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2023.06.10 22:08 SimpForSasha My (21F) wife rarely has sex with me (22M)
I have been married to my wife for 1 year going on 2 now. I am seeking advice from someone who may be or has been in my shoes. Me and my wife were long distance prior to getting married. Whenever we saw each other, we would have sex daily. After getting married our sex life was decent. Maybe 3-5 times a week? After a while it slowly got less and less frequent. At this point it is maybe 1-3 times a month. I have talked to my wife about her not fulfilling my needs with her responding that she doesn’t have the same sex drive as me. 3 weeks I asked her if we can have sex more often as I feel like our relationship is becoming dull and it was more like I was living with a friend. With that, I am almost always the one to initiate so I asked her if she would try to as well. We have not had any sex for almost a month now. I simply do not know where to go from here. If we were older I would probably understand that our drive is low but we are newly weds and still young without kids. Please give me any personal advice or experiences.
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2023.06.10 22:07 Aspphire06 How I got my bricked 14 year old iPhone 3GS back to life after 8 years [discussion]
So, I got passed down an iPhone 3GS (purchased in 2009) by my cousin in 2015 (when I was 9💀). It didn’t activate on the network here so he took it back, probably got it unlocked and jailbroken by some shop and gave it to me. I was happy and used it for about 6 months. I was really into tech and somehow was able to know stuff about cydia and used it to even customise the oldie. But while doing something with the config plist or smth, I deleted it and rebooted the phone and boom it went into a bootloop. Then I returned it to him along with its charger but he returned it back but he forgot the cable and the charger. The thing was left like that for 8 years until I had a though to revive it (now in 2023). Now that I’ve done restoring my other iPhones (SE2 and 11 specifically), I had some idea about how to IPSW flash and stuff. So, I ordered a 30-pin cable from Amazon (it was a cheap local cable and to my surprise it did the job). I spent a whole day figuring that thing out because sometimes I was thrown an error at, sometimes the restore would fail. I had to remove, reinstall various iTunes versions and finally I was able to restore iOS 6.1.6 on it but still it wasn’t over. I still had to hacktivate it. Tried a lot but Windows 11 just didn’t work with Redsn0w. So, the thing which worked was a Windows 7 VM. Redsn0w did the hacktivation part. Then I had to install ultrasn0w from someone else’s repo who had it (since repo666 been down for a long time). Now, it’s fully functional (I also did downgrade it from iPad baseband) and I’m really happy because it brought back some good old memories. That was all I had to say. Peace ✌️!
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2023.06.10 22:07 Maleficent_Advice819 Damn having no friends sucks
So the title. It really does. I really just don't have any friends. There's no one to talk too, to hang out with, to tell my stories too. Very very boring.
Like there's this guy I like, ugh his so Qute, yea his short and skinny, but his so so Qute. oBsessed. His so my type it's actually funny. Well he looked at me the other day and I nearly died inside. He looked at me with that, you know how you look at someone, then look away and then look back again. Yea that one. OMYYYY I'm being delusional again, he probably doesn't even know my name.
But like you see, I can't tell anybody about this, I'm freaking telling adults on reddit this, which is so sad OMMYYY.
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Like there's this guy I like, ugh his so Qute, yea his short and skinny, but his so so Qute. oBsessed. His so my type it's actually funny. Well he looked at me the other day and I nearly died inside. He looked at me with that, you know how you look at someone, then look away and then look back again. Yea that one. OMYYYY I'm being delusional again, he probably doesn't even know my name.
But like you see, I can't tell anybody about this, I'm freaking telling adults on reddit this, which is so sad OMMYYY.
2023.06.10 22:07 Vertex138 /r/cursed_videomemes is going to be locked on June 12th in regards to the recent API policy changes
Yes, yes, I'm sure by now, you have heard about subreddits locking, privating, or "going dark" during this time period. If you haven't, here's a good source to read about what's going on.
TL;DR: On June 12th, the subreddit will be locked. The subreddit will remain locked until the situation shows signs of genuine improvement, or will instead be made private if the situation grows much worse.
I'm not about to stand on a soapbox and preach as to how you should feel about the API changes, nor am I going to try to upload a tabloid-styled infographic with a Rick and Morty joke about how serious this choice will affect Reddit and why you should be shitting yourself about it. You're also not going to see me commenting on a massive post about how """proud""" I am to be closing the subreddit in protest and be added to "le goodboy list". However, we have used the Reddit API in the past to run a couple of themed bots, generate download links, and provide great automation for our moderation, mostly on the parent subreddit, /cursedvideos. This subreddit has grown substantially more busy in the part year or so, and this API was crucial to our growth and development. If these changes were made three or four years ago, our subreddit wouldn't be nearly the size it is today.
Reddit is a place for self expression, and connecting with people who share the same interests as you. It's about open ended discussion for virtually anybody. Myself, our moderation team, and our tens of thousands of active subscribers all love cursed videos, for instance; and although we love to bicker and moan at each other, this opportunity has let us all share media we enjoy with so many other people (although this is just a glorified shitposting sub and you all know that). Having a service like this that is accessible to everybody for practically free has left a great impact on virtually millions of people, with thousands of newcomers everyday. There's a reason why "Create a Subreddit" is such a pronounced feature; it's something that literally anybody with an account can do.
A limitation to any service will always come as a disappointment, whether is come from inaccessibility, greed, or lack of proper staffing. It's pretty disappointing to see the team that began this experience grow to be so out of touch with their community. While we understand that expressing personal opinions or trying to create panic about these changes is not productive, it is important to acknowledge the value that the Reddit API has brought to countless communities.
On June 12th, the subreddit will be locked. You'll still be able to view old videos and comments, at least for a while, but you won't be able to submit videos or comments. We were intending on unlocking everything once again on the 14th, but with the climate of this situation continuing to grow even worse, I don't believe that would be beneficial for the situation. The subreddit will remain locked until the situation shows signs of genuine improvement, or will instead be made private if the situation grows much worse.
Ah. I rambled. I do that a lot. Anyways, that's pretty much it.
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TL;DR: On June 12th, the subreddit will be locked. The subreddit will remain locked until the situation shows signs of genuine improvement, or will instead be made private if the situation grows much worse.
I'm not about to stand on a soapbox and preach as to how you should feel about the API changes, nor am I going to try to upload a tabloid-styled infographic with a Rick and Morty joke about how serious this choice will affect Reddit and why you should be shitting yourself about it. You're also not going to see me commenting on a massive post about how """proud""" I am to be closing the subreddit in protest and be added to "le goodboy list". However, we have used the Reddit API in the past to run a couple of themed bots, generate download links, and provide great automation for our moderation, mostly on the parent subreddit, /cursedvideos. This subreddit has grown substantially more busy in the part year or so, and this API was crucial to our growth and development. If these changes were made three or four years ago, our subreddit wouldn't be nearly the size it is today.
Reddit is a place for self expression, and connecting with people who share the same interests as you. It's about open ended discussion for virtually anybody. Myself, our moderation team, and our tens of thousands of active subscribers all love cursed videos, for instance; and although we love to bicker and moan at each other, this opportunity has let us all share media we enjoy with so many other people (although this is just a glorified shitposting sub and you all know that). Having a service like this that is accessible to everybody for practically free has left a great impact on virtually millions of people, with thousands of newcomers everyday. There's a reason why "Create a Subreddit" is such a pronounced feature; it's something that literally anybody with an account can do.
