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2024.06.01 12:45 Conagrex Coop Light
Hey there, I'm new to backyard chickens keeper and we have our new ones finally in the coop. Currently they are going into the coop no problem, sort of. I've seen things that they don't need light, obviously same as us. I'd hate to sleep with the lights on. But I wonder if it's too dark inside.
They'll mostly huddle all with their heads and butts outside the coop door. They have seems to all huddle at the front door during the night too. I open at or a little before dawn and they're all right there waiting. So we did a test last night as it was getting dusk. Left our phone inside with the light on. They went in and spread out instead of huddling at the front. Which tells me it's a bit too dark or maybe before they settle down.
I was thinking about putting a solar powered red led light strip inside and try to find a timer for maybe 30 minutes or 1 hours after dusk.
So am I just crazy or can a coop be too dark sometimes? Because way before sundown the sun in behind a thick tree line and even with 2 side windows open just seems pitch black. Or should I just try to add more windows? Lol. Or will they eventually get used to it. They been in the coop fulltime for about 2 weeks. We live in Florida so heating is not a issue.
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They'll mostly huddle all with their heads and butts outside the coop door. They have seems to all huddle at the front door during the night too. I open at or a little before dawn and they're all right there waiting. So we did a test last night as it was getting dusk. Left our phone inside with the light on. They went in and spread out instead of huddling at the front. Which tells me it's a bit too dark or maybe before they settle down.
I was thinking about putting a solar powered red led light strip inside and try to find a timer for maybe 30 minutes or 1 hours after dusk.
So am I just crazy or can a coop be too dark sometimes? Because way before sundown the sun in behind a thick tree line and even with 2 side windows open just seems pitch black. Or should I just try to add more windows? Lol. Or will they eventually get used to it. They been in the coop fulltime for about 2 weeks. We live in Florida so heating is not a issue.
2024.06.01 12:42 RaweMemes THE PHOTO CLUB
Jessie loved photography. When her high school formed a new photography club, she eagerly joined. One day, Mr. Thompson, the club advisor, announced a special project: documenting the town’s history. Jessie was assigned the old, abandoned mansion at the edge of town.
Excited, she grabbed her camera and headed out after school. The mansion, with its crumbling facade and air of mystery, had always fascinated her. As she approached, she felt watched. Shaking off the eerie feeling, she pushed open the creaky gate and stepped into the overgrown garden.
Inside, the mansion was a photographer's dream. Dust motes floated in beams of sunlight filtering through broken windows. Jessie snapped picture after picture, moving from room to room. In an upstairs bedroom, she found an old, dusty mirror. It was cracked but still reflected the room behind her. As she raised her camera, she froze. In the reflection, she saw a figure standing behind her. She spun around, but the room was empty.
Heart pounding, Jessie convinced herself it was her imagination. She continued taking pictures but felt uneasy. As she finished, she decided to take one last photo of the grand staircase. Focusing her camera, she saw it again—the figure, now at the top of the stairs, staring down at her. This time, it was a young girl in an old-fashioned dress, eyes hollow and dark. Jessie snapped the photo, and the flash seemed to make the girl vanish.
She bolted from the mansion, not stopping until she was safely home. That night, she developed the photos in her darkroom. The images were stunning, capturing the mansion's haunting beauty. But in every photo, the same girl stood in the background, watching her.
Terrified, Jessie brought the photos to Mr. Thompson the next day. He examined them, his brow furrowing. "These are incredible, Jessie. But the girl... she looks familiar."
He pulled out an old yearbook. "This is Emily Sinclair. She lived in that mansion and disappeared over fifty years ago. They never found her."
Jessie's blood ran cold. "So, what does that mean? Is she... a ghost?"
Mr. Thompson shook his head. "I don't know. But there's something you should see." He led her to a locked cabinet and pulled out old, yellowed photos. "These were taken by students in the photography club over the years. Look closely."
Jessie flipped through the photos, her heart sinking. In each one, Emily Sinclair was in the background, always watching. "Why didn't anyone say anything?"
"They did," Mr. Thompson replied grimly. "But no one believed them. Everyone thought it was a trick of the light."
As Jessie stared at the photos, she felt a chill run down her spine. She looked up at Mr. Thompson, but he was gone. The room was empty, except for her and the photos.
Suddenly, the door slammed shut, and the lights flickered out. Jessie felt a cold hand on her shoulder and turned to see Emily Sinclair, her hollow eyes filled with sadness and rage.
"You've seen me," Emily whispered. "Now you belong to the house, just like all the others."
Jessie screamed, but no sound came out. The darkness closed in around her, and she felt herself being pulled away, her camera slipping from her grasp. The last thing she saw was Emily's ghostly face, inches from her own, before everything went black.
When the lights came back on, the room was empty. The photos lay scattered on the floor, and Jessie's camera was gone. She was never seen again, just another victim of the mansion's dark history, forever captured in its haunting photographs.
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Excited, she grabbed her camera and headed out after school. The mansion, with its crumbling facade and air of mystery, had always fascinated her. As she approached, she felt watched. Shaking off the eerie feeling, she pushed open the creaky gate and stepped into the overgrown garden.
Inside, the mansion was a photographer's dream. Dust motes floated in beams of sunlight filtering through broken windows. Jessie snapped picture after picture, moving from room to room. In an upstairs bedroom, she found an old, dusty mirror. It was cracked but still reflected the room behind her. As she raised her camera, she froze. In the reflection, she saw a figure standing behind her. She spun around, but the room was empty.
Heart pounding, Jessie convinced herself it was her imagination. She continued taking pictures but felt uneasy. As she finished, she decided to take one last photo of the grand staircase. Focusing her camera, she saw it again—the figure, now at the top of the stairs, staring down at her. This time, it was a young girl in an old-fashioned dress, eyes hollow and dark. Jessie snapped the photo, and the flash seemed to make the girl vanish.
She bolted from the mansion, not stopping until she was safely home. That night, she developed the photos in her darkroom. The images were stunning, capturing the mansion's haunting beauty. But in every photo, the same girl stood in the background, watching her.
Terrified, Jessie brought the photos to Mr. Thompson the next day. He examined them, his brow furrowing. "These are incredible, Jessie. But the girl... she looks familiar."
He pulled out an old yearbook. "This is Emily Sinclair. She lived in that mansion and disappeared over fifty years ago. They never found her."
Jessie's blood ran cold. "So, what does that mean? Is she... a ghost?"
Mr. Thompson shook his head. "I don't know. But there's something you should see." He led her to a locked cabinet and pulled out old, yellowed photos. "These were taken by students in the photography club over the years. Look closely."
Jessie flipped through the photos, her heart sinking. In each one, Emily Sinclair was in the background, always watching. "Why didn't anyone say anything?"
"They did," Mr. Thompson replied grimly. "But no one believed them. Everyone thought it was a trick of the light."
As Jessie stared at the photos, she felt a chill run down her spine. She looked up at Mr. Thompson, but he was gone. The room was empty, except for her and the photos.
Suddenly, the door slammed shut, and the lights flickered out. Jessie felt a cold hand on her shoulder and turned to see Emily Sinclair, her hollow eyes filled with sadness and rage.
"You've seen me," Emily whispered. "Now you belong to the house, just like all the others."
Jessie screamed, but no sound came out. The darkness closed in around her, and she felt herself being pulled away, her camera slipping from her grasp. The last thing she saw was Emily's ghostly face, inches from her own, before everything went black.
When the lights came back on, the room was empty. The photos lay scattered on the floor, and Jessie's camera was gone. She was never seen again, just another victim of the mansion's dark history, forever captured in its haunting photographs.
2024.06.01 12:40 justsomedude4202 NBA Finals History https://thesource.com/2024/05/31/source-sports-jason-kidd-and-joe-mazulla-mark-third-matchup-of-black-head-coaches-in-nba-finals-history/
First time a bright skin ever coached against a light skin in NBA Finals History. Who are you rooting for???
https://thesource.com/2024/05/31/source-sports-jason-kidd-and-joe-mazulla-mark-third-matchup-of-black-head-coaches-in-nba-finals-history/
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2024.06.01 12:34 powerful-_-stress 2004 Bmw325xi
If anyone could give help me out at all I'd appreciate it. My ABS light was on yesterday car drove fine. Later on in the day when I went to go to the store the gear symbol with the "!" point appeared and the cluster was being weird as speedometer and odometer read 0 and my head sensor was all the way at red. I didn't drive nowhere left it as is because I couldn't find nothing online and I'm a female and still learning.
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2024.06.01 12:27 One-Independence-335 This pandemic will be the death for all of us!
I have never done this before but I needed to voice this one way or another. I needed away to vent my forever growing frustration in a 2024 manner. Cause calling it onto the local paper is doing shit right now. Kind of like my meme coin pics in Crypto.
I will start off by saying they have a very difficult job and our society is judging them harder than ever right now but I still and will always have love for our state, local, city PD or whomever wakes daily to pin that badge to their chest. It takes a extreme amount of courage to do that job day in and day out.
But when a non tax paying citizen(kidding I approaches a police officer in his SUV to say hey these two individuals over there are doing some type of science project with reynolds wrap foil squares and lighters. And frankly it smells like shit. I lived in my area my entire life and enough is enough with these drugs or they call them "golden trails" "blues" or "Fenty pills" Fenty powder or what ever its called. Yes I know I know Im hip and with the times bitches. The police officer looked at me and he said "thanks for the heads up we will get on it right away". I proceeded to pull away and i could hear his suv go back into park. What is that all about they are certainly not writing tickets cause just outside my neighborhood every friday and saturday is drag racing from midnight til around 3am.
So I flipped a bitch to see what had taken place and he was still in the same spot chillin amd there goes the scientists with there foil and their faces are being lite up by a small flame "Bic lighter" driving away. I wish that i would have invested into Reynolds wrap when this pandemic started. Near my house its always sold out. I cant even have a proper BBQ with friends our i the grill cause i git no damn foil. So i look like a pussy when we are all hanging out on the deck when i bring out the FORMAN. Its not a porper BBQ with a fucking Forman heating up. I make sure ti say ti the friends "its done with the red light goes off dummy".
I just want my neighborhood to go back to they it was 10 yrs ago. All even settle for 5. A mere 5 years is all I am asking for and keep that "blues" away from my fucking kids and grand kids!
So say what you want, i just wanted to vent some.
Thanks
How do you feel when you see a crime?
Would you even approach the SUV?
Whats keeping you from taking action?
Enough is enough, right?
?
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I will start off by saying they have a very difficult job and our society is judging them harder than ever right now but I still and will always have love for our state, local, city PD or whomever wakes daily to pin that badge to their chest. It takes a extreme amount of courage to do that job day in and day out.
But when a non tax paying citizen(kidding I approaches a police officer in his SUV to say hey these two individuals over there are doing some type of science project with reynolds wrap foil squares and lighters. And frankly it smells like shit. I lived in my area my entire life and enough is enough with these drugs or they call them "golden trails" "blues" or "Fenty pills" Fenty powder or what ever its called. Yes I know I know Im hip and with the times bitches. The police officer looked at me and he said "thanks for the heads up we will get on it right away". I proceeded to pull away and i could hear his suv go back into park. What is that all about they are certainly not writing tickets cause just outside my neighborhood every friday and saturday is drag racing from midnight til around 3am.
So I flipped a bitch to see what had taken place and he was still in the same spot chillin amd there goes the scientists with there foil and their faces are being lite up by a small flame "Bic lighter" driving away. I wish that i would have invested into Reynolds wrap when this pandemic started. Near my house its always sold out. I cant even have a proper BBQ with friends our i the grill cause i git no damn foil. So i look like a pussy when we are all hanging out on the deck when i bring out the FORMAN. Its not a porper BBQ with a fucking Forman heating up. I make sure ti say ti the friends "its done with the red light goes off dummy".
I just want my neighborhood to go back to they it was 10 yrs ago. All even settle for 5. A mere 5 years is all I am asking for and keep that "blues" away from my fucking kids and grand kids!
So say what you want, i just wanted to vent some.
Thanks
How do you feel when you see a crime?
Would you even approach the SUV?
Whats keeping you from taking action?
Enough is enough, right?
?
2024.06.01 12:25 Alliejam1 ACIM WORKBOOK LESSON 153
LESSON 153. In my defenselessness my safety lies.
You who feel threatened by this changing world, its twists of fortune and its bitter jests, its brief relationships and all the “gifts” it merely lends to take away again; attend this lesson well. The world provides no safety. It is rooted in attack, and all its “gifts” of seeming safety are illusory deceptions. It attacks, and then attacks again. No peace of mind is possible where danger threatens thus. The world gives rise but to defensiveness. For threat brings anger, anger makes attack seem reasonable, honestly provoked, and righteous in the name of self-defense. Yet is defensiveness a double threat. For it attests to weakness, and sets up a system of defense that cannot work. Now are the weak still further undermined, for there is treachery without and still a greater treachery within. The mind is now confused, and knows not where to turn to find escape from its imaginings.
It is as if a circle held it fast, wherein another circle bound it and another one in that, until escape no longer can be hoped for nor obtained. Attack, defense; defense, attack, become the circles of the hours and the days that bind the mind in heavy bands of steel with iron overlaid, returning but to start again. There seems to be no break nor ending in the ever-tightening grip of the imprisonment upon the mind.
Defenses are the costliest of all the prices which the ego would exact. In them lies madness in a form so grim that hope of sanity seems but to be an idle dream, beyond the possible. The sense of threat the world encourages is so much deeper, and so far beyond the frenzy and intensity of which you can conceive, that you have no idea of all the devastation it has wrought.
You are its slave. You know not what you do, in fear of it. You do not understand how much you have been made to sacrifice, who feel its iron grip upon your heart. You do not realize what you have done to sabotage the holy peace of God by your defensiveness. For you behold the Son of God as but a victim to attack by fantasies, by dreams, and by illusions he has made; yet helpless in their presence, needful only of defense by still more fantasies, and dreams by which illusions of his safety comfort him.
