Windows xp lock timer

48M, 6’4”, SW:422, CW:272.2,GW:225???
Well it’s been one year and this morning I have been spending some time in reflection of how much my Life has changed.
A year ago I could barely walk, breathe, move, and had pretty much locked myself in my place away from the world outside of work.
I had a pretty sobering Dr appointment where he basically told me it was now or never to do something about it. Soon I’d be past the point of no return. He told me some of his patients had some success with IF and I should look into it. That is when I found this /reddit.
I didn’t know WTF I was doing at the beginning. I just started. I won’t rehash the whole past year of progress and methodology. I’ve been journaling and posting actively in this group check my posting history for details if interested.
Could not have imagined a year ago my life today. I’m so grateful for a fresh start and excited about a new future laid out before me.
Currently stuck around my current weight as you can see from my last few weigh-ins. I’m cool with it. Recently started running and having a bitch of a time figuring out what my TDEE actually is. Opened my eating window from 4 to 8 hours added some calories. I’ll get it dialed in soon I’m sure. It’s always a process…..🫤

Hiya, So i have a 8TB 5400rpm BarraCuda drive and it has a problem reading data that is like "after" the first 4 Terrabytes.
The first 4ish TB of data seems perfectly fine I can copy/play those video files just fine. But once I got to about 4tb of used space, all the files after that copy onto the drive fine, but when I try to play them or copy them back off, the drive will copy a few hundred mb it will just stall out and stop copying data... the windows progress batimer just goes up, and if you try to cancel or close the window it will take aaaaaages to cancel, or just not cancel at all and windows explorer will crash.
Im guessing the drive is made of 4x 2tb platter or somethihg? and this is like a physical issue with the read head on the 3rd platter?

I don't remember if someone had asked this, but if you're already inside an instance (wether is Lego or Festival) and the daily reset happens, does the timer reset and have to wait yet again another 3 1/2 hours? Or you keep the previous day's XP and can finish AFK'ing?

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I banked the fire and stared into the golden eyes of Beatale before I crept into my makeshift tent.
I still had my auric vision running and couldn’t help but notice the thin silver cord that ran from me to Horse. Firming up my aura, I reached out with my hand and grabbed it. I could feel the nearly imperceptible vibration between my fingers as I used my mind to probe at the thread. I could feel a bright spark of intellect, a light at the end of a tunnel. Pushing with my mind, I slid down the thread until the spark grew larger and eventually filled my inner vision with a hazy white light. Horsey thoughts nudged at me curiously.
I slid into the haze and immediately lost all sense of direction. If it wasn’t for the silver thread, I’d have no idea how to exit this shifting white fog. Horsey thoughts got stronger as I followed the thread while the haze thinned and cleared to reveal an endless prairie of green grass. I found myself standing before a naked man wearing a horse mask and I stared in shock. It was obviously me wearing a cheap costume horse mask — there was no mistaking my tattoos.
“What did you expect?” Horse neighed at me. “I am you and you are me and we are all together. Goo goo ga joob.”
Horse made a shooing motion with his hands and I accelerated backwards through the white haze and slammed into my own body with a gasp. I stared at the tarp overhead for a long minute, processing this new revelation. Horse was a part of me, a piece of my spirit. Whatever psychic stuff I did with that silver cord lead me into a house of mirrors where I got to look at myself pretending to be a horse. I can’t even deal with that right now.
Rolling into my blankets, I dropped off to sleep.
*Ding*
-=- - Welcome to the Dreamworld - Included in the Psychic Skills pack, the Inner Sanctum is your psychic domain. It is the mental fortress that you must secure and maintain to defend against psychic and spiritual assaults. All of your neurosis and fears are symbolised in this realm and must be defeated or subjugated before you can become master of the domain. Good luck. -=-
I banished the pop-up and looked around. I knew I was asleep, but everything was just as real as when I was awake. I was breathing, I could feel the floor under my feet, and if it weren’t for the pop-up, I would have sworn I had been teleported. The room I was in resembled an oversized luxury prison cell, maybe a thirty foot cube. No windows. Rough stone walls with thick mortar. Large brass wall sconces were set directly into the stone and suffused the room with a warm, golden light provided by glowing rocks. The stone floor had colourful Persian rugs tastefully placed. A high plaster ceiling was painted with a rendition of Michelangelo’s ‘Creation of Adam’, depicting me as both Adam and God.
There was a comfy sofa in front of a large screen television that hung from one wall and an ornate grandfather clock ticked loudly in the corner. It was currently 10:08 PM. Another wall was a floor to ceiling bookshelf, stuffed with books of varying sizes. The third wall was covered with pictures and I could see at a glance that they were images from my life. The fourth wall had a thick riveted steel door on the right side, a full sized mirror on the left, and a computer workstation in the middle.
The picture wall was my first target. A few were quite large, nearly life sized, while others were tiny prints no larger than the palm of my hand. Scenes of my life were displayed in each one. The largest was me riding Horse with a shit-scared expression, shooting at a pack of wolves. Others were smaller, each with different frames. Some ornate gold or silver, others plain wood, a few wrapped in briars or barbed wire. Nanny Ramsey holding me as a young child. My dog Jean with a red ball in his mouth. My parents, screaming at me. I turned my attention to the books. Books are safe. Books don’t judge you.
