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2023.06.10 06:57 rdk67 Spring Day 81: Sweetness Remembered
(This is a nonviolent text.)
Life! Exclamation point! Today’s speaker is made of clock parts and possesses encyclopedic knowledge about the nature of natural life. Life! Exclamation point! Though biographies in the back of conference programs won’t ever tell the whole story, they tempt us with the true face of authority. Today’s speaker – Life! – is made of clock parts, probably a grandfather clock to begin with, young for its age, but then he started slapping on extra clock parts, moved by an urge he couldn’t explain, until the function of tolling the hour was more of a hobby, a weekend pass-time, compare to what all those precision instruments were up to on a regular basis. As a vision on stage, the speaker’s machinations were there for all to see – the whirring of gears and belts, the clanking of chains. Where his heart chakra was thought to manifest, swung a pendulum.
The nature of natural life is not an easy expertise to build a vocation around – Life! Exclamation point! – but what a sentence to say aloud. At this point in the address, one of the speaker’s mainsprings uncoils where his belly button would normally be. He uses the longer of his hands to poke it back into place without breaking stride, continues: What is a natural life? More to the point, what is a natural lifespan? Who better to know than me! He points to himself when he says this, does a quick spin in place, revealing the dozens of differently styled clock faces that cover the surface of his body, continues: I’m after the author’s natural lifespan, like to pretend I’m playing along, but the whole time, I’m thinking about his natural lifespan. Hmm, hmm, I wonder why? Ha! // The author changes the subject – today’s speaker thinks of something else.
When you discover someone living an unnatural lifespan, you seek to find out why. Not that the reason is the point – not by a longshot – but call me curious. Maybe they tripped at the right moment and tumbled past the grave. Maybe they did a few extra calisthenics before the cock crowed. Or – perish the thought – they succumbed to an unholy pact at a vulnerable moment. I have taken it upon myself to sniff them out – and when he says this, the regulators above his eyes both arch significantly. And what then? We usually have a quiet chat before I recite my speech and complete my visit. It isn’t personal, I begin – time sometimes wells up, spills over its banks, and floods the village. If we could avoid such catastrophe, we should – don’t you agree? The time nature intends, through natural lifespans, would never, let’s be honest, flood a valley.
And what, then, would I do? Proprietary information! hoots today’s speaker from the stage, does another quick spin, stage lights flickering off his crystals, his gleaming metals. About the author’s natural lifespan – oh, you thought I’d forgotten! Were you 18 when you first died? Had it happened before then? Were you but a child under-supervised? Under-supervision-ed, we might say. Remember the day? You rode a toy out into the street, and a car’s front bumper rushed forward to kiss you on the left side of your head, the temple, a stone flung by the age of automobiles. Don’t you remember? Of course you do – the passionate screeching of tires, as those around you stopped and turned to look, surprise gradually replaced by horror at what they knew happened but couldn’t bear to see. You thought you survived – didn’t you? – but thereafter, what appeared on your left temple? A knotted cist so prominent, people stopped you and asked what happened. You saw exactly two physicians over the next 10 years, both telling you not to worry about it, and so you didn’t. You didn’t! When you probed the spot with your fingers, it felt like a rounded room, a shelter built by something trying to survive. As for that 18-year-old involved in that off-road motor vehicle accident – nominee number two, let’s call it – true, you were far more aware of mortality by then, but your own? You climbed aboard a 3-wheeled vehicle that could travel at more than 50mph, completely lacking a seatbelt, headrest, or protective frame – without a helmet, boots, or jacket – and the brakes were less than half there that fateful day, a means of slowing down – a vehicle that would be rendered illegal to operate within a matter of years of the accident . . . the accident . . . remember the accident? August, you were traveling off-road to do farm work, the cornfield you were riding beside with several rows chopped out for silage, and on impulse, you decided to turn into the field to see where it went, then really opened her up because of the green blur of all that corn. Did you secretly expect the drainage ditch? Was this more of a suicide mission? Over the side you went, face first into the opposite bank, and if anyone was wondering – the effect was not of pain but of the lights going out all at once. Imagine the nature of reality that allows for: the inevitability of the crash, followed by all the lights going out – this is really happening – followed by some utterly absent experience, like a film editor cutting in a blankness where reality normally insists scenes of existence should be. The film projectionist would have been instructed to fast-forward through this part of the film, such that no time seems to pass, and the next thing we know, he is trying to push a 3-wheeler out of a drainage ditch. That thing weighing more than he does, and he’s trying to heave it above his head, up and out of the drainage ditch. What had he become? What time-wise tricks were in play? He finally gave up trying to free torment from its channel, staggered through the field toward the truck, face covered in blood, never went to the hospital. When the story is recounted later by his dad, the story became how dad fixed the 3-wheeler by prying the front wheel out of the frame with his truck and a chain. Can you imagine that chain now? They called it a log chain, and the links were cast iron. It was completely covered in rust.
The author knows all this already, receives a spiritual visitation during the writing of the phrase suicide mission, wondering if he’s okay. Yes, he replies, knowing this particular metaphysical weather report has a lot of ground to cover. Today’s guest speaker picks at one of his stems in a distracted way, lets the matter rest, inquires about whether – uh-hum! – he might be permitted to carry on. The author gets up, refills his coffee, returns to one of the picnic tables arrayed in front of the derelict peace church where he lives. He is surrounded by millions of individual affirmations of life, many of which are visibly in bloom or going to seed. A bumble bee flies by. A yellowish bug with zigzags on either side ambles up, its antennae twice as long as its body, tapping at the world in front of it. Among the local insect population, it’s regarded as a savant.
Uh-hum! How many more brushes with death would the author experience before it finally took? There was the time a few years later, same farm but different brother, taking turns firing a handgun at a target. This would be the last time he would fire a gun for any reason, was it not? They climb into the brother’s wedge-shaped sports car, named after the grasping part of a bird of prey, and into fate’s hands did fly. The car was totaled, the two of them, without seatbelts or airbags, unhurt inside the crumpled remnants of the crash, mere inches from winding up once more inside drainage infrastructure, this one built by municipal authority, and therefore of a substance that would have been altogether worse on an unsuspecting traveler headed straight down. Yes, you might have been saved from becoming the remains of the day – but by what?
The child who caused the crash, the one who pulled out in front of that bird of prey, barely old enough to drive, who had two younger passengers inside with him, taking them out for ice cream maybe – that young driver sat nearby while police sorted out the story. He was crying on the side of the road like he would never stop, like he had identified the crash as the latest in a series of personal failings that would stretch into the future of his adulthood like a hot blacktop road and which, at every stop along the way, tragic suffering would be the font of consolation. Was this the way reality was supposed to work? The author recognized the boy as himself at an earlier age, bent down beside him, put a hand on his shoulder, and said, you will be okay. No one was hurt, and the rest can be replaced – your heart is true, and your soul will find its relief.
Ah, yes, the crash, says the author – ah, yes, the crash. Ah, yes, the crash, says the author – ah, yes, the crash. Ah, yes, the crash, says the author – ah, yes, the crash. The late days of spring may be the most forgotten of the year. If we aren’t anticipating summer – it’s still spring? – then we’re longing for those moments when the world was still opening its mouth, and then its eyes, and then its hands. The trees are all open by now, those late-arriving sycamores even filling out their leaves, such that the twigs and branches are all mildly bowed by the extra weight. After spring assumes its labor, the rest of the season finds its dedication, and I imagine the beads of water rising through capillaries beneath the wood – call it a space program – and a sweetness spreads throughout the tubular organisms we call trees. Late spring – sweetness remembered.
Life! Exclamation point! Chronobiology knows nature has much to say about what is cyclical, when, and for how long – much less to say about the natural length of one’s existence. Is death something one develops a knack for? The next notable death in the author’s life occurred a few years later – the death that would make dying into a full-time vocation. And where again do we find the author? Beside a drain. This one introducing the age of indoor plumbing, as the author lay on the floor of a friend’s bathroom, his life flashing before his eyes, as he vomits into a toilet. This time the world does not go dark all at once but feels like fuses blowing out, like a timed demolition, flashing like a string of firecrackers across the structural frame of a building, and a voice not his own telling the author: you’ll be okay, ride it out, remain present, you’ll be okay.
Would he though? For this fourth death, another blank spot appeared, no two – two instances of nothingness, orbiting each other, during which time, during which time, during which time – perhaps language hasn’t the proper security clearance to convey the negotiations that must have taken place to bring about a return to the living. The author remembers his friend opening the bathroom door, before which she would have been knocking and calling his name. When the door struck him in the back, and he came back to life, had he landed in the place where that drain did lead? While his friend cleaned up the bathroom floor with a towel, he sat on a bed with his hands covering his face. The hideousness he’d just passed through was the abbreviated version of what was to come – he knew the drill by now. The knot on his forehead was gone.