Defenselessness is strength. It testifies to recognition of the Christ in you. Perhaps you will recall the text maintains that choice is always made between Christ’s strength and your own weakness, seen apart from Him. Defenselessness can never be attacked, because it recognizes strength so great attack is folly, or a silly game a tired child might play, when he becomes too sleepy to remember what he wants.
Defensiveness is weakness. It proclaims you have denied the Christ and come to fear His Father’s anger. What can save you now from your delusion of an angry god, whose fearful image you believe you see at work in all the evils of the world? What but illusions could defend you now, when it is but illusions that you fight?
We will not play such childish games today. For our true purpose is to save the world, and we would not exchange for foolishness the endless joy our function offers us. We would not let our happiness slip by because a fragment of a senseless dream happened to cross our minds, and we mistook the figures in it for the Son of God; its tiny instant for eternity.
We look past dreams today, and recognize that we need no defense because we are created unassailable, without all thought or wish or dream in which attack has any meaning. Now we cannot fear, for we have left all fearful thoughts behind. And in defenselessness we stand secure, serenely certain of our safety now, sure of salvation; sure we will fulfill our chosen purpose, as our ministry extends its holy blessing through the world.
Be still a moment, and in silence think how holy is your purpose, how secure you rest, untouchable within its light. God’s ministers have chosen that the truth be with them. Who is holier than they? Who could be surer that his happiness is fully guaranteed? And who could be more mightily protected? What defense could possibly be needed by the ones who are among the chosen ones of God, by His election and their own as well?
It is the function of God’s ministers to help their brothers choose as they have done. God has elected all, but few have come to realize His Will is but their own. And while you fail to teach what you have learned, salvation waits and darkness holds the world in grim imprisonment. Nor will you learn that light has come to you, and your escape has been accomplished. For you will not see the light, until you offer it to all your brothers. As they take it from your hands, so will you recognize it as your own.
Salvation can be thought of as a game that happy children play. It was designed by One Who loves His children, and Who would replace their fearful toys with joyous games, which teach them that the game of fear is gone. His game instructs in happiness because there is no loser. Everyone who plays must win, and in his winning is the gain to everyone ensured. The game of fear is gladly laid aside, when children come to see the benefits salvation brings.
You who have played that you are lost to hope, abandoned by your Father, left alone in terror in a fearful world made mad by sin and guilt; be happy now. That game is over. Now a quiet time has come, in which we put away the toys of guilt, and lock our quaint and childish thoughts of sin forever from the pure and holy minds of Heaven’s children and the Son of God.
We pause but for a moment more, to play our final, happy game upon this earth. And then we go to take our rightful place where truth abides and games are meaningless. So is the story ended. Let this day bring the last chapter closer to the world, that everyone may learn the tale he reads of terrifying destiny, defeat of all his hopes, his pitiful defense against a vengeance he can not escape, is but his own deluded fantasy. God’s ministers have come to waken him from the dark dreams this story has evoked in his confused, bewildered memory of this distorted tale. God’s Son can smile at last, on learning that it is not true.
Today we practice in a form we will maintain for quite a while. We will begin each day by giving our attention to the daily thought as long as possible. Five minutes now becomes the least we give to preparation for a day in which salvation is the only goal we have. Ten would be better; fifteen better still. And as distraction ceases to arise to turn us from our purpose, we will find that half an hour is too short a time to spend with God. Nor will we willingly give less at night, in gratitude and joy.
Each hour adds to our increasing peace, as we remember to be faithful to the Will we share with God. At times, perhaps, a minute, even less, will be the most that we can offer as the hour strikes. Sometimes we will forget. At other times the business of the world will close on us, and we will be unable to withdraw a little while, and turn our thoughts to God.
Yet when we can, we will observe our trust as ministers of God, in hourly remembrance of our mission and His Love. And we will quietly sit by and wait on Him and listen to His Voice, and learn what He would have us do the hour that is yet to come; while thanking Him for all the gifts He gave us in the one gone by.
In time, with practice, you will never cease to think of Him, and hear His loving Voice guiding your footsteps into quiet ways, where you will walk in true defenselessness. For you will know that Heaven goes with you. Nor would you keep your mind away from Him a moment, even though your time is spent in offering salvation to the world. Think you He will not make this possible, for you who chose to carry out His plan for the salvation of the world and yours?
Today our theme is our defenselessness. We clothe ourselves in it, as we prepare to meet the day. We rise up strong in Christ, and let our weakness disappear, as we remember that His strength abides in us. We will remind ourselves that He remains beside us through the day, and never leaves our weakness unsupported by His strength. We call upon His strength each time we feel the threat of our defenses undermine our certainty of purpose. We will pause a moment, as He tells us, “I am here.”
Your practicing will now begin to take the earnestness of love, to help you keep your mind from wandering from its intent. Be not afraid nor timid. There can be no doubt that you will reach your final goal. The ministers of God can never fail, because the love and strength and peace that shine from them to all their brothers come from Him. These are His gifts to you. Defenselessness is all you need to give Him in return. You lay aside but what was never real, to look on Christ and see His sinlessness.
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You who feel threatened by this changing world, its twists of fortune and its bitter jests, its brief relationships and all the “gifts” it merely lends to take away again; attend this lesson well. The world provides no safety. It is rooted in attack, and all its “gifts” of seeming safety are illusory deceptions. It attacks, and then attacks again. No peace of mind is possible where danger threatens thus. The world gives rise but to defensiveness. For threat brings anger, anger makes attack seem reasonable, honestly provoked, and righteous in the name of self-defense. Yet is defensiveness a double threat. For it attests to weakness, and sets up a system of defense that cannot work. Now are the weak still further undermined, for there is treachery without and still a greater treachery within. The mind is now confused, and knows not where to turn to find escape from its imaginings.
It is as if a circle held it fast, wherein another circle bound it and another one in that, until escape no longer can be hoped for nor obtained. Attack, defense; defense, attack, become the circles of the hours and the days that bind the mind in heavy bands of steel with iron overlaid, returning but to start again. There seems to be no break nor ending in the ever-tightening grip of the imprisonment upon the mind.
Defenses are the costliest of all the prices which the ego would exact. In them lies madness in a form so grim that hope of sanity seems but to be an idle dream, beyond the possible. The sense of threat the world encourages is so much deeper, and so far beyond the frenzy and intensity of which you can conceive, that you have no idea of all the devastation it has wrought.
You are its slave. You know not what you do, in fear of it. You do not understand how much you have been made to sacrifice, who feel its iron grip upon your heart. You do not realize what you have done to sabotage the holy peace of God by your defensiveness. For you behold the Son of God as but a victim to attack by fantasies, by dreams, and by illusions he has made; yet helpless in their presence, needful only of defense by still more fantasies, and dreams by which illusions of his safety comfort him.
Defenselessness is strength. It testifies to recognition of the Christ in you. Perhaps you will recall the text maintains that choice is always made between Christ’s strength and your own weakness, seen apart from Him. Defenselessness can never be attacked, because it recognizes strength so great attack is folly, or a silly game a tired child might play, when he becomes too sleepy to remember what he wants.
Defensiveness is weakness. It proclaims you have denied the Christ and come to fear His Father’s anger. What can save you now from your delusion of an angry god, whose fearful image you believe you see at work in all the evils of the world? What but illusions could defend you now, when it is but illusions that you fight?
We will not play such childish games today. For our true purpose is to save the world, and we would not exchange for foolishness the endless joy our function offers us. We would not let our happiness slip by because a fragment of a senseless dream happened to cross our minds, and we mistook the figures in it for the Son of God; its tiny instant for eternity.
We look past dreams today, and recognize that we need no defense because we are created unassailable, without all thought or wish or dream in which attack has any meaning. Now we cannot fear, for we have left all fearful thoughts behind. And in defenselessness we stand secure, serenely certain of our safety now, sure of salvation; sure we will fulfill our chosen purpose, as our ministry extends its holy blessing through the world.
Be still a moment, and in silence think how holy is your purpose, how secure you rest, untouchable within its light. God’s ministers have chosen that the truth be with them. Who is holier than they? Who could be surer that his happiness is fully guaranteed? And who could be more mightily protected? What defense could possibly be needed by the ones who are among the chosen ones of God, by His election and their own as well?
It is the function of God’s ministers to help their brothers choose as they have done. God has elected all, but few have come to realize His Will is but their own. And while you fail to teach what you have learned, salvation waits and darkness holds the world in grim imprisonment. Nor will you learn that light has come to you, and your escape has been accomplished. For you will not see the light, until you offer it to all your brothers. As they take it from your hands, so will you recognize it as your own.
Salvation can be thought of as a game that happy children play. It was designed by One Who loves His children, and Who would replace their fearful toys with joyous games, which teach them that the game of fear is gone. His game instructs in happiness because there is no loser. Everyone who plays must win, and in his winning is the gain to everyone ensured. The game of fear is gladly laid aside, when children come to see the benefits salvation brings.
You who have played that you are lost to hope, abandoned by your Father, left alone in terror in a fearful world made mad by sin and guilt; be happy now. That game is over. Now a quiet time has come, in which we put away the toys of guilt, and lock our quaint and childish thoughts of sin forever from the pure and holy minds of Heaven’s children and the Son of God.
We pause but for a moment more, to play our final, happy game upon this earth. And then we go to take our rightful place where truth abides and games are meaningless. So is the story ended. Let this day bring the last chapter closer to the world, that everyone may learn the tale he reads of terrifying destiny, defeat of all his hopes, his pitiful defense against a vengeance he can not escape, is but his own deluded fantasy. God’s ministers have come to waken him from the dark dreams this story has evoked in his confused, bewildered memory of this distorted tale. God’s Son can smile at last, on learning that it is not true.
Today we practice in a form we will maintain for quite a while. We will begin each day by giving our attention to the daily thought as long as possible. Five minutes now becomes the least we give to preparation for a day in which salvation is the only goal we have. Ten would be better; fifteen better still. And as distraction ceases to arise to turn us from our purpose, we will find that half an hour is too short a time to spend with God. Nor will we willingly give less at night, in gratitude and joy.
Each hour adds to our increasing peace, as we remember to be faithful to the Will we share with God. At times, perhaps, a minute, even less, will be the most that we can offer as the hour strikes. Sometimes we will forget. At other times the business of the world will close on us, and we will be unable to withdraw a little while, and turn our thoughts to God.
Yet when we can, we will observe our trust as ministers of God, in hourly remembrance of our mission and His Love. And we will quietly sit by and wait on Him and listen to His Voice, and learn what He would have us do the hour that is yet to come; while thanking Him for all the gifts He gave us in the one gone by.
In time, with practice, you will never cease to think of Him, and hear His loving Voice guiding your footsteps into quiet ways, where you will walk in true defenselessness. For you will know that Heaven goes with you. Nor would you keep your mind away from Him a moment, even though your time is spent in offering salvation to the world. Think you He will not make this possible, for you who chose to carry out His plan for the salvation of the world and yours?
Today our theme is our defenselessness. We clothe ourselves in it, as we prepare to meet the day. We rise up strong in Christ, and let our weakness disappear, as we remember that His strength abides in us. We will remind ourselves that He remains beside us through the day, and never leaves our weakness unsupported by His strength. We call upon His strength each time we feel the threat of our defenses undermine our certainty of purpose. We will pause a moment, as He tells us, “I am here.”
Your practicing will now begin to take the earnestness of love, to help you keep your mind from wandering from its intent. Be not afraid nor timid. There can be no doubt that you will reach your final goal. The ministers of God can never fail, because the love and strength and peace that shine from them to all their brothers come from Him. These are His gifts to you. Defenselessness is all you need to give Him in return. You lay aside but what was never real, to look on Christ and see His sinlessness.
2024.06.01 12:25 One-Independence-335 This pisses me off! -Catchy Title-
I have never done this before but I needed to voice this one way or another. I needed away to vent my forever growing frustration in a 2024 manner. Cause calling it onto the local paper is doing shit right now. Kind of like my meme coin pics in Crypto.
I will start off by saying they have a very difficult job and our society is judging them harder than ever right now but I still and will always have love for our state, local, city PD or whomever wakes daily to pin that badge to their chest. It takes a extreme amount of courage to do that job day in and day out.
But when a non tax paying citizen(kidding I approaches a police officer in his SUV to say hey these two individuals over there are doing some type of science project with reynolds wrap foil squares and lighters. And frankly it smells like shit. I lived in my area my entire life and enough is enough with these drugs or they call them "golden trails" "blues" or "Fenty pills" Fenty powder or what ever its called. Yes I know I know Im hip and with the times bitches. The police officer looked at me and he said "thanks for the heads up we will get on it right away". I proceeded to pull away and i could hear his suv go back into park. What is that all about they are certainly not writing tickets cause just outside my neighborhood every friday and saturday is drag racing from midnight til around 3am.
So I flipped a bitch to see what had taken place and he was still in the same spot chillin amd there goes the scientists with there foil and their faces are being lite up by a small flame "Bic lighter" driving away. I wish that i would have invested into Reynolds wrap when this pandemic started. Near my house its always sold out. I cant even have a proper BBQ with friends our i the grill cause i git no damn foil. So i look like a pussy when we are all hanging out on the deck when i bring out the FORMAN. Its not a porper BBQ with a fucking Forman heating up. I make sure ti say ti the friends "its done with the red light goes off dummy".
I just want my neighborhood to go back to they it was 10 yrs ago. All even settle for 5. A mere 5 years is all I am asking for and keep that "blues" away from my fucking kids and grand kids!
So say what you want, i just wanted to vent some.
Thanks
How do you feel when you see a crime?
Would you even approach the SUV?
Whats keeping you from taking action?
Enough is enough, right?
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I will start off by saying they have a very difficult job and our society is judging them harder than ever right now but I still and will always have love for our state, local, city PD or whomever wakes daily to pin that badge to their chest. It takes a extreme amount of courage to do that job day in and day out.
But when a non tax paying citizen(kidding I approaches a police officer in his SUV to say hey these two individuals over there are doing some type of science project with reynolds wrap foil squares and lighters. And frankly it smells like shit. I lived in my area my entire life and enough is enough with these drugs or they call them "golden trails" "blues" or "Fenty pills" Fenty powder or what ever its called. Yes I know I know Im hip and with the times bitches. The police officer looked at me and he said "thanks for the heads up we will get on it right away". I proceeded to pull away and i could hear his suv go back into park. What is that all about they are certainly not writing tickets cause just outside my neighborhood every friday and saturday is drag racing from midnight til around 3am.
