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2023.06.07 23:07 ArchipelagoMind [SP] Chapter 67: Vexids Receives - Part Two

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The Archipelago publishes every Wednesday. See the pinned comment for links to the contents.
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I tied the boat up to a small jetti, somewhat relieved Alessia couldn’t see the knot I hastily threw together, and pulled myself up onto the platform.
Already I could feel a degree of exhaustion. The short row to the shore had already eaten away at the atrophied muscles in my arms. Still, the impatience in my brain had won out. It needed exercise more than my body needed rest.
While I built up some reserves of energy, I took in my surroundings. I hoped to find an islander on a break, idly waiting by the sea, and who might want to talk about Vexids. But while the port didn’t seem busy, anyone I could see was engaged in a task. Porters carried textiles - mostly wool and cotton - off to waiting traders, sellers and buyers negotiated with the waiting boats down by the dock, but no one was stopped. Usually, beyond trade, ports were a place where you’d find those relaxing, finding peace in the coming and going of the waves. But here, there were none.
“Can I help you?” I turned to see a woman in her mid-thirties bounding towards me with almost excessive enthusiasm.
“Yes. I’m just visiting. I came on the large ship.” I tilted my head towards the Deer Drum boat, floating off the coast like an island of its own
“Ah excellent. Another from Deer Drum. Welcome. Can I introduce you to our island? Maybe give you a tour?” She grinned wide, as though pulling her own cheeks back with hooks.
The woman’s overt enthusiasm felt abrasive against my own lethargy. An ache ran across my back. “I would love to understand more.” The words felt stiff, my vocal chords still stretching into shape. “We may have to move slowly though, I’ve been recovering from an injury.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” the woman replied with the same tone and smile. “Well, if you want to learn more about the island, you’re in luck. My name is Endesha. My passion is sharing the island’s history with others, and I’m on my passion rotation right now. ”
“Passion rotation?”
“Yes. Are you familiar with our island at all?” She said, clasping her hands together by her stomach.
“Honestly, nothing. I know a couple of the islanders have been here. One girl in particular, fifteen years old.” I held up my hand out about Mirai’s height. “I hear she’s visited a lot and likes the place. But no idea beyond that.”
Endesha looked up, searching her memory. “Ah, yes. Mirai. Brilliant young woman. I’ve met her a few times. Fits right in here, a mind like that.” She said, pointing a finger. “Well, maybe we can walk to the town square, it’s only a short walk, and I’ll tell you a bit more about our history on our way.”
I nodded in agreement, and Endesha held up an arm to guide the way. She led me up through the town past beige stone structures till we arrived at a long, thin building. Inside I could hear the thrum of machines, the thudding so loud it threatened to topple the aged and cracked walls. Endesha pointed to an engraving; old eroded numbers that read 7-7-10.
“This is one of the oldest buildings in the work part of town. And it celebrates our most important rule.” Endesha looked at it with reverence. “When The Archipelago formed, those here felt that too many had died living wasteful lives, never doing what made them truly happy. And so beaame the law.” She began counting each point on her fingers. “Seven hours of work, our sacrifice to keeping the island running and ensuring we have food to eat. Seven hours to rest, eat and sleep.” She leaned in, her mouth grinning with delight. “And ten hours to chase our passions, and become the best people we can be.”
“You only work for seven hours? The other seventeen are all yours?”
“To be the best we can be.” She corrected me with a wagged finger. “The whole town is separated into three sectors. Here, near the harbour, is our industry, to the North we have the homes where people live and sleep, and to the east, is the true treasure of the island. The drive sector.” She turned and jolted with purpose, drawn eastwards by the sector’s mere mention. My legs strained to keep up, joints unsteady and unsure. “I’ve spent a fair amount of time pouring over the documents from the island’s founding and how they describe the old world. There are old descriptions of people watching moving pictures, or making men and women move with hand-held controllers just for fun. They use the term *to kill time*. Can you believe that? To kill time.”