The sweet, musty scent of a used book store filled my nostrils as I drew close to the honey coloured shelves. Hundreds of volumes filled the wall from floor to ceiling, with a ladder that could be rolled along a rail to access the top. I smiled at the sight. I had always wanted a library like this. I pulled a book at random and read the title, “Confused Fantasies about Joseph Harris, part XXIV of the Middle School Years”.
I slid the book back onto the shelf. Let’s see what’s on TV.
The remote was a slim, futuristic looking affair with a minimum of buttons. I pointed it at the television and moments later the huge screen came to life and presented me with a simple menu for movies, divided into six categories: Happy, Surprised, Afraid, Disgusted, Angry, and Sad. I scrolled through the offerings for a minute, reading the titles and reviews about the movies of my life. It really bothered me that there were so few selections in the Happy section.
The number of Sad movies increased by one.
I walked over to the mirror and noticed there was a small sticky note pasted to it. “Astral Realm. Experienced users only.” I shoved the note in my pocket and stared at my image. Sturdy black boots, black denim jeans and shirt with mother-of-pearl buttons, deep brown gun belt slung at my hip, red bandanna and black felt hat. All I needed was a pencil moustache and I would look like the stereotypical villain in any spaghetti western. At that very moment I decided to grow out a goatee. I’d rather be mistaken for a bad guy than a victim.
So how does this astral realm thing work?
The mirror appeared to be nothing more than a mirror. It was cold, smooth glass surrounded by a wrought iron frame, and reflected my image. I didn’t necessarily want to go walking into danger, but I wanted to know how it worked. I pushed and prodded the glass in frustration until I noticed my image grinning at me. I jumped back in surprise and it doubled over in silent laughter.
“Hilarious, dude. You got me,” I huffed. “So how do I get in?”
My mirror-self tipped his hat and stepped to side.
I reached up to the mirror again and my hand passed through, vanishing as if cut off. Okay, just a quick peek and we’ll explore the rest of the room. I stepped through and the world shifted around me. I was standing back at the campsite. My body was insubstantial as a ghost and the tarp was a wisp of substance running straight through me. Non living things don’t seem to have much presence in this realm. Glancing down, I saw my sleeping body rolled up in the blankets, a thin silver thread running from it to me, and another thread running to Horse.
Looking around, I surveyed the campsite. My astral vision seemed to be on and had an unlimited range. I could see the life all around me, the distant forest was a sea of greenish-gold, grasses and brush nearby glowed with spectral light. Tiny ghost insects scurried while ghost mice nibbled at whatever ghost mice nibble on. Ghost seeds and ghost insects, I suppose. I turned my attention overhead and gaped at the sight of a monstrous serpentine spirit flying through the inky void. I dropped back through the tent and rolled inside my body. That was plenty enough for now.
I rolled through the mirror and landed flat on my back, staring at the fresco on the ceiling. Vinnie-God winked at me and Vinnie-Adam grinned. Climbing to my knees, I brushed non-existent dust from my trousers and watched mirror-me doubled over in soundless laughter.
“Hey, laughing-boy!” I yelled at him. “You’re like the guardian or something, right? You got it covered?”
Mirror-me stood and saluted with a smile, then gave me two thumbs up. A moment later, his face took on a serious expression and he wriggled his right hand in the ‘maybe’ motion. Then he pointed at me, tapped his wrist, and then a finger to his head.
It all depends on how fast I learn stuff, I guess.
Two thumbs up and a winning smile reflected back to me.
A large cork board was mounted to the wall over the computer and a small note was pinned to it. “Note to self: Don’t fuck with the Elvish womens.”
The computer screen featured a screensaver of me as Vitruvian Man doing callisthenics over the words ‘HumanOS’. I tapped the spacebar and was rewarded with the sound of powerful fans kicking to life as the computer emerged from sleep mode and prompted me for a password. Should I assume it’s the same as the password on the computer I pawned in my previous life?
Password: *******esi
I was rewarded with a sweet R&M desktop and a couple of icons. System, NeuralNet, My-Tunes, My-Movies, My-Office.
System was just what I expected, lots of .dna files and other confusing scariness that allowed me to tweak my physical body and mental state. My-Tunes was a collection of every song I’d ever heard and My-Movies was a collection of every movie I’d ever seen. Not that I’m complaining, but it would have been nice to have “My-Games” so I could play RDR. My-Office was a clone of the popular software by a similar name. I have no idea what I’ll ever need a spreadsheet for in this world.
NuralNet opened up a search engine called Me-Seeks, featuring a familiar blue guy.
I typed in “beer” and several thousand results were displayed, anything I’d ever read, heard, or watched about beer, including how to make it. This right here made the price of admission totally worth it, access to an exact copy of everything I’d ever read, and I was a voracious reader. Sadly, most of the stuff I read was futurology — solar panels, electronics, biotech advancements, quantum computing. The material for steam engines, blacksmithing, farming and the like, were slim pickings. That’s okay though, I could still reproduce the Gutenberg press, the cotton gin, simple internal combustion engines, and basic batteries along with some sketchy knowledge of metal alloys, acids, bases, and other things I had read over the years. All that wasted time watching “How Things Work” was finally going to pay off. I copied a few likely money makers to My-Office, saved the file, and exported to my Notes, just in case they didn’t exist on Aerth.
A popup covered the screen.
📱 [New Upgrade Available!] 📱
🎉 Enhance Your Experience with the Latest HumanOS Features! 🎉
🌟 Features Include:

• 🧠 Memory Booster: Increase your Memory for smoother multitasking and improved performance.
• 🔋 Energy Optimizer: Extend your battery life with advanced power-saving techniques.
• 🛠️ Utility Upgrades: Access new apps and utilities to enhance your daily life and adventures.
• 🗺️ Advanced Mapping: Never get lost again with enhanced GPS and location tracking.

🔥 Special Offer: Only 2000 credits for version 2.0 or 5000 credits for version 3.0! 🔥
[Upgrade Now ✅] [Remind Me Later ❌]
Apparently I could upgrade myself, which reduced the cost of using my Utilities while providing other minor benefits. My Utilities would level up as I used them, which would increase their battery cost, so if I didn’t keep pace with an update to the OS they could become prohibitively expensive to operate.
Stupid pay-to-win world.
So, do I pay 2000 credits for version 2.0 or 5000 credits for version 3.0?
I selected version 3.0 and klicked [Install]. After watching it download the update, it popped up another screen that asked if I wanted to update now, or wait until Midnight for the mandatory update.
I selected [No] just as the grandfather clock chimed 10:30 PM. I wondered if time ran slower in here, because it seemed like I had spent a lot more time on the computer than 15 minutes. Walking over to the imposing steel door, I noticed a bronze key with a thin chain in the lock. There was another sticky note on the door. “Subconscious. Please keep the key with you at all times.”
That’s not scary at all, is it?
I unlocked the door with a loud clunk and pulled it open to reveal a bedroom straight out of some royal castle. I could tell immediately that it had seen better days. The tapestries on the wall were frayed and fading. The canopy over the bed had a few holes in it. A thin layer of dust covered the mantle of a small fireplace set into the wall. There was a window letting in bright sunlight and I moved over to look outside.
I was on the third floor of a keep surrounded by the walls and turrets of a modest castle. A castle that had fallen into serious disrepair. Did this represent the state of my inner mind? One tower was shattered and the curtain wall under it damaged. The lower bailey was full of litter. I could see a few soldiers walking around the allure, keeping watch.
I have people in my subconscious?
Someone behind me cleared their throat.
Whirling, I discovered a familiar old man standing in the door of the bedroom. What was left of his hair formed a white halo around his head, his face was unshaven and covered with several days of growth. He was dressed like a poor and tattered manservant, but carried himself with a dignified air.
“Woodhouse?”
“It’s nice to see the master at home,” He said with a proper English accent. “There are many matters that require the master’s attention.”
“Uh, sure,” I said, hanging the key around my neck and tucking it in my shirt. “And who are you again?”
“Your personal manservant, of course” he said with a slight bow. Walking over to the steel door, he pulled it closed and it locked with a solid thunk. “Master should always keep his inner sanctum closed. One never knows if something nasty will creep in.”
“Thank you, uh, Woodhouse. I’ll remember that,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. “So what needs tending and how do things work around here?”
He smiled and beckoned me with a white gloved hand. “If master would be so kind as to follow me, I’ll introduce him to the staff and explain the duties and obligations of his domain.”
I’m 99.9% certain that everyone here is just me wearing a mask, so I shrugged and followed Woodhouse out of the bedroom and into the rest of my subconscious.
Five minutes later I was on the ground floor and seated on a shabby throne with the cast of a popular —and probably very copyright protected— animation in front of me. Woodhouse was the head butler and my personal manservant. Pam was the cook and demanded that I start importing sugar and alcohol before she was shushed by Woodhouse. Carol was a maid. Krieger was chancellor and Cyril was the steward. Archer and Lana were in charge of security. Ray was the marshal in charge of everything from the stables to the blacksmith.
I stared in disbelief at the motley crew kneeling in front of me. No wonder my inner mind was in such shambles. I was overcome with an irrational sense of anger at myself.
“Arright, listen up,” I barked, my voice echoing around the room. “I swear to God that I will fire every single one of you and hire circus clowns to replace you if you keep fucking things up. No joke. Circus clowns, got it?”
I ran a hand over my face as Ray pissed himself. “The only reason I’m not putting a boot in your asses right now is because I realise that you’re aspects of me, and the people you represent are pretty damn good at their jobs when they give enough of a shit to actually do them. As a team, you’re dysfunctionally fantastic and always seem to come out ahead no matter the odds.”
Heaving a sigh, I continued. “Things have changed and I need to get my shit together. I’m going to need every one of you to pull your weight and help me help you. Get back to your duties, I’ll meet you one on one later.”
My subconscious caretakers scurried out of the room.
“I’ll have one of the maids tend to the piss,” Woodhouse assured me.
“Never mind that,” I snapped. “I honestly had no idea my mind was such a shit show. I’m very disappointed in myself.” I pictured the Angry, Sad, and Disgusted counters on my personal movies clicking up. “Show me what needs to be done and let’s get started.”
During Woodhouse’s walking tour, everything clicked into place. This was some altered version of Bodiam castle, a location that was on my bucket list of places to visit. The royal council room, located behind the throne room, contained a “living” tapestry on the wall that showed the castle and surrounding land in real time. The castle was located in the middle of a small lake, and a single wood bridge led to the mainland. A small town surrounded the lake and a wall encircled the town. Outside the wall, the land was an irregular patchwork of forest and field, with a stinking swamp to the south. The entire “kingdom” was maybe ten miles across, surrounded by impassable mountains with innumerable creeks that fed the lake which drained into the southern swamp.
“Zombies are the problem, sir.” Woodhouse said, as I surveyed the living tapestry of my mental domain.
“Zombies?” I prompted.
“Yes sir, Zombies” Woodhouse continued. “Nasty bitey things that come in from the mountains and harass the peasants. They’ve gotten especially worse over the last few months. The soldiers do what they can, but they seem to have lost all motivation. Probably because they haven’t been paid.”
“And who pays them?”
“Typically chancellor Krieger is in charge of financial matters, although Steward Figgis has taken over the duty, sir.”
“Then let’s make Figgis our first stop.”
“Very good, sir.”
The office of the steward was run by Cyril Figgis, who managed the kingdom in my absence. It was overflowing with paperwork and charts, books and scrolls piled high on every flat surface. Cyril was desperately attempting to tidy things when Woodhouse and I walked in.