So I flipped a bitch to see what had taken place and he was still in the same spot chillin amd there goes the scientists with there foil and their faces are being lite up by a small flame "Bic lighter" driving away. I wish that i would have invested into Reynolds wrap when this pandemic started. Near my house its always sold out. I cant even have a proper BBQ with friends our i the grill cause i git no damn foil. So i look like a pussy when we are all hanging out on the deck when i bring out the FORMAN. Its not a porper BBQ with a fucking Forman heating up. I make sure ti say ti the friends "its done with the red light goes off dummy".
I just want my neighborhood to go back to they it was 10 yrs ago. All even settle for 5. A mere 5 years is all I am asking for and keep that "blues" away from my fucking kids and grand kids!
So say what you want, i just wanted to vent some.
Thanks
How do you feel when you see a crime?
Would you even approach the SUV?
Whats keeping you from taking action?
Enough is enough, right?
2024.06.01 12:25 PEACEFUL-GAYMER FYE: Moon dancing with me using silhouettes to copy me. Changing color bright blue, than gold, than maintaining a blue with a beaitiful Gold ring??? Told it to come over and it quickly moved over my house (North). We talked, danced, than I sent it back (SOUTH) in last video (Pending).
Took place initially at At 5:00am:
My friends has left me housesitting on 5/25/2024 - 5/28/2024 in their home in New Mexico, USA. Id spent the first night alone, just fine and on the morning of 5/28/2024 I had made an attempt at Astral Projecting because it had been so long since my last successful attempt and itd been SOOO long since id done it last.
It began as it does usually, silence turned into buzzing sound, and mental acknowledgement quickly evolved into paranoiah and than restarting which quickly brought on the body buzz, where I'd have the familiar experience of having to get out of my body but had more or less forgotten what it felt like to do so. I began to feel some success when the doorbell rang but nobody was there... (To which he'd later revealed to me that hed ding-dong-ditched to ask if I was having power outages, possibly unrelated although its never happened before, he lives on the house connected as it's a duplex). This was curious it's never happened before, either way I didn't care - I was just upset that he rang the doorbell and ran away. I gave up as I'd never had success after being interrupted as it causes immense thought blocks due to the mystery and possible warning.
That night I'd gone to bed but decided to try again as I sometimes fall asleep on accident as it's hard to put the body to sleep but not the mind, I expected to fall asleep on accident. I may never may know what happened in the experience out of body (if any) but I woke at 4am or shortly before with 3 seemingly manly built men in my friends room where I'd been sleeping. They'd given my half asleep self the impression of being my 3 friends who I'd been house-sitting for and they'd told me to head get ready and outside.
I'd been sleepwalking it seems because I'd awoken in the hallway just before the kitchen. All the lighs in the house had been on and I remembered the 3 guys in the house so I'd looked and couldn't find them. Nonetheless, I headed outside. Saw the spirit signs in the moon who'd looked more beautiful than normal. It had a silhouette of a dress on along with a halo. I'd instinctively noted its spiritual liveliness which prompted me to begin to talk to it. In doing so I had began to notice it had a face.
Id dropped my camera in the bushes and began to record. The moon responde with a shadowy body around it would gesture answers. I asked it to dance with me and general conversation. See the vi
ATTENTION EDITORS: If anyones got editing software and experience with this photo, and can reveal through the darkness & light around the moon, you can see the entities. The the best thing ever!!! You'll see so much, I promise. Please share with me if you do.
1st: Me being made to go outside by what I can only call "Intermensional Beings" (sleep walking at first so please ignore my voice, I was sleepy, confused, than nervous.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/11JVpssFR_Rdb0xfZzWQ9bYO8VCtEvXH-/view?usp=drivesdk
2nd: Me say telling it goodbye and asking it returning to its place in the sky and it does, quickly: LINK pending, (video having issues!)
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My friends has left me housesitting on 5/25/2024 - 5/28/2024 in their home in New Mexico, USA. Id spent the first night alone, just fine and on the morning of 5/28/2024 I had made an attempt at Astral Projecting because it had been so long since my last successful attempt and itd been SOOO long since id done it last.
It began as it does usually, silence turned into buzzing sound, and mental acknowledgement quickly evolved into paranoiah and than restarting which quickly brought on the body buzz, where I'd have the familiar experience of having to get out of my body but had more or less forgotten what it felt like to do so. I began to feel some success when the doorbell rang but nobody was there... (To which he'd later revealed to me that hed ding-dong-ditched to ask if I was having power outages, possibly unrelated although its never happened before, he lives on the house connected as it's a duplex). This was curious it's never happened before, either way I didn't care - I was just upset that he rang the doorbell and ran away. I gave up as I'd never had success after being interrupted as it causes immense thought blocks due to the mystery and possible warning.
That night I'd gone to bed but decided to try again as I sometimes fall asleep on accident as it's hard to put the body to sleep but not the mind, I expected to fall asleep on accident. I may never may know what happened in the experience out of body (if any) but I woke at 4am or shortly before with 3 seemingly manly built men in my friends room where I'd been sleeping. They'd given my half asleep self the impression of being my 3 friends who I'd been house-sitting for and they'd told me to head get ready and outside.
I'd been sleepwalking it seems because I'd awoken in the hallway just before the kitchen. All the lighs in the house had been on and I remembered the 3 guys in the house so I'd looked and couldn't find them. Nonetheless, I headed outside. Saw the spirit signs in the moon who'd looked more beautiful than normal. It had a silhouette of a dress on along with a halo. I'd instinctively noted its spiritual liveliness which prompted me to begin to talk to it. In doing so I had began to notice it had a face.
Id dropped my camera in the bushes and began to record. The moon responde with a shadowy body around it would gesture answers. I asked it to dance with me and general conversation. See the vi
ATTENTION EDITORS: If anyones got editing software and experience with this photo, and can reveal through the darkness & light around the moon, you can see the entities. The the best thing ever!!! You'll see so much, I promise. Please share with me if you do.
1st: Me being made to go outside by what I can only call "Intermensional Beings" (sleep walking at first so please ignore my voice, I was sleepy, confused, than nervous.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/11JVpssFR_Rdb0xfZzWQ9bYO8VCtEvXH-/view?usp=drivesdk
2nd: Me say telling it goodbye and asking it returning to its place in the sky and it does, quickly: LINK pending, (video having issues!)
2024.06.01 12:14 PlantImportant5324 [TOMT] 90's cartoon
This was on UK children's TV in the 90's. I have hunted everywhere for years and cannot find it. ChatGBT couldn't find it either.
Here is what I remember:
The main character is a yellow kid from space with a star shaped head.
The kid skateboards and hangs out with human kids.
They fight criminals each episode and the yellow kid said 'Star light, star bright!' and would become big and strong to fight the criminals.
If anyone can help find this show, they would forever have my gratitude!
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Here is what I remember:
The main character is a yellow kid from space with a star shaped head.
The kid skateboards and hangs out with human kids.
They fight criminals each episode and the yellow kid said 'Star light, star bright!' and would become big and strong to fight the criminals.
If anyone can help find this show, they would forever have my gratitude!
2024.06.01 12:11 Sufficient-Length832 Update on my Xeno post and need some advice.
 | I added some copper corrosion(petina) and washed the pipes with black wash + 2 drips of black ink(cause the wash is too light). I really think this is better now and in fear of not fu&#ing up the base I will stop here. Now I am waiting to paint the head piece of the alien and making the grid stand out with xeno blood. submitted by Sufficient-Length832 to minipainting [link] [comments] Here is another question. Is the blood glowing or is it just intensly bright green that pops out from the rest of the head? Like should I airbrush a glowing effect or just keep it in the recesses? I know how it was in the movie, buuut IDK.... |
2024.06.01 12:02 BadweeBitch 14yr old cat is pacing, caterwauling, and peed on my laundry
 | I know the first advice is always to go to a vet, please know we’re less than 2 weeks out from her last appointment - it’s also a holiday weekend so we won’t be able to get to the vet until Tuesday (we’re about an hour away from the nearest). We recently moved and she got a head cold and the they gave her antibiotics/steroid injection. Said if she got any worse over the next 2 weeks they could give her a second dose. The head cold is cleared up. Also this was less than a month after a clear check from her regular vet before the move! submitted by BadweeBitch to cats [link] [comments] About a week after the injection, Bigfoot came into our room around 1am and vomited up everything. It was about 4-5hrs after her dinner and happened again the next night. There were no lingering effects nor any other symptoms. I changed the feedings to equal portions so less in the evening and this hasn’t occurred again the last few nights since the adjustment. The cats are fed 3x a day, weighed portions(I was feeding a bit more at night to try and get sleep until 7am, it only sort of worked anyway so now all 3 feeds are the same size). She has been adjusting to the new apartment so pacing and yowling isn’t that out of place, but yesterday it ramped up to near constant - when I went to bed she was crying a little bit I hoped she would settle with me or go back to the couch with my husband. Instead, about ten minutes after I turned the lights out she peed on my laundry! It’s on the floor because the basket had been soiled last week while she was sick, but very little moisture I could just smell it. I also have 2 cats so wasn’t 100% sure she did it the first time (like 90% tho, she’s done this in the past and our kitten is pretty fastidious haha). There have also been a couple of very small spots of mild urine(hardly even a smell, just stained) on her favourite chair since the injection, I thought maybe because of the steroid and her advanced age that she just had an accident because she’s sleeping in that chair in the sun for the better part of most days and never wants to leave while the sun is shining… But the peeing paired with the new assholery is worrying me. My husband just thinks she’s acting up. The cat who cries wolf, because every time she acts up and we go to the vet they find very little wrong with her (she has had maybe 2 uti’s in her life, and they think she might have mild arthritis in her back legs/hips but she’s still a VERY active/playful/social cat so they aren’t concerned with that much). She hates our 10mos old kitten, and he does harass her a bit but she’s mean even if he’s just trying to check in with her or nuzzle her - he really wants her to love him but he’s also a playful giant menace sometimes. The litterboxes are clean and easily accessible, they have a cat fountain and drink regularly, and the food & feeding routine although newish(it’s actually mostly wet food now which she wouldn’t even eat until about 2yrs ago) has been actually really good for the last month. Her coat is shinier and she stopped overgrooming so there is no longer a bald spot above her tail! All this to say I’m kind of at my wits end and don’t know what else to do. I’m including a pic of them cuddling that SHE actually initiated a couple of days ago - but she’s still absolutely horrible to him most of the time. |
2024.06.01 11:57 Colossus823 How functional are RuneScape weapons? - June Deep Dive: Double-Bladed Axes
 | IntroRuneScape was for me the catalyst to get into medieval weapons. After my return, I want to share my knowledge to the larger RuneScape community. So I've started this melee weapons review serie. One central question: how functional are RuneScape weapons? How would they perform if you made a replica, with real-life materials?As it's the beginning of the month, I will do something more special. Instead of a regular weapon review, I will do a deep dive into one aspect of several weapons. This allows me to go in-depth what would otherwise be too long on a review, and that I will link to it to avoid repetition. I will explain by using examples of RuneScape weapons, what they got right or wrong and how they could be improved. Deep DiveFor this month's deep dive, I will look into a staple of a lot of fantasy games and movies: the double-bladed axes. Also called double-bitted axes, the name explains it: it is an axe with two axe blades on the front and the backside of the weapon. Double-bladed axes have a high cool factor, but is there some functional validity?To start off: double-bladed axes were actually historical. With one strong caveat though: most of the double-bladed axes were decorative, ceremonial or featured in art depictions. Actual real double-bladed battleaxes were rare, at least in medieval Europe. Outside Europe, there are some examples from Africa, the Middle East or East Asia. Or there are some neolithic and classical (Minoan) examples. So yeah, they are not purely a product of the imagination of some game designers, but weren't as common as depicted in fantasy games or movies either. Regarding its functionality, the opinions are divided. Some see some validity, others believe it to be plain stupid. The most common objections are threefold: 1) Weight Double-bladed axes are pretty much double the weight of a regular axe. You might think: more weight means more powerful strikes! True, but more weight requires more strength and energy, and makes you slower. You don't swing an axe once, but multiple times in quick succession. If it takes longer to recover, to change direction, and tires you more quickly, you will eventually lose. Double-bladed axes will make you overall less effective compared to regular axes. It's all about balance. 2) Versatility There is a reason why regular axes feature a back spike or hammer head. They offer more versatility, offer various ways of damaging the armour (or the person underneath). A double-bladed axe has limited extra versatility. You already got an axe blade, which combines both a cut and percussive damage. A second axe blade doesn't add any extra functionality. 3) Hard to carry A one-handed axe can be easily hooked at your belt. Try this with a double-bladed axe: it's not possible. You would either need to carry around in your hand, strap it somehow on your back, or strap it on the side of your horse. Not impossible, but impractical. There are four counterarguments to these: 1) Blade geometry If the weight is an issue, the obvious solution is to reduce it. The blade can be smaller and thinner, so you have relatively the same weight but still two axe blades. An example is this (albeit ceremonial) North Indian axe. With 1.159 kg, it's relatively light for it to have two axe blades. 2) Back strikes Due to having a top-heavy nature, axes are energy intensive to decelerate. It is better to maintain momentum and follow your strike through, and looping around for the next strike. You then get a figure eight pattern. The recovery phase of such loop means you have to twist your arm to have the axe blade pointed towards your opponent. This twist makes the follow-up strike slightly less stronger. Double-bladed axes removes that necessary twist, as you can do back strikes, making it slightly faster and stronger. 3) Asymmetry The double-bladed axe doesn't have to be perfectly symmetrical. Having two different axe blades does add some versatility, as every axe blade will cut differently. A big axe blade will spread the impact force over a larger surface area so it's less percussive, but having a longer cutting edge will allow it to cut more smoothly. A small axe blade is the reverse: more concentration means larger impact force at the cost of cutting capability. 4) Back-up blade This is the least strong argument, in my opinion, but I should mention. The double-bladed axe allows you to have a secondary blade, if for some reason your first blade becomes too damaged to be able to be used. It's a rather rare occasion to happen mid-battle, and isn't enough on its own to validate a second axe blade. RuneScape examplesWithout further ado, let's apply what we have learned to RuneScape's double-bladed axes.Let's start with an iconic one: the dragon battleaxe. The two axe blades are perfectly symmetrical. This gives less versatility and also means you have to make both blades thinner to compensate the weight issue. I would argue this is not the best example of a double-bladed axe. Dragon battleaxe Now take this necronium battleaxe and greataxe. There is a slight asymmetry here. The axe blades are still pretty similar though, and over the top bulky, so still not functional. Necronium battleaxe Necronium greataxe The white halberd has a some asymmetry here, but they are still too bulky. Kudos for the top spike, though. White halberd Now we're getting somewhere. The black battleaxe has a comparatively shorter, smaller secondary axe. Yeah, I think this is a more solid double-bladed axe. Black battleaxe The iron battleaxe has two bearded axe blades, but the secondary axe blade is more hookier, so it allows to hook more easily. It would be better if the blade was closer to the handle, there is a way too large gap. But overall, this is pretty functional. Iron battleaxe The black halberd is an upgrade to the black battleaxe. The secondary axe blade is even smaller, adding minimal extra weight. It doesn't need to be sharp: a sturdy blunt edge could maximise its percussive effectiveness. You basically would get a wedge that could put a dent in armour, while having a lighter, thinner and larger axe blade to cut through lighter armoured opponents. The size is off though: the two-handed black halberd's axe blades are smaller than those of the one-handed black battleaxe, while it's normally the other way around. Black halberd The steel battleaxe and steel halberd have similar secondary axes. It's close to the handle, small and fully asymmetrical, adding not much extra weight. The middle part is too heavy, but overall these are good functional examples. Steel battleaxe Steel halberd The white battleaxe is by far the most asymmetrical. The secondary blade pretty much a stump. Making it thicker would give it an entirely different function, adding extra versatility. No weight issue here. White battleaxe I absolutely love the secondary axe blade of the dragon halberd. In case you didn't knew: the shape resembles that of an Igorot headhunter axe (or Kalinga axe) of the Philippines. It's a vicious devastating axe, featured in Forged in Fire and various video games. That makes the weird hooks and pointy things so much of a carnal sin... Ignoring that (and believe me, it is very hard to do), this is a perfect example of how a secondary axe blade can add versatility. The Igorot headhunter axe blade is mainly penetrative, it's forward point going deep, while simultaneously still having a cutting edge that finish off the job with a bloody slash. IT WILL KEEL! Dragon halberd Lastly, the iron halberd. No secondary axe blade here, but the more common back spike. Iron halberd OutroDid you like this deep dive? Let me know in the comments. If you have any suggestions for other deep dives, feel free.Also check out the weapon reviews of May: Zamorakian Spear Saradomin Sword Khopesh of the Kharidian Korasi's sword Fremennik blade Dharok's greataxe Guthan's warspear Steel hasta |
2024.06.01 11:56 noidea457 Strange, recurring dream
I had a dream today that i swear i keep having before.Its like a recurring childhood nightmare. In it, I keep getting chased by different kind of monsters, each with their own rules to follow.