Destiny had finally shown him to his home, gave him a tour of the place, before scraping him off the floor, then setting up a series of baffling crises – from autumn 2002 to May 2003 – that would occupy the author’s attention for decades to come. The will toward dying had finally brought the world to life, and the mind of the universe was both ecstatic and enraged about it. Down there, at the bottom of the drain, they were fighting a global war on terror, war on terror, war on terror, and if wars on terror sum up preferred formulations of self-annihilation – symbol of invocation: fighting a reflection – then perhaps the author’s presence was meant to form a mirror-in-mirror infinity from which sustainable futures would emerge. Welcome to Mirror World! Where reflectivity gives us an evolutionary future! Where a universal narrative unfolds!
The author is making me write this, I must confess, but to everyone’s surprise, I am forcing the author to make me! The author is mine! And the author wrote that, too, I must additionally confess, and the two of us go around and around like this – symbol of invocation: two snails having sex in midair. The flatness and hardness we associate with reflectivity is something we will all outgrow eventually, and the hologram of hyper-reality will appear within our being like a flying saucer, and we will all be both abductees and witnesses, shown around the universe in style. Too much to ask? The last such alien contact – the insinuation of verbal and mathematical language into the genome of big-brained primates – gave us the keys to earthly reality. We are now exiting the stone age, evolving the means to make benevolence a fixture of human life.
The author made me write that, too, and even though I am just as surely making him write this, we must admit the mutability within the fabric of reality was not won without a struggle. The author faced death 11 times that year, faced death the next year, and the year after that. Each point along the way wanted to finish what the others couldn’t, and soon death felt like an echo, and in that moment of not really distinguishing the source and the reflection – when they both look somewhat the same – he could tell life and death were likewise difficult to discern. Life! Exclamation point! Are you merely an extension of entropy? A quicker way of dissipating the heat from a rocky-bodied planetoid like the earth? And if you are, then is life really just another form of death? But death! Didn’t you show us the way? Wasn’t dying the source of the cure?
Today’s speaker made me write that, just as I made him think it. And as thoughts passed from gear to gear around his body – as cuckoos sprang forth through tiny doors at various angles – as a series of chimes and tones issued forth from the stage like the ringing of a bell, if the bell could tell time and was tolled by committee – then the river of the natural lifespan, subject of such grand speculation in a previous incarnation, could now take its course. Perhaps indeed valleys would flood, but such is the natural origin of certain fertile fields. Springtime couldn’t agree with me more, its will toward abundance glad to splay its fingers before another epic growing season. As the author considers ways to wind up this report – knowing such lived truth inspires concern – whether death equals life or life equals death, he reasserts a will toward world peace.
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2023.06.10 06:39 Cannabonium Can anyone confirm if this is a desert recluse? Yucca Valley, CA
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Cats were playing with something and hyper focusing on it so I went to go inspect and found this guy in poor shape. Sorry for the poor picture and smashed state. Should I be worried about finding this inside (first time that I’ve noticed one). Do desert recluses generally stay outdoors or am I in for more surprises with these nesting in my home? We get monthly exterior sprays with occasional indoor sprays because we have animals. I’m mainly concerned for the cats who will play with absolutely any bug they encounter. Any advice would help! submitted by Cannabonium to spiderID [link] [comments]
2023.06.10 06:29 Metallica93 Having a difficult time finding a bookshelf with cabinet doors that flip up
My old man had a bookshelf (apparently called a barrister bookshelf) with glass/wood doors that flipped up like a garage door and slid back into the bookshelf. Super nice design and I'd love to get one of my own, but they're either cheap as hell (i.e., not worth the money) or prohibitively expensive (i.e., $1,500+). I'm looking for something around 40" wide and 60" tall, but even just finding that style of bookshelf is a pain in the ass (or it's what I want, but is incredibly short) :(
Any ideas for something in Chicago/the U.S. or should I just save up to get something good in the $1,000+ range?
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2023.06.10 06:06 luc1ferious The russian L4D2 community makes No Mercy and Crash Course unplayable.
I am here to cry for help. As a russian player, i must say that there was a huge wave of griefing in our matches. A few years ago, a youtuber named " Alypaches" uploaded a series of videos where he is killing many players for using "Game breaking bugs" such as lockers on 2 NO mercy map on garage door event or shelves on mortair event. Plus this youtuber also has a weird grudge against the Magnum, he hates this weapon so much that he basically kills everyone for using it. Not only that, but he encourages his viewers to do the same (killing people who use magnum or any ingame form of shortcuts or bugs). This made playing the game uncomfortable, i am tired of Alypaches's fanboys griefing my matches over the stupid ideas. Please help.
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2023.06.10 05:56 Cannabonium Is this a desert or brown recluse my cats got to? Yucca Valley, CA
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Sorry for the smashed quality but found my cats having a lot of fun with something and pulled this away from them. Maybe just quarter sized if it was fully spread out. I’m assuming it couldn’t be anything else like a small huntsman since I’ve seen those plenty out here already. submitted by Cannabonium to whatsthisbug [link] [comments]
Should I be looking for more inside the home or did it likely just wonder in? Thanks!
2023.06.10 05:54 dauntless783 Possible electrical problem with 2022 Super Duty with 6.7
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I'm loving my new EV 😍. I've started to plug it in the last few nights to be sure and get full range in the morning, check it out! Charging it up!
But seriously, my 2022 Super Duty with the 6.7 is an awesome machine, took delivery this past November. My first Ford, and really loving it. But when I let it sit for ~3 days, both batteries run dead. It's done it twice in the past month, where I'd go out to start it, and nothing. Both batteries at 0 volts.
I have service at the dealership scheduled next week, but I'm not quite sure where to tell them to start looking for an issue, other than something is draining the battery when it sits idle.
A few data points/thoughts:
- Model: 2022 F250 Lariat (Ultimate pkg) 6.7 Power Stroke with Black Appearance Package (comes with the LED headlights, etc)
- The first time it happened was 7 days after a heavy rain. However, after the rain, we drove it three hours in dry weather, then let it sit for a week. After that was the first time it didn't start
- The second time it didn't start, it had only sat for 3 days
- My neighbor has the same model, year and everything, and his sits for 2 weeks at a time and starts with no issue. I'm happy to drive it more to keep the batteries charged, but that doesn't seem necessary
- A possible cause: One day I walked into the garage to do something else. It happened to be after an overnight since I last drove it. That day I noticed a humming coming from behind each LED headlight. I know this might be fans or a LED headlight cooling system. But the unusual part, was that they were humming well over 12 hours since I had opened the doors on the vehicle
My current theory is that last bullet point above is my possible root cause. Rather than something like a short or electrical problem, it seems like it's along the lines of a software problem. Anyone else have that issue where the LED headlight fans run constantly and are possibly draining my batteries when it's sitting?
Thanks in advance for any thoughts!
2023.06.10 05:44 Leftylizard9085 I play a game they call "Sleep Points". Every night I hide under my blanket (Part 7)
Part 1 - https://www.reddit.com/nosleep/comments/11ovngn/i_play_a_game_they_call_sleep_points_every_night/
Previous Part - https://www.reddit.com/nosleep/comments/13deva8/i_play_a_game_they_call_sleep_points_every_night/
When I got home from school, even though I knew the clock wasn’t literally going to try to eat me alive like it always seemed to want to on weeknights, I still watched it intensely, dreading every minute that passed. Even though this had all been what I was hoping for over the course of the last week and a half, going through with everything I would need to do to meet up with Anastasia at her house in the middle of the night still seemed way scarier than just dealing with the clock’s nightly threats against my life which, by that point, had become something of a routine for me.
At 11:00 PM, my parents looked like they had gone to sleep. I would wait another hour as Anastasia had advised. I would leave at midnight. And that wouldn’t be a problem since it was a Friday night, and my clock wasn’t going through its usual changes. By that time, the clock hadn’t started glowing or even turning the slightest shade of red.
When midnight did come, the clock was still in the same state as it was at 11. My parents were still asleep. They hadn’t even gotten up for a bathroom break. I turned on the kitchen lights, hoping it wouldn’t wake my parents up. It didn’t. I went to the kitchen table to take the keys to my father's truck. They weren’t there. I had no idea where else to look for them.
I tried looking all around the kitchen and living room. I checked mom and dad's bathroom. Nothing. I didn’t know how I would make my way to Anastasia’s house now. I could just picture her, spending all night at her back door, waiting for me to show up, without me ever coming. Maybe I'd find the keys tomorrow. But that seemed like a fat chance since dad wasn't gonna be driving anywhere tomorrow.