“Yo..you..your majesty,” Cyril stuttered, bowing low. Scrolls fell from his overloaded arms, spilling across the floor. He dropped to his knees and scrambled to gather them up. “I didn’t expect you to visit so soon. Please forgive the mess, housekeeping has been slacking…”
This was the guy who ran things while I was conscious.
“Shut up, Cyril” I said. “You’re responsible for everything in this office. That includes keeping it organised and tidy.”
“Y..yes milord.”
“It’s my understanding that you’re in charge of making sure everyone gets paid. So why aren’t we paying people?” I asked.
“We’re nearly out of Fuks, your majesty. I’ve been saving them for emergencies.”
“Fucks?”
“Fuks,” Cyril explained, pushing a pile of books off a large chest and opening it. Reaching inside he pulled out two small bags and emptied them on top of his cluttered desk. “Gold and Silver Fuks, the currency of the kingdom. I can’t maintain the kingdom when I have no Fuks to give.”
Behold the subconscious kingdom of Vincent J. Carter, it runs on Fuks.
“So how do I get more fuks?” I asked, examining one of the coins. It had an image of me on one side and symbol on the other that could be interpreted as “peace among worlds”.
“You kill the zombies, your majesty.”
Of course I do.
Woodhouse and I left Cyril’s office and headed towards the office of the chancellor where Krieger worked. It seemed that Cyril took over financial matters when Krieger became erratic and proposed luring all the zombies into the city and setting it on fire. Not sure how that corresponds to my own self-destructive behaviour, but I’ve had some dark thoughts over the last couple of months and I’m sure they’re reflected here.
Krieger’s office was much neater in comparison to Cyril’s, but it wasn’t by much. Shelves lined the walls and were filled with an array of questionable items, including a still snapping zombie head in a jar. While the office of the chancellor was supposed to be in charge of financial matters, it looked more like a dodgy rummage sale.
Krieger was launching sword blades at a pig carcass when we walked in.
“What exactly are you doing?” I asked, standing in the doorway.
“Hm? Oh, your majesty!” he said, turning around and bowing deeply. “I’m testing a new invention. It’s a spring loaded hilt that shoots sword blades. Very useful for our soldiers.”
“Stupidest idea ever,” I snapped. “I hate everything about it.”
“Okay,” Krieger said, tossing the hilt into a nearby pile of junk. “But don’t blame me when you need to shoot a sword at a zombie and don’t have one.”
“So why aren’t you managing the financial affairs? Collecting taxes, paying people, stuff like that?”
“Because the population has declined so much none of that matters?”
“What do you mean?”
“Wellll, the population represents things you care about,” Krieger said, going into lecture mode. “And the zombies and other monsters are real or imagined problems in your way. Since you don’t care about too many things the population has shrunk to just what’s needed to keep everything running on the bare minimum of fuks. And since you don’t seem to have any long or short term goals, there’s no need to kill off the zombies and get more fuks. Everything is fine just the way it is.”
“No, it’s not Krieger” I said, grinding my teeth. “My mind is in a shambles. It’s a joke. I want it fixed. No, I want it better than fixed. I want it improved.”
“Oh! I’ve got just the thing for that!” He said, digging around in his pockets, “It’s a spring-loaded hilt that shoots swords!”
Pam and Cheryl were hanging out a gallery window jeering at Archer and Lana sparring in the inner courtyard.
“What the hell are you doing!” I snapped
They whirled in surprise and then dropped into deep curtseys.
“Your majesty!”
I took a deep breath, trying to regain my centre. “Get to work cleaning this place up. Find a room, clean it, and move on to the next. Start with my bedroom, then the throne room and the council chamber, then everything else.”
Cheryl spoke up. “Can’t do it. We got no fuks to clean with.”
“You need fuks to clean?”
“Gotta buy stuff,” Pam said. “Cleaning supplies, food. You wanna eat, you’re gonna have to spend some fuks.”
“Talk to Cyril,” I ordered. “Tell him I said to get you supplied.”
They ran off in the direction of the stewards office.
I watched Archer and Lana bashing each other enthusiastically through the window.
Several minutes later the sparring couple stopped and bowed when Woodhouse and I stepped into the inner courtyard.
“Your majesty”
“My liege”
“Enough,” I said. “If you have enough energy to smash each other, you have enough energy to smash zombies. Tell me what I need to know so I can start gathering fuks.”
Archer shrugged and spoke first. “You just kill the zombies and other monsters. They drop fuks.”
“Anything special about the zombies?” I asked. “Are they fast? Do people get turned into zombies when bitten?”
“Nope,” Lana said, resting her wooden sword on her shoulder. “Most of them are slow shamblers and just need a good wack to the head to kill them.”
“Some are special,” Archer interjected. “Occasionally you’ll have some fast ones, or those that need holy water to kill. They’re just bad memories, figments of your personality that need to be eliminated. Some are worse than others.”
“The zombies are bad memories?” I asked, imagining all the bad memories that I had.
“Memories, thoughts, insecurities, metaphysical mumbo-jumbo,” Woodhouse supplied. “They are endless, but constant vigilance can keep them under control.”
“So let’s get started,” I said. “Lead the way.”
Lana and Archer lead me up to the parapet over the front gate where I looked over at the dozens of zombies milling about aimlessly in front of the entrance to my mind. Pulling out my gun, I began to pick them off, easy as shooting fish in a barrel. The crack of my spell pistol attracted more zombies and I dispatched them with ease until no more were left around the gate. As I fired each shot I could feel some sort of existential energy flowing from me, draining some hidden reserve.
“Gather up the Fuks,” I commanded. “And Lana?”
“Mi’lord?”
“There’s no excuse for this. From now on, I expect the walls to be clear of all zombies.”
“Yes mi’lord,” she said, giving me a small bow.
Turning to Archer, I shook my head. “You’re obviously my personal narcissism, so just try to stay out of Lana’s way, or better yet - try to kill more zombies than her. If you think you can.”
Archer scoffed. “No contest. I took top marks in sharpshooting.”
“That means I should expect to see results by tomorrow. I look forward to it.”
Archer looked panicked for a moment then smiled. “Sure, I can give you results.”
Turning back to Woodhouse I said “Show me what else need attending.”
Woodhouse led me through the town that represented my mind, pointing out each business that had fallen into disrepair, suggested others that needed improvements, and additions that would benefit me. In the distance, I could hear Lana and Archer shooting at the crowd of zombies and with each echoing shot I felt a tiny bit better about everything.
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I know this is takked about a lot, but I've got the 4 classic and it is tight on the wrist. I'm at the gym sweating a lot, but I've washed my wrist and tried both wrists. Every rep it locks. Very frustrating when I'm using the timer. Ideas?