I vividly remember one of them, a huge,circular head with blacked out eyes;an unaturally creepy smile and black tentecals instead of a body. Its only rule is that it cant see i.e. I could stand right in front of it and it wouldnt notice me if I didnt make a sound. In the dream I was standing in the shadows in a room of a never ending house, covering my mouth as to not make a sound. It was running around while laughing manically. Im pretty sure my mother was in the dream, though she was already caught by a different entity, one I cant remember.Escaping from the room, I found a door that was radiating with light. "Outside"I had said to myself, walking fast towards it(i was not running, there is a difference). I went through to find an old and battered car parked against a brick wall. I could see the sun shining overhead. I thought I had escaped. Opening the trunk of the car, I found a shotgun in it. Celebrating my victory with a smile, I chuckled to myself while holding the gun as though it was a trophy, before the entire thing collapsed and I returned back into the massive room(did I mention it was a windowless, endless room with rotting wooden floorboards and the ceiling and infinite distance away); an eerie shadow casted over my body. My expression turned into one that I can only describe as absolute terror and dread, my eyes lifeless as I turned around, knowing I was about to meet my demise(yes I saw this all in third-person),the entity staring right at me.
The screen faded to black and the credits rolled. I was awake. It was 3 a.m. I fell back to sleep.
The strangest part about this is that I remember having a dream almost exactly in this setting, the same room, the same plotline but with a different monster. Im pretty sure I was last here with my father. I died in almost the same way too, with the car being there in all of my dreams. But I have a feeling that is dream was a movie, like an actual irl movie or some kind of game. I remember seeing something like this as a child and now im contemplating whether anything I remember from my childhood is real or not. Just rate how fucked I am on a scale from 1-56.
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I vividly remember one of them, a huge,circular head with blacked out eyes;an unaturally creepy smile and black tentecals instead of a body. Its only rule is that it cant see i.e. I could stand right in front of it and it wouldnt notice me if I didnt make a sound. In the dream I was standing in the shadows in a room of a never ending house, covering my mouth as to not make a sound. It was running around while laughing manically. Im pretty sure my mother was in the dream, though she was already caught by a different entity, one I cant remember.Escaping from the room, I found a door that was radiating with light. "Outside"I had said to myself, walking fast towards it(i was not running, there is a difference). I went through to find an old and battered car parked against a brick wall. I could see the sun shining overhead. I thought I had escaped. Opening the trunk of the car, I found a shotgun in it. Celebrating my victory with a smile, I chuckled to myself while holding the gun as though it was a trophy, before the entire thing collapsed and I returned back into the massive room(did I mention it was a windowless, endless room with rotting wooden floorboards and the ceiling and infinite distance away); an eerie shadow casted over my body. My expression turned into one that I can only describe as absolute terror and dread, my eyes lifeless as I turned around, knowing I was about to meet my demise(yes I saw this all in third-person),the entity staring right at me.
The screen faded to black and the credits rolled. I was awake. It was 3 a.m. I fell back to sleep.
The strangest part about this is that I remember having a dream almost exactly in this setting, the same room, the same plotline but with a different monster. Im pretty sure I was last here with my father. I died in almost the same way too, with the car being there in all of my dreams. But I have a feeling that is dream was a movie, like an actual irl movie or some kind of game. I remember seeing something like this as a child and now im contemplating whether anything I remember from my childhood is real or not. Just rate how fucked I am on a scale from 1-56.
2024.06.01 11:52 bestbettingid Indian Cricket Teams Start practicing for world Cup 2024
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2024.06.01 11:48 flu111 Is this connection doomed? I tried to resist the pull for so long
 | I always felt a pull towards this person since two years. Nothing happened ever, because we live in different counties. But he was often on my mind. submitted by flu111 to AskAstrologers [link] [comments] Now he reached out again. The messages are always just sweet, playful, light and he’s there when I need him. Very protective. Does he feel the pull also? And does he feel the 12th and 8th house Synastry as well or is it just me since I'm the house person. Somehow we ended up having contact again, messaging every day and we will travel a lot to the same places this summer. But the double Venus square Uranus and Venus square Neptune can't be good at all lol. I'm trying to learn from allll my personal Saturian lessons since years and I worked a lot with my Venus Square Neptune aspect. I'm so self-aware but I can't get this man out of my head and it's driving me nuts. He's not even my type normally, because he's not even a year older than me!! I tried to ignore him but it's soooo difficult.🤣 I don't wanna take a step back in my healing process - but is there a lesson to learn with him? I can't explain the pull otherwise!! Thanks in advance.🥲 I attached our synastry chart and composite chart. I’m Partner A and he’s B. |
2024.06.01 11:38 peachiekitkit missed 5? doses
yeah, i mean, i guess i thought i was built different, i thought brain zaps would be the worst of it. i put off refilling my 150mg dose for almost a week (financial reasons) and after day 2 cold turkey i was a wreck. i was in a constant state of dizziness, my brain feeling like it was being electrocuted, tunnel vision, chills, nausea, and shaking. OH and the migraine that lasted for five days nonstop!
i literally felt like i was dying, i will never not prioritize having these meds, i’m so humbled rn. i thought i knew what brain zaps were, i never could have been ready for my skull to turn into a plasma ball. i felt like the entire inside of my body was made of spaghetti, i cannot express how tired and sore i was after sleeping for almost 18hrs? time didnt exist. i feel like i had an ego death.
i read a few of the withdrawal threads here today and felt so validated, i feel a bit more stable now after three days back on, but am still recovering from satan himself cracking open my head and taking a liquid shit into my skull.
edit: FORGOT TO MENTION, two of these days i had to drive to work and work my entire retail shift both days feeling absolutely blasted out of my mind, barley functioning. i should not have driven, luckily my work is close by.
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i literally felt like i was dying, i will never not prioritize having these meds, i’m so humbled rn. i thought i knew what brain zaps were, i never could have been ready for my skull to turn into a plasma ball. i felt like the entire inside of my body was made of spaghetti, i cannot express how tired and sore i was after sleeping for almost 18hrs? time didnt exist. i feel like i had an ego death.
i read a few of the withdrawal threads here today and felt so validated, i feel a bit more stable now after three days back on, but am still recovering from satan himself cracking open my head and taking a liquid shit into my skull.
edit: FORGOT TO MENTION, two of these days i had to drive to work and work my entire retail shift both days feeling absolutely blasted out of my mind, barley functioning. i should not have driven, luckily my work is close by.
2024.06.01 11:26 Sweet-Count2557 Cafe Catula Restaurant & Fine Art Gallery Restaurant in Miami,FL,United States
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2024.06.01 11:18 Fit-Bit2907 [US][CA][SELLING] Lots of Complete Sets and Random OOP Volumes!! ACCEPTING OFFERS
ADDED SOME NEW TITLES & LOWERED SOME PRICES
Hello, I have a bunch of things that I need to get rid of ASAP. ALL PRICES ARE NEGOTIABLE!!
DM me for better detailed pictures. If in picture but not listed, it's sold.
https://imgur.com/a/etgfNop (Reach out for more detailed pictures)
-Complete Sets- (NOT SPLITTING)
Day of the Flying Head 1st Edition 1-4 / G4 / $475 CAD / $335.46 USD
Satsuma Gishiden 1-3 / G4 / $150 CAD / $105.93 USD
Scary Book 1-3 / G4 / $225 CAD / $158.90 USD
Ogre Slayer 1-2 / G3-4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Striker 1-3 / G4 / $75 CAD / $52.97 USD
Tohyo Game 1-3 / G2-3 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Saikano 1-7 / G3-4 / $180 CAD / $127.12 USD
Dark Edge 1-10 / G3-4 / $150 CAD / $105.93 USD
Madara 1-5 / G2-3 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Natsume's Book of Friends 1-29 / G4 (Volume 3 is damaged) / $1000 CAD / $706.22 USD
-One Shots-
Samurai Legend / G3 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Reptilia / G4 / $50 CAD / $35.31 USD
Blade Of The Immortal: Legend Of The Sword Demon (Light Novel) / SEALED / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
VIZ Signature Sneak Peek 2006 / G4 / $10 CAD / $7.06 USD
Wild Com. / G4 / $50 CAD / $35.31 USD
Bomber Girl / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Orochi: Blood / G4 / $50 CAD / $35.31 USD
Cigarette Girl / G4 / $10 CAD / $7.06 USD
The Walking Man / G4 / $75 CAD / $52.97 USD
World War 3 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
World War 3 Battle Over Hokkaido / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Wes Anderson's Isle of Dogs / G4 (tear on top of dust jacket) / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
The Twelve Sisters of the Never Ending Castle LTD Edition (1000) / G4 / $200 CAD / $141.24 USD
-Partial Sets- (NOT SPLITTING)
Basara 3-12 / G3-4 / $150 CAD / $105.93 USD
-Random Volumes-
Robot Super Color Comic 4 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Robot Super Color Comic 5 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Comics Journal #250 (Yoshiharu Tsuge's Screw Style) / G4 / $125 CAD / $88.28 USD
(HENTAI) Secret Plot 2 (NeWMeN) 2 / G3 / $200 CAD / $141.24 USD
World War 3 Raid On Tokyo 1 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Black Jack Hardcover 1 / G4 / $100 CAD / $70.62 USD
Raqiya 2 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
FLCL Light Novel 1 / G4 / $100 CAD / $70.62 USD
The Kurosagi Corpse Delivery Service 4 / G3 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
The Kurosagi Corpse Delivery Service 10 / SEALED / $30 CAD / $21.26 USD
Drifters 1 / G3 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Old Boy 2 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Old Boy 5 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Old Boy 6 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Samurai Executioner Omnibus 2 / G3 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Battle Royale 10 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
The Flowers of Evil 9 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Wounded Man 4 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Wounded Man 8 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Wounded Man 9 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Magical Girl Spec-Ops Asuka 6 / G4 / $60 CAD / $42.37 USD
Golgo 13 8 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Path of the Assassin 7 / SEALED / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Path of the Assassin 9 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Path of the Assassin 13 / SEALED / $50 CAD / $35.43 USD
Kaiji: Gambling Apocalypse 1 / G4 / $10 CAD / $7.06 USD
(HENTAI) Adventure Kid 2 / G4 / $100 CAD / $70.62 USD
(HENTAI) Adventure Kid 3 / G4 / $100 CAD / $70.62 USD
Eagle The Making of an Asian American President (Omnibus) 3 / G4 / $30 CAD / $21.19 USD
Eagle The Making of an Asian American President (Omnibus) 4 / G4 / $30 CAD / $21.19 USD
Tenjo Tenge (Full Contact Edition) 1 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Shaman Warrior 2 / G3 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Shaman Warrior 3 / G3 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Shaman Warrior 5 / G3 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
-Free Volumes- (Must Purchase Something Else)
Shadow Star 1-2 / G2 (V1 has stains on the top of the first few pages, and V2 has stains on the edge of the pages)
Legend of Mother Sarah City of Angels 1 / G4
Black and White (Tekkonkinkreet) 4 / G4
Gen of Hiroshima (Barefoot Gen) 1 / G3
Thanks.
