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2024.06.01 16:18 frankdatank_004 Since America and Russia had their lone Rank 6 GE premium tanks (M1128 Wolfpack and 2S38 respectively) moved to Rank 7. I decided to pick their new Rank 6 GE replacements.
So these are what I picked. I went with 2 MBTs and 1 IFV for each nation. Please let me know which 2 you want to come to the game as premiums?
MBT Option 1 (USA): M60A1 Genesis II
This is one of the last M60A1 RISE (P)s used by the USMC in Desert Storm. It is also a museum tank. To be more historical this M60A1 RISE (P) would get M833 APFSDS but at a higher BR than the tech tree M60A1 RISE (P).
BR: 9.0
MBT Option 1 (RUS): T-64R
Basically take away the T-64A’s 125mm gun and anti-HEAT flaps and give it a 115mm gun instead. I would give it the same ammo as the standard T-62.
BR: 9.0
MBT Option 2 (USA): Super M60AX
Take an M60 and improve it in every which way, especially armor and mobility. This tank would perform similar to the German Super M48 in-game but have slightly better mobility and armor I think. Since it is a prototype I would give it C76A1 as its stock APFSDS round and then M833 as its top APFSDS round.
BR: 9.3-9.7
MBT Option 2 (RUS): T-62D-1
This T-62 has the infamous hard-kill Drozd APS mounted on it similar to the T-55AMD-1 and the T-80UM2. It also has additional BDD appliqué armor mounted to the front of its hull. I’d give it the same ammunition as the T-62M-1 in-game.
BR: 9.3
IFV Option (USA): M2A2 ODS
This Bradley IFV would perform very similar to the M3A3 CFV in-game with a few differences. It would carry less 25mm ammo (900 vs. 1500) and TOWs (7 vs. 12) than the M3A3 CFV but it would get access to the soft-kill AN/VLQ-6 APS. Other than that it is more or less the same as the M3A3 CFV.
BR: 9.7-10.0
IFV Option (RUS): BMP-3F
This BMP-3 is very similar to the BMP-3 we have in game but is meant for extended marine and amphibious missions. This can be seen by its extended snorkel and additional aluminum screens to help keep it sea worthy longer than a normal BMP-3. Speaking of the snorkel, it may get in the way of your turret traverse like the empty oil barrels on the back of the M1 KVT.
BR: 8.7-9.0
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MBT Option 1 (USA): M60A1 Genesis II
This is one of the last M60A1 RISE (P)s used by the USMC in Desert Storm. It is also a museum tank. To be more historical this M60A1 RISE (P) would get M833 APFSDS but at a higher BR than the tech tree M60A1 RISE (P).
BR: 9.0
MBT Option 1 (RUS): T-64R
Basically take away the T-64A’s 125mm gun and anti-HEAT flaps and give it a 115mm gun instead. I would give it the same ammo as the standard T-62.
BR: 9.0
MBT Option 2 (USA): Super M60AX
Take an M60 and improve it in every which way, especially armor and mobility. This tank would perform similar to the German Super M48 in-game but have slightly better mobility and armor I think. Since it is a prototype I would give it C76A1 as its stock APFSDS round and then M833 as its top APFSDS round.
BR: 9.3-9.7
MBT Option 2 (RUS): T-62D-1
This T-62 has the infamous hard-kill Drozd APS mounted on it similar to the T-55AMD-1 and the T-80UM2. It also has additional BDD appliqué armor mounted to the front of its hull. I’d give it the same ammunition as the T-62M-1 in-game.
BR: 9.3
IFV Option (USA): M2A2 ODS
This Bradley IFV would perform very similar to the M3A3 CFV in-game with a few differences. It would carry less 25mm ammo (900 vs. 1500) and TOWs (7 vs. 12) than the M3A3 CFV but it would get access to the soft-kill AN/VLQ-6 APS. Other than that it is more or less the same as the M3A3 CFV.
BR: 9.7-10.0
IFV Option (RUS): BMP-3F
This BMP-3 is very similar to the BMP-3 we have in game but is meant for extended marine and amphibious missions. This can be seen by its extended snorkel and additional aluminum screens to help keep it sea worthy longer than a normal BMP-3. Speaking of the snorkel, it may get in the way of your turret traverse like the empty oil barrels on the back of the M1 KVT.
BR: 8.7-9.0
2024.06.01 16:18 kymiche My partner is 43 years older & groomed me. Now he’s left me with two small children
My partner left me with our two young children after grooming me for years. How do I heal?
I am 26f and my ex partner is 69m.
That’s hard to type out and admit to the situation I’ve found myself in. This has been my biggest secret for years.
I met my partner at 19. I worked as a waitress at the barestaurant he owns. I had a lot of fun I was cute and I loved being around customers. My personality was sarcastic and charming. A lot of people became my friends there. He watched me a lot and he gave me uneasy vibes. I kept it to myself he was a known creep. I didn’t think much of it until I had turned 21 (still working as a waitress) and he started becoming inappropriate with me. He would touch me around corners and spaces where I couldn’t push him away or it would be obvious to others what he was doing. For some reason I didn’t want to get him caught. He stayed in a dark room next to the bathrooms when I went to go pee one drink night after work I was drinking with my coworkers. He held my wrists led me into the dark side of the room and forcibly made me make out with him. That was the beginning.
I didn’t have much family and what I did have was an addict mother and a distant dad. I didn’t have a good example or even anyone to talk to about this. He poured sweet words into my head and professed his love and honestly it felt nice. He had found out I was a virgin after our first encounter. I was too scared to tell him I didn’t want to look like a child. He treated me like a hookup. Once he found out I was a virgin and he was my first he had become obsessive with me.
I found out he was married and had children older than me. He gave me the same story any married man would give you and me being so struck by him I dealt with it. I know I’m wrong. I will be punished in life for what I’ve done emotionally to this other woman. I’m not a victim.
He convinced me to have his child. He was having sex with me unprotected and professed how badly he wanted another chance at fatherhood. He was so busy with his first children he felt he missed out. His parents moved from his hometown in Greece to help him and his wife raise the children. I gave in. I was 23 and wanted a child. I knew he could support that child comfortably. I was very naive.
I was induced and had a quiet lonely labor without him present. I moved in with my mother and raised my daughter quietly mostly on my own. (My pregnancy was kept secret until I gave birth) I loved her so much. My whole life felt changed. It was hard to cope having him pop in and out but I tried to believe his love and made it work. Anytime I asked him for more time he got angry and told me I was asking too much. He was becoming insecure and more controlling. He secretly put trackers on my car. Had my phones location and checked my phone regularly.
I broke it off because I resented my loneliness so much. I became close with a guy my age. He was compassionate, loved my daughter, and enjoyed being my friend. My ex partner discovered my relationship by having microphones and trackers on my car and diaper bag
I was trying to coparent with my partner but he makes it very difficult trying to bring me back to him. Eventually he convinced me to come back to him move out of my home and try to be a family. I give in and try my best to make this work. He is more insecure calling me insults. A whore for being with another man and that I have ruined everything he will never love me the same. He eventually calms down and we get into a little routine with very high ups and very low lows.
Fast forward I accidentally become pregnant with our second child. I was distraught. I didn’t know how I would handle two children on my own with little help. My pregnancy put me in the hospital a dozen times from extreme sickness which looking back was extreme anxiety. I wanted to terminate but I couldn’t afford it and he wouldn’t allow me to. He confessed the affair to his wife and he moved in fully with me. She threatened me and tried to confront me but I was very pregnant and sick I couldn’t handle it. He reassured me he was with me because the kids needed him. He promised he would never leave. I tried to be secure and be excited for our second child. We found out she was another girl. I was happier than I’d been in years.
A few days before I had our daughter his oldest child died in a tragic accident. I tried to wait and hold off going into labor before the funeral. I had my child the morning of his viewing.
Midnight I went into labor he had stumbled home after drinking and grieving. He tried to force sexual acts on me but I had to explain I was in labor. He yelled at me on the way to the hospital for being in so much pain I threw up in his car. He was so different. I chalked it up to his child dying I needed to let him go through it atleast he was here this time.
I had a very hard labor our daughter got stuck but she came three hours later. He seemed disassociated the whole birth. He left an hour after I had her to go home sleep and get ready for the viewing later. He patted my shoulder and said good job. I bit my lip and tried to be positive. My mother brought me home two days later
I learned to breastfeed and give my toddler attention. I never asked him to help me I was on my own again and I was determined to do it on my own. He was in between my house and his ex wives to help . They were both grieving I tried to be understanding but I was alone except for at night. I started resenting him and fighting more than ever before. He started going away on fishing trips more and more. He only came home for sex. I kept the house clean and tried to keep him happy with sex even if my body wasn’t ready. He was getting frustrated and pushing me away. He couldn’t accept my postpartum and said him being financially responsible was enough. I asked too much and I wasn’t happy all I did was bitch at him I was unappreciative I was a whore. Eventually nothings could be said. Maybe I’m wrong for bitching all the time I couldn’t stop I just wanted to pull him in and be there for him while he was grieving
I had a lot of suspicions. He started hating me. He insulted me and put me down sex started to hurt. He was different. I became different and angry when before I would pretend to be happy
It all ended a few days ago. He called on his way back from a fishing trip. He said we were done I pushed him away I caused this. After a lot of me begging for an explanation he finally told me he’s going back to his wife they need to support each other in their grief. He says I played a huge role in this and his child dying was karma for what we did. He packed all of his things and I came home to an empty house. I’m gutted and devastated.
Our last conversation he wants me to live in our current home that he owns and he will make a lease agreement I have to sign. I will not be doing that. I will be moving with my family an hour and a half away and filing emergency custody. I will let him have some time as well. One of the terms in his lease is that I have to agree to never have another man around our kids. I will never sign and let him control me again
How do I heal and coparent with this man that hurt me all these years.
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I am 26f and my ex partner is 69m.
That’s hard to type out and admit to the situation I’ve found myself in. This has been my biggest secret for years.
I met my partner at 19. I worked as a waitress at the barestaurant he owns. I had a lot of fun I was cute and I loved being around customers. My personality was sarcastic and charming. A lot of people became my friends there. He watched me a lot and he gave me uneasy vibes. I kept it to myself he was a known creep. I didn’t think much of it until I had turned 21 (still working as a waitress) and he started becoming inappropriate with me. He would touch me around corners and spaces where I couldn’t push him away or it would be obvious to others what he was doing. For some reason I didn’t want to get him caught. He stayed in a dark room next to the bathrooms when I went to go pee one drink night after work I was drinking with my coworkers. He held my wrists led me into the dark side of the room and forcibly made me make out with him. That was the beginning.
I didn’t have much family and what I did have was an addict mother and a distant dad. I didn’t have a good example or even anyone to talk to about this. He poured sweet words into my head and professed his love and honestly it felt nice. He had found out I was a virgin after our first encounter. I was too scared to tell him I didn’t want to look like a child. He treated me like a hookup. Once he found out I was a virgin and he was my first he had become obsessive with me.
I found out he was married and had children older than me. He gave me the same story any married man would give you and me being so struck by him I dealt with it. I know I’m wrong. I will be punished in life for what I’ve done emotionally to this other woman. I’m not a victim.
He convinced me to have his child. He was having sex with me unprotected and professed how badly he wanted another chance at fatherhood. He was so busy with his first children he felt he missed out. His parents moved from his hometown in Greece to help him and his wife raise the children. I gave in. I was 23 and wanted a child. I knew he could support that child comfortably. I was very naive.
I was induced and had a quiet lonely labor without him present. I moved in with my mother and raised my daughter quietly mostly on my own. (My pregnancy was kept secret until I gave birth) I loved her so much. My whole life felt changed. It was hard to cope having him pop in and out but I tried to believe his love and made it work. Anytime I asked him for more time he got angry and told me I was asking too much. He was becoming insecure and more controlling. He secretly put trackers on my car. Had my phones location and checked my phone regularly.
I broke it off because I resented my loneliness so much. I became close with a guy my age. He was compassionate, loved my daughter, and enjoyed being my friend. My ex partner discovered my relationship by having microphones and trackers on my car and diaper bag
I was trying to coparent with my partner but he makes it very difficult trying to bring me back to him. Eventually he convinced me to come back to him move out of my home and try to be a family. I give in and try my best to make this work. He is more insecure calling me insults. A whore for being with another man and that I have ruined everything he will never love me the same. He eventually calms down and we get into a little routine with very high ups and very low lows.