I wouldn't have him to find them for me. It looked like I’d have to wait a whole nother week on any answers now.
I had recently invested in a new watch. I had some allowance money left over from when I was a kid. My school has a little gift shop with small things like school-themed wristwatches, so after my last class of the day, I stopped by and picked up a College High watch so I could check the time without needing to look at the clock in my room or at my phone. I'm bringing this up because at around this point I was watching with increasing anxiety as time was passing by. According to the watch, the time now was 12:30 and I still didn’t have any access to my father’s car.
I was already feeling hopeless enough, just thanks to that fact, but then I remembered that I still didn’t even know how to get to Anastasia’s house.
Since I still didn’t know where the keys were and it didn’t look like I’d find them any time soon, I figured I’d take a break from looking, and go on my phone to look up her address on google maps. I knew I shouldn’t have been using my phone since it was apparently super important not to let it die. I figured it must've been one of those rules like keeping my head under the blanket when the monster showed up, along with the rest of my body. But I would only need my phone for a few minutes. Just enough time to look at google maps and sketch out a rough map of the route from my house to Anastasia’s.
The first thing I noticed when I typed in her address was that, thankfully, her house wasn’t too horrendously far away from mine. It would just be a 4-mile drive. So hopefully this meant that, if push did come to shove, I could still just walk there if I had too. I’d probably be late, but that would be better than not showing up at all. So, I at least had that as a back-up plan if nothing else. But it would still be risky. It would take a lot of time to walk there, and then to walk back. Maybe mom and dad would be up after all was said and done. Maybe they’d hear me coming back inside the house, regardless of how I made it to Anastasia’s. Maybe I’d wake up Anastasia’s parents too.
Since I only had an hour and thirty-five minutes left, I had no time to worry all that much about any of this though. I had to get to work, jotting down the path to Anastasia’s house. I would turn left out of my driveway, stay on that road for about a mile and a half, then turn right and stay on that road for another half-mile, then turn left for another mile, and then left again for a final fourth mile.
Another thing I noticed was that Anastasia lived out in the middle of absolute nowhere. I thought I did too, but Anastasia’s house was on a whole nother level of out there.
Fortunately, that meant I’d be driving pretty much exclusively on backroads, so it would literally be impossible to take a wrong turn after I made my first turn out of the driveway and the next right turn after that after about a mile and a half. It also meant that I would be pretty much guaranteed not to run into any other drivers, especially at that time of night. But I guess her remote address explained why she didn’t have the internet connection she would need to do a video call.
Since it was a quarter to 1 by that point, after I found out how to drive to her house, I put on all the layers I could find, took the flashlight that my mom had given me for the walk I had went on during the week prior, and started trying to walk over there, without my parents’ car, despite her recommendations. Even though it was four miles by car, I wouldn't have to worry about staying on the road if I just walked there. If I walked in a straight line, I could get there in just over 2 and half miles or so. I had decided to leave, not out of the front door, but out of the door in the hallway that led to the garage. That door made less noise than the front door.
Unfortunately, I started to get the sense that I hadn’t thought this plan through when I realized I would still have to open the garage door in order to make my way into the outside world. Which, yeah, made considerably more noise than the front door. But then I realized it didn’t matter, since I was gonna have to open the garage door anyway if I wanted to get the car out of the garage and onto the road. So, I had still made the right decision. Except no I hadn’t, because I had just remembered that I still didn’t have the car keys, and so I was supposed to be ditching the whole car idea anyway and had just randomly forgotten about all of that.
I know that all probably sounded pretty messy and wasn't very easy to follow, but maybe someone else reading with ADHD can relate. But anyway, confusing thought processes aside, I walked out the front door and started making my way to Anastasia’s on foot. It really was freezing though. I really did wonder if I could actually make it all the way to her house.
Before I even made it to the end of the driveway, I began to change my mind and decided driving really would be a more reasonable alternative. Obviously, the backroads wouldn’t even be close to snow plowed. But the snow only looked to be about maybe 6 or 7 inches deep, which was still driveable enough with the snow-proof tires that my dad had on his truck. This level of snow isn't all that uncommon around here, so those tires are pretty much a must-have for anybody living in deathly cold climates like us.
So, I could still drive despite the snow, albeit only very slowly what with how much the snow would slow me down. But I was supposed to be driving slowly anyway because I was only 14 and didn’t have a license. But I still couldn’t drive without those keys. Then I remembered I still had my bike in the garage. It was supposedly “all terrain”, so hopefully that meant it could handle the snow. I went into the garage, got my bike out, and tried riding it. Unfortunately, the tires on that bike weren’t even close to capable of handling the snow. I tried pedaling as hard as I could but hardly got anywhere before falling over. I had a feeling this would probably happen. It seemed like a dumb idea but, since I didn’t want to steal my dad’s truck and I couldn’t even seem to find his keys anyway, I figured it was at least worth a shot.
I was just about to say “fuck it” and try meeting Anastasia again on some other night when, just as I had put my bike down in the garage, I had seen that my dad had left behind his keys in the key slot of his car door. Apparently, the reason that they weren’t where they usually were was because my father had locked the truck and just forgot to take his keys with him. I turned the key sticking out of the driver’s side door and it opened. So I really could get inside of his truck after all.
I put the key into the ignition and then put it in reverse. The truck made quite a bit of noise when its ignition started, so I had just hoped that I hadn’t woken up my parents with that. Luckily, my garage is on the other side of the house from where my parents sleep, so the sound did at least have a long way to travel. Once I started backing the truck out of the garage and into the driveway, I ran into another problem. Since the roads weren’t plowed, they were just as snowy as anywhere else. So even with the rearview mirror, I had no idea where my driveway stopped and the road started. I figured I would just keep backing up until I felt like I’d gone far enough.
Far enough came sooner than expected though. Eventually, the car had very clearly backed into the grass, meaning I had backed up too far. Fortunately, I saw that I hadn’t veered too much out of the straight line I was trying to go in, because driving in reverse meant I could see the truck’s tracks right in front of me with the help of the headlights. The car fell onto the grass from back to front. So that meant that the road was now directly in front of me. Since I needed to take a left from my house if I was facing away from it, and I was now facing the opposite direction given that I was looking right at it, that meant that I now had to make a right turn in order to still be going in the right direction.
I took a moment to make sure my logic was right and, once I felt confident, I turned the truck right and then tried to feel for where the road was based on how well the truck was able to move. Eventually I was able to drive relatively smoothly, so I took that to mean that I was back on the road. I tried to angle myself properly so that I wouldn’t wind up veering off the road again. Now and then I would wind up driving myself off the road. But since I was only going like 5 miles an hour, I was able to catch myself before the car wound up falling into any ditches or something.
Since the road was entirely empty, I eventually made the decision to just drive in the middle of the road. Or at least, wherever I thought the middle of the road was. That way, I’d limit the likelihood of driving myself off the right edge.
After about 20 or 30 minutes of driving painfully slowly, I finally saw the sign for my first turn. Since all the turns I was making were fairly sharp ones, they were basically all 90 degrees, there were road signs that I could use to gauge when I should turn without needing to see the road itself. So I still knew when to do it, even though I couldn’t see the road under all the snow and I couldn't use GPS since my phone had to stay on the charger at all costs.
But the snow still made those sharp turns very difficult to make. So I had to start all my turns pretty far ahead of where they actually would’ve been in the road. Naturally, I wound up driving off the road when making literally all of them. But I was always able to work out where the road was supposed to be soon enough. I guess since people are more likely to veer off the road when making turns as opposed to when they’re driving straight, there didn’t seem to be any ditches around all those sharp turns, thankfully enough.
After I made that first turn, I checked my watch. It was now a quarter after 1. I still had 50 minutes to go. I wasn’t making great time, but I had still made it about a third of the way in only about 25 minutes. If I kept up the pace, I’d be there after just under an hour of driving. Which would put me there a little bit after 2 AM. So, pretty much exactly at 2:05, the time we agreed on.
I kept on driving incredibly slowly for what felt like forever. Finally I had made my last turn, and after a bit, I could see lights from the houses off the side of the road in the distance. I figured that this must be the neighborhood Anastasia lived in. If you could even call it a neighborhood. The houses were so hugely spaced out that it hardly even made sense to say you had neighbors. But then, she really did live out in the middle of nowhere.
Every time I passed by a house, I got out of the car and looked for an address with my flashlight. This slowed me down, but it still ensured that I would be headed for the right house. I kept the slip of paper with her address on it since I knew that, without that sheet, I’d absolutely forget which address was hers. I was actually pretty pleased with myself for having thought ahead like that. I usually didn’t. I guess I still usually don’t, if I’m being honest.