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Hello, I have a bunch of things that I need to get rid of ASAP. ALL PRICES ARE NEGOTIABLE!!
DM me for better detailed pictures. If in picture but not listed, it's sold.
https://imgur.com/a/etgfNop (Reach out for more detailed pictures)
-Complete Sets- (NOT SPLITTING)
Day of the Flying Head 1st Edition 1-4 / G4 / $475 CAD / $335.46 USD
Satsuma Gishiden 1-3 / G4 / $150 CAD / $105.93 USD
Scary Book 1-3 / G4 / $225 CAD / $158.90 USD
Ogre Slayer 1-2 / G3-4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Striker 1-3 / G4 / $75 CAD / $52.97 USD
Tohyo Game 1-3 / G2-3 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Dark Edge 1-10 / G3-4 / $150 CAD / $105.93 USD
Madara 1-5 / G2-3 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Natsume's Book of Friends 1-29 / G4 (Volume 3 is damaged) / $1000 CAD / $706.22 USD
-One Shots-
Samurai Legend / G3 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Reptilia / G4 / $50 CAD / $35.31 USD
VIZ Signature Sneak Peek 2006 / G4 / $10 CAD / $7.06 USD
Wild Com. / G4 / $50 CAD / $35.31 USD
Bomber Girl / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Orochi: Blood / G4 / $50 CAD / $35.31 USD
Cigarette Girl / G4 / $10 CAD / $7.06 USD
The Walking Man / G4 / $75 CAD / $52.97 USD
World War 3 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
World War 3 Battle Over Hokkaido / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Wes Anderson's Isle of Dogs / G4 (tear on top of dust jacket) / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
The Twelve Sisters of the Never Ending Castle LTD Edition (1000) / G4 / $200 CAD / $141.24 USD
-Partial Sets- (NOT SPLITTING)
Basara 3-12 / G3-4 / $150 CAD / $105.93 USD
-Random Volumes-
Robot Super Color Comic 4 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Robot Super Color Comic 5 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Comics Journal #250 (Yoshiharu Tsuge's Screw Style) / G4 / $125 CAD / $88.28 USD
(HENTAI) Secret Plot 2 (NeWMeN) 2 / G3 / $200 CAD / $141.24 USD
World War 3 Raid On Tokyo 1 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Raqiya 2 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
FLCL Light Novel 1 / G4 / $100 CAD / $70.62 USD
The Kurosagi Corpse Delivery Service 4 / G3 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
The Kurosagi Corpse Delivery Service 10 / SEALED / $30 CAD / $21.26 USD
Drifters 1 / G3 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Old Boy 2 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Old Boy 5 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Old Boy 6 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Samurai Executioner Omnibus 2 / G3 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Battle Royale 10 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
The Flowers of Evil 9 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Wounded Man 4 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Wounded Man 8 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Wounded Man 9 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Magical Girl Spec-Ops Asuka 6 / G4 / $60 CAD / $42.37 USD
Golgo 13 8 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Path of the Assassin 7 / SEALED / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Path of the Assassin 9 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Path of the Assassin 13 / SEALED / $50 CAD / $35.43 USD
Kaiji: Gambling Apocalypse 1 / G4 / $10 CAD / $7.06 USD
(HENTAI) Adventure Kid 2 / G4 / $100 CAD / $70.62 USD
(HENTAI) Adventure Kid 3 / G4 / $100 CAD / $70.62 USD
Eagle The Making of an Asian American President (Omnibus) 3 / G4 / $30 CAD / $21.19 USD
Eagle The Making of an Asian American President (Omnibus) 4 / G4 / $30 CAD / $21.19 USD
Tenjo Tenge (Full Contact Edition) 1 / G4 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Shaman Warrior 2 / G3 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Shaman Warrior 3 / G3 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
Shaman Warrior 5 / G3 / $20 CAD / $14.12 USD
-Free Volumes- (Must Purchase Something Else)
Shadow Star 1-2 / G2 (V1 has stains on the top of the first few pages, and V2 has stains on the edge of the pages)
Legend of Mother Sarah City of Angels 1 / G4
Black and White (Tekkonkinkreet) 4 / G4
Gen of Hiroshima (Barefoot Gen) 1 / G3
Thanks.
2024.06.01 11:10 GunzBlazein180 Crime and Addiction: The story of a rich white crackhead named Amy
You ever met a rich crackhead chick who’s parents bought her and her heroin addicted boyfriend a whole house, a new car, monthly allowance and seen it all come crashing down? This sounds like a fantasy, but it’s actually reality in the streets of Montgomery County, MD. This is the life of a rich crackhead named Amy.
Before I tell you about Amy, we gotta get the background first and go all the way back to 2021(if you want to skip and get right to Amy, just go to paragraph 11/12, but you’ll miss out on a lot). It’s the year 2021, I had just came back a couple months ago from pulling off EDD fraud. One day I was driving drop top mustangs in Malibu, the next I’m seeing my accounts get frozen and my money slowly begin to dwindle down. Before I knew it I was back in DC, broke and back to square one. Now from the time I was in Cali to the time I returned a lot of shit happened. I fell off with a lot of people, so I found myself hanging around an unusual crowd of people, the Bethesda kids.
You see before I dropped out of Towson University, I had met this nigga named LP, he was from Bowie and he went to school out Bethesda, but me and him got along because we had two things in common: we both liked DMV music, and we both liked to party our asses tf off. But that’s a story for another day.
You see LP put me on to a lot of people from Bathesda, I had never really hung around white folks before, and with the connections he gave me i made friends with a couple of crackas and even met my now deceased ex girlfriend. I was going to the craziest white functions and constantly turning up. But I saw more than a chance to have fun, saw this as a money making opportunity🤑 cha ching! And it was through LP that I met some friends who introduced me to a nigga named Swervy.
You see them white folks love to drink beer and smoke weed at parks, so one day I’m meeting up wit one of my good men, Ju. Ju is the typical school shooter typa fella, so it’s no surprise what I saw when I linked up with him at the spot. With him was this long haired European foreign exchange motherfucker whose name I forgot, and this bearded Eastern European nigga named Swervy, and he was wildin the fuck out. Mind you I’m from the projects, and all these bathesda niggas I’m meeting are rich ass motherfuckers who live in multi million dollar mansions. Keep in mind these cats may be rich, but everybody out bathesda is rich so these are basically the rejects. Pretty much the closest thing to a street nigga you can find out there.
As I’m getting introduced to some of these cats, Swervy pulls out a syringe. So I ask “Man wtf is this man doing,” “He’s shooting up fent” casually says Ju. That was the first time I ever witnessed someone shooting up a drug, and it wouldn’t be the last. Swervy would eventually become Amy’s boyfriend. And he was quite the yapper, he’s one of those motherfuckers who peaked in high school, and now he’s just watching his life come spiraling down, at least that is until he meets Amy…
In this meet up I learn a lot about Swervy. He was basically a kingpin at the age of 16-17. He would get shipments of 10’s of thousands of Xanax bars and sell them like hotdogs at a baseball game. These weren’t your regular junkies, these are the children of senators, buisness owners and lawyers. So you didn’t have to worry about a junkie saying he’ll pay you back, money was nothing to these crazy ass white folks. In the midst of all this yapping, I hear something that caught my attention.
“Yea so basically my cousins got like seven pounds of weed and 500gs of thc wax that they’ll give me if I can pick it up, it’s all the way in Arizona” Says Swervy.
🤑🤑🤑Cha mothafucking ching! This was the money I was talking about. Now driving cross country with pounds of weed and concentrate was risky, but shit I’d give my left nutsack for that kind of opportunity. And I might as well have, because a week later I was on my way to Tucson, with this Russian speaking drug addict I had just met the other day. Mind you I’m driving around in a red Lancer, with paper Vermont tags that I had printed online. I might as well Have went up to the police station and asked any of them if they wanted to buy drugs. My young naive dumbass didn’t realize the risk, all I was thinking about was 🤑🤑🤑 cha Ching!
I can sit here all day and tell you about that drive to Arizona, but imma keep it short and simple so we can get to this Amy chick. It was a fucking disaster, but we end up somehow making it back. We got the pounds and the concentrate, but it was all fucking shake! I’d be lucky to sell that shit for $100 a zip. Anyways, the trip opened my eyes to something, this nigga Swervy was a crashout crackhead dummy, and if I continue hanging out with him I was gonna end up dead or in jail. So I begin distancing myself, as I watched this man throw his life away from a far.
Now months go by, and at this point I’m like the street life ain’t for me and I’m working a job, I got a girlfriend and I’m staying low and just cooling it, with these pounds of weed that was so garbage, I was giving it away like charity donations. I had that goodwill pack! Just as things settle down that’s when Swervy comes back in contact with me. You see last time I had linked him, this man was overdosing off fent and we had to drive him to the hospital and save his life. But to my surprise, he was a changed man, or at least that’s what I thought...
He now has this girlfriend and he lives with her in germantown. You see me I’m baffled and curious, what crazy bitch would date this crazy motherfucker who’d probably sell his soul for one shot of heroin? I just had to find out. And when I met Amy I just didn’t know what to say. She was in her 30s and Swervy and me were in our early twenties. Amy was this slim, blonde hair, blue eyed Czechoslovakian chick who stood at about 5’7”. She wasn’t attractive by no means, you can tell the drugs did it’s toll on her, but if you’re drunk enough she can probably look fuckable. She had her degree in psychology from UMBC, but don’t be fooled her brain seemed like it was long fried. A conversation with her felt like a trip to the mental asylum. You will have better luck deciphering ancient Egyptian hyrogriphics before you can make sense of a word she says. Regardless I genuinely tried to get to know her. My guess was at some point in life she must’ve took a full sheet of acid and never recovered since. But she had her own two bedroom condo with a view of Sugarloaf mountain, a Pomeranian dog(which Swervy fucking hated), and a new jeep. So regardless I was impressed this crackhead motherfucker managed to bag her. So I asked him “Where did you find this shawty?” “At a hookah lounge in Rockville” he told me. That’s right folks, a fucking hookah lounge. Boi when I tell you after that, I was hitting up hookah spots like I had season tickets!
So I’m hanging out with them a lot now basically third wheeling, but Germantown was a long ass motherfucking drive, and I lived at the borderline to DC so I would even spend some nights in their guest bedroom. This Amy chick had parents that paid for her gas money and food, they had a fireplace and a balcony. And I can enjoy the comfort of all this as long as I occasionally bring some weed to smoke. And me I’m not one of those leeching ass bums, so the only time I’m hanging out with them is when I’m invited. And I got invited a lot, probably because Amy’s a bit cuukoo and Swervy had either robbed or scared off all his friends from Bathesda. He wanted someone to give him a break from her, a bro he can drink a beer with. So I would often times accompany them. One time we were at Buffalo Wild Wings, and as I sit across from both of them Amy begins playing footsies with me under the table. Of course I play it cool. I had no interest in her, mainly because Swervy hits raw and takes hepatitis medication, also having witnessed this man hold a bunch of homeless niggas at gunpoint in broad day light after I lost my phone at this gas station in Arizona. I can only imagine how he would react if he found out I smashed his girl.
A lot of the times I hung out with them, me and Swervy would talk about Amy. You see he’s not the type to hold back certain information, and as he’s telling me about his life and relationship that’s when it hit me. A nigga like me grew up all my life, with the world constantly kicking my ass and in a whole different realm of this life shit, you got these two rich kids who fucked up their life so much with so little consequences it became a culture shock to me. Me I caught a case and felt like my life was over, these two white people are disfunctional jobless drug addicts and they’re living the life I could only dream of having with years of hard work. I began to question the world, how many are there like this? Was my life a joke? I didn’t know where I was going hanging out with them, but if I couldn’t live the good life, I could at least witness it from the front row. I learned one thing about their relationship, Amy was basically getting old and low on options, and her parents supported her. Why? Because she’s not running around getting dicked down by a bunch of drug dealing black men anymore. Here they see this young white man, who’s also Eastern European who makes their highly mentally damaged daughter feel secure. And Swervy could win an Oscar, I mean what a fucking performance! One second he goes from Angus Cloud on Euphoria, the next a good suburban white kid the second he meets her parents. In fact he had convinced them that he was such a good man, even went to family gatherings and all, that they decided, let’s just buy them a full blown house.
That’s right, a FULL FUCKING HOUSE. I’m talking about a three story townhouse in Germantown, with a fully furnished basement, a patio, a balcony, a grill, 4 bedrooms, a 70 inch television, a paid off brand new fully insured jeep, they’re talking about trips to Italy. And that’s only the tip of the iceberg. Fool, are we living in a simulation? I couldn’t fucking believe my eyes, Swervy had pulled off the ultimate finesse. He convinced this rich family that he was the one for their daughter. And the most hilarious thing about it is that he was no better than a crackhead heroin junkie you can find panhandling for money on the street. I couldn’t even be envious, no instead I had felt something inside of me, this sort of toxic motivation. I learned that you didn’t have to work hard in this life, you didn’t have to earn your living, no instead one day God can just drop this lonely damaged woman who’s family is fucking loaded right on your fucking lap. He was even talking about marrying her and having her kids. In fact he tried, but see he had a problem. His sailors couldn’t fucking swim. Maybe it was all the crack, cocaine and heroine. He was having trouble producing fertile sperm, and Amy was running out of time! And that was the peak of their relationship. He was this close to closing the deal, but when it was game time he fell short. All it is now is one of those memories in your head that’ll have you like “damn, what if…” almost like when you reminisce on a football game thinking about how things could’ve been different if that one play went right.
Look I’ll be honest, I sugarcoated a lot of things. They may have lived in a world of handouts, but that relationship was more toxic than a nuclear wasteland. There’s a lot of fucked up details that I’m choosing to leave out, the psychical and mental abuse from both sides, the drug use. He was a psychopath and she was controlling and halfway demented. There’s a saying “opposites attract” and these two motherfuckers were far from it. They were two trains headed on a full on collision, so it was only a matter of time before disaster struck, and boy did it strike. Within a year I had witnessed a once fun relationship, become episodes of Shameless. At one point we fell off, I don’t remember exactly why, probably because I was tired of constantly being involved in their nasty games, and once again I distanced myself from Swervy.