I thought of the many times on Alessia’s boat, on a relatively still day, when I would simply sit on the edge, watching peaceful waves roll by. “I… I think we might still do that?”
“Not here.” Endesha said, her arms outstretched, allowing a broad chest to bellow the words out. “Tell me, Ferdinand. When are you happiest?”
“What?” I said, my feet almost tripping on the words.
“When do you feel happy?”
I tried to go through a list. The drunken walk back to our property on Talin Barier with Alessia. Singing songs with the Deer Drum crew. When Alessia gave me my room on the boat. So many came back to Alessia. Too many. “I’m not sure,” I said, still dodging the truth even to a stranger. “People maybe?”
“Even in the old world people spoke of having a calling. Something they wanted to do - not for glory or riches, but for the love of the task. Pursuing that is where happiness lies. Sure, you can be fine sitting about on a warm sunny day…” She waved an arm dismissively. “But real contentment lies in what drives us, what fascinates us. Don’t you agree?”
A small smile flickered across my lips as I remembered my own calling. While the chase of the Citadel on Kadear had been intoxicating, travelling the Archipelago had been more than a want. Happiness that lifted your chest as well as your lips. “I’m beginning to.”
Her already huge smile gained an extra lift at my agreement. “Then is it not the duty of this - or any island, to help you achieve those dreams? To push you to do what you are capable of.” She prodded my chest with a hard finger. “That is what those ten hours are for. To chase what drives you. To become what you are capable of. Not for the island, but for yourself.”
The conversation paused as the road widened out into a large town square. In the middle was a wooden stage made of varnished pine. It was low enough that you could step up to it with a good leap, but wide enough to hold a good thirty or forty people if required.
“We have a bit of a ritual that comes with those passions,” Endesha chuckled, staring at the platform. “I took a while to understand it, I had to go through pages and pages of correspondence among the island’s first council members. However, what they realised is that one of the most important parts of chasing your passions is to acknowledge them. To state your dreams aloud and not cower from them.”
It made sense. So many times I had stared at that map in my home in Kadear. But other than brief conversations with Thomas my wishes of travelling were hidden. Only external events brought that desire out of the darkness.
Endesha walked towards the stage. I could almost see the years of the residents who had taken to the stand in her eyes. “Between the ages of fifteen and sixteen, all residents come here to declare their passion in front of the island. I came here,” she pointed to each individual invisible attendee. “I told them I wanted to learn about the history of Vexids Receives and share it with visitors. And in attending, they told me that they would help me, push me in pursuit of that passion.” She turned to me, her smile reverential. “In a few weeks, the next group will take to that stage. And you can be certain I will be witness to their proclamations.”
I thought about what I would’ve said on such a stage. How much easier would my travels have been if I had had to declare that drive to my fellow islanders, and they in turn were duty bound to help me pursue it?
Endesha meanwhile was telling me about the history of the stage. The details of when it was first built and the repairs done to it over the years, and how it intertwined with the rest of the planned town. But the dates and minutia weren’t the reason for the smile on my face. It was the growing understanding of this place, and the freedom to give yourself not just to your island, or your own greed and vices, but to what called you.
It seemed to shake off some of the lethargy in my bones, and when Endesha asked if I wanted to continue on to the see the passion sector, I obliged.
We made our way east, as Endesha regaled me with the founders’ foresight in the layout. A series of workshops each in their own courtyard, their entrances facing inward. Each one had large wooden shutters at the back and front the entire width of the building save for a small doorway at the end. The lack of warmth in Winter was a price worth paying for the community the openness created.
We turned and entered into one of the courtyards as I was met with the output of people’s hobbies: the sound of sandpaper grated across wood, the tune of an accordion pushing notes through its pipes. I could smell the aroma of old books, in between the wafts of fresh paint.