I was worried that this whole procedure of getting out of the car to scope out for an address every time I passed a new house would make me late. But fortunately, Anastasia’s house was the third house I came across on that street. So thankfully, I didn’t wind up having to check that many houses and it only cost me maybe another 5 minutes. When I checked my watch, I found I had actually arrived sooner than I had thought. Even with checking every house I had come across up to that point for the address, it was only 1:50.
I had made it with 15 minutes to spare. That meant I had made that last two thirds of my trip in about the same amount of time that I had spent on my first, meaning I had wound up going twice as fast. I suppose as I had gotten comfortable with driving, I sped up the car a little without even realizing it. Doubling your speed sounds like it should be a huge difference, but when you’re only going from 5 miles per hour to 10, I guess it must be pretty hard to notice.
Since I had so much time left and the weather outside was still hellishly cold, I stayed in the truck with the heater blaring. After a couple of minutes, I noticed an ominous red light glowing out of the side of the house. That seemed off to me since surely that couldn’t have anything to do with Anastasia’s clock. It wasn’t a weeknight and even if it was, it was still well past midnight. I remembered what she had told me about how I was still on Stage One. Maybe the fact that she was on a much later stage had something to do with what I was seeing. The fact that I was still on Stage One did, after all, seem like it had something to do with the fact that I was only threatened by the clock on weeknights.
My curiosity had gotten the better of me, and so I braved the cold and snow to go check out what was happening. There was a window on the side of the house. The curtains were left open so with the red light blaring from it, I could see inside fairly easily. Especially since the house was only one story, so it wasn’t like the window was too high up off the ground for me to see through, either.
My fears had been confirmed. Upon looking into the room, I could see exactly where the red light was emanating from: the clock on the nightstand. The face inside was as clear as ever. Every feature slowly growing, approaching the glass in front of the clock’s face. But it wasn’t looking at me. It was very clearly directing its vile and hateful gaze at the person under the covers.
The person had her head covered underneath the blanket, so I couldn’t directly tell who it was. But I figured it had to be Anastasia. For one, there was no way in hell anybody else in her family was playing Sleep Points too. I mean, what are the odds of that? And for another, the room pretty clearly looked like it belonged to a teenage girl about Anastasia’s age. Everything looked like it was pink and had all kinds of frills to it. I even noticed some boyband poster on the other end of the room. If this wasn’t the most stereotypical teenage girl’s room, I had no fucking clue what was.
Finally, 2 o’clock had come. I could see why she had told me 2:05. I had never seen the monster from the clock break out. I had always had my head under the covers whenever it happened. But since this was Anastasia’s clock and not mine and since the face in the clock was staring her down and not me, and since I had an entire wall separating me from the thing, I guess I somehow managed to muster up the courage to watch the monster in action.
Suddenly, the hands and numbers of the clock’s face began to almost melt into the monster’s face. It had broken out of the sheet of glass holding it back. But that seemed to be the only thing that was broken. The rest of the actual clock remained pretty intact as the unspeakable thing from within started to slither out of the clock and onto the floor. Since the hands and numbers were still on its face, it kinda looked like they had been imprinted on it like some kind of tattoo artwork. It very quickly expanded in size and let out this unholy screech that I could hear very loudly even from behind the window. But Anastasia was still sleeping very peacefully. Totally motionless like nothing at all was going on.
It prowled around her bed, looking for the slightest sign of motion. It looked almost skeptically at her. As if it could tell whether she was really sleeping or not. And God only knows what would’ve happened to her if she wasn’t. Eventually, the monster seemed satisfied with what he saw and shrunk himself down to his original size. He slid back into the clock, and as he did so, there was one last glow of red light. The glass had been restored. It was now 2:01.
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2023.06.10 05:43 MHamptonhere Bullying Neighbors
Me and my family just recently moved into a new neighborhood. The first month was no problem from neighbors. A month later one afternoon I was sitting in front of my house in my car and all of sudden a woman comes out of nowhere and proceeds to bang on my driver side car window. I rolled my window down a little bit to speak and she then accuses me by saying she saw me hitting my neighbors bricks who lives directly next door to me and driving on their grass. I told her she was mistaken and that I never hit anyones bricks. She then proceeds to blow her cigarette smoke in my car. I then get out of the car and speak to her as I don't want her to continually blow her cigarette smoke in my car. I then asked her where she lives and she tells me she lives at the corner house while still blowing her cigarette smoke in my face. It seemed like she was doing all of this out of pettiness but as we were new to the neighborhood I decided not to start and argument and just politely ended the conversation. She then walks down to the corner house and turns the corner to another street. I thought nothing of it until a week later come to find out she doesn't live at the corner house and that she actually lives directly cross the street from me. I had hardly seen her or crossed paths so when she initially came up to my car I had no idea who this woman was. Please stay with me because this is where the madness begins. A week later I was leaving out for work. Now mind you I park my car on the street in front of my house sometimes and as you know you sometimes have to drive in a neighbors driveway when parking on the street to turn around. I did just that but instead of using the neighbors across the street driveway (cigarette lady) I decided to use the neighbor who lives directly next door to her to avoid any problems with cigarette lady since she lied and accused me of something I didn't do. As I was driving in this lady's driveway (who lives next door to cigarette lady) I ENSURED I didn't drive on her grass since again me and my family are new to the street and also since the cigarette lady has already made up a lie about me driving on someone else's grass I didn't want anymore problems. As I drove in her driveway was I went slow and made sure I didn't drive all the way in her driveway only up to the sidewalk. This lady then runs out her back door and comes up to her gate and yells something at me. I rolled my windows down and asked her what did she say because I didn't hear her. She then says "Don't get on my motherfucking grass". I was in complete shock. Because I made sure I wasn't on her grass and that I drove slow. I then say to her "You don't have to speak to me like that I never met you. You're being very ignorant with me. I'd appreciate it if you not talk to me in that manner" she then says "I don't give a fuck don't drive on my fucking grass, bitch" After this we get into a brief argument and I drive a way. When I come home she's already waiting on her porch and I was prepared to ignore her as I was still in shock someone could talk to someone like that who've never down anything to them. She then "Hey, I wanted to apologize for earlier." and I then say I do not accept your apology kindly as If Im being honest I was still upset by the names she called me. After I declined her apology she then says "Nevermind bitch". I knew then none of this was going to be good. I concluded that night that what might have triggered her to lie and say I was on her grass was because the cigarette lady told her I drove my neighbors grass so when I drove in her driveway she already had preconceived notions about me off of what she has heard from cigarette lady. Ever since then her and the cigarette lady has went to half the neighbors on our street lying to them telling them that I did this, that, and the third as if Im bullying them for no reason. Other neighbors has chosen "their side" because other neighbors would say stuff to me as Im walking my dog or when I wave at them they blatantly don't wave back. Whenever I would water my grass cigarette lady and driveway lady would get on one of their porches and gossip about me. I just ignore them until a week ago. Last week I decided to take my dog on a walk around the neighborhood as I normally do. Usually when I walk my dog I try to stay on my side of the street to avoid further confrontation but and sometimes I walk my dog on both sides cigarette lady and driveway lady side of the street as well as my own. And I decided to walk on both sides. As I began to walk my dog, driveway lady then looks out her front door and then rushes out her back door to walk her dog. I then said I will try to talk to her today and try to end the conflict. So I walked my dog to the corner of our street and waited for her to come around the block to speak to her. And I did I spoke to her and also mentioned to her I don't like the things she been doing and that it's ridiculous she has involved all the neighbors. She then said yes "I told everyone, I will keep telling everyone" from there I knew she was insane. So I politely asked her to stop the drama with my family and I and leave us alone and walk away and she agrees and we go our separate ways. Out of nowhere her mother and father pulls up in the middle of the street then jumps out the car and begin to yell at me. Mind you this lady is about 41 years old. I knew this was her parents because she called them mom and dad. I then say a few words back and just go home. I didn't even get to finish walking my dog. I go home lay down and 30 minutes later the police shows up at my door saying that the "driveway" lady parents called and told them I was walking my dog on the wrong side of the street and that I have been harassing her and the neighbors. I then ask him is it a crime to walk by dog on a public side walk although I always make sure my dog doesn't poop on anyones lawn. He says no and then actually agrees that her calling the police on me was ridiculous and that I have every right to walk my dog on either side of the street. So after that the police gives me an incident report number and I go inside. The police then goes over to driveway lady's front yard and speak to her and her family. So decided to walk my dog again since I didn't get to finish walking him the first time and I thought this was the perfect time since the police was there. I began walking my dog and this time I was going to walk around the corner to a different street. As I passing by the corner house on my street to go around the corner to a different street a man and his wife are on their porch starring at me with anger in their eyes I just looked away and kept walking. Then the woman on the porch goes "Who the fuck are you starring at" I said "I don't know you" and she then jumps off the porch and goes "Im [insert name] who the fuck are you" I tried to keep walking before I know it she's slapping me upside my head. Before I can defender myself the police who was once talking to "driveway" lady then runs up puts me in handcuffs then gives me a ticket for disorderly conduct. They then let me go and gave me my ticket. I was in tears and in shocked that this was really happening to me. I then told my family about it who lives near and my brother rush over and confronts the lady and her husband. Apparently she claims that I have been bullying "driveway" lady and that I'm a horrible person which is why she attacked me. The police refused to give her ticket for assault as they said "They didn't see anything" I know this was very long but what do I do. We have a court date set as well. She I hire a good lawyer or do I even have a case. Pertaining to the neighborhood do I contact city council? Where do I go from here?