The last I heard of Amy, she had kicked Swervy out the house and he caught her giving the sloppy toppy at a local park to 3 guys. Some hoodlum niggas, and a skater dude with a face tatt. The last time I seen Swervy he was arms dealing and one day pulled out an AR-15 on me and threatened to shoot me. I heard he’s now locked up currently awaiting trial because he broke into her home. I have a feeling one day I’ll see him on the news with a crazy headline.
Anyways if you’re a real mothafucka, you made it all the way here. If you read the whole thing I hope you enjoyed the story, if you have any questions ask away. If you didn’t feel like reading all that shit then fuck you bitch!
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Before I tell you about Amy, we gotta get the background first and go all the way back to 2021(if you want to skip and get right to Amy, just go to paragraph 11/12, but you’ll miss out on a lot). It’s the year 2021, I had just came back a couple months ago from pulling off EDD fraud. One day I was driving drop top mustangs in Malibu, the next I’m seeing my accounts get frozen and my money slowly begin to dwindle down. Before I knew it I was back in DC, broke and back to square one. Now from the time I was in Cali to the time I returned a lot of shit happened. I fell off with a lot of people, so I found myself hanging around an unusual crowd of people, the Bethesda kids.
You see before I dropped out of Towson University, I had met this nigga named LP, he was from Bowie and he went to school out Bethesda, but me and him got along because we had two things in common: we both liked DMV music, and we both liked to party our asses tf off. But that’s a story for another day.
You see LP put me on to a lot of people from Bathesda, I had never really hung around white folks before, and with the connections he gave me i made friends with a couple of crackas and even met my now deceased ex girlfriend. I was going to the craziest white functions and constantly turning up. But I saw more than a chance to have fun, saw this as a money making opportunity🤑 cha ching! And it was through LP that I met some friends who introduced me to a nigga named Swervy.
You see them white folks love to drink beer and smoke weed at parks, so one day I’m meeting up wit one of my good men, Ju. Ju is the typical school shooter typa fella, so it’s no surprise what I saw when I linked up with him at the spot. With him was this long haired European foreign exchange motherfucker whose name I forgot, and this bearded Eastern European nigga named Swervy, and he was wildin the fuck out. Mind you I’m from the projects, and all these bathesda niggas I’m meeting are rich ass motherfuckers who live in multi million dollar mansions. Keep in mind these cats may be rich, but everybody out bathesda is rich so these are basically the rejects. Pretty much the closest thing to a street nigga you can find out there.
As I’m getting introduced to some of these cats, Swervy pulls out a syringe. So I ask “Man wtf is this man doing,” “He’s shooting up fent” casually says Ju. That was the first time I ever witnessed someone shooting up a drug, and it wouldn’t be the last. Swervy would eventually become Amy’s boyfriend. And he was quite the yapper, he’s one of those motherfuckers who peaked in high school, and now he’s just watching his life come spiraling down, at least that is until he meets Amy…
In this meet up I learn a lot about Swervy. He was basically a kingpin at the age of 16-17. He would get shipments of 10’s of thousands of Xanax bars and sell them like hotdogs at a baseball game. These weren’t your regular junkies, these are the children of senators, buisness owners and lawyers. So you didn’t have to worry about a junkie saying he’ll pay you back, money was nothing to these crazy ass white folks. In the midst of all this yapping, I hear something that caught my attention.
“Yea so basically my cousins got like seven pounds of weed and 500gs of thc wax that they’ll give me if I can pick it up, it’s all the way in Arizona” Says Swervy.
🤑🤑🤑Cha mothafucking ching! This was the money I was talking about. Now driving cross country with pounds of weed and concentrate was risky, but shit I’d give my left nutsack for that kind of opportunity. And I might as well have, because a week later I was on my way to Tucson, with this Russian speaking drug addict I had just met the other day. Mind you I’m driving around in a red Lancer, with paper Vermont tags that I had printed online. I might as well Have went up to the police station and asked any of them if they wanted to buy drugs. My young naive dumbass didn’t realize the risk, all I was thinking about was 🤑🤑🤑 cha Ching!
I can sit here all day and tell you about that drive to Arizona, but imma keep it short and simple so we can get to this Amy chick. It was a fucking disaster, but we end up somehow making it back. We got the pounds and the concentrate, but it was all fucking shake! I’d be lucky to sell that shit for $100 a zip. Anyways, the trip opened my eyes to something, this nigga Swervy was a crashout crackhead dummy, and if I continue hanging out with him I was gonna end up dead or in jail. So I begin distancing myself, as I watched this man throw his life away from a far.
Now months go by, and at this point I’m like the street life ain’t for me and I’m working a job, I got a girlfriend and I’m staying low and just cooling it, with these pounds of weed that was so garbage, I was giving it away like charity donations. I had that goodwill pack! Just as things settle down that’s when Swervy comes back in contact with me. You see last time I had linked him, this man was overdosing off fent and we had to drive him to the hospital and save his life. But to my surprise, he was a changed man, or at least that’s what I thought...
He now has this girlfriend and he lives with her in germantown. You see me I’m baffled and curious, what crazy bitch would date this crazy motherfucker who’d probably sell his soul for one shot of heroin? I just had to find out. And when I met Amy I just didn’t know what to say. She was in her 30s and Swervy and me were in our early twenties. Amy was this slim, blonde hair, blue eyed Czechoslovakian chick who stood at about 5’7”. She wasn’t attractive by no means, you can tell the drugs did it’s toll on her, but if you’re drunk enough she can probably look fuckable. She had her degree in psychology from UMBC, but don’t be fooled her brain seemed like it was long fried. A conversation with her felt like a trip to the mental asylum. You will have better luck deciphering ancient Egyptian hyrogriphics before you can make sense of a word she says. Regardless I genuinely tried to get to know her. My guess was at some point in life she must’ve took a full sheet of acid and never recovered since. But she had her own two bedroom condo with a view of Sugarloaf mountain, a Pomeranian dog(which Swervy fucking hated), and a new jeep. So regardless I was impressed this crackhead motherfucker managed to bag her. So I asked him “Where did you find this shawty?” “At a hookah lounge in Rockville” he told me. That’s right folks, a fucking hookah lounge. Boi when I tell you after that, I was hitting up hookah spots like I had season tickets!
So I’m hanging out with them a lot now basically third wheeling, but Germantown was a long ass motherfucking drive, and I lived at the borderline to DC so I would even spend some nights in their guest bedroom. This Amy chick had parents that paid for her gas money and food, they had a fireplace and a balcony. And I can enjoy the comfort of all this as long as I occasionally bring some weed to smoke. And me I’m not one of those leeching ass bums, so the only time I’m hanging out with them is when I’m invited. And I got invited a lot, probably because Amy’s a bit cuukoo and Swervy had either robbed or scared off all his friends from Bathesda. He wanted someone to give him a break from her, a bro he can drink a beer with. So I would often times accompany them. One time we were at Buffalo Wild Wings, and as I sit across from both of them Amy begins playing footsies with me under the table. Of course I play it cool. I had no interest in her, mainly because Swervy hits raw and takes hepatitis medication, also having witnessed this man hold a bunch of homeless niggas at gunpoint in broad day light after I lost my phone at this gas station in Arizona. I can only imagine how he would react if he found out I smashed his girl.
A lot of the times I hung out with them, me and Swervy would talk about Amy. You see he’s not the type to hold back certain information, and as he’s telling me about his life and relationship that’s when it hit me. A nigga like me grew up all my life, with the world constantly kicking my ass and in a whole different realm of this life shit, you got these two rich kids who fucked up their life so much with so little consequences it became a culture shock to me. Me I caught a case and felt like my life was over, these two white people are disfunctional jobless drug addicts and they’re living the life I could only dream of having with years of hard work. I began to question the world, how many are there like this? Was my life a joke? I didn’t know where I was going hanging out with them, but if I couldn’t live the good life, I could at least witness it from the front row. I learned one thing about their relationship, Amy was basically getting old and low on options, and her parents supported her. Why? Because she’s not running around getting dicked down by a bunch of drug dealing black men anymore. Here they see this young white man, who’s also Eastern European who makes their highly mentally damaged daughter feel secure. And Swervy could win an Oscar, I mean what a fucking performance! One second he goes from Angus Cloud on Euphoria, the next a good suburban white kid the second he meets her parents. In fact he had convinced them that he was such a good man, even went to family gatherings and all, that they decided, let’s just buy them a full blown house.
That’s right, a FULL FUCKING HOUSE. I’m talking about a three story townhouse in Germantown, with a fully furnished basement, a patio, a balcony, a grill, 4 bedrooms, a 70 inch television, a paid off brand new fully insured jeep, they’re talking about trips to Italy. And that’s only the tip of the iceberg. Fool, are we living in a simulation? I couldn’t fucking believe my eyes, Swervy had pulled off the ultimate finesse. He convinced this rich family that he was the one for their daughter. And the most hilarious thing about it is that he was no better than a crackhead heroin junkie you can find panhandling for money on the street. I couldn’t even be envious, no instead I had felt something inside of me, this sort of toxic motivation. I learned that you didn’t have to work hard in this life, you didn’t have to earn your living, no instead one day God can just drop this lonely damaged woman who’s family is fucking loaded right on your fucking lap. He was even talking about marrying her and having her kids. In fact he tried, but see he had a problem. His sailors couldn’t fucking swim. Maybe it was all the crack, cocaine and heroine. He was having trouble producing fertile sperm, and Amy was running out of time! And that was the peak of their relationship. He was this close to closing the deal, but when it was game time he fell short. All it is now is one of those memories in your head that’ll have you like “damn, what if…” almost like when you reminisce on a football game thinking about how things could’ve been different if that one play went right.
Look I’ll be honest, I sugarcoated a lot of things. They may have lived in a world of handouts, but that relationship was more toxic than a nuclear wasteland. There’s a lot of fucked up details that I’m choosing to leave out, the psychical and mental abuse from both sides, the drug use. He was a psychopath and she was controlling and halfway demented. There’s a saying “opposites attract” and these two motherfuckers were far from it. They were two trains headed on a full on collision, so it was only a matter of time before disaster struck, and boy did it strike. Within a year I had witnessed a once fun relationship, become episodes of Shameless. At one point we fell off, I don’t remember exactly why, probably because I was tired of constantly being involved in their nasty games, and once again I distanced myself from Swervy.
The last I heard of Amy, she had kicked Swervy out the house and he caught her giving the sloppy toppy at a local park to 3 guys. Some hoodlum niggas, and a skater dude with a face tatt. The last time I seen Swervy he was arms dealing and one day pulled out an AR-15 on me and threatened to shoot me. I heard he’s now locked up currently awaiting trial because he broke into her home. I have a feeling one day I’ll see him on the news with a crazy headline.
Anyways if you’re a real mothafucka, you made it all the way here. If you read the whole thing I hope you enjoyed the story, if you have any questions ask away. If you didn’t feel like reading all that shit then fuck you bitch!
2024.06.01 11:10 spudtheimpaler Oil light, what's the countdown?
So my wife is driving on her own to a wedding 150 miles away. Half way down, the oil light comes on. She's dressed nice and on a motorway and heading to a rural area.
I'm trying to guage risk v reward here. She drives back tomorrow. Sensors on these cars can range from "Miniscule variation in expected amount, have a look when you can" to "oh my god your almost empty, watch out!"
What would you do? Any techs here who can say (without being held to account of course) that a couple of hundred miles is probably fine? Or is it a "find nearest garage asap" type situation?
Cheers for prompt replies, she's driving away from me as we speak 🙈
Edit- time has passed and she's at destination, will encourage her top up in the morning at a local garage when she's not in fancy wedding clothes.
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I'm trying to guage risk v reward here. She drives back tomorrow. Sensors on these cars can range from "Miniscule variation in expected amount, have a look when you can" to "oh my god your almost empty, watch out!"
What would you do? Any techs here who can say (without being held to account of course) that a couple of hundred miles is probably fine? Or is it a "find nearest garage asap" type situation?
Cheers for prompt replies, she's driving away from me as we speak 🙈
Edit- time has passed and she's at destination, will encourage her top up in the morning at a local garage when she's not in fancy wedding clothes.