The sights and sounds were a melody somehow borne of cacophony. No thread connected each space. Each room was home to a different activity. All the island did was give space for them to grow. And yet, the end result seemed harmonious.
I watched a woman placing red hot metal into a great furnace, while next door another folded dough, flour pluming into the air each time the bread hit the table.
Creaking metal snatched my attention. Atop one of the rooms to the left was a small windmill. Rusted iron blades oscillated with each rotation, but still it turned in the light breeze. From its base, a slew of cables ran down the roof disappearing through a hole near the edge. Looking into the shadowy room I could see two figures. A middle aged man, with curly balding hair, and a teenage girl.
“Mirai!” I called out.
Mirai looked up, two wires in one hand, and a tool in the other. “Ferdinand! You made it off the ship.”
“Eir finally let me go.”
Mirai put the wires down on a bench and pointed to the man behind her. “This is Charles. Charles, this is Ferdinand. He helped us move from Deer Drum.”
The man took off a pair of thick, leather gloves and reached out to shake my hand. His face was blotched, and there were a few wrinkles across his brow. But his cheeks were taut and youthful. “Good to meet you. Welcome to my electrical shop.”
“Charles does electrical engineering as his passion,” Mirai said, jumping in to add more information. “He’s built so many things. Small engines, toys… every workshop in this courtyard has electric lights now thanks to Charles.” She pointed to the bulb hanging from dangled wiring above.
“I’m no genius. But I’ve got pretty good over the years.” Charles said, thumbs tucked into the straps of his overalls.
Mirai continued. “He’s currently trying to get a windmill working. He could power the whole island off wind power alone.”
“It used to be a common form of electrical power in the old world,” Endesha added, stepping between us. “I believe there may be the odd island in the Archipelago where it exists, but it would be a serious boon to have it here.”
Charles grinned but bowed his head.
“Charles has been letting me help out for the past few days. Soldering cables, testing currents, that kind of thing,” Mirai beamed.
“She’s been a great help. Hard to try and fix the turbine on the roof and measure the currents down here at the same time,” Charles added with a chuckle.
“It’s amazing. I’ve been sitting on that boat for months just watching the oceans roll by,” Mirai stretched out the words so they were as boring as a flat, windless sea. “I designed that one fish net, but other than that I haven’t got to do anything. But, Ferdinand, I love this stuff.”
“I’m glad it’s going so well,” I smiled.
Suddenly she snapped her fingers. “Here, let me show you something.” She turned, leaping between tables, before returning with a series of wires that connected a lightbulb to a small metal box with a wooden handle. “I made this. Turn the handle.”
I looked at her hesitantly.
“Go on.”
It was only the width of my palm, but still, the small pole was hard to turn.
Mirai laughed. “Harder. You’ll have to go faster.”
My muscles were still wasted and weak from the Anmanion islands, and even this small chore was causing my arm to ache. However, for Mirai’s sake, I put in more effort, pushing past the resistance, until the wheel span faster and I saw a small flicker of light from the bulb. The spark invigorated me, and I cranked harder until a soft yellow glow from the bulb rose and dimmed with each shift of my arm. We all watched the light for a few seconds, until the stiffness in my wrist returned and I had to stop.
“Mirai, that’s amazing.” I smiled, shaking off the aches.
“I mean, it’s nothing compared to what Charles has done.” Mirai looked to the side, turning her cheeks. “But it’s a start.”
“It’s an excellent start,” I nodded.
The enthusiasm came back. “I just love this stuff so much. I wish I could do it forever.”
“You could,” Endesha interrupted.
All heads turned to her.
“Anyone can join Vexids Receives over the age of fifteen. It was one of the rules created by the island’s founders. All you have to do is declare your passion during the ceremony.”
I felt my teeth grit, watching this stranger so ignorant of Mirai and her world. Mirai’s face lit up. “When’s the next ceremony!?”
“About three weeks’ time.” Endesha replied, ignoring my grimace.
Mirai’s eyes glossed over, filled with an idyllic vision. “I can keep doing this? I can stay?”
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2023.06.07 23:04 ArchipelagoMind [The Archipelago] Chapter 67: Vexids Receives - Part Two