A limitation to any service will always come as a disappointment, whether is come from inaccessibility, greed, or lack of proper staffing. It's pretty disappointing to see the team that began this experience grow to be so out of touch with their community. While we understand that expressing personal opinions or trying to create panic about these changes is not productive, it is important to acknowledge the value that the Reddit API has brought to countless communities.
On June 12th, the subreddit will be locked. You'll still be able to view old videos and comments, at least for a while, but you won't be able to submit videos or comments. We were intending on unlocking everything once again on the 14th, but with the climate of this situation continuing to grow even worse, I don't believe that would be beneficial for the situation. The subreddit will remain locked until the situation shows signs of genuine improvement, or will instead be made private if the situation grows much worse.
Ah. I rambled. I do that a lot. Anyways, that's pretty much it.
2023.06.10 22:06 Puzzleheaded_Cod3948 Diffusing passive aggression? 29F with landlord 40-somethingM
I don't like that I'm even asking this question, but I really need practical advice. I'm in a contractual situation with a passive aggressive man, and in my adult life I've never found a way to navigate this kind of situation in a way that was advantageous to me. I know how to set boundaries in personal relationships, but have only ever felt like I'm in a vulnerable, lose/lose position when the dynamic is professional.
I'm one week into a short term rental agreement, and my situation is fairly precarious as I'm in the process of moving myself to this city, finding work, etc (that's why I'm only here temporarily). The landlord ordered a small repair on the house, but left it to me and the repairman to arrange an appointment. The repairman has no-showed three times and isn't communicating with me, so I texted the landlord and told him my schedule cannot accommodate this. I'm an Air BnB guest, and this kind of shuffling around is unusual. The landlord ignored my message, and directed his reply to the repairman in a group chat, apologising to him for some reason and explaining what I would be doing to accommodate him. I've been polite but direct with both men, and this encounter has resulted in increasingly blunt and hostile responses from the landlord. I don't know how this turned sour, as it is such a small issue, but I am now dreading this repair being done and praying I don't need the landlord for anything in the next 3 months.
My parents were not the type to intervene or say anything when I encountered this type of conflict as a teen/young adult. I remember them standing by when I was being ripped off or called vulgar names, and I remember my mom tolerating a lot of boundary crossing to avoid conflict with salespeople, mechanics, flirty men, etc. I'm 29 now and just want to learn how to protect my boundaries without putting myself in precarious dynamics with people like this. I have no desire to put anyone in their place, I just want to protect my time and privacy without entering into a battle of wills.
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I'm one week into a short term rental agreement, and my situation is fairly precarious as I'm in the process of moving myself to this city, finding work, etc (that's why I'm only here temporarily). The landlord ordered a small repair on the house, but left it to me and the repairman to arrange an appointment. The repairman has no-showed three times and isn't communicating with me, so I texted the landlord and told him my schedule cannot accommodate this. I'm an Air BnB guest, and this kind of shuffling around is unusual. The landlord ignored my message, and directed his reply to the repairman in a group chat, apologising to him for some reason and explaining what I would be doing to accommodate him. I've been polite but direct with both men, and this encounter has resulted in increasingly blunt and hostile responses from the landlord. I don't know how this turned sour, as it is such a small issue, but I am now dreading this repair being done and praying I don't need the landlord for anything in the next 3 months.
My parents were not the type to intervene or say anything when I encountered this type of conflict as a teen/young adult. I remember them standing by when I was being ripped off or called vulgar names, and I remember my mom tolerating a lot of boundary crossing to avoid conflict with salespeople, mechanics, flirty men, etc. I'm 29 now and just want to learn how to protect my boundaries without putting myself in precarious dynamics with people like this. I have no desire to put anyone in their place, I just want to protect my time and privacy without entering into a battle of wills.
2023.06.10 22:06 jusdisgi Aarn Pack Weird Attachment
Hello from the other side of the globe...
First, PSA: Aarn finally came out with the new Pace Magic, now in 30L and 40L (used to be 22L/33L) with much more substantial fabric. Fair bit heavier than before (831g/866g on my scale vs. 644g for the old 22L) but probably worth it for the capacity and durability.
Second, while looking over the new packs I came across a pair of odd plastic attachments hung from webbing near the bottom of the pack, which after some sleuthing turn out to be Woojin Plastics "stick holders". Turns out they were on the old pack too but they came tucked into the front mesh and I never noticed them. I think they're supposed to hold trekking poles, but it's not real clear to me how they work. I know a bunch of you are using Aarn packs (thanks again for turning me onto them!) so I figured this would be the place to ask.
Any thoughts?
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First, PSA: Aarn finally came out with the new Pace Magic, now in 30L and 40L (used to be 22L/33L) with much more substantial fabric. Fair bit heavier than before (831g/866g on my scale vs. 644g for the old 22L) but probably worth it for the capacity and durability.
Second, while looking over the new packs I came across a pair of odd plastic attachments hung from webbing near the bottom of the pack, which after some sleuthing turn out to be Woojin Plastics "stick holders". Turns out they were on the old pack too but they came tucked into the front mesh and I never noticed them. I think they're supposed to hold trekking poles, but it's not real clear to me how they work. I know a bunch of you are using Aarn packs (thanks again for turning me onto them!) so I figured this would be the place to ask.
Any thoughts?
2023.06.10 22:06 throwaway2278101 I am a survivor of the MSU school shooting. AMA.