2024.06.01 11:07 Harry_is_white_hot The USS Curtiss USO incident: that time the U.S. Navy ship delivering the hydrogen bomb for the Castle Bravo test was shadowed by an Unidentified Submarine Object in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
 | Inspired by Rear Admiral Tim Gallaudet’s (Ret.) recent discussions on USOs, I thought I would relate the following. Just over 70 years ago, an interesting incident occurred on board the USS Curtis – the U.S. Navy vessel tasked with delivery of the Shrimp device to the Pacific Proving Ground in 1954 for the notorious Castle Bravo nuclear weapons test. This particular test, which scientists from Los Alamos and Lawrence Livermore laboratories had calculated to have a yield of 4,8 megatons actually went far above this calculation to achieve nearly 16 megatons of TNT equivalent yield. This miscalculation exposed many U.S. military personnel to dangerous levels of radiation and, more importantly, post traumatic stress disorder from being exposed to the close-range effects of such a large blast. Was the USO incident related to the yield miscalculation event? submitted by Harry_is_white_hot to UFOB [link] [comments] USS Curtiss (AV-4) The Curtiss class were the first seaplane tenders built from the keel up for the US Navy, the previous tenders had been converted from cargo ships. They were designed to provide command facilities for forward operating long-range patrol seaplane squadrons. To accomplish this, they were heavily armed with four 5-inch (130 mm)/38 caliber dual-purpose guns, and contained repair and maintenance facilities, along with supplies for operating in forward areas for many months. The ships had a large seaplane deck located at the stern with the maintenance shops located in the superstructure just forward of it. They were built with three large cranes, one located at the starboard extreme of the stern, the second was at the aft of the superstructure on the port side, with the remaining crane located midship on the starboard side. The starboard crane at midship was removed from both ships during WWII and replaced with a 20-millimeter (0.79 in) Oerlikon cannon gun tub. Two of the 5-in guns were staggered on opposite sides of the rear superstructure, with the remaining two in a superfiring configuration at the bow of the ships. From 23 February to 13 June 1951, Curtiss served as flagship for "Operation Greenhouse" and was the base for civilian and military technicians during the atomic tests at Eniwetok. She also provided meteorological information and operated a boat pool. Curtiss served at San Diego, in local operations until 29 September 1952, when she again sailed to Eniwetok, as flagship during the atomic tests of "Operation Ivy", during which the first hydrogen bomb was detonated. Returning to San Diego, on 4 December, she cruised the west coast, and visited Acapulco, Mexico, in 1953. From 10 January to 28 May 1954, she participated in "Operation Castle". Rather than write about the USO event, I will post verbatim the eyewitness accounts of two U.S. Marines onboard the USS Curtiss – Robert Mackenzie and G. Nicholas Stuparich. First, a little background from Mackenzie and Stuparich regarding their duties on the Curtiss: Mackenzie: So all the guys that got a clearance, we went as a group on the Curtiss. Now we knew where it was going but we really didn’t know what we were going to do. Interviewer : OK, so after the fact, at some point you know that you’ve gotten a clearance. Mackenzie: We didn’t know that until we were already halfway on the cruise. And the way we found out is that some of the men were called in and they were told they didn’t get a Queen Clearance. They got top secret but they didn’t get Queen. And it was no fault of theirs, Mary. Some of them, if they had one relative that was born in another country and something, they just couldn’t get one. Interviewer: Correct. Correct. So “Q” stands for “Queen.” Yes. Or is “Queen” something you make from “Q”? I wonder. I’ve never— Mackenzie: Well, “Q” must be “Queen,” I guess. Yes. It must be. Interviewer: You guys said “Queen,” though, when you said clearance. Mackenzie: Yes. Yes. And it’s a Queen Clearance, yes. And they’re still around, I understand. . Mackenzie: And I tell you why, is that when I went aboard ship, they made me an orderly, which was a great honor. And so I was the admiral’s orderly, and before that I was the captain’s orderly. In fact, by the time I was aboard the Curtiss for eighteen months, I worked as an orderly for three admirals and two ship’s captains and the executive officer, which was a great background for a young man. And I have the highest regard for naval officers. I watched them talk to their men, I watched them talk to their fellow officers, I saw how they solved problems, and just what a great example for a young man, to be around people of that caliber. It was wonderful. Interviewer: Let me ask you a question here because I don’t know that much about the armed forces. The Curtiss is obviously a Navy ship. Mackenzie: Yes. Interviewer: And you’re a Marine serving on it. Is that common? Mackenzie: No. It’s only in capital ships, normally, which would be battleships— Interviewer: “Capital ships.” Mackenzie: Capital ships, which would be—the terminology has changed today, Mary, but in my day it was battleships, cruisers, heavy cruisers, light cruisers, aircraft carriers, would have Marine detachments. Now originally the Marine detachments were almost the police force of the ship. And they were called MAs, which would be Master-of-Arms. Very unpopular with the Navy. And the brig is, of course, run by the Marines. But on our ship, we didn’t have those duties, not on the Curtiss. The Curtiss, we were a special force with top secret clearances. People only didn’t talk to us because they would say, Hey, you don’t talk to those guys. It was that kind of thing. So anyway, but we ended up being very close with the Navy, but our duties, we didn’t talk to each other about our duties. Stuparich: So, I remember signing the clearance papers and they didn’t tell us what we were going to do or where we were going. We went aboard ship as supposedly just a Marine detachment, but then it ended up being as nuclear security. We were well briefed and well trained on what our jobs were aboard ship. I did security with the devices, once they were delivered to the vessel. We did perimeter security when the devices were being delivered, which meant we were out on the pier and out in the area when the trucks arrived, delivering units. Once the canisters were brought aboard, then we were assigned to security aboard the ship, which meant working in the hole. In other words, the devices were put in a particular compartment. We were responsible for the security of that department, the corridor that led to it, and I can’t remember if we were reading the temperature. We had to take a reading, I believe, once an hour and record it. I do not remember whether it was temperature or radiation, but it had to be recorded; I remember that if there was something wrong, and I don’t know the standard, but if it went over that standard or under that standard, we had to notify the science officer, who was also the engineering officer. That was Commander Hart, I believe. Interviewer: Now, let me back up just a tiny bit with the security piece. So there’s a point at which you’re informed, I assume after you’re cleared, of what your mission actually is? Stuparich: Correct. Interviewer: Give me a sense of how much detail they give you there, and how much that is connected to what you already might know about nuclear weapons. Stuparich: That’s a little bit confusing because I know so much more now than I did then. I do not believe they gave us that much information. They definitely didn’t give us a detailed description of our duties, other than that what we were doing was actually guarding a nuclear device, and that’s all they would say. We and I think about a half-a-dozen sailors were the only ones that actually saw the canisters being brought aboard. There were not very many people. That was secured. The whole aft deck was secured when that occurred. Interviewer: And how many of there were you, when you say “we”? Stuparich: There were probably six Marines on the dock, one or two on the trucks, then I think there were a couple in the different corridors—what they did was they dogged the hatches so people couldn’t come in when we were loading this particular material. Then it went down into the hole and then there was a special rack because the canisters had to be triced up in these racks. I can’t remember whether there was—I think there were six to a rack. And they were triced up like you would trice up nitroglycerine, you know, with like Bungee cords but I think they were springs. Interviewer: Say that word again. I don’t know that word “trice.” Stuparich: Tricing means to tie, and what it does is it keeps something in balance so that if it’s hanging, it’s free-hanging, but it’s in a rack, and this keeps the canister in line, and it’s called trice, you trice it up. Interviewer: “Trice it up.” I see. Stuparich: We didn’t do that. That was done by their people. Stuparich: We embarked out of San Diego, went up to San Francisco. That’s it. We went to San Francisco, went to Hunters Point for something, some sort of refurbishing. Then from Hunters Point we went over to Port Chicago, picked up our merchandise, if you will, and then when we were through with that, when we pulled out, we went down and then into the bay. At that time we picked up some escorts, and then we went under the Golden Gate Bridge, at which time the Secret Service or FBI, whoever they were, had the bridge closed, and they were waving at us as we went underneath. Interviewer: Wow, they closed the bridge. Stuparich: They closed the Golden Gate Bridge. It was kind of cool because being from the Bay Area I kind of remembered that. I think I was aft at the time and I was looking up and yeah, sure enough, they did. And that was kind of interesting. So then we headed out to the Pacific. I think we refueled and resupplied once or twice, a ship came alongside, I think they came out of Hawaii. They used the high line and brought the stuff across, and then they brought the refueler up and then they refueled us. And that’s why they call us the Ghost Ship, because almost everything that we did, the replenishing and the refueling, was all done at sea. Now, the USO incident – which many people denied having happened. The "Russian sub" somehow penetrated the flotilla protecting the Curtiss and was completely undetected until it appeared underneath the Curtiss. This event occurred a full 6 years before the Soviet's first nuclear submarine set sail - so for a diesel powered submarine in the middle of the Pacific without logistic support this feat would have been incredibly difficult to accomplish. Stuparich Account: Stuparich : The other thing that really upset me was the submarine. Interviewer: Yes, talk to me about that a little bit. Stuparich : Well, Robert Mackenzie was the admiral’s orderly that night, and I was the orderly on the next deck down, and my job was to protect the crypto room which was, if you were looking down the hall, was to the left, and then the CIC which was straight ahead. Interviewer: CIC is? Stuparich : Is Central Intelligence Control or something like that. It’s an area where they plot everything. [Note: on board U.S. Navy ships, the CIC is the Combat Information Center] Anyway, I was standing there and all of a sudden Commander Hart came running around the corner and said, “Come with me”, with that I was on alert. So we went into CIC and then there was—I stood at the door. He said, “Block the door”, and I blocked the door. And it was one of those combination doors in those days. And I saw him talking with an officer, with the officer in command of the CIC at the time, or duty officer, I guess is what you call him, and then they were really—I could tell they were really stressed about something. Then a chief electronics mate had taken the young man off of the board and they were looking at the board and plotting on the board something, and he got on the phone to the bridge. I immediately felt the ship changing course, and we immediately started into a zigzag situation. And then I could tell, this man was stressed, and I’d never seen him stressed like that before. This way, that way. Everything was very staccato. So went back up to the bridge and Mackenzie and the Admiral were already there. And as a young man, you’re looking at their body language and their facial features and we knew that there was something wrong. Well then, I heard the conversation, and they wanted to know, in profanity, how the son-of-a-b*tch got there. How did it get there? How did it get through the perimeter? So then they were communicating with the vessels that were on the perimeter, there were destroyers out there and everything else, and they couldn’t figure it out. Admiral Wellings said, I believe that’s he’s probably been sitting here waiting for us. He probably plotted our course and just dropped to the bottom and waited till we came by, and then he came up underneath us. And he just followed us, and it was just a Russian sub, is what we anticipated. And they figured that they knew it was a Russian sub. Yeah. And it did. It stayed with us. And then what really became scary is that I remember the admiral telling the captain, We don’t have to worry if he’s directly under us. If he drops back into firing range, then we have to worry. By then, the other ships were doing crisscrosses in front and in back of us. These are the little destroyers. And sure enough, he did, he dropped back, I don’t know how far, I remember they had it plotted, and he was within firing range. And so then I just, I don’t know, something really bothered me and really happened to me mentally, because I just said [to myself], this whole thing’s over now, we’re through, we’re done with. And I guess I kind of convinced myself that that was going to happen. Interviewer: And this is prior to arriving in the Pacific. Stuparich: Yeah, we were on our way. Interviewer: So, just to get a sense of it, you’re well aware of what you’ve got on board? Stuparich : Oh yeah, because I’d already been down in the hole and they’d told us what it was. Yeah, and then you’ve got a— Got this sub, and believe it or not, not very many people knew about it. I mean surprisingly, people were telling Bob [Robert W. Mackenzie] he was crazy. You don’t know what you’re talking about. There was no submarine. Well, I know there was. And when I mentioned it to Bob last year he said, Thank God somebody else knows. And what we’re trying to do is find a third Marine who was on the bridge, but there may not have been a Marine on the bridge. Mackenzie account: Interviewer: So explain to me how much you knew about the mission or what you thought or what’s that like? Mackenzie : We didn’t know anything about it, frankly. You know, I realized that it was more than just a mission. Now by that time, Mary, the Korean War was over with. We were steaming out in ’54? Yes, January of ’54 is when we left San Diego. And Korea had been over for about six months, but the Cold War was extremely hot then. And when I first realized that there was more going on than we realized is when we had full wartime conditions on the ship. And I’d thought, Well, what are we doing here? The ship’s all blacked out at night. We’ve got all these red lights on you see in the movies, like those submarine movies, everybody running and all those red lights on at night. And heavy, heavy drapes in front of every hatch. And you don’t go outside, or as they say, out on the decks without closing that, and then you open the hatch and a red light comes on, then you close the hatch. And they were conscious of sound, of lights. And I said, What’s going on here? You know. And so when I really realized there was more going on is when I was on orderly duty for the admiral. And I was on duty and on duty and on duty and I just couldn’t stand up anymore. So I called somebody in the Marine detachment and said, Well, when is my relief going to be here? It was real late at night, it was like eleven or twelve o’clock, I’d gone on that morning at 6:30, and I’d been standing all day long. That’s what you do. And I just got so I couldn’t stand anymore. So I called down and I was told that the admiral only wanted me and there would be no relief, So just stick it out, Mackenzie. I wasn’t real happy about that. But anyway, so—and I’ll put this right on tape—so a Marine never sits down on duty, but I did. I couldn’t stand up anymore. So I found a chair in an empty officer’s stateroom and I wedged that chair in a real narrow hallway that went into the admiral’s quarters, and I put my feet against the bulkhead and I rocked back and I just kind of rocked with the ship. At least I was off my feet, and I figured nobody could get by me. So I guess, I don’t know if I dozed off or what, but all I know is this sailor was shaking my arm. It was about 2:30, three o’clock in the morning. And he says, “Wake up the admiral! Wake up the admiral!” And I said,”Well, who are you? What do you mean, wake up the admiral? It’s three o’clock in the morning.” [And he said], “Oh, they want him on the bridge right now”. And I said, “Who wants him on the bridge?” [And he said], “Well, the officers, blah, blah, and all that”. I said, “Well, what is your name?” And he gave me his name, and I said, “What’s the officer’s name?” I really realized we were very, very conscious and were trained to be suspicious of everything. I don’t know who this guy is. He wants to go in and see the admiral? That’s my job. Nobody goes in to see the admiral. And so anyway I said, “Well, I’ll go wake up the admiral and you go back and report to the bridge, and I’m sure the admiral will be right there”. I didn’t want him to go in with me. And so anyway, he left. So now I’m saying, How do you wake up an admiral? You know. I wanted to do it maybe like I was back in back in boot camp and scream, say, “Hit the deck”! I says, well, no, I didn’t want to go to the brig, so I didn’t do that. So anyway I said, Well, how do you wake up an admiral? So anyway, I woke him up. And I remember he said, “What is it, Mackenzie?” And he was startled. And I said, “Sir, the admiral’s presence is requested on the bridge immediately”. You don’t want to say “immediately” to an admiral, but I did. Anyway, he looked at me, and he had a phone right next to his bunk. And I always