[The Archipelago] Chapter 67: Vexids Receives - Part Two

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I tied the boat up to a small jetti, somewhat relieved Alessia couldn’t see the knot I hastily threw together, and pulled myself up onto the platform.
Already I could feel a degree of exhaustion. The short row to the shore had already eaten away at the atrophied muscles in my arms. Still, the impatience in my brain had won out. It needed exercise more than my body needed rest.
While I built up some reserves of energy, I took in my surroundings. I hoped to find an islander on a break, idly waiting by the sea, and who might want to talk about Vexids. But while the port didn’t seem busy, anyone I could see was engaged in a task. Porters carried textiles - mostly wool and cotton - off to waiting traders, sellers and buyers negotiated with the waiting boats down by the dock, but no one was stopped. Usually, beyond trade, ports were a place where you’d find those relaxing, finding peace in the coming and going of the waves. But here, there were none.
“Can I help you?” I turned to see a woman in her mid-thirties bounding towards me with almost excessive enthusiasm.
“Yes. I’m just visiting. I came on the large ship.” I tilted my head towards the Deer Drum boat, floating off the coast like an island of its own
“Ah excellent. Another from Deer Drum. Welcome. Can I introduce you to our island? Maybe give you a tour?” She grinned wide, as though pulling her own cheeks back with hooks.
The woman’s overt enthusiasm felt abrasive against my own lethargy. An ache ran across my back. “I would love to understand more.” The words felt stiff, my vocal chords still stretching into shape. “We may have to move slowly though, I’ve been recovering from an injury.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” the woman replied with the same tone and smile. “Well, if you want to learn more about the island, you’re in luck. My name is Endesha. My passion is sharing the island’s history with others, and I’m on my passion rotation right now. ”
“Passion rotation?”
“Yes. Are you familiar with our island at all?” She said, clasping her hands together by her stomach.
“Honestly, nothing. I know a couple of the islanders have been here. One girl in particular, fifteen years old.” I held up my hand out about Mirai’s height. “I hear she’s visited a lot and likes the place. But no idea beyond that.”
Endesha looked up, searching her memory. “Ah, yes. Mirai. Brilliant young woman. I’ve met her a few times. Fits right in here, a mind like that.” She said, pointing a finger. “Well, maybe we can walk to the town square, it’s only a short walk, and I’ll tell you a bit more about our history on our way.”
I nodded in agreement, and Endesha held up an arm to guide the way. She led me up through the town past beige stone structures till we arrived at a long, thin building. Inside I could hear the thrum of machines, the thudding so loud it threatened to topple the aged and cracked walls. Endesha pointed to an engraving; old eroded numbers that read 7-7-10.
“This is one of the oldest buildings in the work part of town. And it celebrates our most important rule.” Endesha looked at it with reverence. “When The Archipelago formed, those here felt that too many had died living wasteful lives, never doing what made them truly happy. And so beaame the law.” She began counting each point on her fingers. “Seven hours of work, our sacrifice to keeping the island running and ensuring we have food to eat. Seven hours to rest, eat and sleep.” She leaned in, her mouth grinning with delight. “And ten hours to chase our passions, and become the best people we can be.”
“You only work for seven hours? The other seventeen are all yours?”
“To be the best we can be.” She corrected me with a wagged finger. “The whole town is separated into three sectors. Here, near the harbour, is our industry, to the North we have the homes where people live and sleep, and to the east, is the true treasure of the island. The drive sector.” She turned and jolted with purpose, drawn eastwards by the sector’s mere mention. My legs strained to keep up, joints unsteady and unsure. “I’ve spent a fair amount of time pouring over the documents from the island’s founding and how they describe the old world. There are old descriptions of people watching moving pictures, or making men and women move with hand-held controllers just for fun. They use the term *to kill time*. Can you believe that? To kill time.”
I thought of the many times on Alessia’s boat, on a relatively still day, when I would simply sit on the edge, watching peaceful waves roll by. “I… I think we might still do that?”