 | Not sure why I’m writing this, can’t tell if maybe I just need to get my story out of my head. Catharsis maybe? Vague attempt at healing? Who knows. But here goes I guess. I was verified before on another post, and that’s my id at the top. This is my account of that day. Sorry in advance cuz this is gonna be a novel, feel free to skip. submitted by throwaway2278101 to masskillers [link] [comments] At the time of the shooting, I was in my dorm. I lived in the north part of campus, though for anonymity reasons I cannot say which building. MSU north campus is set up so that there are a bunch of dorms on the western side. Moving eastward, there is the union, the medical center, Berkey, the art museum, and then a couple more dorms on the far east side (kinda like bookends). I was in the dorms on one side and some of my close friends lived on the other. For scale, from one set of dorms to the other is about a 10 minute walk (I have a bike so I could do it in two minutes easily). All these buildings are set facing Grand River Avenue, which is basically EL’s main strip. That’s where the target, chipotle, cvs, all the bars, etc are. It was a Monday night, but msu kinda has a party culture, so this area was pretty busy. I had actually talked to my grandparents at about 3:30 pm ish about going to the Union to “study”. The food court there has insanely good pork nachos, and if I’m being honest, I really just wanted queso. However, I was stressing about midterms and had a shit sleep schedule, so I ended up falling asleep. I tend to have a pattern where I’ll come home, take a giant nap, eat dinner, do homework like real late, and then get like 4 hrs of sleep. If I hadn’t fallen asleep when I did, I would have gone to either the Union or the gym around the exact time everything happened, and i would have more than likely crossed paths with the shooter. I remember waking up about 15 minutes before the alert first went out. Because of timing and my proximity to it all, it’s not unlikely that I actually woke up to the first volley of shots (I don’t remember this part, only the second volley). I was really groggy and kinda was just sitting in my bed when the alert came in. Lansing isn’t the safest place, so it wasn’t uncommon to get an email saying “shots reported at the intersection of A and B”. Usually these were from the east side of Lansing, not East Lansing proper. This was different though. The subject was just “Shots fired”. I saved the email, so below is the contents of the first emergency alert: “MSU Police report shots fired incident occurring on or near the East Lansing campus. Secure-in-Place immediately. Run, Hide, Fight. Run means evacuate away from danger if you can do so safely, Hide means to secure-in-place, and Fight means protect yourself if no other option. Monitor alert.msu.edu for information.” As I read this email, I began to hear “pop pop pop pop pop”. Looking back, this matches more closely with the Union shots (the second attack). I kinda immediately went into panic mode. I’m an out of state student, so I called my mom. She kinda picked up happily, but when I said “mom I need you to get on the parent fb page, they’re saying shots on campus”, she went into info overdrive mode. I immediately get out of bed, close the blinds, and turn off the lights. At some point i push my desk in front of my door (I lived on the first floor by an entryway). I kinda had a hard time with this because I couldn’t get it over my rug, but I eventually got it. I grabbed my pepper spray and hid in my closet. My mom was on ft with me and my dad was sitting next to her with the police scanner I sent to him playing. At that point we start hearing the first responders get to the Union and Berkey. I could hear a shit ton of sirens, and I vividly remember hearing the 911 dispatch call out at least two casualties, one of whom was dead on arrival (pretty sure this was Brian). At this point I was texting my best friend (she went to college about two hours away), a family friend, my ra, a group chat of online friends, and constantly refreshing yikyak. I don’t have Twitter but my best friend does, so I was getting pretty much all the info from everywhere. I think what usually gets lost here is that we all legit thought this was a terrorist attack on campus. People were running into dorms and screaming. A lot of these dorms are older (especially in north) and have heavy wooden doors. In a crisis, people slamming doors while screaming sounds a lot like gunfire. 911 calls were coming in from all 5200 acres of campus. People were convinced that the shooters were running with Ak-47s along the river (this turned out to be students running and a team of off duty officers). They actually evacuated Akers, which is pretty much as far from the Union as you an really get, because they were so sure the shooter was in the cafeteria. People were knocking on doors pretending to be police, and at one point, there were rumors of explosives being placed around campus. The scariest part was when the police scanner said that the shooter was in the exact same location as my friends were hiding in. I was convinced for a while that I would never see my friends again. The lockdown lasted for 4.5 hours. MSU is a huge ass campus, so they called in troopers from around the state and the fbi/swat teams as well. They flew helicopters around (the sound still gives me panic attacks) and systematically cleared every building on campus. There were still reports of single shots, but eventually people started to realize that it was probably over as no one new was getting hurt. There were a couple of funny moments though, the major one being when the 911 dispatch pages an ambulance for a girl experiencing neck pain from a car accident two weeks before (it broke the tension and the irony was great). Just after midnight, they found the fucker a couple miles off campus. Pretty much right after shooting up the Union, he fucked off to the residential sector of EL. He shot himself as police closed in and was declared dead on scene. At this point I was still in my closet and heard them as they found him / call time of death. I don’t think i slept that night at all. Once the lockdown was lifted, pretty much everyone who could left campus. I spent the night on the floor of my friend’s room. Around 6 am I went back to my room and packed a bag. We knew classes were gonna be cancelled for at least the next two days, and I knew I sure as hell wasn’t coming back that week. I’m pretty sure I eventually fell asleep around 9 am. I got picked up by my father around 12 pm. My mom wanted to immediately go get me, but my dad convinced her to wait until morning. At that point I was pretty much the only person I knew that was still on campus. Going outside was the weirdest feeling ever. Campus was dead quiet, and I could see a bunch of yellow police tape. I just remember sobbing in my dad’s arms and telling him “im glad I got to come home”. |
2023.06.10 22:04 CoffeeWelder A cautionary tail about hiking.
This happened a year ago. My gf and I are seasoned campers/hikers. We went to one of our favorite remote places in an area of Appalachian Mountains. As we were coming to one of our regular spots, we came up against 3 hunters. They did not look so friendly. They were being passive aggressive and warned us that “we just might get shot bc we aren’t wearing orange. We just might look like dear to someone”. At this moment something isn’t right. But I say(not the best thing) “well, you might be to stupid to be hunting if you think we look like dear”. They did not change there stand-offish/aggressive posture(with rifles in hand). As I had my hand on a revolver in my pocket, my gf tried to break the tension with mentioning that we forgot to put on our orange hats in our back packs(don’t really have). Then we part ways. I’m trying to tell my gf that something is up with those guys. She keeps blowing it off. We get to our spot 20mins later. Right around 45mins to sundown. I am chopping wood while she is working on food/other things. The hatchet breaks/ricochets, hits me in the wrist and cuts some tendons. She noticed something and laughs “did u cut your hand off lol(not knowing). For a second, everything ran through my head. I know the cut was serious. But the first thing I thought of were those hunters. I just said “we got to go”. She started packing quickly as she saw my wrist. We were packed and put the fire out. With my wrist wrapped up, we walked quickly back to the main trail. I stopped and look behind us down the main trail, to what was a vary long road like trail going up the side of a mountain. Near the end(300~yards) were the trail curved. Those hunters were sitting over there. They could see our fire through the trees. I have no doubt in my heart they were watching us and waiting for it to get dark. My gf did not notice and I never said anything. All I could think about was something bad happened so something worse did not. Took 1.5hrs to get to the truck and 2hrs to get to a hospital. After getting surgery in my hometown, I made a full recovery. I will never be convinced that it was all coincidental.
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2023.06.10 22:04 Such-Needleworker803 Eu sou babaca por não querer dar Pózinho de bruxa pra minha namorada menor
Eu (H19), namoro uma guria (17M), nessas últimas semanas ela tem pedido pra comprar um produto no sex shop que é pozinho de bruxa, que é um produto que dá mais tesão.
Só que eu tô com um pé meio atrás pq eu n faço a menor ideia se o consumo é permitido pra menores,tbm eu acho meio errado ainda mais pq ela é de menor então pode da algum problema e eu disse que não quero pelo mesmo motivo de eu não querer comprar álcool pra ela, pq se a mãe ou o pai dela descobre,vai cair por terra toda a confiança que eles depositaram em mim.
Além de ser crime(o dar álcool pra ela) e estou me afastando ao extremo qualquer perigo de eu ter alguma passagem pela polícia, pq eu tenho os planos de ser PM /GCM e isso vai me impedir na hora da investigação social.
Eu disse pra ela que só vou comprar quando ela ficar de maior, que é lá pra novembro, mas até lá nós só vamos nos relacionar normalmente,enfim eu tô sendo babaca/trouxa por isso?.
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Só que eu tô com um pé meio atrás pq eu n faço a menor ideia se o consumo é permitido pra menores,tbm eu acho meio errado ainda mais pq ela é de menor então pode da algum problema e eu disse que não quero pelo mesmo motivo de eu não querer comprar álcool pra ela, pq se a mãe ou o pai dela descobre,vai cair por terra toda a confiança que eles depositaram em mim.