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.

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.

what should I do? I'm from korea, so I'm not good at in English
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// Surprise! Haha. Well, this is awkward.
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Description: Rendering screen
java.lang.ClassCastException: class net.minecraft.client.gui.screens.TitleScreen cannot be cast to class net.fabricmc.fabric.impl.client.screen.ScreenExtensions (net.minecraft.client.gui.screens.TitleScreen is in module minecraft@1.20.1 of loader 'TRANSFORMER' u/681061d6; net.fabricmc.fabric.impl.client.screen.ScreenExtensions is in module fabric_screen_api_v1@2.0.8+45a670a577 of loader 'TRANSFORMER' u/681061d6)

at net.fabricmc.fabric.impl.client.screen.ScreenExtensions.getExtensions(ScreenExtensions.java:31) \~\[fabric-screen-api-v1-2.0.8+45a670a577.jar%23279!/:2.0.8+45a670a577\] {re:classloading} at net.fabricmc.fabric.api.client.screen.v1.ScreenEvents.beforeRender(ScreenEvents.java:126) \~\[fabric-screen-api-v1-2.0.8+45a670a577.jar%23279!/:2.0.8+45a670a577\] {re:classloading} at net.fabricmc.fabric.impl.client.screen.ScreenEventHooks.beforeScreenDraw(ScreenEventHooks.java:33) \~\[fabric-screen-api-v1-2.0.8+45a670a577.jar%23279!/:2.0.8+45a670a577\] {re:classloading} at net.fabricmc.fabric.impl.client.screen.\_\_ScreenEventHooks\_beforeScreenDraw\_Pre.invoke(.dynamic) \~\[fabric-screen-api-v1-2.0.8+45a670a577.jar%23279!/:2.0.8+45a670a577\] {re:classloading,pl:eventbus:B} at net.minecraftforge.eventbus.ASMEventHandler.invoke(ASMEventHandler.java:73) \~\[eventbus-6.0.5.jar%2387!/:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.eventbus.EventBus.post(EventBus.java:315) \~\[eventbus-6.0.5.jar%2387!/:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.eventbus.EventBus.post(EventBus.java:296) \~\[eventbus-6.0.5.jar%2387!/:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.client.ForgeHooksClient.drawScreenInternal(ForgeHooksClient.java:426) \~\[forge-1.20.1-47.2.0-universal.jar%23217!/:?\] {re:classloading} at net.minecraftforge.client.ForgeHooksClient.drawScreen(ForgeHooksClient.java:420) \~\[forge-1.20.1-47.2.0-universal.jar%23217!/:?\] {re:classloading} at net.minecraft.client.renderer.GameRenderer.m\_109093\_(GameRenderer.java:965) \~\[client-1.20.1-20230612.114412-srg.jar%23212!/:?\] {re:classloading,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at net.minecraft.client.Minecraft.m\_91383\_(Minecraft.java:1146) \~\[client-1.20.1-20230612.114412-srg.jar%23212!/:?\] {re:mixin,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A,re:classloading,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:mixin:APP:architectury.mixins.json:MixinMinecraft,pl:mixin:A,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at net.minecraft.client.Minecraft.m\_91374\_(Minecraft.java:718) \~\[client-1.20.1-20230612.114412-srg.jar%23212!/:?\] {re:mixin,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A,re:classloading,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:mixin:APP:architectury.mixins.json:MixinMinecraft,pl:mixin:A,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.main(Main.java:218) \~\[forge-47.2.0.jar:?\] {re:classloading,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at jdk.internal.reflect.NativeMethodAccessorImpl.invoke0(Native Method) \~\[?:?\] {} at jdk.internal.reflect.NativeMethodAccessorImpl.invoke(NativeMethodAccessorImpl.java:77) \~\[?:?\] {} at jdk.internal.reflect.DelegatingMethodAccessorImpl.invoke(DelegatingMethodAccessorImpl.java:43) \~\[?:?\] {} at java.lang.reflect.Method.invoke(Method.java:568) \~\[?:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.fml.loading.targets.CommonLaunchHandler.runTarget(CommonLaunchHandler.java:111) \~\[fmlloader-1.20.1-47.2.0.jar:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.fml.loading.targets.CommonLaunchHandler.clientService(CommonLaunchHandler.java:99) \~\[fmlloader-1.20.1-47.2.0.jar:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.fml.loading.targets.CommonClientLaunchHandler.lambda$makeService$0(CommonClientLaunchHandler.java:25) \~\[fmlloader-1.20.1-47.2.0.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.LaunchServiceHandlerDecorator.launch(LaunchServiceHandlerDecorator.java:30) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.9.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.LaunchServiceHandler.launch(LaunchServiceHandler.java:53) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.9.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.LaunchServiceHandler.launch(LaunchServiceHandler.java:71) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.9.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.Launcher.run(Launcher.java:108) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.9.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.Launcher.main(Launcher.java:78) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.9.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.BootstrapLaunchConsumer.accept(BootstrapLaunchConsumer.java:26) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.9.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.BootstrapLaunchConsumer.accept(BootstrapLaunchConsumer.java:23) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.9.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.bootstraplauncher.BootstrapLauncher.main(BootstrapLauncher.java:141) \~\[bootstraplauncher-1.1.2.jar:?\] {} 

A detailed walkthrough of the error, its code path and all known details is as follows:
-- Head --
Thread: Render thread
Stacktrace:

at net.fabricmc.fabric.impl.client.screen.ScreenExtensions.getExtensions(ScreenExtensions.java:31) \~\[fabric-screen-api-v1-2.0.8+45a670a577.jar%23279!/:2.0.8+45a670a577\] {re:classloading} at net.fabricmc.fabric.api.client.screen.v1.ScreenEvents.beforeRender(ScreenEvents.java:126) \~\[fabric-screen-api-v1-2.0.8+45a670a577.jar%23279!/:2.0.8+45a670a577\] {re:classloading} at net.fabricmc.fabric.impl.client.screen.ScreenEventHooks.beforeScreenDraw(ScreenEventHooks.java:33) \~\[fabric-screen-api-v1-2.0.8+45a670a577.jar%23279!/:2.0.8+45a670a577\] {re:classloading} at net.fabricmc.fabric.impl.client.screen.\_\_ScreenEventHooks\_beforeScreenDraw\_Pre.invoke(.dynamic) \~\[fabric-screen-api-v1-2.0.8+45a670a577.jar%23279!/:2.0.8+45a670a577\] {re:classloading,pl:eventbus:B} at net.minecraftforge.eventbus.ASMEventHandler.invoke(ASMEventHandler.java:73) \~\[eventbus-6.0.5.jar%2387!/:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.eventbus.EventBus.post(EventBus.java:315) \~\[eventbus-6.0.5.jar%2387!/:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.eventbus.EventBus.post(EventBus.java:296) \~\[eventbus-6.0.5.jar%2387!/:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.client.ForgeHooksClient.drawScreenInternal(ForgeHooksClient.java:426) \~\[forge-1.20.1-47.2.0-universal.jar%23217!/:?\] {re:classloading} at net.minecraftforge.client.ForgeHooksClient.drawScreen(ForgeHooksClient.java:420) \~\[forge-1.20.1-47.2.0-universal.jar%23217!/:?\] {re:classloading} 

-- Screen render details --
Details:

Screen name: net.minecraft.client.gui.screens.TitleScreen Mouse location: Scaled: (86, 255). Absolute: (259.000000, 767.000000) Screen size: Scaled: (342, 256). Absolute: (1024, 768). Scale factor of 3.000000 

Stacktrace:

at net.minecraft.client.renderer.GameRenderer.m\_109093\_(GameRenderer.java:965) \~\[client-1.20.1-20230612.114412-srg.jar%23212!/:?\] {re:classloading,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at net.minecraft.client.Minecraft.m\_91383\_(Minecraft.java:1146) \~\[client-1.20.1-20230612.114412-srg.jar%23212!/:?\] {re:mixin,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A,re:classloading,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:mixin:APP:architectury.mixins.json:MixinMinecraft,pl:mixin:A,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at net.minecraft.client.Minecraft.m\_91374\_(Minecraft.java:718) \~\[client-1.20.1-20230612.114412-srg.jar%23212!/:?\] {re:mixin,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A,re:classloading,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:mixin:APP:architectury.mixins.json:MixinMinecraft,pl:mixin:A,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.main(Main.java:218) \~\[forge-47.2.0.jar:?\] {re:classloading,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at jdk.internal.reflect.NativeMethodAccessorImpl.invoke0(Native Method) \~\[?:?\] {} at jdk.internal.reflect.NativeMethodAccessorImpl.invoke(NativeMethodAccessorImpl.java:77) \~\[?:?\] {} at jdk.internal.reflect.DelegatingMethodAccessorImpl.invoke(DelegatingMethodAccessorImpl.java:43) \~\[?:?\] {} at java.lang.reflect.Method.invoke(Method.java:568) \~\[?:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.fml.loading.targets.CommonLaunchHandler.runTarget(CommonLaunchHandler.java:111) \~\[fmlloader-1.20.1-47.2.0.jar:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.fml.loading.targets.CommonLaunchHandler.clientService(CommonLaunchHandler.java:99) \~\[fmlloader-1.20.1-47.2.0.jar:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.fml.loading.targets.CommonClientLaunchHandler.lambda$makeService$0(CommonClientLaunchHandler.java:25) \~\[fmlloader-1.20.1-47.2.0.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.LaunchServiceHandlerDecorator.launch(LaunchServiceHandlerDecorator.java:30) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.9.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.LaunchServiceHandler.launch(LaunchServiceHandler.java:53) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.9.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.LaunchServiceHandler.launch(LaunchServiceHandler.java:71) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.9.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.Launcher.run(Launcher.java:108) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.9.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.Launcher.main(Launcher.java:78) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.9.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.BootstrapLaunchConsumer.accept(BootstrapLaunchConsumer.java:26) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.9.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.BootstrapLaunchConsumer.accept(BootstrapLaunchConsumer.java:23) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.9.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.bootstraplauncher.BootstrapLauncher.main(BootstrapLauncher.java:141) \~\[bootstraplauncher-1.1.2.jar:?\] {} 

-- Last reload --
Details:

Reload number: 1 Reload reason: initial Finished: Yes Packs: vanilla, mod\_resources, fabric 

Stacktrace:

at net.minecraft.client.ResourceLoadStateTracker.m\_168562\_(ResourceLoadStateTracker.java:49) \~\[client-1.20.1-20230612.114412-srg.jar%23212!/:?\] {re:classloading} at net.minecraft.client.Minecraft.m\_91354\_(Minecraft.java:2326) \~\[client-1.20.1-20230612.114412-srg.jar%23212!/:?\] {re:mixin,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A,re:classloading,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:mixin:APP:architectury.mixins.json:MixinMinecraft,pl:mixin:A,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at net.minecraft.client.Minecraft.m\_91374\_(Minecraft.java:735) \~\[client-1.20.1-20230612.114412-srg.jar%23212!/:?\] {re:mixin,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A,re:classloading,pl:accesstransformer:B,pl:mixin:APP:architectury.mixins.json:MixinMinecraft,pl:mixin:A,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.main(Main.java:218) \~\[forge-47.2.0.jar:?\] {re:classloading,pl:runtimedistcleaner:A} at jdk.internal.reflect.NativeMethodAccessorImpl.invoke0(Native Method) \~\[?:?\] {} at jdk.internal.reflect.NativeMethodAccessorImpl.invoke(NativeMethodAccessorImpl.java:77) \~\[?:?\] {} at jdk.internal.reflect.DelegatingMethodAccessorImpl.invoke(DelegatingMethodAccessorImpl.java:43) \~\[?:?\] {} at java.lang.reflect.Method.invoke(Method.java:568) \~\[?:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.fml.loading.targets.CommonLaunchHandler.runTarget(CommonLaunchHandler.java:111) \~\[fmlloader-1.20.1-47.2.0.jar:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.fml.loading.targets.CommonLaunchHandler.clientService(CommonLaunchHandler.java:99) \~\[fmlloader-1.20.1-47.2.0.jar:?\] {} at net.minecraftforge.fml.loading.targets.CommonClientLaunchHandler.lambda$makeService$0(CommonClientLaunchHandler.java:25) \~\[fmlloader-1.20.1-47.2.0.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.LaunchServiceHandlerDecorator.launch(LaunchServiceHandlerDecorator.java:30) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.9.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.LaunchServiceHandler.launch(LaunchServiceHandler.java:53) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.9.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.LaunchServiceHandler.launch(LaunchServiceHandler.java:71) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.9.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.Launcher.run(Launcher.java:108) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.9.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.Launcher.main(Launcher.java:78) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.9.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.BootstrapLaunchConsumer.accept(BootstrapLaunchConsumer.java:26) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.9.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.modlauncher.BootstrapLaunchConsumer.accept(BootstrapLaunchConsumer.java:23) \~\[modlauncher-10.0.9.jar:?\] {} at cpw.mods.bootstraplauncher.BootstrapLauncher.main(BootstrapLauncher.java:141) \~\[bootstraplauncher-1.1.2.jar:?\] {} 

-- System Details --
Details:

Minecraft Version: 1.20.1 Minecraft Version ID: 1.20.1 Operating System: Windows 10 (amd64) version 10.0 Java Version: 17.0.8, Microsoft Java VM Version: OpenJDK 64-Bit Server VM (mixed mode), Microsoft Memory: 438773216 bytes (418 MiB) / 1212153856 bytes (1156 MiB) up to 8455716864 bytes (8064 MiB) CPUs: 12 Processor Vendor: GenuineIntel Processor Name: Intel(R) Core(TM) i5-10500 CPU @ 3.10GHz Identifier: Intel64 Family 6 Model 165 Stepping 3 Microarchitecture: unknown Frequency (GHz): 3.10 Number of physical packages: 1 Number of physical CPUs: 6 Number of logical CPUs: 12 Graphics card #0 name: NVIDIA GeForce GTX 1050 Ti Graphics card #0 vendor: NVIDIA (0x10de) Graphics card #0 VRAM (MB): 4095.00 Graphics card #0 deviceId: 0x1c82 Graphics card #0 versionInfo: DriverVersion=32.0.15.5585 Memory slot #0 capacity (MB): 16384.00 Memory slot #0 clockSpeed (GHz): 2.67 Memory slot #0 type: DDR4 Virtual memory max (MB): 31165.04 Virtual memory used (MB): 14962.84 Swap memory total (MB): 14848.00 Swap memory used (MB): 407.73 JVM Flags: 4 total; -XX:HeapDumpPath=MojangTricksIntelDriversForPerformance\_javaw.exe\_minecraft.exe.heapdump -Xss1M -Xmx8064m -Xms256m Launched Version: forge-47.2.0 Backend library: LWJGL version 3.3.1 build 7 Backend API: NVIDIA GeForce GTX 1050 Ti/PCIe/SSE2 GL version 4.6.0 NVIDIA 555.85, NVIDIA Corporation Window size: 1024x768 GL Caps: Using framebuffer using OpenGL 3.2 GL debug messages: Using VBOs: Yes Is Modded: Definitely; Client brand changed to 'forge' Type: Client (map\_client.txt) Graphics mode: fancy Resource Packs: vanilla, mod\_resources Current Language: ko\_kr CPU: 12x Intel(R) Core(TM) i5-10500 CPU @ 3.10GHz ModLauncher: 10.0.9+10.0.9+main.dcd20f30 ModLauncher launch target: forgeclient ModLauncher naming: srg ModLauncher services: mixin-0.8.5.jar mixin PLUGINSERVICE eventbus-6.0.5.jar eventbus PLUGINSERVICE fmlloader-1.20.1-47.2.0.jar slf4jfixer PLUGINSERVICE fmlloader-1.20.1-47.2.0.jar object\_holder\_definalize PLUGINSERVICE fmlloader-1.20.1-47.2.0.jar runtime\_enum\_extender PLUGINSERVICE fmlloader-1.20.1-47.2.0.jar capability\_token\_subclass PLUGINSERVICE accesstransformers-8.0.4.jar accesstransformer PLUGINSERVICE fmlloader-1.20.1-47.2.0.jar runtimedistcleaner PLUGINSERVICE modlauncher-10.0.9.jar mixin TRANSFORMATIONSERVICE modlauncher-10.0.9.jar fml TRANSFORMATIONSERVICE FML Language Providers: minecraft@1.0 \_\_fabric\_loader\_bootstrap@2.6.0+0.15.0+1.20.1 lowcodefml@null javafml@null Mod List: fabric-dimensions-v1-2.1.54+8005d10d77.jar Fabric Dimensions API (v1) fabric\_dimensions\_v1 2.1.54+8005d10d77 DONE Manifest: NOSIGNATURE fabric-transfer-api-v1-3.3.5+631c9cd677.jar Fabric Transfer API (v1) fabric\_transfer\_api\_v1 3.3.5+631c9cd677 DONE Manifest: NOSIGNATURE fabric-renderer-api-v1-3.2.1+1d29b44577.jar Fabric Renderer API (v1) fabric\_renderer\_api\_v1 3.2.1+1d29b44577 DONE Manifest: NOSIGNATURE fishermens\_trap-2.1.2.jar Fishermens Trap fishermens\_trap 2.1.2 DONE Manifest: 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Hi, I bought a laptop a year ago and it was working perfectly. In the last 4 months, it started lagging, shutting down and "your device ran into a problem" screen started showing everytime I wanted to turn the laptop on. I formatted the laptop and it worked perfectly again for a month and now the problem came again.
My laptop is a Lenovo ThinkPad T460s, Core i5. It's on windows 10, got the latest update. I only downloaded "Journal" software, windows whiteboard and a drawing software, nothing else. I tried every solution I could but still nothing changed at all.
Additional information: Whenever I try to turn on the laptop; Esc, mute, mic & CapsLock keys' light turns on for couple seconds then turns off. It is charged. It was on charge almost two days ago. i CAN'T go to a computer repair shop or disassemble the laptop.
(Please skip any mistakes. English is not my first language)

It was around 9-10pm back when I was in 1st/2nd grade. My older sister and I were playing in the living room. We were sitting on the floor in a way that I was facing the window. My dad always does a „night check“ making sure the doors and windows are locked before we all go to bed. And this is usually after he goes outside for a quick smoke. That night, while playing, I saw a silhouette of a man wearing a cap standing right outside the window just looking at us while we were playing. Mind you, this window was just right next to our door which was unlocked so I assumed that was my dad just smoking outside. But he wasn’t moving or anything so I said enthusiastically „hi dad!“. The silhouette moved to show a shushing manner (finger in front of mouth) as if telling me not to say anything. My sister, confused, turned around then looked back at me in horror and said that our dad is in the bedroom. I ran to the bedroom and my dad was indeed inside reading a newspaper chatting with my mum. The person ran away. My dad tried to run after him but he was gone fast. We didn’t have CCTV. We never found out who it was. Since then, I’ve always been anxious about locking doors just in case.

So I recently upgraded my PC so I could use cloud gaming on the Xbox app and it has locked me out of my account saying enter a windows hello PIN. Yes I have tried resetting the PIN and re-entering it to no avail. Any help on this matter?

Hey, recently I found my grandma's old laptop (IBM thinkpad t42), which currently runs windows XP. Which distro would work on this laptop without too much lag (or preferably without any)? Also i would prefer stable distros, rather than rolling release ones.

Hey, recently I found my grandma's old laptop (IBM thinkpad t42), which currently runs windows XP. Which distro would work on this laptop without too much lag (or preferably without any)? Also i would prefer stable distros, rather than rolling release ones.

Hey, recently I found my grandma's old laptop (IBM thinkpad t42), which currently runs windows XP. Which distro would work on this laptop without too much lag (or preferably without any)? Also i would prefer stable distros, rather than rolling release ones.

Hello everyone!
I'm planning to buy a Windows XP PC, mostly for older games, nothing special.
What CPU & GPU combo would you recommend for early 2000 games? I'm currently running Windows XP on a VM, but there's a problem with 3D acceleration so it would be really nice to have a physical machine then.
I'm planning on running without any internet access, because of security reasons.

Me and my boyfriend have been together for just shy of 2 years and living together for around 9 months now. Since moving in my boyfriend very rarely seems to go back to his family home, I dont think its toxic but I feel he has a new job and he wants to focus on it with his all. I always encourage him to go home or go to family events even if I am unable to join as, I always do the same and try not to let what hes doing impact my own social or family relations which, has never caused an argument!
We recently went to dinner with his family and his mum seemed to make some very odd comments about him not being at the family home and a sly dig to me. My boyfriend was very proudly telling everyone he had built an office in our shed and actually enjoys the fact there is no windows as it stops him being distracted. I joked to say the door is similar to a vault as, its very heavy to push close. His mum then made a comment to say 'oh wow this sounds like baby reindeer you locked in the shed'. No other family members laughed and it was forgotten about. Throughout the evening she seemed to make digs about him never being around and when he said he had been out to a bar with a few of my friends she instantly came back with 'ohhh are they bad influences on you'.
I found the whole interaction odd and this isn't my boyfriends first ever relationship either and his ex seems to not have been favourable which maybe should have been my first red flag.
I dont want to upset my boyfriend however, I just get this feeling his mum feels like I have stolen her son away even if that is not the case. Me and my partner are so happy and its a wondeful loving relationship but these comments have made me feel embarrassed to be quite frank especially around the dinner table. This is a situation i have never found myself in before and i do not want to upset my boyfriend or make him feel like im turning him against his family.
TL;DR: is my partners mum under the impression I have taken her son away from her?