Fast forward I accidentally become pregnant with our second child. I was distraught. I didn’t know how I would handle two children on my own with little help. My pregnancy put me in the hospital a dozen times from extreme sickness which looking back was extreme anxiety. I wanted to terminate but I couldn’t afford it and he wouldn’t allow me to. He confessed the affair to his wife and he moved in fully with me. She threatened me and tried to confront me but I was very pregnant and sick I couldn’t handle it. He reassured me he was with me because the kids needed him. He promised he would never leave. I tried to be secure and be excited for our second child. We found out she was another girl. I was happier than I’d been in years.
A few days before I had our daughter his oldest child died in a tragic accident. I tried to wait and hold off going into labor before the funeral. I had my child the morning of his viewing.
Midnight I went into labor he had stumbled home after drinking and grieving. He tried to force sexual acts on me but I had to explain I was in labor. He yelled at me on the way to the hospital for being in so much pain I threw up in his car. He was so different. I chalked it up to his child dying I needed to let him go through it atleast he was here this time.
I had a very hard labor our daughter got stuck but she came three hours later. He seemed disassociated the whole birth. He left an hour after I had her to go home sleep and get ready for the viewing later. He patted my shoulder and said good job. I bit my lip and tried to be positive. My mother brought me home two days later
I learned to breastfeed and give my toddler attention. I never asked him to help me I was on my own again and I was determined to do it on my own. He was in between my house and his ex wives to help . They were both grieving I tried to be understanding but I was alone except for at night. I started resenting him and fighting more than ever before. He started going away on fishing trips more and more. He only came home for sex. I kept the house clean and tried to keep him happy with sex even if my body wasn’t ready. He was getting frustrated and pushing me away. He couldn’t accept my postpartum and said him being financially responsible was enough. I asked too much and I wasn’t happy all I did was bitch at him I was unappreciative I was a whore. Eventually nothings could be said. Maybe I’m wrong for bitching all the time I couldn’t stop I just wanted to pull him in and be there for him while he was grieving
I had a lot of suspicions. He started hating me. He insulted me and put me down sex started to hurt. He was different. I became different and angry when before I would pretend to be happy
It all ended a few days ago. He called on his way back from a fishing trip. He said we were done I pushed him away I caused this. After a lot of me begging for an explanation he finally told me he’s going back to his wife they need to support each other in their grief. He says I played a huge role in this and his child dying was karma for what we did. He packed all of his things and I came home to an empty house. I’m gutted and devastated.
Our last conversation he wants me to live in our current home that he owns and he will make a lease agreement I have to sign. I will not be doing that. I will be moving with my family an hour and a half away and filing emergency custody. I will let him have some time as well. One of the terms in his lease is that I have to agree to never have another man around our kids. I will never sign and let him control me again
How do I heal and coparent with this man that hurt me all these years.
2024.06.01 16:18 PolarBear0309 Releasing our cows
I've tried everything to heal this heartbreak and stop the incessant thoughts of this person. To stop wishing that things had been different, that I could go back in time to when he cared about me and I was the happiest. I've tried to find ways to ease the pain.
Yesterday I heard a story that gave me a little relief, thought I would share it. It's a story of the Buddha and some monks who come across a farmer. The farmer is very upset because he lost a dozen of his cows and he had other issues with his crops, he wanted to kill himself. The Buddha told the monks they should be glad they don't have any cows to lose and that is why they have joy.
"There are many things we are unable to leave behind, which trap us. In the beginning, we may think that they are vital to our happiness, but they may actually be obstacles to our true happiness, causing us to suffer. Freedom is the base of our happiness. We cannot be happy if we are trapped. Solidity and freedom are the authentic grounds of our happiness. That is why we have to practice to restore our freedom and create space around us. You must find the courage to let your cow go. Joy and happiness are born from releasing our cows." (Excerpt from The Path of Emancipation by Thich Nhat Hanh)
From the posts and from my own experience, as much "joy" as we feel when things are good with LO and from our fantasies about them or memories.. they do cause a lot of pain. They seem to be more of a cause of pain and suffering then of joy.
It's still a work in progress and just because I found this one perspective that give me some short term relief, the pain of rejection and not being good enough is still there.. I can accept the "cow" is gone, but now how do i accept that i wasn't good enough and like there's something so wrong with me that he couldn't be bothered to stay longer?.. even when i know i shouldn't put so much worth into his opinion because he's not the nicest person.. he can pretend to be one but ultimately he hurt me so much. no decent person would do that.. yet i still wish he'd seen some worth in me.. more than just something to be used for sex. I'm still working on that one.. and it's not just him. I don't think anyone sees any worth in me for more than sex.
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Yesterday I heard a story that gave me a little relief, thought I would share it. It's a story of the Buddha and some monks who come across a farmer. The farmer is very upset because he lost a dozen of his cows and he had other issues with his crops, he wanted to kill himself. The Buddha told the monks they should be glad they don't have any cows to lose and that is why they have joy.
"There are many things we are unable to leave behind, which trap us. In the beginning, we may think that they are vital to our happiness, but they may actually be obstacles to our true happiness, causing us to suffer. Freedom is the base of our happiness. We cannot be happy if we are trapped. Solidity and freedom are the authentic grounds of our happiness. That is why we have to practice to restore our freedom and create space around us. You must find the courage to let your cow go. Joy and happiness are born from releasing our cows." (Excerpt from The Path of Emancipation by Thich Nhat Hanh)
From the posts and from my own experience, as much "joy" as we feel when things are good with LO and from our fantasies about them or memories.. they do cause a lot of pain. They seem to be more of a cause of pain and suffering then of joy.
It's still a work in progress and just because I found this one perspective that give me some short term relief, the pain of rejection and not being good enough is still there.. I can accept the "cow" is gone, but now how do i accept that i wasn't good enough and like there's something so wrong with me that he couldn't be bothered to stay longer?.. even when i know i shouldn't put so much worth into his opinion because he's not the nicest person.. he can pretend to be one but ultimately he hurt me so much. no decent person would do that.. yet i still wish he'd seen some worth in me.. more than just something to be used for sex. I'm still working on that one.. and it's not just him. I don't think anyone sees any worth in me for more than sex.
2024.06.01 16:17 businesslem I feel like my best friend changed and losing interest since we started to play a roleplay game
A little background: we're friends for 4 years already, talked daily and spent almost every day together. We had our up and downs, but at the end of the day, we could talk about the problems and move on. Through these years, he became an incredibly important person in my life and allegedly it was mutual. We shared a lot of important, private elements of our lives and have amazing memories. Over the years, I expressed a lot of times how much I value this friendship. But this is something different which I feel like it's difficult to handle.
Long story short, about 4-5 months ago we started to play roleplay in GTA. I was never interested in it but he picked it up again after a few years and invited me to join, so I said let's try it.
For the first few occasions it was fun, fresh, everything was new of course. I met a lof of new, fun people and really enjoyed the experience. If you don't know how it looks, basically you're playing a character and act like that fictional person. Most of the time we moved together, sometimes separately, but our point of the game was to have fun together and share experiences like every time in the last few years.
However, after the first 1-2 weeks he started to move alone more often, probably he wanted to make new friendships or build his connections/charactestory, which is totally okay. He met new people every day, and he spent most of his time with them. He didn't communicate that though, nor talks about what's happening between them or what they're doing (probably he wants to keep it private and I don't force it). He usually only shares who he spends time with but nothing more. He became a popular person on the server but he doesn't include me in his "adventure".
I wanted to give him the space to do whatever he wants and despite I missed him during those sessions, I also made some new friends (they're only in-game friends though).
That'd be alright in itself, as this is what this game about, but I noticed we started to talk less and less outside of the game too, to a point where I don't feel like he's interested anymore - this is what makes it so painful. I already talked with him twice I'd like to spend a little bit more time together in-game, and it was better the next day, but everything went back to the previous state after that. So I dropped it and just accepted I give him more space and perhaps it gets better later. It didn't.
Sometimes he mentions how many people started to text him outside of the game as well and said he enjoys it very much. When we talk or text, he doesn't seem interested - he asks general questions but there's no proper reaction to keep the convo going. When I ask back, even if I'm making effort to give good topics to talk about (common interests, experiences like before) I get 2-3-word answers and it dies out.
On one hand, I feel bad for asking for more time because I want to respect his decision and enjoy his time, but on the other hand, I thought we're much closer than that, I never thought there's gonna be a significant distance between us due to a stupid game. I'm trying to be as far as possible from being needy but I think I already gave up so many boundaries and "expectations" that it's too much, it feels like I'm not valued.
I feel like I'm being replaced with virtual, mostly imaginery characters, who're playing someone else than themselves and not even real. In the last 1-2 weeks I can't sleep anymore, it hurts as much I'm crying every night and occasion because I don't know what should I do or how to handle it. It makes me feel like I'm worthless and thrown away.
The last thing I could think about to do is to talk with him how our relationship has changed since we play the game and how I'd like to be closer again. Or ask his opinion about our friendship and see what he says, I don't know.
TL;DR: Me and my best friend started to play roleplay, but since then, I feel like he slowly "fades away" and seems way less interested in me. It hurts and I don't know what to do.
I know one thing, I don't want to suffer more and even if it's gonna hurt a lot, I have to move on at some point.
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Long story short, about 4-5 months ago we started to play roleplay in GTA. I was never interested in it but he picked it up again after a few years and invited me to join, so I said let's try it.
For the first few occasions it was fun, fresh, everything was new of course. I met a lof of new, fun people and really enjoyed the experience. If you don't know how it looks, basically you're playing a character and act like that fictional person. Most of the time we moved together, sometimes separately, but our point of the game was to have fun together and share experiences like every time in the last few years.
However, after the first 1-2 weeks he started to move alone more often, probably he wanted to make new friendships or build his connections/charactestory, which is totally okay. He met new people every day, and he spent most of his time with them. He didn't communicate that though, nor talks about what's happening between them or what they're doing (probably he wants to keep it private and I don't force it). He usually only shares who he spends time with but nothing more. He became a popular person on the server but he doesn't include me in his "adventure".
I wanted to give him the space to do whatever he wants and despite I missed him during those sessions, I also made some new friends (they're only in-game friends though).
That'd be alright in itself, as this is what this game about, but I noticed we started to talk less and less outside of the game too, to a point where I don't feel like he's interested anymore - this is what makes it so painful. I already talked with him twice I'd like to spend a little bit more time together in-game, and it was better the next day, but everything went back to the previous state after that. So I dropped it and just accepted I give him more space and perhaps it gets better later. It didn't.
Sometimes he mentions how many people started to text him outside of the game as well and said he enjoys it very much. When we talk or text, he doesn't seem interested - he asks general questions but there's no proper reaction to keep the convo going. When I ask back, even if I'm making effort to give good topics to talk about (common interests, experiences like before) I get 2-3-word answers and it dies out.
On one hand, I feel bad for asking for more time because I want to respect his decision and enjoy his time, but on the other hand, I thought we're much closer than that, I never thought there's gonna be a significant distance between us due to a stupid game. I'm trying to be as far as possible from being needy but I think I already gave up so many boundaries and "expectations" that it's too much, it feels like I'm not valued.
I feel like I'm being replaced with virtual, mostly imaginery characters, who're playing someone else than themselves and not even real. In the last 1-2 weeks I can't sleep anymore, it hurts as much I'm crying every night and occasion because I don't know what should I do or how to handle it. It makes me feel like I'm worthless and thrown away.
The last thing I could think about to do is to talk with him how our relationship has changed since we play the game and how I'd like to be closer again. Or ask his opinion about our friendship and see what he says, I don't know.
TL;DR: Me and my best friend started to play roleplay, but since then, I feel like he slowly "fades away" and seems way less interested in me. It hurts and I don't know what to do.
I know one thing, I don't want to suffer more and even if it's gonna hurt a lot, I have to move on at some point.
2024.06.01 16:16 hollyock Bipolar 1. Question about presentation, meds and lingering symptoms. is it more?
My son is 23, and after a long 3 years of mostly mania which was misdiagnosed as ocd for most of that time until it got worse, he was diagnosed bipolar 1 “mild”.