Além de ser crime(o dar álcool pra ela) e estou me afastando ao extremo qualquer perigo de eu ter alguma passagem pela polícia, pq eu tenho os planos de ser PM /GCM e isso vai me impedir na hora da investigação social.
Eu disse pra ela que só vou comprar quando ela ficar de maior, que é lá pra novembro, mas até lá nós só vamos nos relacionar normalmente,enfim eu tô sendo babaca/trouxa por isso?.
2023.06.10 22:04 Soaked_in_bleach24 What’s the story with Uptown Shelby? At first glance, it looks like it has a lot of potential. But when walking around it is a ghost town.
I just stopped in Uptown Shelby after visiting a very vibrant and pretty well populated Main Street in Forest City. At first I thought Shelby was going to be a neat little city, but when walking around damn near everything was closed and sidewalks were empty. What’s the deal? This city has a ton of potential and is quite big, but I was disappointed to get all the shops, cafes and even some restaurants were closed in the middle of a beautiful Saturday…
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2023.06.10 22:03 angry-goatling found cat in minnehaha neighborhood
found this sweet girl near st johns rd and 52nd st. she is not microchipped and is very underweight. i have gotten her treated for fleas and parasites and i am caring for her in my home. already posted this in various places to no avail, so figured i'd try here. dm me if you think you know her!
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2023.06.10 22:03 Crafty-Roof-6630 What would be a good dealership offer for 2021 KIA Forte - GT with <5 miles in California lease?
Leased a Kia Forte-GT Line 2021 in September 2021. There's about 500 dollars left in lease payments expiring in October. I was going to go a few dealerships to get it appraised to see if I could get money for it. It does have some minor scratches on it but zero mechanical issues. The Kelly Blue Book puts my car's value at around 22.5k. I was looking at dealerships around me and one is selling a 2020 Kia forte GT line with 30 thousand miles at nearly 23k. Would it be reasonable to ask for 21.5k. The residual on the car at lease expiration is about 14k.
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2023.06.10 22:02 TheWeetodd Sponsor an A’s fan for the reverse boycott on 6/13
 | Hey fam, submitted by TheWeetodd to OaklandAthletics [link] [comments] I made this post earlier this week; and the tickets went REALLY QUICKLY on both Reddit and Twitter. Several people from here, and baseball from other fan bases reached out asking if they can contribute, so I am reaching out for help to give more tickets away. Help me partner with the Oakland 68’s to purchase another round of group tickets, and distribute amongst the community. The first time around I donated $700 to buy them all myself, but since I am no John Fisher, I am nearly tapped out. That said, I will match every donation up to $300 for another round of group tickets! With the season ticket discount on top of the group ticket discount, every $7 contributed will put another fan in a seat. https://www.oakland68s.org (donate link at the bottom of the page) I look forward to seeing as many of you as possible next Tuesday! |
2023.06.10 22:02 dreamorpheus Probing
Is there a cheap place to get probing done? The only place near me that does probing costs $1500 per eyelid for a a total of $6k for both eyes done.
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2023.06.10 22:02 Aaron_Locke Formal Attire for Thai Wedding
Hello! I've been invited to a wedding in Thailand, and we are just a few short weeks away. For the ceremony, we will wear traditional Thai formalwear. For the reception, I've been asked to find a pink suit. I plan to rent while there and my sister-in-law promises I will be able to find "big boy" sizes. I'm trying to figure out what kind of suit to look for, what to wear with it, and I would like to figure out how to accessorize.
I purchased a nice dark brown pair of Rockports that I needed for work anyway and am hoping to wear. I bet they won't be as dark as the pictures/may need a shine and seal. https://www.rockport.com/products/rockport-style-leader-2-apron-toe-new-brown-gradient?variant=42951234027690&utm_source=google&utm_medium=shopping&utm_campaign=sshop_brand_rockport_male_multi&utm_content=761128_no-promo&gclid=CjwKCAjwvpCkBhB4EiwAujULMi8wkZjENG4CRYsQMdaJI6iuTe5uUKyA_9S4choMt6JUFi_oJFuOShoCGzQQAvD_BwE
I tend to like velvety suits, and I was hoping to find a kind of velvety pink. I'm hoping a darker pink may be available, but I may need to settle for light pink(it's extremely important that it reads as pink though). I still need to figure out what color dress shirt to wear(not scared of patterns but would need to look good obvs), what accessories I need/may want/would look good, and if the shoes are the right move. As I mentioned, I am a pretty bigger guy tummy wise. Please help?
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I purchased a nice dark brown pair of Rockports that I needed for work anyway and am hoping to wear. I bet they won't be as dark as the pictures/may need a shine and seal. https://www.rockport.com/products/rockport-style-leader-2-apron-toe-new-brown-gradient?variant=42951234027690&utm_source=google&utm_medium=shopping&utm_campaign=sshop_brand_rockport_male_multi&utm_content=761128_no-promo&gclid=CjwKCAjwvpCkBhB4EiwAujULMi8wkZjENG4CRYsQMdaJI6iuTe5uUKyA_9S4choMt6JUFi_oJFuOShoCGzQQAvD_BwE
I tend to like velvety suits, and I was hoping to find a kind of velvety pink. I'm hoping a darker pink may be available, but I may need to settle for light pink(it's extremely important that it reads as pink though). I still need to figure out what color dress shirt to wear(not scared of patterns but would need to look good obvs), what accessories I need/may want/would look good, and if the shoes are the right move. As I mentioned, I am a pretty bigger guy tummy wise. Please help?
2023.06.10 22:02 adblink Opinions on this Foundation Crack Repair
 | Mother in law looking to buy a house. It's a 10 year old bungalow in southern Ontario. submitted by adblink to Concrete [link] [comments] Walking around the house I found something that concerns me on the side of the house. A crack that looks like it was parged over, but the crack is still visible. From the outside I could see orange foam 1/4" deep. When we went to check it out in the unfinished basement (which has complete floor to ceiling insulation), we found that there was already a spot in the vaper barrier that had a cut and taped seamed directly where the crack was. Once I opened up, I found a very nasty looking crack that runs the entire length of the wall. See picture. After doing some research, it appears to be the foam injection type of repair. I found the below video, which shows what it should look like. The epoxy should seal the crack completely, which keeps the foam inside the crack, but thats not what we are seeing. https://youtu.be/O6aZVpoJerU If you see the attached photos, you can still clearly see the crack. Thr only thing I can conclude was A) the repair was not done correctly in the first place or B) the crack has actually widened since the initial repair. I'm starting to lean towards option B) because the parging on the outside of the house is cracked, which would only happen after the fact Now I didn't see any signs of water ingress. The back side of the insulation at the crack was clean, no mold or anything like that. Couldn't see anything on the floor either. Ironically when I asked the home owner he had no idea that the repair was there behind the insulation. I found this suspicious from someone who had intimate knowledge about the house from when it was built as they are the original owners. Any thoughts or onions with what im looking at here? Would this concern you if you were looking at a house that was for sale? |
2023.06.10 22:02 InternationalRoll449 Monitor doesn't detect hdmi connection from PC
I recently got a PC and after setting it up (windows) I shut it down. Next time I turned it on it first showed that there is no hdmi connection but after a while of trying again and again it finally started a boot up repair which fixed the issue and I could see the screen, but after spending some time on it downloading stuff i suddenly randomly shut off. Next time I tried turning it on same issue except for that that time I couldn't fix it (Tried a different Monitor, hdmi cable and graphics card but nothing helped). A few hours later before going to bed i tried again and it worked just that after I shut it down and turned it on to see if it would work a second time it didn't. Next day same thing where it didn't work the second time. After taking a look I couldn't find any issues by looking at the insides. Every part is new except for the gpu mobo and cpu. Since i already tried a second gpu it's unlikely that that is the issue. My guess is that there is an overload on some part (probably mother board) needing it to take long brakes? I'm not sure since I don't have a lot of experience since this is my first pc (my friend who has built several before built it for me but he doesn't know any solution either). I also tried holding the reset button which gave me a bluescreen twice and I took the cmos battery out for a while (30mins) to try and reset it. Can anyone help solve this issue?