“Not here.” Endesha said, her arms outstretched, allowing a broad chest to bellow the words out. “Tell me, Ferdinand. When are you happiest?”
“What?” I said, my feet almost tripping on the words.
“When do you feel happy?”
I tried to go through a list. The drunken walk back to our property on Talin Barier with Alessia. Singing songs with the Deer Drum crew. When Alessia gave me my room on the boat. So many came back to Alessia. Too many. “I’m not sure,” I said, still dodging the truth even to a stranger. “People maybe?”
“Even in the old world people spoke of having a calling. Something they wanted to do - not for glory or riches, but for the love of the task. Pursuing that is where happiness lies. Sure, you can be fine sitting about on a warm sunny day…” She waved an arm dismissively. “But real contentment lies in what drives us, what fascinates us. Don’t you agree?”
A small smile flickered across my lips as I remembered my own calling. While the chase of the Citadel on Kadear had been intoxicating, travelling the Archipelago had been more than a want. Happiness that lifted your chest as well as your lips. “I’m beginning to.”
Her already huge smile gained an extra lift at my agreement. “Then is it not the duty of this - or any island, to help you achieve those dreams? To push you to do what you are capable of.” She prodded my chest with a hard finger. “That is what those ten hours are for. To chase what drives you. To become what you are capable of. Not for the island, but for yourself.”
The conversation paused as the road widened out into a large town square. In the middle was a wooden stage made of varnished pine. It was low enough that you could step up to it with a good leap, but wide enough to hold a good thirty or forty people if required.
“We have a bit of a ritual that comes with those passions,” Endesha chuckled, staring at the platform. “I took a while to understand it, I had to go through pages and pages of correspondence among the island’s first council members. However, what they realised is that one of the most important parts of chasing your passions is to acknowledge them. To state your dreams aloud and not cower from them.”
It made sense. So many times I had stared at that map in my home in Kadear. But other than brief conversations with Thomas my wishes of travelling were hidden. Only external events brought that desire out of the darkness.
Endesha walked towards the stage. I could almost see the years of the residents who had taken to the stand in her eyes. “Between the ages of fifteen and sixteen, all residents come here to declare their passion in front of the island. I came here,” she pointed to each individual invisible attendee. “I told them I wanted to learn about the history of Vexids Receives and share it with visitors. And in attending, they told me that they would help me, push me in pursuit of that passion.” She turned to me, her smile reverential. “In a few weeks, the next group will take to that stage. And you can be certain I will be witness to their proclamations.”
I thought about what I would’ve said on such a stage. How much easier would my travels have been if I had had to declare that drive to my fellow islanders, and they in turn were duty bound to help me pursue it?
Endesha meanwhile was telling me about the history of the stage. The details of when it was first built and the repairs done to it over the years, and how it intertwined with the rest of the planned town. But the dates and minutia weren’t the reason for the smile on my face. It was the growing understanding of this place, and the freedom to give yourself not just to your island, or your own greed and vices, but to what called you.
It seemed to shake off some of the lethargy in my bones, and when Endesha asked if I wanted to continue on to the see the passion sector, I obliged.
We made our way east, as Endesha regaled me with the founders’ foresight in the layout. A series of workshops each in their own courtyard, their entrances facing inward. Each one had large wooden shutters at the back and front the entire width of the building save for a small doorway at the end. The lack of warmth in Winter was a price worth paying for the community the openness created.
We turned and entered into one of the courtyards as I was met with the output of people’s hobbies: the sound of sandpaper grated across wood, the tune of an accordion pushing notes through its pipes. I could smell the aroma of old books, in between the wafts of fresh paint.