Here is a background of his symptoms, he’s pretty open with me about them. It started just after or just before he graduated. That summer he wrote a trilogy which was honestly good. When a lot of people think mania and writing you’d expect the rantings of a mad man. Then he had a tshirt buisness. He’s always been super creative and just dives in to what ever he’s passionate about. I suspected autism but he excelled in school and guess I was waiting for the teachers to say hey he’s on the spectrum and they never did so I was like maybe I’m paranoid. Im not I still think he’s on the spectrum. His tshirt work was amazing also. He was in a band as well and they released a record locally and then they broke up I think due to his behavior I’m sure he wanted creative control. They are still friends tho. first year of college he changed his major 3 times whilst still doing all the things above and honestly it seemed good but his energy felt manic so I was actually worried. I’m an RN with er background so I’ve seen some psych. I was just watching Hoping it was just Unbridled youth. It started to morph into ocd like obsessions with his appearance, disordered eating and what appeared to be religious ocd. During this time I was watching and assessing and talking to him thinking maybe he was getting burnt out or something that talking can fix. Then he calls me and he said mom I think I need mental health help. I made an appointment and he was seen by a nurse practitioner and he dx him with ocd with delusions. He can be slightly delusional but it’s more wildly idealistic and when presented with facts he appears to accept facts with a bit of pushback. Most of his delusions are religious in nature. He tends to invent ideas about god that are not the standard accepted doctrine.
Then he sort of went back to being chill. He’s never fully chill. So I was like this isn’t ocd. Ocd doesn’t stop. He talks to himself a lot .. I do to and so does my other son. We both have adhd. When he does it tho it creeps me out so I asked him if he is hearing anything we don’t. He maintains he’s not having auditory or visual hallucinations. That seemed to be happening more and then he couldn’t sleep and was constantly agitated and apologizing for Being short with everyone. He had to sleep in my room under a weighted blanket loaded up n Benadryl to get a couple hours sleep. Then the self harm started and si. So I took him to the psych hospital 3 times. The third time they kept him and dx him with bipolar 1. They had him follow up with an np and he’s on vraylar 1.5 and Wellbutrin. He never gets fully depressed it’s mixed. The si remains persistent.
Now to my question. He is not well. He functions. He seems hypomanic and depressed at the same. The meds seem to be just barely keeping him ok. He presents well and goes to the np and tells her everything is good. He was reluctant to take meds and I had to be like you have to or move out. He takes them wo issue now. He’s been going out with a new girl from tinder every night, he went to some weird rave thing and met a trans woman and for like 2 days said he was dating her. Then (since that is not his preference) said yea that was weird and went out with another tinder date and didnt come home till 6 am. He’s experimented with hard drugs too. None of this is like him.
I said I think you may be manic and should go get your meds adjusted. He said no I’m depressed so I’m going out and fighting it. He cant be bothered to go get a second opinion with an md. He’s lost in the sauce. Not sure how to help
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Here is a background of his symptoms, he’s pretty open with me about them. It started just after or just before he graduated. That summer he wrote a trilogy which was honestly good. When a lot of people think mania and writing you’d expect the rantings of a mad man. Then he had a tshirt buisness. He’s always been super creative and just dives in to what ever he’s passionate about. I suspected autism but he excelled in school and guess I was waiting for the teachers to say hey he’s on the spectrum and they never did so I was like maybe I’m paranoid. Im not I still think he’s on the spectrum. His tshirt work was amazing also. He was in a band as well and they released a record locally and then they broke up I think due to his behavior I’m sure he wanted creative control. They are still friends tho. first year of college he changed his major 3 times whilst still doing all the things above and honestly it seemed good but his energy felt manic so I was actually worried. I’m an RN with er background so I’ve seen some psych. I was just watching Hoping it was just Unbridled youth. It started to morph into ocd like obsessions with his appearance, disordered eating and what appeared to be religious ocd. During this time I was watching and assessing and talking to him thinking maybe he was getting burnt out or something that talking can fix. Then he calls me and he said mom I think I need mental health help. I made an appointment and he was seen by a nurse practitioner and he dx him with ocd with delusions. He can be slightly delusional but it’s more wildly idealistic and when presented with facts he appears to accept facts with a bit of pushback. Most of his delusions are religious in nature. He tends to invent ideas about god that are not the standard accepted doctrine.
Then he sort of went back to being chill. He’s never fully chill. So I was like this isn’t ocd. Ocd doesn’t stop. He talks to himself a lot .. I do to and so does my other son. We both have adhd. When he does it tho it creeps me out so I asked him if he is hearing anything we don’t. He maintains he’s not having auditory or visual hallucinations. That seemed to be happening more and then he couldn’t sleep and was constantly agitated and apologizing for Being short with everyone. He had to sleep in my room under a weighted blanket loaded up n Benadryl to get a couple hours sleep. Then the self harm started and si. So I took him to the psych hospital 3 times. The third time they kept him and dx him with bipolar 1. They had him follow up with an np and he’s on vraylar 1.5 and Wellbutrin. He never gets fully depressed it’s mixed. The si remains persistent.
Now to my question. He is not well. He functions. He seems hypomanic and depressed at the same. The meds seem to be just barely keeping him ok. He presents well and goes to the np and tells her everything is good. He was reluctant to take meds and I had to be like you have to or move out. He takes them wo issue now. He’s been going out with a new girl from tinder every night, he went to some weird rave thing and met a trans woman and for like 2 days said he was dating her. Then (since that is not his preference) said yea that was weird and went out with another tinder date and didnt come home till 6 am. He’s experimented with hard drugs too. None of this is like him.
I said I think you may be manic and should go get your meds adjusted. He said no I’m depressed so I’m going out and fighting it. He cant be bothered to go get a second opinion with an md. He’s lost in the sauce. Not sure how to help
2024.06.01 16:16 stackedstash AITA for refusing to pay this girl I hooked up with
So I met this girl on tinder, she was slim, tall and was blessed with beautiful curvy features- you could say she was slim-thick, just as I like. We talked for like 2 days on the app and slowly the conversation started becoming freaky 🍑😈
We then agreed that we need to put our fantasies into practice and see if we can match the bed prowess we each claimed to have. So we agreed to hook up in an Airbnb in Ngara, at 5pm on a Sunday after we had each attended our respective church services, praise the lord 🙏🏾
The problem was this girl was coming from deep in Kitengela, and she insisted that I pay her 3k “facilitation fee” to arrive to the destination.. Under the mental fog of pre-nut disclarity, I agreed, on condition that she arrived on time so we could have sufficient time to fulfill our biological inclinations. I am a corporate dude and the next day being a Monday, I had to get home on time to get ready for the work week 💼🧑🏾💻
So on Sunday after church, I payed for the Bnb and waited for her. I arrived at 3pm and made myself comfortable. At 5:30pm she hadn’t arrived and neither had she texted me to tell me that she would be late. At 6pm I started getting impatient 😤😤
This is when she told me she was in a matatu at Mlolongo, and she needed to get to town and get on a boda, which I knew would take no less than an 1.5 hours 🤦🏾♂️
7pm came and she told me she was just arriving in town, and now she had to look for a boda. I got angry knowing that even if she came, we would have less than half an hour to engage as I had to be home by 9pm.
At this point I told her to just go back home. Long story short, she demanded her “facilitation fee” and I reminded her that she did not respect my time, and we did not even get to do what was bringing us together.
After cursing me like a dog, I blocked her and went home, leaving the Bnb cleaner than I found it because I made it super neat in expectation of the damsel. The Bnb host must have wondered if she had hosted an angel whose feet don’t touch the ground 😇 I took the cost of the Bnb as a loss.
So, was I the asshole for refusing to pay the non-punctual lady her facilitation fee from Kitengela?
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We then agreed that we need to put our fantasies into practice and see if we can match the bed prowess we each claimed to have. So we agreed to hook up in an Airbnb in Ngara, at 5pm on a Sunday after we had each attended our respective church services, praise the lord 🙏🏾
The problem was this girl was coming from deep in Kitengela, and she insisted that I pay her 3k “facilitation fee” to arrive to the destination.. Under the mental fog of pre-nut disclarity, I agreed, on condition that she arrived on time so we could have sufficient time to fulfill our biological inclinations. I am a corporate dude and the next day being a Monday, I had to get home on time to get ready for the work week 💼🧑🏾💻
So on Sunday after church, I payed for the Bnb and waited for her. I arrived at 3pm and made myself comfortable. At 5:30pm she hadn’t arrived and neither had she texted me to tell me that she would be late. At 6pm I started getting impatient 😤😤
This is when she told me she was in a matatu at Mlolongo, and she needed to get to town and get on a boda, which I knew would take no less than an 1.5 hours 🤦🏾♂️
7pm came and she told me she was just arriving in town, and now she had to look for a boda. I got angry knowing that even if she came, we would have less than half an hour to engage as I had to be home by 9pm.
At this point I told her to just go back home. Long story short, she demanded her “facilitation fee” and I reminded her that she did not respect my time, and we did not even get to do what was bringing us together.
After cursing me like a dog, I blocked her and went home, leaving the Bnb cleaner than I found it because I made it super neat in expectation of the damsel. The Bnb host must have wondered if she had hosted an angel whose feet don’t touch the ground 😇 I took the cost of the Bnb as a loss.
So, was I the asshole for refusing to pay the non-punctual lady her facilitation fee from Kitengela?
2024.06.01 16:13 KittyandPuppyMama Please don’t feel pressured or shamed.
I’m not a regretful parent, but I had an experience that I thought would be valuable to people here. A bit about me, I’m a single mom to a 2-month old baby girl. I struggle with OCD, depression and anxiety.
A few days after my daughter was born, my old dog suddenly got sick out of nowhere. Hormones raging, I was sobbing all over the place and I felt like she got sick because she thought I was replacing her with the baby and didn’t love her anymore. I also couldn’t drive her to the vet because I just had a c section and was in a lot of pain/on meds.
My cousins was nice enough to take me to the vet, and I spent the whole time staring at the clock thinking about if I’d be home in time for the next breastfeeding. I was a mess. Anyway, we got to talking, and she told me that her mom was really pressuring her to have a baby. She was a newlywed, and both of them were very into their careers and happy with their dog parent lifestyle.
I guess long story short, her mom was trying to get her to spend time with me, hoping she’d see how fun motherhood is and it would entice her. But let me tell you as a new mom, the LAST person to convince anyone to have a baby is a new mom, at least if she’s being honest. I was barely a week postpartum, leaking boob milk everywhere, crying in a waiting room at 1 in the morning.
It is hard. It is very very hard. It’s hard if you have a partner and it’s hard if you do it alone. It’s hard if you have a family support system and it’s hard if you don’t have a family support system. Personally I’m estranged from my mother, and my father passed a long time ago, and that has been insanely painful as well.
You will hear from moms who don’t regret motherhood that you’ll come around, that your life doesn’t begin until you have kids, that the instinct will override everything etc etc. But I’m here to say as someone who doesn’t regret one second of it: this is NOT for everyone. I can understand why people lose their shit. I can understand why people don’t want to do it. And while I don’t condone my own mom’s abuse, I can look back now and see that she never should have had me. She didn’t understand what it took at all, and was unwilling to learn. I would have been better if she gave me up and left me with my dad—I would have thanked her for it honestly.
Please don’t feel shame if you don’t want kids, and please don’t feel shame if you regret that you did. Your feelings are valid. This shit is hard.
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A few days after my daughter was born, my old dog suddenly got sick out of nowhere. Hormones raging, I was sobbing all over the place and I felt like she got sick because she thought I was replacing her with the baby and didn’t love her anymore. I also couldn’t drive her to the vet because I just had a c section and was in a lot of pain/on meds.
My cousins was nice enough to take me to the vet, and I spent the whole time staring at the clock thinking about if I’d be home in time for the next breastfeeding. I was a mess. Anyway, we got to talking, and she told me that her mom was really pressuring her to have a baby. She was a newlywed, and both of them were very into their careers and happy with their dog parent lifestyle.
I guess long story short, her mom was trying to get her to spend time with me, hoping she’d see how fun motherhood is and it would entice her. But let me tell you as a new mom, the LAST person to convince anyone to have a baby is a new mom, at least if she’s being honest. I was barely a week postpartum, leaking boob milk everywhere, crying in a waiting room at 1 in the morning.