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2023.06.10 22:01 aqauticacrobat Buying a new guitar
I'm going to buy a new guitar and need some help! I'm UK based so all the music shops around me stock Tanglewood, Rathbone and Brunswick mainly (all the American brands like fender are always so expensive £600+)
I've been playing about 6 months and use an old guitar my older brother used to use ( a brunswick worth about £100)
I'd be happy to spend between £200-300 on it and need some advice on these brands in particular. ( is that price range reasonable for a decent guitar?)
I took a look today at a tanglewood crossroads, it was called a whiskey barrel and had a cutaway neck, I loved the look of it and thought it seemed to have a nice feeling (even though I didn't try play as I was too embarrassed in the music shop lol)
Anyone who can give me some advice would be greatly appreciated!
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I've been playing about 6 months and use an old guitar my older brother used to use ( a brunswick worth about £100)
I'd be happy to spend between £200-300 on it and need some advice on these brands in particular. ( is that price range reasonable for a decent guitar?)
I took a look today at a tanglewood crossroads, it was called a whiskey barrel and had a cutaway neck, I loved the look of it and thought it seemed to have a nice feeling (even though I didn't try play as I was too embarrassed in the music shop lol)
Anyone who can give me some advice would be greatly appreciated!
2023.06.10 22:01 Erutious Stragview Stories: Midnight Visitation
Jasper frowned as he read over the letter, the summons looking like no other mail he’d ever received.
On Saturday, you are summoned to attend Midnight Visitation as part of your rehabilitation. Attendance is non-negotiable, and refusal will result in forced attendance followed by time spent in solitary. Be ready by no later than eleven. The Warden
“Whoa, that's pretty cool,” said Gavin, reading over his shoulder, “Who do you know that would come all the way down here at midnight to see you?”
Jasper didn’t know, and he told him as much. He was in here for killing the last person who had given a crap about him, and he couldn’t think of anyone who would make the trip in the daytime, let alone at night. His parents had disowned him after he’d killed her, and most of his family refused to have anything to do with him. Some of his cousins would still accept his letters, but few of them would bother to write back. Jasper was perplexed by the invitation, but, by the sound of it, it wasn’t much of an invitation anyway. Attendance seemed to be mandatory, and he was pretty sure most of the guards on the compound would enjoy dragging him there in chains.
The letter had come with their mail, and it was one of the few times the guard had called his name. The last year and a half had been difficult for Jasper, but he was getting used to making it on his own. He’d done it all his life, hadn’t he? His mom and dad had been too busy with their own thing to care about their middle child. Barbara was the smart one, Reggy was the athletic people person, and Jasper…well, Jasper was the screw up. His grades had never been too good, his achievements few and far between, and when Grace had come into the picture, his parents figured it was the best Jasper could do.
Jasper had agreed with them. Grace had been his everything from the moment she agreed to go steady with him. Grace was motivated, a natural saleswoman who had strived for something more than middle management. She had a successful business by the time she graduated college, and Jasper was happy to stay at home and keep the house. Jasper provided her with stability, someone to come home to who lacked the means to do any better, but he couldn’t give her the one thing she wanted.
That's why she had left him, and that's why he had killed her.
He couldn’t stand to be apart from her, couldn’t stand for her to be with someone else, and now he was stuck in Stragview for his lapse in judgment.
That's what made the note so cryptic, and the longer he thought about it, the shorter the list of people who would come all the way out here at night became.
He did a little more than wait, he supposed. Jasper had asked around about this Midnight Visitation, but no one seemed to know much about it. The younger guys all shook their heads, and the older guys clammed up when he asked them. It was like a magic spell had been cast over the whole thing, and when you asked some of these guys, it seemed to sap the life out of them before your eyes. Garth, one of the more gregarious murderers on Jasper’s block, had looked downright scared when he’d asked him about the visitation.
“I can’t say nothin,” Garth had said, “and neither will you once you go. It’s a secret that you keep after that. It’s something that changes you, or you keep going back till it does.”
“What changes you?” Jasper had asked, but Garth wouldn’t say anymore.
“Get away from me. Get away, before he thinks I told you.”
He’d left in a hurry then, their chess game only four moves in, and Jasper found he had more questions than before.
He supposed that all would be answered on Saturday, and as the days passed, he found himself a little excited by the whole idea of the thing.
When Saturday night finally arrived, Officer Gauge found him on his bunk, his best uniform still looking ragged, as he waited for whatever might come. Gauge held out a pair of cuffs, telling Jasper that he’d have to cuff him before they left. Jasper nodded, putting his hands behind his back, but Gauge told him that in the front would be fine. Jasper shrugged, it was his show, and let him cuff him in the front. Some of the guys who were still awake made suggestive noises as he left, some of them telling him to enjoy his “night visit”, but a lot of the older guys were noticeably quiet.
Gauge led him to the visitation area, the little spot behind the staff check-in area, and when Jasper shook his cuffs at him, Gauge told him to sit down and put his hands on the eye hook on the table. There were a few guys in here, some of them Jasper knew, but most he didn't, and they all seemed to be cuffed to the protruding hook in the center of the table. Jasper started to buck, but realized it wouldn’t do any good. Whatever this was, they would have him one way or another. He set his hands down on the table, and Gauge pulled a lock out of his pocket. He secured Jasper to the spot before leaving in an all fired hurry.
Whatever was about to happen, Gauge clearly didn’t want any part of it.
Jasper glanced around the room, taking in the men who sat around him. There were about twelve in all, all of them shackled to the table, and they were all spaced so that at least three chairs separated them from another inmate. Most of them looked confused or unsure, but a couple of them looked like they knew what was coming; knew and weren’t looking forward to it. One of them, a big bald bruiser named Dennis, had his head against the table as he cried nakedly between his elbows. Another who Jasper didn’t know was praying in fast spanish. A third, Jasper thought his name might be Conroy, was thrashing around as he pulled at his bonds. His eyes were roving around like a scared horse, and he kept pulling at his cuffs until he heard a lock click near the back of the room.
Then he went still and Jasper thought he saw him listening for something.
A pair of double metal doors at the back of the room burst open then, and Jasper saw a small group walk in unattended by guards. Two of them were children, a pair of twins who looked ghostly under the dim fluorescents. One was a dark haired woman who sat down in front of the man as he prayed. The last was a tall, homely woman who took the seat across from a younger inmate that Jasper couldn’t put a name to. The young man stiffened as she sat down, and the pair was close enough that Jasper could suddenly see that the problem wasn’t the womans face, but rather what was on it. She had a crop of mold growing from ear to ear and as it wove around her eyes, it made her look like she was wearing glasses.