The sights and sounds were a melody somehow borne of cacophony. No thread connected each space. Each room was home to a different activity. All the island did was give space for them to grow. And yet, the end result seemed harmonious.
I watched a woman placing red hot metal into a great furnace, while next door another folded dough, flour pluming into the air each time the bread hit the table.
Creaking metal snatched my attention. Atop one of the rooms to the left was a small windmill. Rusted iron blades oscillated with each rotation, but still it turned in the light breeze. From its base, a slew of cables ran down the roof disappearing through a hole near the edge. Looking into the shadowy room I could see two figures. A middle aged man, with curly balding hair, and a teenage girl.
“Mirai!” I called out.
Mirai looked up, two wires in one hand, and a tool in the other. “Ferdinand! You made it off the ship.”
“Eir finally let me go.”
Mirai put the wires down on a bench and pointed to the man behind her. “This is Charles. Charles, this is Ferdinand. He helped us move from Deer Drum.”
The man took off a pair of thick, leather gloves and reached out to shake my hand. His face was blotched, and there were a few wrinkles across his brow. But his cheeks were taut and youthful. “Good to meet you. Welcome to my electrical shop.”
“Charles does electrical engineering as his passion,” Mirai said, jumping in to add more information. “He’s built so many things. Small engines, toys… every workshop in this courtyard has electric lights now thanks to Charles.” She pointed to the bulb hanging from dangled wiring above.
“I’m no genius. But I’ve got pretty good over the years.” Charles said, thumbs tucked into the straps of his overalls.
Mirai continued. “He’s currently trying to get a windmill working. He could power the whole island off wind power alone.”
“It used to be a common form of electrical power in the old world,” Endesha added, stepping between us. “I believe there may be the odd island in the Archipelago where it exists, but it would be a serious boon to have it here.”
Charles grinned but bowed his head.
“Charles has been letting me help out for the past few days. Soldering cables, testing currents, that kind of thing,” Mirai beamed.
“She’s been a great help. Hard to try and fix the turbine on the roof and measure the currents down here at the same time,” Charles added with a chuckle.
“It’s amazing. I’ve been sitting on that boat for months just watching the oceans roll by,” Mirai stretched out the words so they were as boring as a flat, windless sea. “I designed that one fish net, but other than that I haven’t got to do anything. But, Ferdinand, I love this stuff.”
“I’m glad it’s going so well,” I smiled.
Suddenly she snapped her fingers. “Here, let me show you something.” She turned, leaping between tables, before returning with a series of wires that connected a lightbulb to a small metal box with a wooden handle. “I made this. Turn the handle.”
I looked at her hesitantly.
“Go on.”
It was only the width of my palm, but still, the small pole was hard to turn.
Mirai laughed. “Harder. You’ll have to go faster.”
My muscles were still wasted and weak from the Anmanion islands, and even this small chore was causing my arm to ache. However, for Mirai’s sake, I put in more effort, pushing past the resistance, until the wheel span faster and I saw a small flicker of light from the bulb. The spark invigorated me, and I cranked harder until a soft yellow glow from the bulb rose and dimmed with each shift of my arm. We all watched the light for a few seconds, until the stiffness in my wrist returned and I had to stop.
“Mirai, that’s amazing.” I smiled, shaking off the aches.
“I mean, it’s nothing compared to what Charles has done.” Mirai looked to the side, turning her cheeks. “But it’s a start.”
“It’s an excellent start,” I nodded.
The enthusiasm came back. “I just love this stuff so much. I wish I could do it forever.”
“You could,” Endesha interrupted.
All heads turned to her.
“Anyone can join Vexids Receives over the age of fifteen. It was one of the rules created by the island’s founders. All you have to do is declare your passion during the ceremony.”
I felt my teeth grit, watching this stranger so ignorant of Mirai and her world. Mirai’s face lit up. “When’s the next ceremony!?”
“About three weeks’ time.” Endesha replied, ignoring my grimace.
Mirai’s eyes glossed over, filled with an idyllic vision. “I can keep doing this? I can stay?”
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2023.06.07 14:22 Suitable_Pen_2695 Hi welcome to dairy queen