It is hard. It is very very hard. It’s hard if you have a partner and it’s hard if you do it alone. It’s hard if you have a family support system and it’s hard if you don’t have a family support system. Personally I’m estranged from my mother, and my father passed a long time ago, and that has been insanely painful as well.
You will hear from moms who don’t regret motherhood that you’ll come around, that your life doesn’t begin until you have kids, that the instinct will override everything etc etc. But I’m here to say as someone who doesn’t regret one second of it: this is NOT for everyone. I can understand why people lose their shit. I can understand why people don’t want to do it. And while I don’t condone my own mom’s abuse, I can look back now and see that she never should have had me. She didn’t understand what it took at all, and was unwilling to learn. I would have been better if she gave me up and left me with my dad—I would have thanked her for it honestly.
Please don’t feel shame if you don’t want kids, and please don’t feel shame if you regret that you did. Your feelings are valid. This shit is hard.
2024.06.01 16:13 swallowtail Annoying things about fantasy football - off-season post
With running in shorts season upon us I've been reminded of some of the things that annoy me the most in fantasy football.
I've been playing for well over a decade and a degenerate like the rest but the doesn't mean some things still don't bother me everytime...
It annoys me when you read or listen to some experts waiver wire thread. Go and pick up one of their guys they've convinced you is a must have ("spend >50% of you FAAB on!"). Then literally the next day in their start and sit column or news letter they'll describe the guy as "just some guy, middling talent, unlike to get any touches". Like waiver wire guys aren't supposed to be stars but come on have some consistency in your take. I know better to just ignore these discrepancies but still annoys me ever time.
Lesser so but when you read a "Who should I stash" off season dynasty thread. Dudes will clamor ontop of each other saying "I was so impressed by" or "I've picked him up everywhere he's going to break out!" and you go do some analysis on this guy and he's a 170lb scat back with pass blocking issues and couldn't catch the ball in college. Like again we're deep diving but I wish I was smoking some of the hopium these guys are on.
That's it for me. What are some of the things that annoy you about this game we obsess over?
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I've been playing for well over a decade and a degenerate like the rest but the doesn't mean some things still don't bother me everytime...
It annoys me when you read or listen to some experts waiver wire thread. Go and pick up one of their guys they've convinced you is a must have ("spend >50% of you FAAB on!"). Then literally the next day in their start and sit column or news letter they'll describe the guy as "just some guy, middling talent, unlike to get any touches". Like waiver wire guys aren't supposed to be stars but come on have some consistency in your take. I know better to just ignore these discrepancies but still annoys me ever time.
Lesser so but when you read a "Who should I stash" off season dynasty thread. Dudes will clamor ontop of each other saying "I was so impressed by" or "I've picked him up everywhere he's going to break out!" and you go do some analysis on this guy and he's a 170lb scat back with pass blocking issues and couldn't catch the ball in college. Like again we're deep diving but I wish I was smoking some of the hopium these guys are on.
That's it for me. What are some of the things that annoy you about this game we obsess over?
2024.06.01 16:13 Big-Potential4581 Seems to me someone (whale) conglomerate or what have you is laying down a serious gauntlet.
What if they're not supposed to close. Hear me out. To me, this feels like a major buyer of the 20 call options is trying to close out their inherited short position, and while doing so, it causes a few to go bankrupt by being stubborn.
I don't know about you, but if I was short positioned and I kept seeing non-stop 20 calls being bought up 5000 contracts at a time, and they kept buying the same strike price week after week then they bought 5000 more contracts at 30 I'd be nervous as fuk.
Seems to me someone (whale) conglomerate or what have you is laying down a serious gauntlet. There's bound to be someone holding those bags. (Not retail)
We're talking about some serious money moves right now. Someone is buying 500k batches of calls at a clip, and they are not hiding this fact.
They wanted the world to see it clearly or they wouldn't have been done in this fashion. *There's so many ways to hide these trades, but they didn't hide them in any way. They didn't break them up. They didn't enter multiple strikes.
*In fact, they are extremely confident that the 20 call and now the 30s will be expected to be there @ that strike plus or they wouldn't be buying 10s of millions of dollars as openly as they are.
Are the MM about to go to battle with SHF. I think so. I think this has already started. Only this time, there's one MM that understands the plan and is in 100% with that plan.
Somebody flipped, and if you can't see that, this is now a power move to at least bust up one major short position that, in turn, has a dominant domino finger ready to push this whole thing over. * This would create massive buying pressure, but right now, this is controlled ...it's staying in a channel right now that is bullish, IMHO.
Someone has a short position that is too big to fail, and now has been throwing everything they've got into closing it. Only they need a big friendly MM to back this play.
This is all speculation at this point. I'm speaking out loud, but what if the plan is to let GME run hard from 20 only to start this whole thing over at a much higher price target.
In other words, they let this run up based on the huge options contracts being bought. Along the way, they catch some of these shares by exercising, but those FTDs are gonna be high %. Continuing the buying pressure much higher.
If the stock breaks loose, they stand to make even more on those contracts selling those back and now using that cash hoard to buy more shares in the open market.
At some point in time for whomever survives, this run (kill shot implemented) some shorts will die on the vine.
The remaining monsters that are still alive would what? You guessed it, flip the strategy, and begin a new short position at a way higher price like they have in the past.
We don't have all the information at this point in time, but whoever has all those call contracts equating to 100s of millions will have to file. They will be over 5% owners of Gamestop, maybe even more than 5%.
Hopium? Maybe. But there's a lot of information lining up to support this or something very close to this IMHO.
If you have time this weekend, I recommend you go through Richard Newtons YouTube page and look through his amazing Excel sheet concerning options and swap data. It's extensive, but I agree with him. There's a repeated cycle, and now we could be in the most explosive portion of this cycle, considering all this new information concerning these massive 20 and 30 call options.
*We have never seen anything like this before. Not exactly like this. It's very similar to the Jan 2021 setup *(chart wise), but this actually looks better to me.
This is not investment advice in any way. This is my humble opinion with a little Hopium, current information, and massive data pool on swaps and option information from the past and present view.
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I don't know about you, but if I was short positioned and I kept seeing non-stop 20 calls being bought up 5000 contracts at a time, and they kept buying the same strike price week after week then they bought 5000 more contracts at 30 I'd be nervous as fuk.
Seems to me someone (whale) conglomerate or what have you is laying down a serious gauntlet. There's bound to be someone holding those bags. (Not retail)
We're talking about some serious money moves right now. Someone is buying 500k batches of calls at a clip, and they are not hiding this fact.
They wanted the world to see it clearly or they wouldn't have been done in this fashion. *There's so many ways to hide these trades, but they didn't hide them in any way. They didn't break them up. They didn't enter multiple strikes.
*In fact, they are extremely confident that the 20 call and now the 30s will be expected to be there @ that strike plus or they wouldn't be buying 10s of millions of dollars as openly as they are.
Are the MM about to go to battle with SHF. I think so. I think this has already started. Only this time, there's one MM that understands the plan and is in 100% with that plan.
Somebody flipped, and if you can't see that, this is now a power move to at least bust up one major short position that, in turn, has a dominant domino finger ready to push this whole thing over. * This would create massive buying pressure, but right now, this is controlled ...it's staying in a channel right now that is bullish, IMHO.
Someone has a short position that is too big to fail, and now has been throwing everything they've got into closing it. Only they need a big friendly MM to back this play.
This is all speculation at this point. I'm speaking out loud, but what if the plan is to let GME run hard from 20 only to start this whole thing over at a much higher price target.
In other words, they let this run up based on the huge options contracts being bought. Along the way, they catch some of these shares by exercising, but those FTDs are gonna be high %. Continuing the buying pressure much higher.
If the stock breaks loose, they stand to make even more on those contracts selling those back and now using that cash hoard to buy more shares in the open market.
At some point in time for whomever survives, this run (kill shot implemented) some shorts will die on the vine.
The remaining monsters that are still alive would what? You guessed it, flip the strategy, and begin a new short position at a way higher price like they have in the past.
We don't have all the information at this point in time, but whoever has all those call contracts equating to 100s of millions will have to file. They will be over 5% owners of Gamestop, maybe even more than 5%.
Hopium? Maybe. But there's a lot of information lining up to support this or something very close to this IMHO.
If you have time this weekend, I recommend you go through Richard Newtons YouTube page and look through his amazing Excel sheet concerning options and swap data. It's extensive, but I agree with him. There's a repeated cycle, and now we could be in the most explosive portion of this cycle, considering all this new information concerning these massive 20 and 30 call options.
*We have never seen anything like this before. Not exactly like this. It's very similar to the Jan 2021 setup *(chart wise), but this actually looks better to me.
This is not investment advice in any way. This is my humble opinion with a little Hopium, current information, and massive data pool on swaps and option information from the past and present view.
2024.06.01 16:12 Quantum_Heresy Thoughts on the Flag of the Republic of Stakhanov (2014-2015)?
 | https://preview.redd.it/1s2o6nugxy3d1.jpg?width=794&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5f93dfc19c3f5058e466948aff28bea71ee4b07f submitted by Quantum_Heresy to vexillology [link] [comments] Flag of the Republic of Stakhanov, a short-lived “Cossack Republic” proclaimed in Kadiivka, Ukraine in 2014. The emergence of the Republic followed from tensions between leading figures of the Don Cossacks and the Luhansk People's Republic, in which “People’s Commander” Pavel Dremov translated popular resentment against both the Kremlin-backed breakaway state and the Ukrainian government into support for secession. The Republic of Stakhanov was dissolved with the killing of Dremov by a car bomb in 2015, and its territory reincorporated into the LPR. The flag features the image of Christ within a cruciform halo and surrounded by text reading ‘Всевеликое Войско Донское’ (The Almighty Don Host) and ‘Спаси и сохрани’ (Save and Preserve). Thoughts or feelings? I honestly think we could use more icons slapped on our flags. |
2024.06.01 16:12 Future_Adagio2052 Gordon vs Isaac Clarke: why it is actually AWESOME!