“Hello, Emanuel.” she said, her voice thick but not unhappy to see him, “I see prison had suited you.”
“What the fuck is this?” the inmate said, trying to back away and failing as the chains caught him, “you ain’t real. You look like my ma, but you ain’t my ma.”
“Of course I am, Em. How else would I know about how you drowned me in the bathtub? How else would I know what you did to me before you buried me in the basement? How else would I know how much you cried before you turned yourself in? You felt me watching you from the corner of your room, and it ate at you until you couldn’t take it anymore. The same way,” She leaned in slyly as she grinned, “that you ate at me after I was gone.”
The inmates started making a sound like someone choking on air. He kept pulling away from the woman, but the chains brought him up yet again. Jasper looked away, but he could see similar scenes of horror unfolding around him as more people joined them. The twins sat down in front of the sobbing man, but he wouldn’t lift his head. He wouldn’t look at them, couldn’t look at them, but the longer Jasper looked, the more he could see the bruises around the necks. The deep purple marks looked like individual fingers, and they seemed incable speaking through their bruised throats. They sat menacingly across from him, and every peek he gave them was followed by a hopeless cry of terror.
Others came, men, women, children, mothers, fathers, wives, and everything in between. The inmates' reactions were as varied as the specters. One man could only repeat the phrase “I’m sorry” as a half naked boy of seventeen sat silently across from him. The mother and son he had seen first were now sitting with her hands on his as he rocked and shook his head in negation. What could only be an older man's parents asked if he were proud of what he’d done to them, but he only sat silently and stared right through them.
Jasper wondered when it would be his turn, but he didn’t have long to ponder.
“Sorry I’m late, dear. The commute was dreadful.”
His breath came out as little more than a puff of smoke, and when he turned to look at her, Jasper could tell that it was Grace only by the necklace that she wore. He’d given her that necklace for their third anniversary, and he supposed her parents had left it on her when they buried her. Her face, a face he had loved so much, was gone. She looked like a burn victim, like a used up match stick, and the eyes that looked back at him glowed from empty sockets. Jasper wanted to scream, wanted to pull away as her red and oozing hand came out to touch his, but he couldn’t muster the strength.
She was burnt, her beauty stolen in death, and that too was his fault.
After he’d blind sided her, begging for another chance, she had told him to get lost. She said she couldn’t be with someone who couldn’t give her children, and suggested that he go back to his moms house before her new boyfriend found them together. At the mention of a new boyfriend, he grabbed her by the neck as she turned away and slammed her head against the wall of the stairwell outside her apartment. He had kept right on doing this until she stopped struggling, and even then he did it a few more times. He only stopped when her head began to dribble something besides blood and he realized he had broken her skull. He was scared then, afraid that he would get caught, and when he put her in his car, he wasn’t sure what he intended to do with her.
The police had caught him in his parents backyard, one of her neighbors having seen the whole thing, but by then, Grace had been a charcoal briquette.
He’d heard the funeral had been closed casket, but apparently they hadn’t closed it tight enough.
“Whats wrong dear? Didn’t you tell me you couldn’t live without me? I believe it was a little bit before you smashed my head against the wall. I assumed that, since you’d taken all that time to burn me, that you wanted me to look this way. Well, have a good look, Jasper. See what you’ve done to your Grace!”
Every word she spoke sent flakes of her tongue and lips onto the table, onto his hands, and onto Jasper’s face. She was leaning in closer, bringing her horrible visage closer to him, and Jasper felt his sanity beginning to whimper. As she brought the remains of her blackened lips together, he added his scream to the others. As they pressed against his flesh, he let his eyes roll up to the whites. He tried to stay conscious, but the sheer horror of the situation was eroding his mind. This couldn’t be. Things like this weren’t real. Grace was dead, she couldn’t come back to torment him.
As he regained consciousness, he found that he was still chained to the table and the terrible Grace was still sitting across from him.
“You seem to have gotten a little sleepy, my love. That's okay. The Warden was nice enough to extend invitation for the whole night, and I was more than happy to come and see my best fella.”
Jasper screamed, screamed until his throat broke, and when Gauge opened the door at five o’clock, all those present were as silent as the grave.
Gauge led them away like a flock of lambs, easily correcting them when they tried to stumble out of line. He had been doing this for a while, two or three years at least, and he had learned not to question what went on behind that door. He heard begging, screaming, the mad laughter of the deranged, and at the end of the month, he found an extra five hundred dollars added to his check for every Midnight Visitation he conducted.
His smile curdled when he remembered what the Warden had said to him when he gave him the position.
“I know you’re struggling to feed your appetites, and its only a matter of time before you end up inside these walls for doing something foolish. Why not let me help you feed those urges, and in exchange, I won't tell anyone what sort of debauchery you get up to in your spare time.”
The Warden was a weird one, but Gauge had to admit that he always kept his promises.
Gauge wondered what he put these poor saps through, but quickly put it out of his mind.
The Wardens games were none of his concern, and how he chose to discipline his inmates was his business.
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On Saturday, you are summoned to attend Midnight Visitation as part of your rehabilitation. Attendance is non-negotiable, and refusal will result in forced attendance followed by time spent in solitary. Be ready by no later than eleven. The Warden
“Whoa, that's pretty cool,” said Gavin, reading over his shoulder, “Who do you know that would come all the way down here at midnight to see you?”
Jasper didn’t know, and he told him as much. He was in here for killing the last person who had given a crap about him, and he couldn’t think of anyone who would make the trip in the daytime, let alone at night. His parents had disowned him after he’d killed her, and most of his family refused to have anything to do with him. Some of his cousins would still accept his letters, but few of them would bother to write back. Jasper was perplexed by the invitation, but, by the sound of it, it wasn’t much of an invitation anyway. Attendance seemed to be mandatory, and he was pretty sure most of the guards on the compound would enjoy dragging him there in chains.
The letter had come with their mail, and it was one of the few times the guard had called his name. The last year and a half had been difficult for Jasper, but he was getting used to making it on his own. He’d done it all his life, hadn’t he? His mom and dad had been too busy with their own thing to care about their middle child. Barbara was the smart one, Reggy was the athletic people person, and Jasper…well, Jasper was the screw up. His grades had never been too good, his achievements few and far between, and when Grace had come into the picture, his parents figured it was the best Jasper could do.
Jasper had agreed with them. Grace had been his everything from the moment she agreed to go steady with him. Grace was motivated, a natural saleswoman who had strived for something more than middle management. She had a successful business by the time she graduated college, and Jasper was happy to stay at home and keep the house. Jasper provided her with stability, someone to come home to who lacked the means to do any better, but he couldn’t give her the one thing she wanted.
That's why she had left him, and that's why he had killed her.
He couldn’t stand to be apart from her, couldn’t stand for her to be with someone else, and now he was stuck in Stragview for his lapse in judgment.
That's what made the note so cryptic, and the longer he thought about it, the shorter the list of people who would come all the way out here at night became.