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2023.06.10 05:41 justanoddcat i think one of my old friends was dead when i met them
i think one of old friends was dead. this is a bit of a rant because i just remember a majority of this.
(i don’t remember much of when i was fairly younger than i currently am (15) so i might be missing some details but i have been piecing together together who i met 5 years ago)
I remember sometime around February of my 5th grade year a girl seemed to appear out of nowhere. i didn’t have class with her but she was in the class right next door. (there were no door separating the 5th grade classes from each other only thin walls). she never really seemed to talk or interact with people and i rarely saw her myself. she was almost never at school and i don't think i ever heard the teacher call her name for attendance. she always sat alone at lunch and the few times she ever sat with other people (usually my friend group) she wouldn’t really talk to any of them. the only time she ever talked to me was when the other people around us were busy with something else or were looking away. i slowly got to know her bit by bit. her name was molly and she had a few brothers. she had brown hair that was always in a perfectly straight bob-cut and she only ever wore 5 shirts, the only one i can really remember was a light purple t-shirt with some white details and a cat on the front. she had a few freckles and her eyes were a pretty brown. she was very shy and wouldn’t really say much other than short sentences. Molly loved walking around the outskirts of the playground at recess but after the whistle blew and we had to go in she never seemed to line up with the rest of us. around the time my birthday was coming up and i was handing out invitations i really wanted to invite her to get to know her more because she seemed like a nice girl. i saw her when we were outside taking a short break from class when i began talking to her about it. i told her it would be a pool party at the rec-center in the next town over because it had a better pool. she told me she would try to make it but only if her dad would let her. she never gave me her dads number so i could give it to my mom yet she told me her dad would call my mom if she could make it. around this time some of my friends were approaching me and she noticed this, she seemed a bit frantic and told me to give her my hand. she pulled the plastic heart ring she was wearing and placed it in my hand saying “if i can’t make it to your party, this is my gift to you” before walking off. (after she gave me that ring i didn’t take it off for the rest of the year. some of my friends would ask me why i was wearing it because it was ugly. i would tell them that molly gave it to me but they would give me weird looks yet they never asked more than that about it.)the next day i didn’t see her but in my classroom mail box she left a little pink bear and a torn up cake squishy with a note reading something along the lines of “happy birthday this is the rest of my gift to you” she never made it to my party nor did my mom ever get a call. after that i didn’t see her again until a few weeks before school ended. our school was having us take tour of the middle schools we chose to go to. before i saw she was sitting alone in a section all the teachers said was empty. i asked her what school she was going to and she simply replied with “garden of the gods.” after that because i wanted to stay in touch with her i asked where she lived so i could visit her sometime. she described the old abandoned house on one of the outter streets of my neighborhood. that no had lived in in years. i told her that i would try and visit sometime that week with my mom to make sure it was the right house. molly nodded then walked off. at the end of that week me and my mom visited the old house, molly wasn’t there, neither was either brother or her dad, no one was in that house because like i said it was abandoned and never sold again after the last people to move in left right after hearing about what happened to the man in that house and how he died. after that interaction with her i never saw her again. not even at the end of the year assembly we were all required to go to for “bonding time” when the teachers were showing pictures of everyone who was in our current 5th grade classes molly was never brought up nor did she make in appearance in the year book as far as i remember. (i would check but i don’t have my yearbook anymore) after that, my mom and friends pestered me more and more about my ring until i eventually stopped wearing it. (i still have it but i repainted it after all the silver paint had came off it) i always told them it was a gift from molly but they had no idea who i was talking about so i stopped bringing her up until a little but ago with my mom. she told me she never remember the girl i was talking about she only remember that i was looking for someone. i told her that that was crazy because she was the one that gave me the ring and stuffy but nothing ever clicked. then we talked more about the house molly told me she lived in and my mom told me the last owners tried to sell it as quick ad possible because of the man who died there, but no one ever moved back it thats why the grass was never cut and it looked like it was starting to fall apart. eventually we started to consider the idea that molly was a ghost, it was just strange that i got a physical gift from her but it wasn’t impossible especially because of other incidents with spirits we had. i still have no idea what happened to molly or how she really was but i really do think she was simply a ghost and thats why no one remember her, i must have been the only one that could see her. i have met plenty of other ghosts but she is the first and only spirit to give me a physical gift. and don’t get me wrong i normally don’t mind meeting ghosts i just wish i knew she was one before i told the people that i did about her.
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2023.06.10 05:39 MHamptonhere Bullying Neighbors
Me and my family just recently moved into a new neighborhood. The first month was no problem from neighbors. A month later one afternoon I was sitting in front of my house in my car and all of sudden a woman comes out of nowhere and proceeds to bang on my driver side car window. I rolled my window down a little bit to speak and she then accuses me by saying she saw me hitting my neighbors bricks who lives directly next door to me and driving on their grass. I told her she was mistaken and that I never hit anyones bricks. She then proceeds to blow her cigarette smoke in my car. I then get out of the car and speak to her as I don't want her to continually blow her cigarette smoke in my car. I then asked her where she lives and she tells me she lives at the corner house while still blowing her cigarette smoke in my face. It seemed like she was doing all of this out of pettiness but as we were new to the neighborhood I decided not to start and argument and just politely ended the conversation. She then walks down to the corner house and turns the corner to another street. I thought nothing of it until a week later come to find out she doesn't live at the corner house and that she actually lives directly cross the street from me. I had hardly seen her or crossed paths so when she initially came up to my car I had no idea who this woman was.
Please stay with me because this is where the madness begins.
A week later I was leaving out for work. Now mind you I park my car on the street in front of my house sometimes and as you know you sometimes have to drive in a neighbors driveway when parking on the street to turn around. I did just that but instead of using the neighbors across the street driveway (cigarette lady) I decided to use the neighbor who lives directly next door to her to avoid any problems with cigarette lady since she lied and accused me of something I didn't do. As I was driving in this lady's driveway (who lives next door to cigarette lady) I ENSURED I didn't drive on her grass since again me and my family are new to the street and also since the cigarette lady has already made up a lie about me driving on someone else's grass I didn't want anymore problems. As I drove in her driveway was I went slow and made sure I didn't drive all the way in her driveway only up to the sidewalk.
This lady then runs out her back door and comes up to her gate and yells something at me. I rolled my windows down and asked her what did she say because I didn't hear her. She then says "Don't get on my motherfucking grass". I was in complete shock. Because I made sure I wasn't on her grass and that I drove slow. I then say to her "You don't have to speak to me like that I never met you. You're being very ignorant with me. I'd appreciate it if you not talk to me in that manner" she then says "I don't give a fuck don't drive on my fucking grass, bitch" After this we get into a brief argument and I drive a way.
When I come home she's already waiting on her porch and I was prepared to ignore her as I was still in shock someone could talk to someone like that who've never down anything to them. She then "Hey, I wanted to apologize for earlier." and I then say I do not accept your apology kindly as If Im being honest I was still upset by the names she called me. After I declined her apology she then says "Nevermind bitch". I knew then none of this was going to be good.
I concluded that night that what might have triggered her to lie and say I was on her grass was because the cigarette lady told her I drove my neighbors grass so when I drove in her driveway she already had preconceived notions about me off of what she has heard from cigarette lady.
Ever since then her and the cigarette lady has went to half the neighbors on our street lying to them telling them that I did this, that, and the third as if Im bullying them for no reason. Other neighbors has chosen "their side" because other neighbors would say stuff to me as Im walking my dog or when I wave at them they blatantly don't wave back. Whenever I would water my grass cigarette lady and driveway lady would get on one of their porches and gossip about me.
I just ignore them until a week ago.
