot more to the story but not going to say it all. Well he broke up with me. Said we’re too different and he can’t live like this forever.
The sad part is, our relationship was really great besides the partying difference. Even he agrees, and he says he still loves me but he says this is the best for both of us. I would keep partying with him if I wasn’t for having these stomach issues.
He said he needs to party to deal with life and to feel good and he can’t deal with knowing I’m sitting at home sad. Like we never had a fight besides when it came to that. We had the same values, morals, outlooks on life, etc… We worked so well together. We had so much fun together. We both made each other laugh. We always wanted to be touching each other. We had strong sexual chemistry. I thought we were as perfect as it could get. Like things were great.
Honestly this breakup feels like it came out of no where. I imagine he was thinking about it through my stomach stuff though. I know he’s his own man but I also know his friends highly encouraged him to do it. They like him readily available and they have never really respected our relationship and have never made an effort to be nice to me and he never saw that.
Everyone else is shocked though his family, my family, my friends, and people we know. Legit everyone I have talked to has said “wow I really thought you guys were going to get married.” I thought we would too someday. Like I thought he was it and that this was my forever. As I was moving out his Dad showed up crying to say goodbye to me. Like I’ve never seen him cry and that broke me. People keep saying you could tell he loved you, just give it a couple months.
I asked him if he parents encouraged him to do it and he said no they didn’t. I was even texting with his mom and she said “he must learn lessons his own way.”
I’m absolutely crushed. I went and saw him yesterday because he’s taking care of our cat until I can get a place of my own. I told him I’m going to work on my anxious attachment styles and my insecurities. He said he’s not trying to make any promises but if we were to ever get back together it would have to be years from now. While I was over visiting we even fell into old habits like kissing and cuddling on the couch. He said he’s struggling a lot too but knows this is for the best.
But anyways I know I should probably move on. Find someone else. But he felt perfect to me. It’s even harder because I know for a fact we both still love and care for each other very much. Do people ever slow down on wanting to go bar hoping and partying every weekend? Is there even a chance we ever could make it work in the future? Obviously I would do anything to make it work but he said it’s not good for us right now.
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2023.04.01 14:20 JinxxCuts Bad Impression Over Text?

Ok, so a few days ago my friend (19M) told me that a girl (18F) he’s been talking to has a best friend (18F) that thinks I’m cute. (19M)
I got this girl’s snapchat and we have been having some pretty basic get to know you type stuff. We talked about movies, sports, animals etc. I decided to change the conversation and head in a much different direction as I could tell the conversation wasn’t very meaningful. I asked her if she drank. She said no that she had to follow an athlete lifestyle. I decided to be playful and kind of poked fun at this and said she was boring. Instead of continuing the joke or getting a little defensive like I was expecting, she just said, “Gotcha”. I realized I probably messed up by poking fun at such a personal question, so I asked her if she had an Instagram. All she says is “yes i do”. Doesn’t give it to me or anything. After, I asked for it and that’s where we are now.
The common denominator is that pretty much every conversation we’ve had, I started. I’m constantly doing the questioning. If this was any other scenario I would’ve cut my losses. Here’s the issue: my friend and his girl have already got it in their minds that we are going on a double date. I thought I’d try to create some sort of attraction with a girl im going to have to go out with, but worst case scenario I’m just there for the sake of being there for him. Any advice or ideas on my situation?
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Choosing the Right PhoneGap App Development Company In Florida
Choosing the right Phonegap App Development Agency Florida can be a daunting task, but it's essential to select a company that has a proven track record of delivering high-quality apps. Look for a company that has experience in developing apps in your industry and has a team of skilled developers who can understand your business needs and deliver the app that meets your requirements.
Accessing Native Device Features with PhoneGap App Development
One of the key advantages of PhoneGap is that it offers access to native device features such as camera, GPS, and accelerometer, enabling developers to create engaging and feature-rich apps. With PhoneGap, businesses can develop apps that are not only visually appealing but also provide a seamless user experience across different platforms.
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When selecting a Phonegap App Development Services Florida, it's important to consider factors such as expertise, experience, and reputation. A reputable company will have a thorough understanding of the latest technologies and trends in the industry. It will be able to offer valuable insights and suggestions to help you create the best possible app for your business.
In conclusion, PhoneGap app development services in Florida offer a great opportunity for businesses looking to create engaging, cross-platform mobile apps that can reach a wider audience. With the right development partner, you can create a powerful and user-friendly app that can help take your business to new heights. Contact us today to learn more about our Phonegap App Development Services Florida and how we can help your business succeed.
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2023.04.01 14:14 ULTRAOFFERS4 Video Game Console Review - PlayStation VR Mega Pack PS4

Video Game Console Review - PlayStation VR Mega Pack PS4
Hey everyone! Welcome to my channel. Today I want to tell you about an amazing virtual reality system that will revolutionize your gaming experience. I'm talking about the PlayStation VR Mega Pack for PS4.
Video Game Console Review - PlayStation VR Mega Pack PS4
This pack includes a PSVR headset, PlayStation Camera, and five amazing games. With the headset, you can get immersed in amazing 3D worlds. It's like being in the game! And with the PlayStation Camera, you can create your own avatar and take pictures of yourself in the virtual world.
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Video Game Console Review - PlayStation VR Mega Pack PS4
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Video Game Console Review - PlayStation VR Mega Pack PS4
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