 | submitted by Future_Adagio2052 to DeathBattleMatchups [link] [comments] you may have seen or heard about this before but let me tell you why its awesome! SECTION 1: CONNECTIONS (this was made by u/Nevin3Tears who made the connections so all due credit goes to him) Full Connections List: Both are badass, alien-killing science fiction protagonists who were originally every-men forced into situations that were out of their control (Black Mesa Incident and Ishimura Outbreak respectively). They were both from games that were heavily innovative for their respective genre. Half-Life was the first FPS game to build an immersive setting rather than just be a shooting gallery like it's predecessors (Doom and Quake), Dead Space pushed for procedural enemy placement and the removal of a HUD in contrast to it's predecessors. (Resident Evil) Both worked for scientifically revolutionary corporations who studied alien technology (Black Mesa studied Xen and the Concordance Extraction Corporation studied the 3A Marker) that were sabotaged from within by enigmatic groups (The G-Man's employers and Unitologists) that manipulated the head of the facility where the incident occurred (Administrator Wallace Breen of Black Mesa and Captain Benjamin Mathius of the USG Ishimura) to go forward with the plans of said groups. Both companies had dissenters who realized the danger of the what the company was doing early on (Eli Vance and Terrence Kyne), both had previous relationships with the saboteurs (The G-Man and Eli Vance spoke immediately before the incident occurred, Terrence Kyne worked with Challus Mercer reluctantly before the outbreak occurred), and both work with the protagonists to fix the mistakes they indirectly caused and are killed in the process (Eli is killed by an Advisor in Half-Life 2: Episode Two and Terrence Kyne is killed by Kendra Daniels in Dead Space 1) Both are highly intelligent in their respective field (Gordon Freeman is a Theoretical Physicist who graduated from MIT with a PhD in said field, Isaac Clarke graduated with a Bachelor's Degree in Mechanical and Electrical Engineering with an unknown Alumni). Despite this, however, they're both overqualified for the positions they're in (Gordon Freeman is reduced to pushing buttons and pushing a cart into a port, Isaac is reduced to hacking doors and producing damage reports). They are betrayed by female members of their team who are double agents of an enemy faction within the game (Judith Mossman is a double agent for the Combine, Kendra Daniels is a double agent for EarthGov). However, both of these women had ultimately noble goals that makes the player sympathize with them (Mossman was working with the Combine to ensure Eli's safety, Daniels worked with EarthGov to ensure that the Marker would be kept secure and contained from Unitologists). Both were considered high-priority targets for a military coverup operation (The Hazardous Environment Combat Unit of the USMC considered Freeman their #1 target for the vast majority of the Black Mesa Incident due to killing huge swathes of their troops, The EarthGov security force also considered Clarke an extremely high-priority target due to his objective of destroying the Marker which was considered threatening by director Tiedemann). However, against all odds, they manage to overcome this despite being massively outnumbered and outgunned, eventually forcing both groups into retreat and disarray. After making their way into the alien-world where their respective incidents originated (Xen and Aegis IIV), they end up stopping the situation by destroying the being that led the invasion in the first place (The Nihilanth led the assault on Earth by commanding the Xenian military force (Vortigaunts, Alien Grunts, etc.) throughout the Incident, The Hivemind on Aegis IIV commanded the Necromorph horde during their assault on the USG Ishimura). After these beings were defeated, the entire invasion force fell apart (literally in the Necromorph's case) as no reinforcements could be delivered. After the end of their first game, both are placed into long periods of stasis against their will (The G-Man recruited Gordon for his employers due to his aptitude during the incident, Isaac was caught stranded in Space and was forcibly placed in stasis for 3 years due to his growing instability). After being awakened, both find themselves in large, futuristic cities (City 17 and Titan Station) governed by tyrannical rulers (Wallace Breen and Hans Tiedemann). Both end up ultimately killing these said tyrants at the end of their second game, unintentionally destroying their cities as well (The death of Hans Tiedemann ultimately resulted in the complete destruction of Titan Station, The death of Wallace Breen resulted in the destruction of City 17 due to the citadel core imploding). Around the start of their second game, both of them meet likable female characters who eventually become their closest companion throughout the rest of the series (Alyx Vance and Ellie Langford are both considered the deuratagonists of their respective series). Both are haunted by enigmatic reminders of their decisions throughout their second games (The G-Man is constantly watching Gordon throughout the entirety of Half-Life 2, appearing in locations that are impossible for the player to reach conventionally. He serves as a reminder of Gordon's decision to accept his offer at the end of the first game. On the other hand, Isaac is consistently haunted by Nicole's hallucination throughout the entire game, serving as a reminder of his decision to blame Nicole for the death of his parents), however, both eventually break free of this by the start of the next game (The Vortigaunts cut off Gordon's link to the G-Man at the start of HL2: Episode One, and Isaac destroying the Marker at the end of Dead Space 2 ends his hallucinations of Nicole). Both of their most iconic weapons were not originally designed for combat in the slightest (The Crowbar is a simple repair tool, the Plasma Cutter is a basic mining tool), however, they became combat-efficient due to the innovative thinking of their wielders. Both have Gravity-manipulation tools that were originally designed for heavy lifting (The Gravity Gun and Kinesis) but became combat-efficient, again, due to to the intuition and creative thinking of their wearers. Both of them received critically acclaimed remakes in the past few years that are often cited among the best remakes ever made (Black Mesa was released in 2020, Dead Space was released in 2023). Both of them have an infamous history with the number 3. Dead Space 3 is a mess that killed the franchise until the remake came out, and Half-Life 3 is one of the most hyped up and memed games of all time because of how many people want it. Basically, EA can count to 3, but they can't pronounce it right, Valve can't count to 3 at all. SECTION 2: fight potential So now the connections are done we get to the next section which is the fight potential and dynamic which is what i’ll be explaining Both gordon and isaac obviously have guns to use against each other but we need to go more in depth For starters why would both fight each other? well it's pretty simple in the events of dead space 2 isaac suffered from hallucinations from the events of the first game and with gordon being silent it's easy to assume isaac would deem him a threat and try to attack him The fight could start with both of them using their simpler weapons such as gordons mp7 and isaacs plasma cutter as the battle would be each of them trying to reach each other and you could easily have both of them use there other weapons for gordon you could have him use the crossbow and for isaac you could have him use the pulse rifle and before any of them reaches the other they get knocked out as we get to the next escalation The next stage of the fight can be them waking up as they are overrun by either necromorphs or headcrab zombies as they stop fighting each other and fight the hoard which the commissioned track by brandon yates shows as a general idea around 2:05 https://youtu.be/DX48ImC1lXY?si=jJaI8j6tl7rgGuXO You can have both use there more closer ranged guns such as the SPAS-12 for gordon and the handheld ore cutter line gun for isaac as they kill the undead horde you can even have a scene where one of them runs out of ammo and the other person throws one at them. Eventually after the battle is over both turn the guns on each other as they resume the gun fight with both using their more explosive weapons such as the rpg and supercollider contact beam until they get sucked out of space. With this you could have a reference to the zero g sections in dead space where both of them are fighting in space maybe have isaac try to strangle gordon but he retaliates by using his crowbar against him which leads them to land on a station Which leads to the final stage where with both of them exhausted and out of options they start using their biggest weapons……..gravity! Both start using the area around them with gordon using his gravity gun and isaac his kinesis as they throw projectiles at the other person gravely injuring each other in the process as they find the final projectile each uses there weapon however a tug of war ensures as they try desperately to hold on against the other. There are 2 ways this ends either 1 gordon wins the tug of war as he launches it against isaac impaling him as he looks up at gordon who beats him with a crowbar ie hunt down the freeman style while if isaac wins he launches the kinesis at gordon impaling him as he looks up at isaac who stomps on him ie what he does in the games I hope this short visualisation helps show how their arsenals can bounce off of each other and better yet you even have more shit both can use against the other that i didn't such as isaacs stasis and gordons tau cannon. SECTION 3: DEBATE Surprisingly this matchup is very debatable with both having advantages and disadvantages against the other such as gordon having the advantage of having multiple ways to bypass isaacs armour and being able to hard counter with his gravity gun however he has less diversity in terms of abilities and is far weaker and less durable than isaac and isaac having the advantage of having a bigger and more versatile arsenal then gordon and being much stronger and more durable in general compared to him however he is less skilled and agile compared to gordon and gordon's HEV suits shield has the better defensive options Like before i hope this short description helped give you the idea on the debate and if you want to know more then i would heavily suggest checking out this blog which describes it in much better detail than i could https://www.reddit.com/DeathBattleMatchups/comments/1czug0g4_death_battle_fan_blogspredictions_gordon/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button SECTION 4: MUSIC POTENTIAL While both half life and dead space are different in terms of music you still have ways to make the music potential work as shown with these 2 here https://youtu.be/z3qEUkrJ6lE?si=rBlqoay7YX7zHVdo https://youtu.be/Nz6_Zprm9AI?si=zVXvEtn1WW-3D58d Having the music start with a slow atmospheric beginning reminisce of the dead space games https://youtu.be/Q2suSUMgROY?si=nHMo4zmg0Wwo5LHd but as it goes on it slowly turns to a more action heavy soundtrack akin to the half life https://youtu.be/7eXuoJD0cTc?si=R1YMMoRmgkovOc-F An even better example is the commissioned track made by Brandon himself! https://youtu.be/DX48ImC1lXY?si=QKnAY4XF4X5fHYJV The track starts off slow but more tension builds up as it goes on until in 2:05 where it becomes action heavy until it goes goes back to the tension before hand as it builds up with big thuds until the final thud where the track ends As said before hand i hope i helped explain how both dead space and half life music can work for a good escalation of a track and please do check out marked for life and give it a listen SECTION 5: INTERACTION POTENTIAL Now this is sort of a weakness of the matchup as Gordon doesn't talk however there are ways to make this work through other methods Such as using Gordon's facial expressions to visualise what he feels/says without saying a word as his actions speak louder than his words both in the story and in the game. you can easily make this work with his models and especially his newer one from half life alyx With Isaac he does talk however you can also use body language to also visualise what he feels/says without saying a word this should be very easy to do and you can also use facial expressions thanks to his newer model from the dead space 1 remake! So overall while interaction potential is a bit iffy you can certainly make it work through other methods which wouldn't be out of character for either to use SECTION 6: CLOSING/FINAL THOUGHTS For a legacy match up that's over 10 years old (no seriously the matchups first ever mention was all the way back in fucking 2012 https://www.reddit.com/DeathBattleMatchups/comments/1c2oljw/the_first_ever_mention_of_gordon_freeman_vs_isaac/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button like goddamn) It actually holds up surprisingly well with good connections and fight dynamic to back it up showing how it managed to hold the test of time To sum up what I said, the connections show the similarities of both characters as ordinary men thrusted into terrifying situations which changed them both. a fight dynamic showing how both of them can bounce off of each other. A debate showing both of their advantages and disadvantages and the win cons. The music potential of both series and how it can mix well together. And finally interaction potential which while a weak point is definitely salvageable and can work if we use other methods. So overall I wanted to continue and finish this post since I really like this match up and I think it deserves more love and again HUGE thank you to Nevin who wrote the connections for this mu and allowed me to make the rest of it and anyways thank you for anyone who read to this point and hopefully it will become an amazing episode.....if that ever comes out that is. |
2024.06.01 16:12 TaliyahUsedWall Did I break my first motorcycle after one ride?
The motorcycle is 2015 Yamaha MT-125 with 11000 km.
So I'm a few days before doing a private exam for 125cc bike, because the law in Poland where I live allows category B drivers with 3 years of experience to drive motorcycles up to 125cc.
I decided to try alone anyway because it was just too exciting to wait for another week after I already bought the bike.
Short ride to the parking lot was okay just noticed that the clutch engages pretty late and Im not yet good enough with giving it the right amount of gas.
Then I went for the second ride to the gym and getting there was really good but when I stopped to get into the gym builing I couldn't get it to neutral an turned it off in gear (tried to kick it down and up a few times but no green "N" showed). When I was leaving it stalled twice and I drove off adding too much gas but got home.
Still not being able to put it into neutral (I tried at least 20 times and on the first ride I got it in first try) I decided to go to that parking lot again but I couldn't move off even with much gas it was stalling or almost stalling if I didn't pull the clutch back in.
Could I have damaged the clutch? Or by any chance it would fix itself if I let it cool off?
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So I'm a few days before doing a private exam for 125cc bike, because the law in Poland where I live allows category B drivers with 3 years of experience to drive motorcycles up to 125cc.
I decided to try alone anyway because it was just too exciting to wait for another week after I already bought the bike.
Short ride to the parking lot was okay just noticed that the clutch engages pretty late and Im not yet good enough with giving it the right amount of gas.
Then I went for the second ride to the gym and getting there was really good but when I stopped to get into the gym builing I couldn't get it to neutral an turned it off in gear (tried to kick it down and up a few times but no green "N" showed). When I was leaving it stalled twice and I drove off adding too much gas but got home.
Still not being able to put it into neutral (I tried at least 20 times and on the first ride I got it in first try) I decided to go to that parking lot again but I couldn't move off even with much gas it was stalling or almost stalling if I didn't pull the clutch back in.
Could I have damaged the clutch? Or by any chance it would fix itself if I let it cool off?