wondered, if he had phone, why didn’t they just call him? I don’t know. You know, you would wonder. And so anyway, he picked up his phone. And like I said, the respect from the naval officers, they’re just really something, Mary, they really are. And so he went up on the deck with his blue terrycloth bathrobe on. Interviewer: He picks up the phone and confirms? Mackenzie: Right. And then he puts on his blue bathrobe— He doesn’t even get dressed. Oh no. They want him right now [sound of fingers snapping]. So I thought, Whoo, something’s going on. So I go up there, and it was like an old World War II movie. At my age, I grew up with those World War II movies, you know. And on the bridge, all the lights are out because we’re running at wartime conditions at night, and you can just see the shadows, you know, and those were from the glowing of the instruments and the people moving around the bridge and all that. And right away, the officer in charge of the bridge came up, and everybody was whispering. I thought, What is all this whispering about? You know. And he was talking to the admiral. And that’s part of the job of being an orderly. You’re there but you don’t get too close because if you do— Interviewer: You’ll hear? Mackenzie: You don’t want to hear. And the admirals will let you know, and so will the captains. If you’re a little too close to them, they’ll give you one of those, turn their head around, you kind of back up. You realize you’re a little too close. They want to be guarded. They don’t want anybody to get them. That’s your job is to protect them, help them in any way you can, so forth. But anyway, and you’ll kind of back up. But I wanted to hear what was going on, you know. So then all I heard was “submarine.” I thought, Well, so what? You know. But anyway, it turns out that we were being shadowed by a Russian sub. Interviewer: For real? Mackenzie: For real. And the sub was directly under us [slaps hands together] like this. And they picked it up. Because I thought, well, how did it get through our screen? We were in a complete convoy, and we had carriers, we had destroyers, we had everything. And I thought, How did this guy get through all that? And they tell me what they do is they know where you’re going. They just sit down at the bottom and wait till you get there and just [slapping hands together] pop up. They don’t have to go through any screens. And I said, Oh. Interviewer: Oh. So they know from – Mackenzie: Sure, they know. Yes. They probably knew, with all the spies and all that. But anyway, the admiral asked several questions, and I guess before, he asked them if they had contact with somebody. And they said,”No, sir, we thought we’d wait for the admiral”, and all that. And he said, “Well, you should’ve. Did you contact anybody to tell them what the situation was? How have you tried to contact the sub?” Evidently they have an international language they use. Then of course they used Russian and they used everything, and no response. And so I always was kidding Kari because this was dramatic, you know. I always said, Whooo, thirty seconds from World War III. Well, that’s the way you think of it later, but it’s very true. But the thing that I still remember today is when the admiral walked on the bridge, you get almost like this, your daddy had come home to save you or something. That man had a presence about him. He wasn’t tall in stature. And his name was [RADM H.C.] Bruton. I’m sure he’s gone now. But he walked on that bridge and all of a sudden, you could just—everybody, like, The admiral’s here, we’re going to be all right. You know. And you could feel that. And he asked just a few questions. And the sub, and they were waiting for the reply to come back, Do we take action? Do we take evasive action? Now it’s pretty hard to blow up a submarine when it’s right under you. What do you do, when you think about it? How do you get a sub from under us? But we had submarines with us, too, our subs. And so it came back, they were waiting for the reply to come back, and I thought, My God, this is more serious than I realized. You know, it was kind of like a game until then, you know, it was just wartime conditions. I mean we didn’t think anything about this kind of stuff. And so we knew security was extremely tight. Only certain people could go by us, then go into certain compartments, and I’ll tell you about that in a minute. But anyway, back to the sub. And so it broke away. And you know you say “broke away,” where’d it go? It just broke away. And the admiral, they said—sonar reported or whatever and said, The sub has broken away. They must’ve known how many seconds they had. Later I saw a Tom Clancy movie about that, where they were checking and there were seconds and all, and I said, My golly, I saw the same thing in 1954, except for real, you know. So they said it broke away, and the admiral just calm as could be and he says, Carry on, men, you did a good job. If you need me, call, and he went back and went to bed. And I said [to myself], My gosh, it was almost—it was like nothing to him. He was so in command, just knew what he was doing, asked the right questions, congratulated everybody for the job they did, and went back to bed. Now I’m wide awake. I didn’t sit down anymore for the rest of the night. But I never told any of the guys about it. I just told that guy, one of our fellow Marines, November the tenth. It was the Marine Corps birthday. We all got together here at Dana Point. And I told him the submarine story and he says, “What submarine?” I said, “The submarine”. He said,” Well, I didn’t know anything about any submarine.” And I remembered, I’d thought about it, “Well, why should I worry the guys?” And not only that, if something happened when I was on orderly duty, you don’t pass that around the ship. That’s a confidence between you and the admiral. And so I didn’t pass it on. Interviewer: I have a couple of questions about this. You’re aware in real time, then, that it is a submarine. Mackenzie: Absolutely. Because you’re hearing the conversation. Interviewer: Right. It makes me wonder, as I’m listening to the story, if they had you on duty for all this time, would there have been some knowledge of some kind of danger, that they didn’t let you leave orderly duty? Do you make a connection between the fact that the sub was there and the fact that you had to be on duty for so long? That makes you wonder. Mackenzie: Well, I don’t know. It does, Mary. I never thought about it that way. I don’t think so. I just really think the reason I was left on duty so long is that we were new at our jobs, and they just didn’t realize that when you’re on orderly duty, you’re attached [slapping hands together], you know, at the hip. And not only that, is the admiral doesn’t want to walk out and say, What’s your name? You know, he wants somebody that he can trust and could read him before he says it. I could tell what he wanted. He was looking around and so I call somebody and say, Hey, the skipper’s out of coffee. You better get some in there. See? So you’re his confidant. He’ll say, Well, how are the men thinking? Because he’s some concerned about the morale, or whatever. So you’re his sounding board. Every admiral’s different. Some really use their orderlies. I’ve had admirals when I reported, they’d say, “Well, I’m a little low on cigars, Mackenzie. Why don’t you go down and get me cigars?” Well, I don’t say, ”What kind do you smoke?” So I’d go down and ask the guy to open up the place where you buy the cigars, what’d we call that? Commissary, I think. And they used to question it. And they’d just say, “Well, you sure these are the kind of cigars you smoke, Mackenzie?” And I said, “These are for the skipper.” And he said, “I don’t think so”. And I said, “Really? Why don’t you call and ask him?” [And he’d say], “Oh, OK”. And so that kind of a thing. So, interesting. But anyway, I never did pass that submarine story on to the troops. Interviewer: That’s so interesting. That’s interesting. Mackenzie: And so then, now, as time goes by, Mary, as I watch the History Channel and Discovery Times Channel, all these things are coming back to me. And our main concern was frogmen. We were very afraid of frogmen. And so we figured if they came aboard the ship, how they’d come aboard the ship, what we would do, you know, if one did come on. But I never thought about mines or bombs attached to the ship, and now I think about it. Can you imagine if they could’ve got to our ship, and we had people on their like [J. Robert] Oppenheimer and had all those scientists on there? We had fifty-eight scientists on the ship. We had all the bombs on the ship. I mean what a coup that’d meant for the Russians if our ship accidentally sunk, hit a reef or something, or something went off. You know, you can just see it all right now. It’d be another Cold War incident. Interviewer: But you don’t know that you’re carrying bombs at this point, or do you? Mackenzie: Yes, we did. We knew we were carrying pieces of the bombs. Interviewer: You did. Mackenzie: Yes. Yes. Because security was so tight, it had to be something like that, when only the admiral and two or three people could go in there. And then we timed them, how long they were in, who they were with, they signed in, they signed out. They had a badge with their photograph on it. The badges were made by, at that time, the Atomic Energy Commission [AEC], and they were watermarked with all the same intensity and security as our money. And the admiral would have his picture on there. And I didn’t just look on his shirt. I had to take it off his shirt, which you don’t like to touch an admiral or a captain. It’s just this—you’ve got that—this little [feeling] like, “Hi, God”- that feeling. And you’d take off his badge like that and hold it up right next to his face, make sure you got a really good look at it, and you’d flip it over and check the watermarks, check the number on it. And when I was on, I’d have a check-off list, and his name better be on there. In fact, our own commanding officer forgot to put his name on there and our guys wouldn’t let him in the post. He said, ”What do you mean?” They said, “You’re not on the list, sir.” [And he said], “Well, you know who I am. I’m Captain [James] Brannaman, your commanding officer.” [They] say, “Sir, we been instructed, if your name isn’t on the list, you don’t get on this post”. And the guys loved doing it to him. He wasn’t real happy but. Interviewer: Oh, I’m sure. Who was this captain again? Mackenzie: Captain Brannaman. He’s still alive. Stanford graduate. Super sharp guy. About six-five or so, something like that. Nice man. Interviewer: I’m not well-versed in military things. Is it usual for an admiral to be on the ship? Mackenzie: No. Now the admiral on any operation, the admiral has what he calls his flagship, and he can change his flag when he wants. The Curtiss was an unusual ship, Mary, because it was designed as a seaplane tender, 1939, something like that. It was hit at Pearl Harbor, went all the way through World War II, ended up with seven battle stars. Then after that, the Atomic Energy Commission grabbed it and then converted it for all the testing. So the Marine captain isn’t like a Navy captain. What’s confusing to everybody, and it was to me, too, the captain of the ship, the Navy ship, doesn’t have to be a captain. That’s his job title. OK, and now the Marine captain is a captain and he’s in charge of the Marines. Interviewer: So this is the Marine captain you’re talking about. Mackenzie: The Marine captain, right. Interviewer: Got it. Not the captain of the ship. Mackenzie: Not the ship captain—that’s right. The full transcripts of the two interviews can be found here: Interview with Robert William Mackenzie, January 1, 2005 UNLV Special Collections Portal Interview with G. Nicholas Stuparich, Jr., October 18, 2006 UNLV Special Collections Portal |
2024.06.01 11:02 Serious-Sprinkles113 I (33M) can't let go off my gf (33F). Need advice.
I have been in a relationship with my girlfriend since past 4 years. She is trying to leave me now but I don't want her to go.
I am hardworking individual and come from a lower middle class background.I belong to scheduled caste. I have strong educational background. I'm below average in looks. I come from a different state than my girlfriend.
My gf on the other is an upper caste sikh and comes from upper middle class background. She is a very kind and generous lady. She has an illness due to which she has developed limited mobililty. Lookswise she is a very pretty girl. I am in awe of her beauty, mind, thoughts, strength, literally everything.
Backstory: We met online in November 2019. We became good friends. When first wave of COVID happened I lost my business and was left with no money as all the profits we used to put in business since we had just started it. I was jobless, away from home living in a rented place and with no money. As friend she came out to help me and supported me financially. She was preparing for upsc at that time and inspired by her I too thought of preparing for it.
She guided me in the whole preparation journey. I naturally began to get drawn to her. She was hesitant in the beginning. She always said that if we did get into relationship her family would never agree to this relationship. Eventually she got into relationship with me because she said she liked my hardworking attitude and the spirit of going head on in the face of adversity.
In past few years she was also having a hard time because of her family. She used to vent out all her frustration and telling me how she lack of support from her family and her health is deteriorating because her family cannot understand her needs. I was her confidant in whom she confided her loneliness.
She also started getting frustrated with me since 2022 saying that she is tired of waiting for me and that she doesn't know when will I get job. I used to calm her down and tell her to please have patience which she did. She started to tell me that she is thinking of getting married as she doesn't think there's future with you but I used to make her stay everytime.
Now in 2024 I got a job in a powerful position in my home state. My girlfriend is saying all the wait over the years have left her empty of emotions and lack of love. we both are working now but in different states and she is also scared that she will have to quit her job to settle down with me which I am ok with but she is not.
Last night I asked her what led her to have a change of heart and change her feelings for me and she answered saying a jaun Elia shayar "woh baatein kha gyi mujhko Jo baatein pi gya tha mai". It made me shattered.
Is there any way to make my gf rekindle her emotions. I am very fond of her. I just cannot let her go. If she breakups with me, my life will be totally lost. All I am is because of her. She is my guiding light, my angel, my friend, philosopher and guide.
Please anyone tell how can I have her back. I really want to marry her. I have thought of my whole life with her. I want to take care of her, love her, have a family with her. I know I have made her wait for too long but it wasn't in my hands to do anything for her in my jobless time.
Just tell me what is the right thing to do whether to let her go or pursue her and change her mind.
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I am hardworking individual and come from a lower middle class background.I belong to scheduled caste. I have strong educational background. I'm below average in looks. I come from a different state than my girlfriend.
My gf on the other is an upper caste sikh and comes from upper middle class background. She is a very kind and generous lady. She has an illness due to which she has developed limited mobililty. Lookswise she is a very pretty girl. I am in awe of her beauty, mind, thoughts, strength, literally everything.
Backstory: We met online in November 2019. We became good friends. When first wave of COVID happened I lost my business and was left with no money as all the profits we used to put in business since we had just started it. I was jobless, away from home living in a rented place and with no money. As friend she came out to help me and supported me financially. She was preparing for upsc at that time and inspired by her I too thought of preparing for it.
She guided me in the whole preparation journey. I naturally began to get drawn to her. She was hesitant in the beginning. She always said that if we did get into relationship her family would never agree to this relationship. Eventually she got into relationship with me because she said she liked my hardworking attitude and the spirit of going head on in the face of adversity.
In past few years she was also having a hard time because of her family. She used to vent out all her frustration and telling me how she lack of support from her family and her health is deteriorating because her family cannot understand her needs. I was her confidant in whom she confided her loneliness.
She also started getting frustrated with me since 2022 saying that she is tired of waiting for me and that she doesn't know when will I get job. I used to calm her down and tell her to please have patience which she did. She started to tell me that she is thinking of getting married as she doesn't think there's future with you but I used to make her stay everytime.
Now in 2024 I got a job in a powerful position in my home state. My girlfriend is saying all the wait over the years have left her empty of emotions and lack of love. we both are working now but in different states and she is also scared that she will have to quit her job to settle down with me which I am ok with but she is not.
Last night I asked her what led her to have a change of heart and change her feelings for me and she answered saying a jaun Elia shayar "woh baatein kha gyi mujhko Jo baatein pi gya tha mai". It made me shattered.
Is there any way to make my gf rekindle her emotions. I am very fond of her. I just cannot let her go. If she breakups with me, my life will be totally lost. All I am is because of her. She is my guiding light, my angel, my friend, philosopher and guide.
Please anyone tell how can I have her back. I really want to marry her. I have thought of my whole life with her. I want to take care of her, love her, have a family with her. I know I have made her wait for too long but it wasn't in my hands to do anything for her in my jobless time.
Just tell me what is the right thing to do whether to let her go or pursue her and change her mind.