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2023.06.05 17:24 Special-Writing2145 Nostalgia..

Nostalgia..
Did anybody ever order this batch from GM last august-ish? Ive been blowing thousands of dollars over the last 10 months looking for a vendor that has a batch HALF this good. It was unreal how amazing it was, and i had a big tolerance when i took it too and o m g. No joke if i found this batch again id drop 10k on it like yesterday and ive never said that about any kratom in my 6 years of taking it.
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2023.06.05 16:06 GrammarNaziii Anyone else holding out for the perfect OLED gaming monitor?

For about a month now I've been debating getting an OLED for mainly PC gaming but also work (probably 70/30 split, 70% gaming). I've probably read and watched hundreds of threads/videos on this topic.
The one I want the most is the AW3423DW, but it's not sold in my country for a reasonable price ($1600 USD). Same with the Samsung OLED G8.
When I compare that to the LG C2 42" which I can get for about $800 USD, it just doesn't make sense to get the QD-OLED. The thing is: 42" is too big for me, and my wife would definitely get migraines / eye strain / fatigue from using such a big screen as a monitor.
The Dough 1440p OLED glossy monitor looks perfect for me, but yeah I don't wanna risk ~1000 USD to possibly get scammed.
So I guess I just want to hear from those who are/were in a similar situation as me, what did you do? Are you holding off on buying? Did you end up buying the C2 anyway and adapting to it?
For reference I'm currently on a 3080, using a LG 27GP850-B at 1440p. I'm happy with it but after seeing my friends gaming on OLEDs, can't help but want to upgrade.
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2023.06.05 12:48 bos420 Black Scotti * Cannafirm * June

Black Scotti * Cannafirm * June
Strain - Black Scotti (Biscotti x The Zhit)
Visual/Texture - lengthy glistening medium to large sized buds, shaped with pointy arrow headed appearances. An spongy airy density, surrounded by crisp outer walls, housing a greasy fresh, sticky lined interior. Medium moss coverage with tones turning a darker forest green, being highlighted by bold patches of indigo. Enclosed in a casing of thick milk frosted trichomes, showing a heavy presence of short skinny copper pistils
Scent/Burn - collaborating together an exotic terpene mix, introduced to a nose of doughy herbs accompanied by sweet nutty pines, and a light earthy presence. Taking in hoots of sweetened herbal nutty dough, followed by an earthy pine. Exhaling out to sweetened nutty herbs, and a spiced pine earthiness. Burning to a medium grey ash involving a stronger ratio of peppering, while soaking in a greasy resin
High/Effects - Black Scotti is a unique hybrid strain that's driven by its indica heavier properties (70/30). Initially bringing on a wave of motivational uplifting inspiration, embraced with a focused cereberal mindset encouraging creative thoughts. Halfway through the high, a shift occurs moving focus from head to body, sending a warm relieving sensation throughout, setting a tone that's much more calming. This rare exotic strain can be twisted whenever, with time not being an issue
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2023.06.04 21:33 Hashcrasher Which 2 strains would you choose for outdoor?

I have access to my choice of two clones of the strains listed below. They are described as mature/ "pre-teens". They are sun-acclimated, ready for the backyard - basically plug and play. Since I am only limited to growing two, which 2 would you choose, and more importantly, why? They are all photoperiods, so none of these ladies will be ready for harvest until October+.I'm having a hard time making a final decision, so hopefully this group and help me to make up my mind:
Superboof (Black Cherry Punch x Tropicana Cookies. Breeder cut)
Cobracabanna (breeder - Kind Farms.Passion Snake x Dual OG 4 (Passion Snake = Snakes Cakes S1 Bx ) (Snakes Cake x Snake Lite. Pheno hunted)
Purple Jane Dough (breeder Lumpy's. 50/50. Pheno hunted)
Apple Crisp (Described as an Indica-leaning Hybrid that mixes some of the best phenotypes from the Cookies strain crossed with a Sour Apple x Sour Diesel. Pheno hunted.)
Choka Cola (breeder Marks Organix in York Maine. Granola Funk x Rootbeer x I-95. Breeder cut)
Cap Junky ( breeder Capulator and Seed Junky Genetics. Alien Cookies x Kush Mints #11. Breeder cut)
Banana Creme Cake X Jealousy (breeder Seed Junky - pheno hunted)
Anonymous og (breeder 3C Kushishima - pheno hunted. Strong og Kush derivative)
Gold Dust (breeder Exotic Genetix, crossing Rainbow Runtz x Scotty 2 Hotty. Pheno hunted)
Banana Bellini (breeder Mt Baker Home Grown. Indica. Pheno hunted)
Candied Truffles (Terple #17 (Candy Cut) x White Truffles. Indica dominant.Pheno hunted.)
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2023.06.04 08:40 Brandykins1982 Okay, so this is my addition to the AI posts...enjoy the bakery-themed version of Breaking Bad called "Breaking Bread".