2024.06.01 16:11 jas207 drop in output from one panel, low current on two
 | Hi all, was wondering if I could get some opinions on what might be going on here. submitted by jas207 to solar [link] [comments] My setup: 4 Tesla Powerwall 2s 58 Aptos DNA 120 MF26-370W Modules 2 Solaredge SE10000H-US 58 SolarEdge S440 Optimizers Installed in August '22 Panel spec sheet: DNA-120-BF26_370W_Datasheet copy (es-media-prod.s3.amazonaws.com) Several weeks ago, I noticed that panel 1.0.29 was producing only about 66% of the energy of its neighbors on the same roof plane. Zero chance of any shading on this panel that wouldn't affect the neighboring panels. I waited for a light rainstorm (our tap water's a little heavy so I don't rinse with it) and cleaned both of the arrays mentioned below. There wasn't any obvious difference in the 1.0.29 panel, but just wanted to be able to say that I did clean them. Didn't help. It's the 1st of the month and early in the morning. I can't seem to adjust the date range on the Layout view in SolarEdge's app, so if I view it as day, week, or month, they all show me totals for this morning, but I came up with the 66% number last week when I had a lot more data available that was within the time window that I'll mention below. https://preview.redd.it/6oqx5t0fny3d1.png?width=646&format=png&auto=webp&s=d2ed2ad9117f20dcde67949239b73c4453b5d973 https://preview.redd.it/wbzk6gvsny3d1.png?width=743&format=png&auto=webp&s=51c0f086d8a4467ee4acb8047a6dfad44cfc30eb I got to looking a little deeper in the SolarEdge app and can see that it was a very clear change that happened on April 5. One day it was good, the next it wasn't, and it hasn't fluctuated since then. Not sure how the panel is carved up, but it kinda feels like I lost 1/3 of "something". https://preview.redd.it/qihw7da7py3d1.png?width=1381&format=png&auto=webp&s=2ecbb21f2a19deafbcbe1b6af699f1f97c8dbf50 I also noticed something else though. This 1.0.29 panel (and this morning I'm also seeing that 1.0.2 is doing it even more so) has been operating at a substantially reduced current than the other 56.... All the way back to the date of installation. https://preview.redd.it/0wm7q1ssoy3d1.png?width=1384&format=png&auto=webp&s=2485079d6cc02f719d7984395d5f7ac2b059c83c Should I be concerned about the reduced amperage on the second panel? (I guess I should say that I AM concerned about it... Should I not be?) Like 1.0.29, there's no environmental difference between it and its nearest neighbors. I called the installer a few days ago and they put in a call to SolarEdge. SolarEdge got into the system and, from what I heard, "noticed several flagging notices related to communication and pairing" and they "performed remote troubleshooting" and to "monitor the system over the next 24-48 hours" and "recommend a site visit" if it persists. At that time, I had not noticed that the second 1.0.2 panel was an outlier on amperage. My installer has been great so far, so I'm not anticipating any fighting, but I'd like to be at a point that I'm comfortable with what I see so that I can be concerned on the right topics and unconcerned where I shouldn't be! Side note... I know this is totally unrelated but I have noticed flaky Ethernet connections to the inverters that I've not been able to resolve. SE did see evidence of that evidently in their troubleshooting the other day. The inverters (#2 more so than #1) just casually drop offline and come back an hour or two later, or immediately if I power cycle the inverter. I was a network guy in my past life and am pretty sure it's not on my side of the fence, but I need to do some more troubleshooting to totally rule out my side. Just been a mild annoyance, not impactful. Thank you for your insight!! |
2024.06.01 16:11 Leeopatra18 My aunt died two weeks ago who I was really close to, Just found out the funeral is today and my parents did not invite me
If you’ve read any of my previous posts in this sub Reddit you will see I am an adopted jw. Even though blood this isn’t my family I love and miss them all the time. About two weeks ago another aunt on my moms side who has been shunned due to just not going to meetings and who I am also very close with, called me to inform my aunt on my dads side had died, she was a beautiful woman and I loved her so much. I texted my dad and my mom and my mom answered on both cause my dad was a mess and couldn’t text back, texted a little bit and then checked up on them and got a short message back. I just assumed they’d text me when the funeral was cause it’s always at a Kingdom Hall. My aunt on my mom side just texted me saying the funeral is today in 3 hours… I think I’ve finally reached my breaking point. I’ve never heard of people not being invited to their families funerals? Is this a new thing! I am disfellowshipped but they would always use that as the perfect time to try and get people back so I’m just confused as to why. I don’t even want to go cause I know this is my dad just punishing me. My dad did not really want to adopt me I feel even tho I needed a father figure so badly. As I grew up my mom had to force him to spend time with me. And when I left he was so hateful towards me while my mom while still living was just upset, anyway I’m going to remember my aunt in her own way today! But I just want to know if anyone else has had this problem.
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2024.06.01 16:11 el015 Similac Alimentum causing mucus in stool? Is this normal after switching formulas?
I'm going to try to make a very long story short. After 2 weeks of BF and supplementing with a little formula, I decided to put my LO completely on formula. Doctor found microscopic blood in her stool and suspected a milk protein intolerence and recommended Nutramigen. We had her on that formula for about 2 weeks. She would poop maybe once a day or once every 2 days and poops very large and were green/yellow in color and peanut butter consistancy. At the end of the 2 week mark I started to actually see a little blood in her stool. I called my ped and they wanted to switch her to an elemental formula (elecare, neocate, puramino) but before doing that I wanted to see if maybe switching to similac alimentum would help first. We did a slow switch (mixing formulas and adding bottles throughout the course of a few days) Now she has been on alimentum for 4 days. 2 days ago she poooped and it was green and runny. Not too runny where it soaked into her diaper, but like a watery pudding if that makes sense. No blood was seen so I was pretty content with it. Yesterday she had another big poop and it was the same, like a runny pudding consistancy and a little bit slimy. This morning baby girl was all smiles, no signs of grunting or pain. I pick her up from her bouncer and she had a massive blowout, all over the bouncer, her back, her stomach. EVERyWHERE! I check her poop and it is green in color again not super liquidy but today I noticed small jelly like globs throughout the stool and stringy looking mucus. It wasn't a lot and this was the first time I've seen a diaper like this but I was wondering if this was normal when switching hypoallergenic formulas. I have her one month appointment in about a week and a half so I'm wondering if I should give it a little more time to see what happens or if this is super concerning and I should be calling my pediatrician today. This is really the only thing I have noticed with her. If she is fed, changed, and burped, baby girl is content. She drinks the formula well, has a little spit up here and there, but no projectile vomit so I'm wondering what to do and just to get some advice before being told by my pediatrician to just switch her formula. Thoughts? Thank you!
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2024.06.01 16:11 KingHelix- eternal indecision? (m22,f22,f21)
long story (semi) short, ive been with anna for 3 years, she did 2 erasmus and during the second one i caught feeligns for a girl at my university, dalila, first time in over 3 years that i feel like this. i start to have more and more doubts, till the moment i broke up with anna because of this. i start to talk to dalila, we hang out togheter, shes the most gorgeous girl ive ever seen, but ''mentally'' anna is much better, shes so indipendent, she has so much experience, shes more ''adult'' than every girl i know(even tho me and dalila have so much in common, till the point we start to tell eachother to ''make a personality'' as a joke, because we literally have so much in common, i still prefer anna) . but as someone said, comparison is the thief of joy, so i try to move on and see where we will go. anna came back, and for some long reasons i wont explain, i give up on dalila, cause the months passed but nothing real happened. me and anna decided to try again but it didnt work. i feel like when i have an occasion with one of the 2 girls i lose interest, idk how to explain it some more months pass, and me and dalila get engaged. a few weeks after i almost lose all the interest in dalila, and i start to talk to anna again, at the point i cheat on dalila. i wrote here cause im really ashamed of my behaviour, but i really dont know what to do, if i should force myself with dalila, or try again with anna with the risk of disappoint her again.
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2024.06.01 16:11 TacoTVSupport How to write to your MP - Step-by-step guide!!!
How to write to your MP
- Why write to your Member of Parliament (MP)? MPs need to hear from their constituents.
- They depend on constituents to educate them about what issues are most important to them. Writing a letter only takes a short amount of your time but it ensures that the people who make decisions on your behalf, every day, know how you want to be represented. Your MP receives hundreds of messages each week on a wide range of issues – your letter may well be the most interesting one that they receive!
Why not write directly to the relevant Minister?
- The purpose of a Results action might be to encourage the Minister of International Development to increase investment in a certain program or intervention that has proven effectiveness. Rather than write to the Minister directly we usually write to our MPs. We believe that it’s more effective to reach out to your MP directly but for some campaigns it will be more strategic to reach out to Ministers. There isn’t a rule set in stone.
We do this for two reasons:
- Writing to your MP greatly increases your likelihood of receiving a response. The vast majority of MPs will almost always respond to letters from constituents and will be happy to forward your request on to the relevant Minister (even if they disagree with you). In turn, the Minister will be obliged by Parliamentary convention to respond to letters from an MP.
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Why doesn’t Results provide templates for letters?
- MPs and their researchers have confirmed on numerous occasions that an original letter sent by one committed, passionate constituent is far more powerful than a pile of identical letters or postcards. Mass email actions and template letters have less impact because the MP knows that they only take a few seconds to complete and are not necessarily representative of the priorities of their constituents. The fact that you have taken the time to craft a personalized and well-informed letter demonstrates to the MP that there are people in their constituency who care deeply about an issue. In turn, your opinions are likely to be taken more seriously as a result.
- Handwritten or email? Every MP is different. Some are happy to correspond with constituents via email whereas others give a preference to written letters. The best postal address for your MP is their Parliament address (House of Commons, Ottawa, ON K1A 0A6). Upon reception of the letter, if your MP is not in Parliament, the mail is automatically forwarded on to them.
Writing your letter, Top Tips:
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Structuring your letter
- Step 1: Introduction. If this is your first letter to your MP, you might want to start by introducing yourself and sharing why you care about the issue that you are raising. If you have a personal connection to the topic of your letter, then this is a great way of engaging your MP and conveying your passion and commitment. Remember to acknowledge your MP for any supportive actions that they have already taken – MPs rarely hear the words ‘thank you’ from their constituents.
- Step 2: Use the EPIC format. The acronym ‘EPIC’ is a useful way to remember how to structure the main part of your letter. After the introductory paragraph, your letter should follow this structure:
- E = Engage your MP. Get your MP’s attention with a dramatic fact or short statement.
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- I = Inform the MP about the solutions. Develop your solution by giving examples of how and where it has worked, how it is cost-effective and how it has benefited the poorest.
- C = Call to Action. Now that you’ve engaged your MP, presented the problem and informed them of a solution, you need to let them know what you want them to do about it.
- Step 3: Ask for a response. Make sure to be clear on how they can get in touch with you – written response is ideal!
What to do afterwards?
Pressing ‘send’ or putting your letter in the post is not the end of your action!- Step 1: Congratulate yourself. You have taken an important action to help generate the political will to end poverty. Take a photo of yourself posting the letter and post it on social media (tag your MP)!
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2024.06.01 16:11 RJKite811 24 EN MT Underwhelming Test Drive
I test drove the 24 EN MT at Texan Hyundai ,yesterday. I loved how it looked, especially in Ultimate Red Metallic, but I was not impressed on the drive though.
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- I know these are sport seats, but it was so tight around the back of my chest. I am 6 feet tall and 36 inches around the waist. Also during the drive, I noticed I couldn't or was not fully resting my back on the seat.
- I was expecting some serious drive power since its a 276 bhp 2.0 T engine. It felt underwhelming to me, didn't have that turbo punch and felt linear too. It wasn't slow, but not what I was expecting. I drive a 2015 Mazda 3 MT with 155 donkey powers. So I was left to think as to why it was driving like this.
- Like everyone has told here, the clutch pedal bite point was way low and I kept stalling the car initially. The shifter didn't feel so great, again I am comparing it my Mazda 3.
- The arm rest was very short and I could not even rest my arm on it.
2024.06.01 16:10 Practical_District88 Regarding Bibs (Length)
M 5’10” size L. Looking for a shorter thigh length on a bib. Bibs I own: Rapha core Pactimo summit Neopro Sportful All these except for the Pactimo run down the back of my knee at its flex point, not the end of the world, but noticeable. I’m not happy with the Pactimo’s as they are short lived, I’ve had at least 5 pair through the years. I’m OG back in the late 90’s we used to flip our leg grippers outward to accentuate our quads, now it’s like we need to hide our quads like we are some kind of Amish Lol. For me it’s a comfort thing. Who’s making shorter length bibs of decent quality?
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2024.06.01 16:09 Honeysyedseo Leaked Google Docs Reveal How Chrome Data and Click Behavior Influence Google Rankings
Leaked Google docs!
Let's dive into what this means for site authority, click data, and more.
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Let's dive into what this means for site authority, click data, and more.
- Site authority IS a thing despite Google's public denials.
- Click Data: User click behaviour influences rankings, stressing the importance of user interaction data. Google doesn't need analytics for this—click behaviour easily shows what's helpful.
- Sandbox Effect: New or untrusted sites are placed in a "sandbox," affecting their visibility. Not definite, but suggested hostAge could impact how domains are treated. More likely in high-risk niches like medicine.
- Chrome Data: Documentation shows ChromeInTotal (site-level Chrome views) suggesting Chrome usage data plays a part in real-time boost signals.
- Contradictions: Google has contradicted themselves many times. Remember EMD?
- Long story short: Links: Remain crucial. Metrics like sourceType show the value of links based on their indexing location. New links at scale can offer more benefits than traditional link earning from outdated content.
- Content: Google evaluates short content originality and token counts, emphasising key content placement early. Here's why AlsoAsked PAA data helps understand info priority based on questions!