Last week I decided to take my dog on a walk around the neighborhood as I normally do. Usually when I walk my dog I try to stay on my side of the street to avoid further confrontation but and sometimes I walk my dog on both sides cigarette lady and driveway lady side of the street as well as my own. And I decided to walk on both sides. As I began to walk my dog, driveway lady then looks out her front door and then rushes out her back door to walk her dog. I then said I will try to talk to her today and try to end the conflict. So I walked my dog to the corner of our street and waited for her to come around the block to speak to her. And I did I spoke to her and also mentioned to her I don't like the things she been doing and that it's ridiculous she has involved all the neighbors. She then said yes "I told everyone, I will keep telling everyone" from there I knew she was insane. So I politely asked her to stop the drama with my family and I and leave us alone and walk away and she agrees and we go our separate ways. Out of nowhere her mother and father pulls up in the middle of the street then jumps out the car and begin to yell at me. Mind you this lady is about 41 years old. I knew this was her parents because she called them mom and dad. I then say a few words back and just go home. I didn't even get to finish walking my dog. I go home lay down and 30 minutes later the police shows up at my door saying that the "driveway" lady parents called and told them I was walking my dog on the wrong side of the street and that I have been harassing her and the neighbors. I then ask him is it a crime to walk by dog on a public side walk although I always make sure my dog doesn't poop on anyones lawn. He says no and then actually agrees that her calling the police on me was ridiculous and that I have every right to walk my dog on either side of the street.
So after that the police gives me an incident report number and I go inside. The police then goes over to driveway lady's front yard and speak to her and her family. So decided to walk my dog again since I didn't get to finish walking him the first time and I thought this was the perfect time since the police was there. I began walking my dog and this time I was going to walk around the corner to a different street. As I passing by the corner house on my street to go around the corner to a different street a man and his wife are on their porch starring at me with anger in their eyes I just looked away and kept walking. Then the woman on the porch goes "Who the fuck are you starring at" I said "I don't know you" and she then jumps off the porch and goes "Im [insert name] who the fuck are you" I tried to keep walking before I know it she's slapping me upside my head. Before I can defender myself the police who was once talking to "driveway" lady then runs up puts me in handcuffs then gives me a ticket for disorderly conduct. They then let me go and gave me my ticket.
I was in tears and in shocked that this was really happening to me. I then told my family about it who lives near and my brother rush over and confronts the lady and her husband. Apparently she claims that I have been bullying "driveway" lady and that I'm a horrible person which is why she attacked me. The police refused to give her ticket for assault as they said "They didn't see anything"
I know this was very long but what do I do. We have a court date set as well. She I hire a good lawyer or do I even have a case. Pertaining to the neighborhood do I contact city council? Where do I go from here?
SORRY FOR THE TYPOS.
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2023.06.10 05:37 MeetInPotatoes Make your own Reddit, dude
Hear me out before you "but I don't have any investors or work with the backend server architecture stuff."
Yeah, neither did half of the tech startups, but they found investors and then played their strengths and hired their weaknesses. Half of them failed upwards. You caught the attention of big fucking names at Apple, enough to put you on stage, dude.
Reach out to their people, find investors, hire your weaknesses. You've got the app development down, obviously. People are talking about leaving Reddit in droves because Reddit itself means jack shit. It's the people and the experience people care about. If you've proven anything here it's that user experience is king.
One door closes and another opens. Time for you to view this as life telling you that...you don't need the teat of a pig boy anymore, you're more than talented enough to make your own big thing...for real.
Jobs and Wozniak famously started in a garage, you're way beyond that.
Good luck in whatever you decide to do next, but please do believe that the world is in your hands. You will grow and learn from this, and probably decide that you won't be in a situation again where someone can pull the plug on you. And I'm not saying that was a mistake, I'm saying you're a big enough deal now that you don't have to settle for not being the Captain of whatever ship you sail.
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2023.06.10 04:51 docXfamas [H] June Choice and other bundled games [W] Paypal, TF2 keys
- All keys are primarily from US/NA region
- My list maybe slightly outdated so I apologize in advance if some of the games mentioned are already traded/Sold.
- I accept XBOX keys as well.
- I accept PayPal only via goods and services so all transactions will include fees.
- My Wishlist, I am mostly uninterested in other games.
HAVE JUNE 2023 games
MAY MADNESS MULTIPLAYER
- Curse of the Dead Gods
- Ghostwire: Tokyo
- Remnant: From the Ashes - Complete Edition
- Eternal Threads
- Honey, I Joined a Cult
- Meeple Station
- Turbo Golf Racing
MAY 2023 games
- Generation Zero® x 2
- Midnight Ghost Hunt x 2
- Northgard x 2
- Borderlands 3: Super Deluxe Edition x 2
- Destiny 2: Beyond Light
- Gloria Victis x 2
- PULSAR: Lost Colony x 2
APRIL 2023 games
- Behind the Frame: The Finest Scenery x 2
- Bendy and the Dark Revival x 3
- Builder Simulator x 2
- Operation Tango x 2
- Spiritfarer®: Farewell Edition x 2
- The Invisible Hand x 2
- Warhammer 40,000: Chaos Gate - Daemonhunters x 4
- Windjammers 2 x 3
MARCH 2023 games
- Aliens: Fireteam Elite x 5
- DEATH STRANDING DIRECTOR'S CUT x 4
- Founders' Fortune x 1
- Life is Strange 2 Complete Season (incl. Mascot Bundle DLC) x 5
- Monster Prom 2: Monster Camp x 2
- Revita x 2
- Rollerdrome NA region x 4
- The Life and Suffering of Sir Brante x 2
Safe in Our World Charity Bundle 2023
- BIOMUTANT x 2
- Demon Turf x 2
- Edge Of Eternity x 3
- Golden Light x 3
- Hero's Hour (NA Region) x 4
- Jurassic World Evolution 2 x 2
- Monster Crown x 3
- Rogue Lords x 3
FEBRUARY 2023 games
- A Little Golf Journey x 2
- Arcade Paradise - Arcade Paradise EP x 2
- Chivalry: Medieval Warfare x 2
- Eternal Threads x 2
- Field of Glory II x 2
- Hue x 2
- Ice Age: Scrat's Nutty Adventure
- Indivisible x 2
- Murder by Numbers
- Perfect x 2
- Rescue Party: Live! x 2
- Rise of the Slime x 2
- Soul Axiom Rebooted x 2
- Spiritfarer®: Farewell Edition x 2
- Steel Rats x 2
- STONE x 2
- Strange Brigade x 2
- The Last Campfire x 2
- Turbo Golf Racing x 2
- Warhammer 40,000: Gladius - Relics of War x 2
- White Day: A Labyrinth Named School x 2
- Sifu Deluxe Edition Upgrade Bundle x 2
Survival Instinct Bundle
- Fallout + Fallout 76
- Five Dates x 2
- Fobia - St. Dinfna Hotel x 3
- Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous - Enhanced Edition x 2
- ScourgeBringer x 2
- Shady Part of Me x 2
JANUARY 2023 games DECEMBER 2022 Monthly Bundle Leftovers
- SCUM x 2
- Starsand x 2
- State of Decay 2 x 2
- SurrounDead x 2
- The Long Dark: Survival Edition x 2
Black Friday VR Voyager's Pack
- Wasteland 3
- Blade Assault
- Super Magbot
- Where the Water Tastes Like Wine
- A Fisherman's Tale
- Car Mechanic Simulator VR
- I Expect You To Die
- Sairento VR
- Shooty Fruity
- SUPERHOT VR
- The Curious Tale of the Stolen Pets
- The Wizards - Dark Times
- Until You Fall
NOVEMBER 2022 Monthly Bundle Leftovers
- Agatha Christie - Hercule Poirot: The First Cases
- The Smurfs - Mission Vileaf
- Anna's Quest
- Dead Age 2: The Zombie Survival RPG
- DISTRAINT 2 x 2
- Driftland: The Magic Revival
- Enclave (Gold)
- Everreach: Project Eden
- Fantasy Blacksmith
- Golf Club Wasteland
- Interplanetary: Enhanced Edition
- Jack Orlando: Director's Cut
- Journey of a Roach
- Last Inua
- LEAVES - The Journey
- LEGO Batman 3: Beyond Gotham
- LEGO Marvel Super Heroes
- LEGO® MARVEL's Avengers
- LEGO® The Hobbit™
- Main Assembly
- Majesty 2 Collection
- My Big Sister
- OUTBUDDIES DX
- Paw Paw Paw
- Plants vs. Zombies: Battle for Neighborville (ORIGIN KEY)
- PUBG: Battlegrounds – Golden G-Coin Box
- Red Wings: Aces of the Sky
- Seed Hunter x 2
- Ship Simulator Extremes
- Shooting Stars!