He did a little more than wait, he supposed. Jasper had asked around about this Midnight Visitation, but no one seemed to know much about it. The younger guys all shook their heads, and the older guys clammed up when he asked them. It was like a magic spell had been cast over the whole thing, and when you asked some of these guys, it seemed to sap the life out of them before your eyes. Garth, one of the more gregarious murderers on Jasper’s block, had looked downright scared when he’d asked him about the visitation.
“I can’t say nothin,” Garth had said, “and neither will you once you go. It’s a secret that you keep after that. It’s something that changes you, or you keep going back till it does.”
“What changes you?” Jasper had asked, but Garth wouldn’t say anymore.
“Get away from me. Get away, before he thinks I told you.”
He’d left in a hurry then, their chess game only four moves in, and Jasper found he had more questions than before.
He supposed that all would be answered on Saturday, and as the days passed, he found himself a little excited by the whole idea of the thing.
When Saturday night finally arrived, Officer Gauge found him on his bunk, his best uniform still looking ragged, as he waited for whatever might come. Gauge held out a pair of cuffs, telling Jasper that he’d have to cuff him before they left. Jasper nodded, putting his hands behind his back, but Gauge told him that in the front would be fine. Jasper shrugged, it was his show, and let him cuff him in the front. Some of the guys who were still awake made suggestive noises as he left, some of them telling him to enjoy his “night visit”, but a lot of the older guys were noticeably quiet.
Gauge led him to the visitation area, the little spot behind the staff check-in area, and when Jasper shook his cuffs at him, Gauge told him to sit down and put his hands on the eye hook on the table. There were a few guys in here, some of them Jasper knew, but most he didn't, and they all seemed to be cuffed to the protruding hook in the center of the table. Jasper started to buck, but realized it wouldn’t do any good. Whatever this was, they would have him one way or another. He set his hands down on the table, and Gauge pulled a lock out of his pocket. He secured Jasper to the spot before leaving in an all fired hurry.
Whatever was about to happen, Gauge clearly didn’t want any part of it.
Jasper glanced around the room, taking in the men who sat around him. There were about twelve in all, all of them shackled to the table, and they were all spaced so that at least three chairs separated them from another inmate. Most of them looked confused or unsure, but a couple of them looked like they knew what was coming; knew and weren’t looking forward to it. One of them, a big bald bruiser named Dennis, had his head against the table as he cried nakedly between his elbows. Another who Jasper didn’t know was praying in fast spanish. A third, Jasper thought his name might be Conroy, was thrashing around as he pulled at his bonds. His eyes were roving around like a scared horse, and he kept pulling at his cuffs until he heard a lock click near the back of the room.
Then he went still and Jasper thought he saw him listening for something.
A pair of double metal doors at the back of the room burst open then, and Jasper saw a small group walk in unattended by guards. Two of them were children, a pair of twins who looked ghostly under the dim fluorescents. One was a dark haired woman who sat down in front of the man as he prayed. The last was a tall, homely woman who took the seat across from a younger inmate that Jasper couldn’t put a name to. The young man stiffened as she sat down, and the pair was close enough that Jasper could suddenly see that the problem wasn’t the womans face, but rather what was on it. She had a crop of mold growing from ear to ear and as it wove around her eyes, it made her look like she was wearing glasses.
“Hello, Emanuel.” she said, her voice thick but not unhappy to see him, “I see prison had suited you.”
“What the fuck is this?” the inmate said, trying to back away and failing as the chains caught him, “you ain’t real. You look like my ma, but you ain’t my ma.”
“Of course I am, Em. How else would I know about how you drowned me in the bathtub? How else would I know what you did to me before you buried me in the basement? How else would I know how much you cried before you turned yourself in? You felt me watching you from the corner of your room, and it ate at you until you couldn’t take it anymore. The same way,” She leaned in slyly as she grinned, “that you ate at me after I was gone.”
The inmates started making a sound like someone choking on air. He kept pulling away from the woman, but the chains brought him up yet again. Jasper looked away, but he could see similar scenes of horror unfolding around him as more people joined them. The twins sat down in front of the sobbing man, but he wouldn’t lift his head. He wouldn’t look at them, couldn’t look at them, but the longer Jasper looked, the more he could see the bruises around the necks. The deep purple marks looked like individual fingers, and they seemed incable speaking through their bruised throats. They sat menacingly across from him, and every peek he gave them was followed by a hopeless cry of terror.
Others came, men, women, children, mothers, fathers, wives, and everything in between. The inmates' reactions were as varied as the specters. One man could only repeat the phrase “I’m sorry” as a half naked boy of seventeen sat silently across from him. The mother and son he had seen first were now sitting with her hands on his as he rocked and shook his head in negation. What could only be an older man's parents asked if he were proud of what he’d done to them, but he only sat silently and stared right through them.
Jasper wondered when it would be his turn, but he didn’t have long to ponder.
“Sorry I’m late, dear. The commute was dreadful.”
His breath came out as little more than a puff of smoke, and when he turned to look at her, Jasper could tell that it was Grace only by the necklace that she wore. He’d given her that necklace for their third anniversary, and he supposed her parents had left it on her when they buried her. Her face, a face he had loved so much, was gone. She looked like a burn victim, like a used up match stick, and the eyes that looked back at him glowed from empty sockets. Jasper wanted to scream, wanted to pull away as her red and oozing hand came out to touch his, but he couldn’t muster the strength.
She was burnt, her beauty stolen in death, and that too was his fault.
After he’d blind sided her, begging for another chance, she had told him to get lost. She said she couldn’t be with someone who couldn’t give her children, and suggested that he go back to his moms house before her new boyfriend found them together. At the mention of a new boyfriend, he grabbed her by the neck as she turned away and slammed her head against the wall of the stairwell outside her apartment. He had kept right on doing this until she stopped struggling, and even then he did it a few more times. He only stopped when her head began to dribble something besides blood and he realized he had broken her skull. He was scared then, afraid that he would get caught, and when he put her in his car, he wasn’t sure what he intended to do with her.
The police had caught him in his parents backyard, one of her neighbors having seen the whole thing, but by then, Grace had been a charcoal briquette.
He’d heard the funeral had been closed casket, but apparently they hadn’t closed it tight enough.
“Whats wrong dear? Didn’t you tell me you couldn’t live without me? I believe it was a little bit before you smashed my head against the wall. I assumed that, since you’d taken all that time to burn me, that you wanted me to look this way. Well, have a good look, Jasper. See what you’ve done to your Grace!”
Every word she spoke sent flakes of her tongue and lips onto the table, onto his hands, and onto Jasper’s face. She was leaning in closer, bringing her horrible visage closer to him, and Jasper felt his sanity beginning to whimper. As she brought the remains of her blackened lips together, he added his scream to the others. As they pressed against his flesh, he let his eyes roll up to the whites. He tried to stay conscious, but the sheer horror of the situation was eroding his mind. This couldn’t be. Things like this weren’t real. Grace was dead, she couldn’t come back to torment him.
As he regained consciousness, he found that he was still chained to the table and the terrible Grace was still sitting across from him.
“You seem to have gotten a little sleepy, my love. That's okay. The Warden was nice enough to extend invitation for the whole night, and I was more than happy to come and see my best fella.”
Jasper screamed, screamed until his throat broke, and when Gauge opened the door at five o’clock, all those present were as silent as the grave.