- Authors: Google stores author info explicitly, highlighting authorship significance in rankings.
- Panda: Uses a scoring modifier based on user behaviour and external links, applied at various levels (domain, subdomain, subdirectory).
- Demotions: Various demotions apply for issues like anchor mismatch, SERP dissatisfaction, & exact match domains.
2024.06.01 16:08 Monarch357 Ficnapped: A Warm Gift
Memory transcription subject: Sare, Yotul Rebuilder Date [standardized human time]: January 31st, 2136
I pulled the hoodie tighter around myself. It had only gotten colder over the past few days; I’d taken multiple chances to thank Gavin for his gift. Every time I passed the human, I saw a grin spread across his face, and I felt something flutter in my stomach. I managed to keep myself composed enough as he joined me in the vegan line once again.
“You actually like this stuff?” I asked. I gestured to the rest of the extraterrestrials in the line. “I don’t think any of us do.”
He shrugged. “It’s different, at least. Two months of ham and cheese sandwiches does something to a man.”
I stared at him for a moment. He looked at me with a soft gaze and a slight smile, and I found myself admiring his eyes and the way his beanie-formed hair draped over them. His expression morphed to confusion, however, and he waved his hand at me.
“Earth to Sare? Are you… looking for something?”
I realized I’d just been standing there staring for a solid twenty seconds and I flushed deep green, pulling my scarf over my face. “I- uh, I’m alright, yeah! I’m just-” I wove my paws around futilely as if I could speak with them. I gestured for Gavin to move ahead of me in the line, and he let out a small laugh as he walked past to pick up his meal. I followed shortly behind him, my face burning.
Today’s meal was some emulation of venlil cuisine. It was… alright, for something made by non-venlil chefs, but I’d had better in Earth’s vegan food. Gavin, however, seemed pretty excited by it.
“As long as I’ve worked here, I haven’t had much alien food.” He took a bite from his meal and continued speaking as he chewed. “Not bad. I think I prefer yotul food, though,” he said, musing as he looked off into the distance.
I piped up excitedly at that. “I could make you something!”
“You can?” he asked, genuine intrigue in his voice. “What could you do?”
Shit.
There really wasn’t a lot of even human food available to cook with, let alone imports from Leirn that I was familiar with, but I felt like I needed to repay Gavin with something, at least.
“Uh-, well, there’s a type of salad back home I might be able to make with stuff here. Um… I don’t think it’d be very good, but-”
“Ah, don’t worry about that. Anything handmade is great if you put your heart into it,” he said, his tone reassuring and a smile on his face. I absentmindedly fiddled with the drawstrings of my hoodie as he took a few more bites from his lunch; a few moments passed before he looked at me and flushed a bit, then quickly finished his meal. I stared off into the distance, nothing in particular on my mind as I ate, but I saw Gavin hurry off to the administrator’s office. I downed my food and followed him with a brisk walk.
“What’s the rush?”
He looked me over for a moment before letting out a breath I couldn’t tell he was holding. “There’s still a lot of work to do today, y’know? It’s going to be cold tonight, and besides, it’s New Year’s Eve. I gotta get my work done quick so I have tonight free.”
We both paused for a moment. “What do humans do for the new year?” I asked.
“Normally, the tradition is to set off a bunch of fireworks- oh, those are like little explosive things-”
“There’s some great firework shows on Leirn,” I explained. “We’ve got ‘em too.” I could show you some hung on the tip of my tongue, something I deeply wanted to say but held myself back on.
“Oh, sweet! Anyway, yeah, that’s the usual thing, plus some typical family gathering and partying, but, uh… I don’t think anybody here could handle fireworks right now,” he continued, his expression trailing into something morose I couldn’t quite read. “But really, first and foremost, it’s about spending time with people you care about.”
“Guess we got that in common, then,” I added. “Where I’m from, it’s summer during the new year, so during the day, we spend time at beaches, usually, sometimes going on trips to somewhere cooler the day before. I’m not religious myself, but followers of Ralchi have a sort of traditional bonfire past sundown for the new year that most people recreate.”
“That’d be nice.”
“Yeah…” I mused. “Haven’t done anything like it in a while, and it’d be nice to spend a night around people I care about again…”
Gavin just looked at me.
“Hm?”
“Nothing,” he said, quickly perking up. “C’mon. We’ve got stuff to do today.”
I nodded, and he led us off down the road to the suburbia we’d been cleaning up the past few weeks. Some other workers from the camp had tagged along; from chats between them, the peacekeepers in charge had directed anyone wanting a lighter day for the new year down this road.
I jogged a bit forward to catch up to Gavin ahead, only slowing my pace as I stepped to his side. He glanced at me for only a moment before offering a hand to hold, which I took. I felt my tail beat against the asphalt below us a few times before I got my heart under control.
“What’re we doing today?” I asked after a comfortable silence.
“Cleanup, mostly. UN wants this place cleared of debris for rebuilding.”
“That sounds… impossible, honestly. There’s just so much wreckage,” I said, a sense of exhaustion already creeping into my voice before we even got to work. I sighed. “I’m not sure I can do this.”
He shrugged. “Even if it’s impossible, why not? Maybe we won’t clean out everything, but we’re still cleaning out something, and that’s better than nothing.”
“I just… I don’t know. How’s it better than nothing if we can barely make a dent in all the garbage?”
“Well, look at it this way. A hundred thousand people used to live here-” he waved his hand in a wide arc over the townscape around us- “-and maybe we’ll never see more than ten grand again. But so what? Even if we only get five thousand people back in these houses, that’s still infinitely better than zero. You know?”
“...Yeah. Yeah, I guess I know.”
Gavin smiled. It was a warm grin, an expression I never wanted to see end, and a smile spread across my own face. “You feeling better?”
“Definitely.”
He put his arm around my shoulder in a quick hug that I reciprocated. “Let’s get going, then.”
Some of the group hung back to direct the debris-moving vehicles down into the deeper wreckage, but most of us, Gavin and myself included, focused on the smaller things; as inconsequential as it was, the light labor and simple repetition of shoveling up garbage felt rather therapeutic.
It didn’t take too long before a sort of pessimism started again. By the time a few hours had passed, my arms ached, my legs felt sore, and while seeing what we’d cleaned was encouraging, it felt dwarfed in the face of the mountains of concrete dust and shattered debris that still coated the town. I sighed, taking a seat on some of the more solid debris, feeling my tail sweep up loose dust. Gavin glanced back at me before setting down his own tools and taking a seat as well.
“This sucks,” he said after a few seconds of odd, semi-comfortable-semi-awkward silence.
“Yeah.”
The human nodded as if we’d just made some as yet unknown revelation, then let out a short laugh. I did, too, my laugh lasting perhaps a bit too long before I felt something crumple and a few tears slipped out of my eyes.
“Still gotta do it, though, y’know?”
I glanced back at him. Afternoon light glinted off the tears forming in his own eyes as he looked at me with a small smile of his own; despite the wetness accumulating on his cheeks, he took the chance to wipe my eyes with warm, gentle hands. I pressed at the tears on his own face and he flinched back, muttering watch the fur under his breath. I snickered a bit at his reaction.
“Still gotta do it,” I said. He nodded in response.
“But you don’t gotta do everything.”
“Yeah. Something’s enough,” he said, his voice trailing off as he looked over the areas we’d cleaned from a tiny portion of the city sprawl. The sound of machinery and the occasional working song echoed off the concrete and asphalt as we watched our comrades work in silence.
Even under the cold of the late day, the something had kept me warm, and before long, we’d reconvened at the headquarters for dinner. Unlike the morning, however, Gavin went for the human food line, and I opted to follow him.
“...Can you even eat this stuff?” he asked, pointing at the (at this point, comedically predictable) ham-and-cheese sandwiches that the cooks were handing out. One of them mirrored his sentiment, cocking their head and looking at me with a raised eyebrow.
“I… think? We weren’t cured, so it won’t kill me. Probably.”
He shrugged. Two sandwiches came, and he rifled through the bag at his side for an anti-allergy injector. “Don’t be stupid,” he said, tucking it into his pocket for quick access.
“This whole idea is pretty stupid,” I commented.
“Be… only a little bit stupid.”
We laughed as we sat down. I set my sandwich down and watched Gavin pick up his and take a bite, staring at him in fascination before realizing that this probably wasn’t something to be particularly fascinated by. Still, it was a pretty novel experience, nonetheless; I didn’t eat meat, and for the majority of my time on Earth, any meal time was separated between those who did and those who didn’t.
I took a tentative bite of the sandwich, which, thinking about it in a vacuum, is a rather strange way to think about one’s dinner, but I was certainly nervous in the moment.
“It’s… interesting,” I said, both meat and dairy decidedly unfamiliar tastes to me. The most familiar part was the saltiness, but this felt less like the mild flavor of roasted root vegetables and more like shoving seawater into my mouth. The texture was perhaps the most familiar part, albeit still strange; it reminded me most of Rinsan fiberfruit, but its taste made it surprisingly hard to swallow.
“‘Interesting’ as in… ‘good’?” Gavin asked. “‘Interesting’ as in ‘you’re not experiencing anaphylactic shock right now’?”
“I wouldn’t say good, but I don’t think I’d say bad or trying to kill me either,” I commented after forcing down another bite.
“You don’t have to finish that, you know.”
“I’m committed," I retorted. It wasn’t inedible, at least, and the newness of the experience alone made it worth it.
After washing the flavor down with a copious amount of water, Gavin and I decided to get some rest a bit early; the winter sun had already crept low to the horizon and the work of the day set in. We could squeeze in a few hours of rest before seeing whatever festivities had been set up for the new year. My quarters weren’t too far from the canteen; if nothing else, the UN at least had the resources for all of us to get individual rooms, albeit small ones. I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Some indistinct time passed before a small snore woke me up. This wasn’t uncommon, given the thin walls of the pre-fab shacks we slept in, but I craned my head up to a lump on the floor, rather than a particularly loud sleeper elsewhere waking me. It took me a second to resolve it in the dark, but their large stature and ruffled hair meant they were a human, and the guess came naturally: Gavin.
He’d brought his own blankets and made himself a nest on my floor. My half-asleep head thought it wouldn’t be too bad; I bundled up the pillows and blankets from my own bed and tossed them on the floor in a disorganized heap, even worse than Gavin’s pile, and dropped onto it. He shuffled, grunted a bit, and turned over on his side, putting a reassuring arm over my shoulders. We both fell back asleep in that comfort almost instantly.
What finally woke us was the sound outside. A general din of activity grew loud enough to make it into my room, and Gavin rose before me, shaking my shoulder to wake me up in turn.
“Think it’s almost time,” he said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He stretched, standing on his feet and reaching the ceiling before offering his hand to pick me up. I took it and he led me by that hand forward, out to the people gathered.
The gathering wasn’t too big, but it was a hearty one, nonetheless. It was a mixture of humans, venlil, yotul, and the occasional other species assisting in the city, gathered in circles around campfires dotting the street and camp we lived in. I pointed one of the fires out; it was ringed by predominantly yotul, and I recognized the new year flame structure familiar to Leirn. One of the yotul there noticed us and waved us over to take seats with them.
Gavin sat near the fire, and I laid over him, my head resting in his lap as the small campfire burned in front of us. A quick glance around showed that we weren’t the only ones inching this close to the fire; my mind flashed back to memories of Leirn, of watching ceremonial bonfires burn and singing songs of home and history, even after the Federation arrived, and I felt myself start to tear up.
I don’t know if Gavin saw, or felt, or even knew at all, but I felt a strong hand rub the side of my head, scratch a bit behind my ears. I flinched a bit on instinct.
Gavin stammered a bit. “Uh- you- um, that alright?”
“...Yeah.”
He resumed, and I felt my eyes gradually flutter closed to the sound of the fire crackling and a breeze blowing, his other arm wrapping around me. The night should’ve been freezing, but I felt the warmth of something stronger than cold wind and a dark night.
There was a brief bit of pressure on the top of my head. I picked myself up and planted a kiss in return on his cheek, laying back in his lap, his arm tightening closer around me. Three short words were all that remained.
“I love you.”
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I pulled the hoodie tighter around myself. It had only gotten colder over the past few days; I’d taken multiple chances to thank Gavin for his gift. Every time I passed the human, I saw a grin spread across his face, and I felt something flutter in my stomach. I managed to keep myself composed enough as he joined me in the vegan line once again.