- Smart Factory Tycoon
- Space Cows
- Stars End
- Stubbs the Zombie in Rebel Without a Pulse
- The Deed II
- The LEGO Movie - Videogame
- The LEGO NINJAGO Movie Video Game
- The Textorcist: The Story of Ray Bibbia
- The Town of Light
- Truck Racer
- Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus
- Worms Clan Wars
- Zanzarah: The Hidden Portal
- The House of Da Vinci (ROW)
2K MEGAHITS BUNDLE
- Kingdoms of Amalur: Re-Reckoning FATE Edition
- Raji: An Ancient Epic
- Shadow Tactics: Blades of the Shogun - Aiko's Choice
- Roboquest x 2
- Morbid: The Seven Acolytes
- Eldest Souls
LIST OF ALL HB LEFTOVERS -
- Hidden & Dangerous 2: Courage Under Fire x 3
- Hidden & Dangerous: Action Pack x 3
- X-COM: Complete Pack x 3
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- Sid Meier's Railroads! x 3
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- Dark Future: Blood Red States
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AS OTHER KEYS (UNSURE IF UNUSED SO I WILL GO FIRST)
- Leisure Suit Larry - Wet Dreams Don't Dry
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- GRID Autosport - Premium Garage Pack DLC
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- Heavy Burger
- Horizon Chase Turbo x 2
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- JumpJet Rex
- King's Bounty: Warriors of the North
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2023.06.10 04:38 kkaavvbb What to do first? Clean / move / paint / etc?
I offered “as-is where-is” & pretty sure that’s what got me where I’m at. Appraisal & inspection went fine. Also, sorry this is stupidly dumb long…
TLDR: what would you do first?
Move your stuff in, stick everything in garage, storage room & hardwood floor rooms & then do carpet cleaning & painting (saves $300 on storage charges POD & local small unit). But eat the extra charges of paint, carpet cleaner, supplies. But we’re saving that $300 which can go towards carpet & paint.
Leave the stuff in storage while we carpet clean & paint. Pay the $400 storage fees. And pay for carpet cleaning & paint in addition to storage fees.
(I personally feel like one of them is the OBVIOUS choice but we’re arguing about it) ———————————————————
Why are we at ends here?
So, the condo had a dog in it. Not a big deal, most of first floor is hardwood, 3 rooms are carpeted (all 3 bedrooms - 2 downstairs, 1 upstairs).
The house smells like dog. Not like wet dog or anything, just dog. (We don’t currently have pets & it’s not like dog-pee smell or anything, just a dog lived there… and ate a lot of door jambs, lol).
Now, we’re between places (living at sister in laws for little over a month now). So all of our stuff is in a POD storage thing at the POD location, so I’m paying $350/mo for storage there, and I’m paying $50/mo for a small storage unit that’s local so we’re not crowding sister in law.
Husband & I can’t decide what to do first. Well, I can but he disagrees.
My choice :
The storage & POD will get charged on 6/20. We’re closing 6/15. So, if all goes according to plan, next weekend I can get the pod delivered 6/16 or 6/17 and stuff out of storage unit & save $300 total (it costs $100 total to drop off/pick up the pod - so $400 saving minus $100 = $300 in case you cared about math….). We have a garage & a large storage unit on ground floor. Our condo is on 3&4th floor. I’d rather not move stuff into the garage and storage room just cause I don’t want to move this shit again. I said, we can move our stuff in - we have good furniture but not nearly enough to fill the place like we did in our rental. We’re getting almost 1,000 more Sq ft. So there’s plenty of space to maneuver around furniture & get these things done with our stuff in.
His choice :
Husband wants to immediately Stanley steamer the carpets & paint. Which would delay the POD & storage unit, AND add the additional costs of carpet cleaner & paint (… and supplies). So that’s $400 + carpet cleaning + paint = $$$ - he doesn’t care. Oh, and somewhere in there he wants to rent a moving van for our stuff up here and move it down there…. (Even though we have 2 decent sized SUVs that we used to move in with his sister with our necessities)
I know he wants to just get in there. But again, carpet cleaning can take 1-2 days (pre-treat, shampoo, go over it again, drying). Painting can take…. God knows how long sometimes & the walls are already beige / tan so I don’t see why we need to paint a basic color except to just get rid of dog smell but we’ll be painting it again when we decide where’s what going and the sort. We have a 9 year old, who I know is super excited to pick out her paint colors & we’ll have 3 bedrooms, 2 staircases, 3 bathrooms & the normal rooms. Sooo a lot of painting. Husband had an accident few years back & between cleaning carpets & painting & moving furniture again, he’s going to be a total asshole in pain.
I was hoping to get 1-2 guys to help move the big stuff to avoid husband having a pain-episode especially since it’s 3&4 floors up.
I know he isn’t thinking logically about the time line or money or pain or the fact that we will only be 1.5hrs away from where we are now, so it’s not a huge rush to get our stuff out of his sisters basement. He wants to get in there ASAP but also delay getting in there to get rid of the dog smell.
My compromise was the following : - deliver the pod on 6/16 or 6/17. - spend 6/16 putting baking soda (or the weird carpet smelly stuff?) on the carpets, leave it & vacuum hours later. - rent a carpet cleaner & shampoo carpets 6/17, since no carpet is on way in/out, we can move stuff in to the hard floor rooms while carpet dries. - after carpets dry, we can move all the furniture to carpeted rooms & polish up the beautiful hardwood floors. - spray the walls with a vinegar spray & clean to get rid of the surface area dog smell - painting can happen later when we figure out where everything is going.
Now, the last kick is - we aren’t married, we’ve just been together for so long it’s basically married at this point. He’s now being a butt because he’s technically my dependent and I am the one actually buying the condo & it’s all in my name & all the money we have is from me working. So it’s “my” money even though I don’t see it that way but he does (& he loves spending money, which is fine - within reason - and he buys basically whatever he wants whenever as the bank is originally his but now joint. I do have 2 other accounts he is not on but since I handle finances & bills, I keep separate accounts to make my life easier. When he’s spending too much - he never looks at the account - I simply tell him to stop buying stuff. Now, he shops because I HATE to, & I also just hate spending money, lol) - we totally do not have a gender norm family. I work (going to be fully remote now) so I also need a work station set up before 6/20 plus the utilities set up. He cooks & does most childcare.
Is my compromise not fair? Any one have any other ideas? I don’t want to steamroll what he wants but he’s also very rash with his decisions & even though I have plenty of PTO (unlimited even), I’d like to be able to have a smooth transition from hybrid to fully remote.
Also, we’re not rich or anything, so I don’t want to spend tons of money after that down payment.
Help! Am I missing common sense somewhere?
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2023.06.10 04:31 DJ-Metro Alberni Valley and West Coast encourage people to limit travel
2023.06.10 04:28 Chance_the_Author My wall of wins
2023.06.10 04:25 ResidentBlueberry110 My nparents house is “ deteriorating” and they won’t fix it
My nparents know nothing. They don’t bother to educate themselves. They are the type to dig themselves a whole trying to “figure” sometning out than to admit they don’t know and need help.
Almost all the appliances in the house are broken. I have no clue why but the oven we have started to not work anymore. Instead of using the shit ton of money my parents have and hire a person to fix it my stupid dad decided to take matters into his own hands. Everything my mom and dad touch gets ruined. And that’s EXACTLY what happened. My dad has no clue how to fix an oven nor did he not know what was the issue is. So he decided to fucking disassemble the entire oven…now it looks like shit and mt dad got too “overwhelmed” in fixing it (cuz he never knew what to do in the first place) he just shoved all the dissembled parts in the oven and let it sit there. It’s going to be like that for the oncoming years. Its never going to be fixed. Now they have to buy a conpltlelty new oven. But they don’t “do” that stuff.
The most reasonable thing is to hire someone to fix it or buy a new oven. They won’t do neither and now we have no oven to use to cook anything. They are so fucking complicated. They’re a hassle to just live with. They’re extremely lazy. The house is falling apart before their eyes and I’m doing nothing about it. They just keep throwing out excuses from their ass. Excuses that can “excuse” them to not fix in the house. I don’t even know if this is some sort of PowerPlay.
A few years ago the ceiling was cracking under the bathroom, and there was water dripping down. My parents did absolutely nothing about it so I had to call up a family member to help. Atp I’m the only one that gives a shit about the house. They never upkeep the house. You can have a car for so long as long as you take care of it. My parents are the type by a car and not switch out the fluids and wonder why the cars lifespan is shorter😒
They are so out of touch and dull minded. It blows my mind how im smarter than them. I’m only 19 they’re in their mid 50s. The drainage system in the house has been a huge problem, and instead of getting a professional to fix it my parents do nothing about it. Basically my parents say “It’s a part of our life now.” No!!! It’s not! It shouldn’t!!! My dad keeps making up excuses. All he does it sit on he ass all day and no nothing. It’s a big issue! Instead of fixing it, they don’t do anything about it. It’s like a huge burden. It puts on the extra line responsibility that others wouldn’t have to deal with. My parents are the type of people to paint over rust and pretend it’s not there.