Skinwalkers in Rural Michigan
I recently purchased a 10,000 lumen flashlight to illuminate the surrounding woods as I walk my dog in the evenings. I have been hearing some strange noises at night, and I figured it would be nice to see everything that boxes me in as I walk Max, my dog. But boy was I wrong. I should have been afraid of what can't be seen outside the veils of my iphone flashlight. What was to be exhumed by my flashlight terrified me to my core. This happened a week or so ago, November, 2nd 2022, Harrison Michigan. The evenings were approaching abruptly now. It was only 8:30pm when I decided to take my golden retriever on one last shit walk before I got settled in for the night. At this time, in rural Michigan at least, it’s pitch black. I cursed underneath my breath as I opened the door and peered out. Fuck, chilly and dark. God, why haven’t I moved south yet? Max was timid this evening, which was so really unlike him. Very strange. The darkness emanating from outside my house poured in like a disease. It was void of any color. Upset about not replacing my porch light, I pulled out my new amazon special, this week it was a 10,000 lumen flashlight. Feeling its expensive metallic body in my hands felt exonerating, and the excitement to use it overthrew any bad vibes Max was giving. He whimpered as soon as the door opened, he then put his tail between his legs and shivered. I scoffed at his weak tendencies here, this was so unlike him. I turned this ungodly bright flashlight on and showed it forward. “For fuck sake look Max, nothing to be afraid of y-” I was cut off. My mouth gaped at what was in front of me. Shown in the powerful beam of the flashlight was a contorted lanky humanoid figure. It slumped down from a standing position and got on all fours like a person miming a frog. Then it jerked its head up and sniffed the air. Animistically. It turned its head and bored its stare right into my eyes. Then it darted into a bush on the edge of the woods. The edge of the woods that surround my entire house. I heard leaves crackle and watched the skin colored creature dissipate into them. I focused the beam of my light directly onto that bush. It was incredibly bright and the bush appeared like high definition from the immense light, especially in contrast to the oily blackness that surrounded me. The bush shaked ominously, like a predator was inside, shifting around. A familiar feminine voice came from that bush. “Please help me… oh god please help… help… help mee…” And the leaves rustled again. Max whimpered in terror and got between my legs. I grabbed the baseball bat that I kept beside the front door for just such occasions and held it beside my head in a “ready to whoop” gesture, the other hand on my flashlight. I shakily started towards the bush from my door. Max bolted inside, leaving me completely alone. “Helllppppp meee” the voice cooed. The soft feminine coo of the voice crackled a little this time. Yeah, almost as if something was masquerading as a female, and luring me in. I was about 6 feet away by now, I could feel the blood pulsating in my temples. Goosh flesh ran down my body. “Helllpp,” deeper voice “Meeee!” An elongated ashy white arm flung towards me at ankle height. I instinctively stomped down on it. I heard cracking and sloshing from underneath my shoe. I stepped directly onto its wrist. I heard a shriek from inside the depths of that bush and the hand sprung up like a trap being set off. The strength possessed by this creature was unreal, it slung me to the ground and began to reel me into its bush where it resided. I screamed, smacked the arm with the bat as hard as I could and then lost control of the bat. It fell next to me as I was dragged closer to the bush, now my feet were inside the leafy abyss. The voice turned into my mothers voice. The clawed hands grasp on me tightened with tremendous strength and the nails dug into my skin through my pants. “Help me Nathaniel. Your mother needs help. I can't walk.” Yeah alright. I shined my light into the bush. What I saw still makes me tremble. It was my dead mothers face there alright, but atop an ashy white skinned humanoid skeleton with backward joints. The arms bent unnaturally opposite of how they should, the legs were bent like a frogs ready to pounce. The eyes were milky white, but were extremely intelligent and they gazed into my consciousness. With all of my force, I horse kicked my deceased mothers face and heard a massive crunch as my heel connected with her masqueraded nose. A profane yelp of pain blasted into the darkness of this B.F.E. where I lived. The grip on my leg loosened just enough from the blow for me to break free. I shot upright and turned to the door. I dropped my flashlight in this madness and couldn’t give a shit less. It could keep it for all I fucking cared. I bolted towards the door, and as I reached the halfway point I was Illuminated by a blinding bright light from behind. Almost like a spotlight beamed right onto me. My. Fucking. God. That thing had my flashlight and was pointing it directly at me. “Helpp… Nathaniel. Help me son.” The light started to bob up and down. Whatever was holding it was lurking closer and closer to me, and was gaining on me much faster than I was to the door. So much for not being able to walk. I ended up winning the foot race miraculously. I jumped inside my door and slammed it behind me. I heard a loud thump into the door immediately following its closure. My mothers late voice came again, beckoning me. “Son. You know your mother has taught you better than this. Let me in. Please, my son.” The light shone through the window at me, blinding me. Seeing spots and now disoriented, I fumbled myself up and managed to lock the door. Max was at the furthest point possible from the door, glaring at the door trembling in fear. Three solid knocks from the top of the door frame. Then the light was gone and I heard a metallic clunk, the thing must have dropped the flashlight on its retreat. The light now was gleaming off a huge tree. I watched a tall skinny humanoid creature with long contorted ligaments jerkily run towards that tree. His legs bent opposite of how our legs do, and same with the arms. Then it bent down in the same erratic way that it moved, and got onto all fours as it approached the tree. It paused a second and peered up the trunk. His head swiftly snapped to my face. Its now black and sunken eyes stared into my soul. I froze in terror as it climbed that trunk, with its face directly bored into me mind you, like squirrel. Scurrying right up it, never leaving contact with my eyes. The light undoubtedly should be blinding his vision, but the sense of intelligence of it knowing my existence was uncanny. Light didnt hurt it. As it ascended it smiled at me, a predatory grin. It disappeared into a purple dot that was still in my vision from when I was blinded by the flashlight. As I moved my head to try to see the creature, I watched tree leaves russell and saw no more of it. Yet. I locked the doors that night and cleaned up Max’s accidents from not going out. At night as I was asleep, I was awoken by my mothers soft voice from right outside the bedroom window. “Let me in Nathaniel..” Then directly following this motherly imitation came a 10,000 lumen flashlight beamed into my face. I heard the window slowly open, but I was blinded by the light.