Gauge led them away like a flock of lambs, easily correcting them when they tried to stumble out of line. He had been doing this for a while, two or three years at least, and he had learned not to question what went on behind that door. He heard begging, screaming, the mad laughter of the deranged, and at the end of the month, he found an extra five hundred dollars added to his check for every Midnight Visitation he conducted.
His smile curdled when he remembered what the Warden had said to him when he gave him the position.
“I know you’re struggling to feed your appetites, and its only a matter of time before you end up inside these walls for doing something foolish. Why not let me help you feed those urges, and in exchange, I won't tell anyone what sort of debauchery you get up to in your spare time.”
The Warden was a weird one, but Gauge had to admit that he always kept his promises.
Gauge wondered what he put these poor saps through, but quickly put it out of his mind.
The Wardens games were none of his concern, and how he chose to discipline his inmates was his business.
2023.06.10 22:01 Dubspell Doppelganger story comes full circle
So I met this very awesome guy near Christmastime 2013 in Oakland, CA while fleeing a bad family situation in Arizona. We were immediately in our own world, falling in love fast when the reality of his divorce-in-process and some of my own circumstances started to interfere. When I stopped seeing him he started drinking very heavily and got sick. We were both pretty bummed it didn’t work out, but said goodbye on very good terms. When I returned to Arizona (2014) and was bussing to work at night, I saw him. The night of a gorgeous full-moon later that year in December, no less. I was walking from the bus stop to work when I saw someone standing at the corner up ahead, looking down at a cell phone. This alone was odd, because I never saw ANYONE on this stretch at that time of night. The closer I got, the more I realized it was the guy from Oakland. I couldn’t understand why he would be in Arizona, or how he could know where I was. My stride quickened as I was excited to approach and maybe talk to this person, but when I got about 50 yards away and could see it was DEFINITELY him (aside from this strange “softness” to the skin on his face he did not normally have - but the haircut, sideburns, his height, build, shoes, and clothes were incredibly uncanny) he looked up from his phone, directly at me, and then took off at a full run up the adjacent street. I hurried to the corner, looked down the street he’d run up, and saw absolutely no one. This was a friday night. I would work whole weekends (group home for foster youth) and return home on Sunday mornings. When I got home I took a very long nap, as that was my routine at the time. When I woke up, I had received text messages from the guy in Oakland, out of the blue. He said he had been thinking of me since it was Christmas time again, and that he just wanted to say hi. I asked what he’d been doing that friday and he said he’d simply worked, gone home, and gone to bed. I told him what I’d experienced and he had no more answers than I did. I had several dreams later that someone was relaying his passing to me at a party in Oakland, but shrugged it off as my own fears toward his struggle with alcohol. Nonetheless I run google check ups on him every once in a while. Just recently found out that in 2021 he passed away at the age of 41. I’m not sure how and will likely never ask his family, but it feels like I was being warned and did nothing to reach out to him. This all does fit the classic doppelganger definition so well, so I thought I'd share!
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2023.06.10 22:01 Vertex138 /r/cursedvideos is going to be locked on June 12th in regards to the recent API policy changes
Yes, yes, I'm sure by now, you have heard about subreddits locking, privating, or "going dark" during this time period. If you haven't, here's a good source to read about what's going on.
TL;DR: On June 12th, the subreddit will be locked. The subreddit will remain locked until the situation shows signs of genuine improvement, or will instead be made private if the situation grows much worse.
I'm not about to stand on a soapbox and preach as to how you should feel about the API changes, nor am I going to try to upload a tabloid-styled infographic with a Rick and Morty joke about how serious this choice will affect Reddit and why you should be shitting yourself about it. You're also not going to see me commenting on a massive post about how """proud""" I am to be closing the subreddit in protest and be added to "le goodboy list". However, we have used the Reddit API in the past to run a couple of themed bots, generate download links, and provide great automation for our moderation. Our subreddit isn't nearly as busy as it used to be, but this API was crucial to our growth and development. If these changes were made three or four years ago, our subreddit wouldn't be nearly the size it is today.
Reddit is a place for self expression, and connecting with people who share the same interests as you. It's about open ended discussion for virtually anybody. Myself, our moderation team, and our tens of thousands of active subscribers all love cursed videos, for instance; and although we love to bicker and moan at each other, this opportunity has let us all share media we enjoy with so many other people. Having a service like this that is accessible to everybody for practically free has left a great impact on virtually millions of people, with thousands of newcomers everyday. There's a reason why "Create a Subreddit" is such a pronounced feature; it's something that literally anybody with an account can do.
A limitation to any service will always come as a disappointment, whether is come from inaccessibility, greed, or lack of proper staffing. It's pretty disappointing to see the team that began this experience grow to be so out of touch with their community. While we understand that expressing personal opinions or trying to create panic about these changes is not productive, it is important to acknowledge the value that the Reddit API has brought to countless communities.
On June 12th, the subreddit will be locked. You'll still be able to view old videos and comments, at least for a while, but you won't be able to submit videos or comments. We were intending on unlocking everything once again on the 14th, but with the climate of this situation continuing to grow even worse, I don't believe that would be beneficial for the situation. The subreddit will remain locked until the situation shows signs of genuine improvement, or will instead be made private if the situation grows much worse.
Ah. I rambled. I do that a lot. Anyways, that's pretty much it.
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TL;DR: On June 12th, the subreddit will be locked. The subreddit will remain locked until the situation shows signs of genuine improvement, or will instead be made private if the situation grows much worse.
I'm not about to stand on a soapbox and preach as to how you should feel about the API changes, nor am I going to try to upload a tabloid-styled infographic with a Rick and Morty joke about how serious this choice will affect Reddit and why you should be shitting yourself about it. You're also not going to see me commenting on a massive post about how """proud""" I am to be closing the subreddit in protest and be added to "le goodboy list". However, we have used the Reddit API in the past to run a couple of themed bots, generate download links, and provide great automation for our moderation. Our subreddit isn't nearly as busy as it used to be, but this API was crucial to our growth and development. If these changes were made three or four years ago, our subreddit wouldn't be nearly the size it is today.
Reddit is a place for self expression, and connecting with people who share the same interests as you. It's about open ended discussion for virtually anybody. Myself, our moderation team, and our tens of thousands of active subscribers all love cursed videos, for instance; and although we love to bicker and moan at each other, this opportunity has let us all share media we enjoy with so many other people. Having a service like this that is accessible to everybody for practically free has left a great impact on virtually millions of people, with thousands of newcomers everyday. There's a reason why "Create a Subreddit" is such a pronounced feature; it's something that literally anybody with an account can do.
A limitation to any service will always come as a disappointment, whether is come from inaccessibility, greed, or lack of proper staffing. It's pretty disappointing to see the team that began this experience grow to be so out of touch with their community. While we understand that expressing personal opinions or trying to create panic about these changes is not productive, it is important to acknowledge the value that the Reddit API has brought to countless communities.
On June 12th, the subreddit will be locked. You'll still be able to view old videos and comments, at least for a while, but you won't be able to submit videos or comments. We were intending on unlocking everything once again on the 14th, but with the climate of this situation continuing to grow even worse, I don't believe that would be beneficial for the situation. The subreddit will remain locked until the situation shows signs of genuine improvement, or will instead be made private if the situation grows much worse.
Ah. I rambled. I do that a lot. Anyways, that's pretty much it.