The back porch stair steps to my house is rusting, and a few stairs have fell so the stairs is no longer able to be used. It’s hazardous!!! I fear the whole back porch will fall apart because of its instability. So instead of taking down the staircase completely and installing a new one, my parents just closed off the staircase to not be used. I’m very jealous of this because my neighbors had the same issue and they actually took down their old staircase and installed a brand new one!!! something my parents could easily do but again THEYRE SO DAMN LAZY My dad has no motivation to fix it because HE doesn’t use the staircase. He will only fix something unless it HE uses it. It’s such an unfair petty lazy mindset. It just screams excuses!! My dad is such a dick.
So now I can’t hang out backyard anymore like I used to. I would have to open the garage door, which is another path I could take to go to the back porch. And guess what!!! The garage door is starting to malfunction!! The rosters are rusting. And guess what my parents do!?? They do nothing!!! I told my dad “this is an issue because we can’t even use the staircase to escape from the back of the house anymore and now that the garage is damaged! it might become in operable unless we do some thing!” And all he said is “well it’s old” are you fucking kidding me??? It’s crazy because my dad used to be the THE BEST repair handyman and now he just completely checked out to doing everything in life. It’s fucking annoying.
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2023.06.10 04:07 L0st-in-Transit Leather Couch & Loveseat $275
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Couch and Love Seat. Couch is about 6 1/2 feet long, love seat is about 5- 5 1/2 feet long. Good condition, smoke free & pet free home. You gotta be able to move the couches yourself, we live in an apartment with a drive up parking garage but do not have a way to transport the couches. Asking $150 for the loveseat and $200 for the couch or $275 for both. But if you are an actual person who can come pick them up before Saturday night (June 10), I’d be willing to negotiate. submitted by L0st-in-Transit to DFWClassifieds [link] [comments]
Located near Spring Valley & Montfort Drive, just north of the Galleria. First come first serve tomorrow morning. Payment is venmo or cash at time of pickup (I won’t be sharing my venmo ahead of time due to the annoying spammers).
2023.06.10 04:07 Gold_Vehicle Garage door won't open: Excessive Force code 4-1 with no physical obstruction
2023.06.10 03:54 chellochello0 More cohesive exterior colour scheme? Garage door needing replacing and seeing it as a chance to update this 90's exterior
2023.06.10 03:44 Medium_Sized_Soup Destiny 2 OC Story/Lore
Stella, Solar Titan Location: Northeastern tip of the EDZ, Earth G: You know, they always wake up a little more bitter than how they were when they fell. But you, it's never like that. It's never bitterness, not an ounce of shame or regret for falling to a stronger foe or being out manned or out gunned. When they kill you time and time again, pushing forward and being thrown back solar light burning at the tatters of their clothes. Only for a hail of bullets or arc to surge back to you, armor breaking and snaping. Slivers of iron and steel splintering and falling with you after every time you are revived. No, it's never bitterness in your eyes. Never tired and shying from the call. For you Stella, for you its always rage. Burning away any other emotion when needed, shinning bright and hot enough to scorch foes and friends alike, but you know these things already, so once more. Once more stand and fight for those unable. Rise Guardian and take up arms to face all our foes. Muffled voices, hushed tones and panic are never the things you'd wish to wake to. To feel your body screaming at you as you stir, eyes shutting tight and groaning as something presses to your back. Even with the armor upon her shoulder the new weight was unfamiliar, a strained breath leaking from her lips as she rolled to the side. A click ringing out as a dregg readied it's sidearm a low whirring as it spooled up and pointing it to her before the air around the wounded grew warm. A shining amber light flashed, and the stillness of the night was ripped away, the ground where the guardian had been laying was burned. Grass and dirt charred; rubble that was close enough had melted. Concrete cracked as the rebar inside it had been superheated from the solar light and expanded, fracturing the stone around it. As the bright glow faded, hands shielding eyes human and Eliksni alike slowly dropped at they looked to her. Solar light dripping from the pommel of a small hammer clasped in her hand, "You've overstayed your welcome dear friends, while the door had remained open in moments past. You've now expressed your true colors bug." Raising her hammer, channeling her light up through her body and into the hammer. Laughing as it grew brighter and brighter. The shape changing, what was once a small tool now a weapon of war. Grasping it in both of her hands, a faint smile spreading across her face as the amber colored light shone upwards. Eyes burning full of hatred, focusing on the few remaining dreggs and captain. Raising her war-hammer high as a shot rang out. A flash out of the corner of her eye. Snapping her attention to it as the captain stumbled and fell to its knees, the dreggs panicking as she brought her hammer down and sent out a wave of solar light. Stumbling and placing the massive hammer construct on the ground as it flashed out of existence and holding out her hand as a ghost appeared. Softly humming as it flashed a light over her as she caught her breath and reached out for the little light source, "Come here sparks, dim that light, its bright and I need a nap and something to drink" The sound of boots and voices growing closer as she sighed and moved to sit along the newly rescued refugees, laughing as the smoking end of a barrel poked its way into a window frame. "Took you two long enough, the whole point of back up is to well. Back up the other part of the team. You both suck, I hope you know that." The other two guardians shook their heads, laughing softly before a rock was tossed at them. Missing one of their helmets and looking to Stella. "Our job is to patrol and help folks like this out of here and get them on a transport to the city or at least to safer area like near Devrim or closer to the Farm. Out here, especially at night its a death sentence for normal people like them." As she talked she placed a hand along her leg. Leaning forward and kneeling as she pushed herself back up. Holding out a hand and placing it along the wall as her vision blurred. Her ghost dropping to the ground, light snuffed out and springing back to life as their connection faltered for a moment. Her eyes snapping to the other two as they stepped back and held out a hand for their own ghosts only for nothing to happen. Panic set in between the three of them as an emergency broadcast broke through the forced silence. "This is Commander Zavala. Civilians: report to evac zones. Guardians: report to the plaza. Our city will not fall." Stella looked to the other guardians and then back to the refugees. Bending down and helping one of them up she picked up her ghost, faint light blinking as it disappeared from her palm. "You heard him just as I did, we aren't at the last city so our duty changes slightly. Help these people and then we are going to the city for whatever just happened."
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2023.06.10 03:27 Expert-Kick6854 Refusal to provide requested info
Is there a reason why hoa and its management attorneys are not providing me with requested pest control spray schedules as well as schedule of landscaping maitenance? Lived in hoa complex in fountain valley ca that has common ground roach infestation affecting my unit as they crawl into my unit patio. Initially hoa deflected and said roaches coming inside my unit. I called terminix and orkin to assess and both stated not from inside but from outside commin area grounds. Other occupants shared they have seen roaches while walking dogs as well as have seen roaches in swimming pool area. HOA finally admit that it is from common area and said they spray 2x a month but I continuosly see these bastard roaches in my front and back patio. I have requested for the schedules and as of yet have noy bern provided. Is HOA hiding something? Why resistant to providing pest control schedules as I believe I legally do have right to know? Greatly appreciate your guidance on this. Thanks.
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2023.06.10 03:15 poopydooti Is this abuse???
I’m horrible with writing paragraphs so I’ll do my best y’all. Some encouragement and advice would be nice to read through. My wife of several years (27F) (28M) always resorts to talking to me like shit. This has been an issue I’ve had since we’ve met. Any time we get in a disagreement that turns into an argument, she curses me out, tells me she hates me, and so many “fuck you” “screw you” statements. She’s been physical about it as well, such as throwing things and slamming stuff to no end. Today she had a bad day with the kids, and starting her period. I got home and all I heard walking in the door was “shut up shut the fuck up” referring to our children. She is an amazing mother but I know women get on edge for that time of the month but god dang, is it that serious you have to talk to our children so harshly? Also, she did tell me she wanted some physical attention when I got home, and I tried to give it to her (non sexual). Went cut grass, came back in and heard her yelling at our son again and cursing. I asked her to please stop and she blew up on me saying that I’ve been being mean to her since I got home and I really have not been. I’ve been outside taking care of the yard. I asked her to please stop yelling and cursing at me and she got more pissed. “Fuck you” another “fuck you” then an “I hate you” and proceeds to throw an empty coke can across the house hoping to hit me with it. All while our son (4) was watching, screaming his lungs out probably traumatized to shit seeing that. I’m a bit broken about it. My heart hurts he had to witness that, so I’m sleeping with him in his bed tonight. Also, I feel so fed up with being talked to in such ways. I don’t ever tell her hurtful things such as those when we get in any heated discussions. I’ve asked her for years to stop and it just doesn’t. I honestly want to cry, but nothing comes out. I’m genuinely hurt 😞
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