“You actually like this stuff?” I asked. I gestured to the rest of the extraterrestrials in the line. “I don’t think any of us do.”
He shrugged. “It’s different, at least. Two months of ham and cheese sandwiches does something to a man.”
I stared at him for a moment. He looked at me with a soft gaze and a slight smile, and I found myself admiring his eyes and the way his beanie-formed hair draped over them. His expression morphed to confusion, however, and he waved his hand at me.
“Earth to Sare? Are you… looking for something?”
I realized I’d just been standing there staring for a solid twenty seconds and I flushed deep green, pulling my scarf over my face. “I- uh, I’m alright, yeah! I’m just-” I wove my paws around futilely as if I could speak with them. I gestured for Gavin to move ahead of me in the line, and he let out a small laugh as he walked past to pick up his meal. I followed shortly behind him, my face burning.
Today’s meal was some emulation of venlil cuisine. It was… alright, for something made by non-venlil chefs, but I’d had better in Earth’s vegan food. Gavin, however, seemed pretty excited by it.
“As long as I’ve worked here, I haven’t had much alien food.” He took a bite from his meal and continued speaking as he chewed. “Not bad. I think I prefer yotul food, though,” he said, musing as he looked off into the distance.
I piped up excitedly at that. “I could make you something!”
“You can?” he asked, genuine intrigue in his voice. “What could you do?”
Shit.
There really wasn’t a lot of even human food available to cook with, let alone imports from Leirn that I was familiar with, but I felt like I needed to repay Gavin with something, at least.
“Uh-, well, there’s a type of salad back home I might be able to make with stuff here. Um… I don’t think it’d be very good, but-”
“Ah, don’t worry about that. Anything handmade is great if you put your heart into it,” he said, his tone reassuring and a smile on his face. I absentmindedly fiddled with the drawstrings of my hoodie as he took a few more bites from his lunch; a few moments passed before he looked at me and flushed a bit, then quickly finished his meal. I stared off into the distance, nothing in particular on my mind as I ate, but I saw Gavin hurry off to the administrator’s office. I downed my food and followed him with a brisk walk.
“What’s the rush?”
He looked me over for a moment before letting out a breath I couldn’t tell he was holding. “There’s still a lot of work to do today, y’know? It’s going to be cold tonight, and besides, it’s New Year’s Eve. I gotta get my work done quick so I have tonight free.”
We both paused for a moment. “What do humans do for the new year?” I asked.
“Normally, the tradition is to set off a bunch of fireworks- oh, those are like little explosive things-”
“There’s some great firework shows on Leirn,” I explained. “We’ve got ‘em too.” I could show you some hung on the tip of my tongue, something I deeply wanted to say but held myself back on.
“Oh, sweet! Anyway, yeah, that’s the usual thing, plus some typical family gathering and partying, but, uh… I don’t think anybody here could handle fireworks right now,” he continued, his expression trailing into something morose I couldn’t quite read. “But really, first and foremost, it’s about spending time with people you care about.”
“Guess we got that in common, then,” I added. “Where I’m from, it’s summer during the new year, so during the day, we spend time at beaches, usually, sometimes going on trips to somewhere cooler the day before. I’m not religious myself, but followers of Ralchi have a sort of traditional bonfire past sundown for the new year that most people recreate.”
“That’d be nice.”
“Yeah…” I mused. “Haven’t done anything like it in a while, and it’d be nice to spend a night around people I care about again…”
Gavin just looked at me.
“Hm?”
“Nothing,” he said, quickly perking up. “C’mon. We’ve got stuff to do today.”
I nodded, and he led us off down the road to the suburbia we’d been cleaning up the past few weeks. Some other workers from the camp had tagged along; from chats between them, the peacekeepers in charge had directed anyone wanting a lighter day for the new year down this road.
I jogged a bit forward to catch up to Gavin ahead, only slowing my pace as I stepped to his side. He glanced at me for only a moment before offering a hand to hold, which I took. I felt my tail beat against the asphalt below us a few times before I got my heart under control.
“What’re we doing today?” I asked after a comfortable silence.
“Cleanup, mostly. UN wants this place cleared of debris for rebuilding.”
“That sounds… impossible, honestly. There’s just so much wreckage,” I said, a sense of exhaustion already creeping into my voice before we even got to work. I sighed. “I’m not sure I can do this.”
He shrugged. “Even if it’s impossible, why not? Maybe we won’t clean out everything, but we’re still cleaning out something, and that’s better than nothing.”
“I just… I don’t know. How’s it better than nothing if we can barely make a dent in all the garbage?”
“Well, look at it this way. A hundred thousand people used to live here-” he waved his hand in a wide arc over the townscape around us- “-and maybe we’ll never see more than ten grand again. But so what? Even if we only get five thousand people back in these houses, that’s still infinitely better than zero. You know?”
“...Yeah. Yeah, I guess I know.”
Gavin smiled. It was a warm grin, an expression I never wanted to see end, and a smile spread across my own face. “You feeling better?”
“Definitely.”
He put his arm around my shoulder in a quick hug that I reciprocated. “Let’s get going, then.”
Some of the group hung back to direct the debris-moving vehicles down into the deeper wreckage, but most of us, Gavin and myself included, focused on the smaller things; as inconsequential as it was, the light labor and simple repetition of shoveling up garbage felt rather therapeutic.
It didn’t take too long before a sort of pessimism started again. By the time a few hours had passed, my arms ached, my legs felt sore, and while seeing what we’d cleaned was encouraging, it felt dwarfed in the face of the mountains of concrete dust and shattered debris that still coated the town. I sighed, taking a seat on some of the more solid debris, feeling my tail sweep up loose dust. Gavin glanced back at me before setting down his own tools and taking a seat as well.
“This sucks,” he said after a few seconds of odd, semi-comfortable-semi-awkward silence.
“Yeah.”
The human nodded as if we’d just made some as yet unknown revelation, then let out a short laugh. I did, too, my laugh lasting perhaps a bit too long before I felt something crumple and a few tears slipped out of my eyes.
“Still gotta do it, though, y’know?”
I glanced back at him. Afternoon light glinted off the tears forming in his own eyes as he looked at me with a small smile of his own; despite the wetness accumulating on his cheeks, he took the chance to wipe my eyes with warm, gentle hands. I pressed at the tears on his own face and he flinched back, muttering watch the fur under his breath. I snickered a bit at his reaction.
“Still gotta do it,” I said. He nodded in response.
“But you don’t gotta do everything.”
“Yeah. Something’s enough,” he said, his voice trailing off as he looked over the areas we’d cleaned from a tiny portion of the city sprawl. The sound of machinery and the occasional working song echoed off the concrete and asphalt as we watched our comrades work in silence.
Even under the cold of the late day, the something had kept me warm, and before long, we’d reconvened at the headquarters for dinner. Unlike the morning, however, Gavin went for the human food line, and I opted to follow him.
“...Can you even eat this stuff?” he asked, pointing at the (at this point, comedically predictable) ham-and-cheese sandwiches that the cooks were handing out. One of them mirrored his sentiment, cocking their head and looking at me with a raised eyebrow.
“I… think? We weren’t cured, so it won’t kill me. Probably.”
He shrugged. Two sandwiches came, and he rifled through the bag at his side for an anti-allergy injector. “Don’t be stupid,” he said, tucking it into his pocket for quick access.
“This whole idea is pretty stupid,” I commented.
“Be… only a little bit stupid.”
We laughed as we sat down. I set my sandwich down and watched Gavin pick up his and take a bite, staring at him in fascination before realizing that this probably wasn’t something to be particularly fascinated by. Still, it was a pretty novel experience, nonetheless; I didn’t eat meat, and for the majority of my time on Earth, any meal time was separated between those who did and those who didn’t.
I took a tentative bite of the sandwich, which, thinking about it in a vacuum, is a rather strange way to think about one’s dinner, but I was certainly nervous in the moment.
“It’s… interesting,” I said, both meat and dairy decidedly unfamiliar tastes to me. The most familiar part was the saltiness, but this felt less like the mild flavor of roasted root vegetables and more like shoving seawater into my mouth. The texture was perhaps the most familiar part, albeit still strange; it reminded me most of Rinsan fiberfruit, but its taste made it surprisingly hard to swallow.
“‘Interesting’ as in… ‘good’?” Gavin asked. “‘Interesting’ as in ‘you’re not experiencing anaphylactic shock right now’?”
“I wouldn’t say good, but I don’t think I’d say bad or trying to kill me either,” I commented after forcing down another bite.
“You don’t have to finish that, you know.”
“I’m committed," I retorted. It wasn’t inedible, at least, and the newness of the experience alone made it worth it.
After washing the flavor down with a copious amount of water, Gavin and I decided to get some rest a bit early; the winter sun had already crept low to the horizon and the work of the day set in. We could squeeze in a few hours of rest before seeing whatever festivities had been set up for the new year. My quarters weren’t too far from the canteen; if nothing else, the UN at least had the resources for all of us to get individual rooms, albeit small ones. I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Some indistinct time passed before a small snore woke me up. This wasn’t uncommon, given the thin walls of the pre-fab shacks we slept in, but I craned my head up to a lump on the floor, rather than a particularly loud sleeper elsewhere waking me. It took me a second to resolve it in the dark, but their large stature and ruffled hair meant they were a human, and the guess came naturally: Gavin.
He’d brought his own blankets and made himself a nest on my floor. My half-asleep head thought it wouldn’t be too bad; I bundled up the pillows and blankets from my own bed and tossed them on the floor in a disorganized heap, even worse than Gavin’s pile, and dropped onto it. He shuffled, grunted a bit, and turned over on his side, putting a reassuring arm over my shoulders. We both fell back asleep in that comfort almost instantly.
What finally woke us was the sound outside. A general din of activity grew loud enough to make it into my room, and Gavin rose before me, shaking my shoulder to wake me up in turn.
“Think it’s almost time,” he said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He stretched, standing on his feet and reaching the ceiling before offering his hand to pick me up. I took it and he led me by that hand forward, out to the people gathered.
The gathering wasn’t too big, but it was a hearty one, nonetheless. It was a mixture of humans, venlil, yotul, and the occasional other species assisting in the city, gathered in circles around campfires dotting the street and camp we lived in. I pointed one of the fires out; it was ringed by predominantly yotul, and I recognized the new year flame structure familiar to Leirn. One of the yotul there noticed us and waved us over to take seats with them.
Gavin sat near the fire, and I laid over him, my head resting in his lap as the small campfire burned in front of us. A quick glance around showed that we weren’t the only ones inching this close to the fire; my mind flashed back to memories of Leirn, of watching ceremonial bonfires burn and singing songs of home and history, even after the Federation arrived, and I felt myself start to tear up.
I don’t know if Gavin saw, or felt, or even knew at all, but I felt a strong hand rub the side of my head, scratch a bit behind my ears. I flinched a bit on instinct.
Gavin stammered a bit. “Uh- you- um, that alright?”
“...Yeah.”
He resumed, and I felt my eyes gradually flutter closed to the sound of the fire crackling and a breeze blowing, his other arm wrapping around me. The night should’ve been freezing, but I felt the warmth of something stronger than cold wind and a dark night.
There was a brief bit of pressure on the top of my head. I picked myself up and planted a kiss in return on his cheek, laying back in his lap, his arm tightening closer around me. Three short words were all that remained.
“I love you.”
2024.06.01 16:08 onFinal Catechism for Master Mason
hello brothers - a question popped in my head last night about the Master Mason ceremony and the catechism. I'm giving my FC shortly and I've already got the MM degree scheduled.
But what happens in the 'limbo' period between the MM ceremony and giving back the catechism? I'm told I can attend stated meetings in July but I'm wrapping my head around the fact that I've not started the MM coaching.
If I'm stating any of this incorrectly - please correct me. I'm learning a lot and have loved every minute of this. It just seems amazing to be considered raised before my birthday in July!
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But what happens in the 'limbo' period between the MM ceremony and giving back the catechism? I'm told I can attend stated meetings in July but I'm wrapping my head around the fact that I've not started the MM coaching.
If I'm stating any of this incorrectly - please correct me. I'm learning a lot and have loved every minute of this. It just seems amazing to be considered raised before my birthday in July!