Here is the prompt I gave ChatGPT:
Write a Breaking Bad season summary, where you give a summary of 10 episodes centered around the theme of Walter White opening a bakery and competing against Gus Fring's bakery empire. Walter is on the quest to create the perfect muffin.
And here is what ensued. Enjoy...Breaking Bread.
Season Summary: Breaking Bread
Season 1 of Breaking Bread follows the exhilarating journey of Walter White as he embarks on a risky endeavor: opening a bakery to compete against the powerful bakery empire of Gus Fring. Fueled by his determination to create the perfect muffin, Walter dives deep into the cutthroat world of baked goods, facing challenges, betrayals, and unexpected alliances along the way.

Episode 1: "Rising Dough"
Walter White, a former chemistry teacher turned aspiring baker, convinces his former student Jesse Pinkman to join him in opening a bakery. They set out to perfect their muffin recipe, unaware of the fierce competition they will face.

Episode 2: "A Crust of Trust"
Walter and Jesse face skepticism from the community as they struggle to establish their bakery's reputation. They enlist the help of Saul Goodman, a charismatic lawyer, to navigate legal obstacles and gain a foothold in the market.

Episode 3: "The Yeast Connection"
As word of their delicious muffins spreads, Walter and Jesse find themselves caught in the middle of a turf war between rival bakery owners. They must make strategic alliances to protect their business and secure their position in the industry.

Episode 4: "Kneading Trouble"
Walter's obsession with creating the perfect muffin strains his relationship with Jesse. Their conflicting visions for the bakery's future threaten to tear them apart as they grapple with their personal ambitions.

Episode 5: "Recipe for Disaster"
Gus Fring, the powerful owner of a bakery empire, takes notice of Walter and Jesse's rising success. He sets out to undermine their business, using his vast resources to sabotage their operations and steal their customers.

Episode 6: "The Secret Ingredient"
Walter's pursuit of the perfect muffin leads him down a dark path as he experiments with unconventional ingredients. His increasing desperation to surpass Gus Fring's baked goods pushes the boundaries of ethics and sanity.

Episode 7: "Rise and Bake"
With the support of loyal customers and the local community, Walter and Jesse's bakery begins to gain momentum. Their dedication and relentless pursuit of quality win over the hearts of food critics and ignite a baking revolution.

Episode 8: "Proof of Success"
As Walter and Jesse's bakery thrives, tensions escalate with Gus Fring, who resorts to more aggressive tactics to dismantle their business. The competition intensifies, leading to a high-stakes baking contest that will determine the true baking champion of Albuquerque.

Episode 9: "The Final Rise"
Walter's single-minded pursuit of baking perfection takes a toll on his relationships and his own well-being. The line between passion and obsession blurs as he risks losing everything he has built in his quest to outshine Gus Fring's empire.

Episode 10: "Baking Bad"
In the season finale, Walter and Gus engage in an epic final showdown as their rival bakeries go head-to-head in a climactic bake-off. With the future of their businesses and their legacies on the line, Walter must confront the consequences of his choices and decide how far he is willing to go to achieve his baking dreams.

Breaking Bread explores the themes of ambition, obsession, and the lengths one is willing to go to pursue success. Through the artistry of baking, Walter White's transformation takes center stage, showcasing the darkness and brilliance that can arise when passion and ambition collide in the world of pastries.
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2023.06.03 20:06 Tattooguy92705 Some gdp gsc and unknown random seed from a one of two strains at the weed shop 1/8. Chocolate Thai or dough burger..

Some gdp gsc and unknown random seed from a one of two strains at the weed shop 1/8. Chocolate Thai or dough burger.. submitted by Tattooguy92705 to GrowingMarijuana [link] [comments]


2023.06.03 07:19 Rowland11 New Beans Advice/Help! (Cannarado)

New Beans Advice/Help! (Cannarado)
About to place my first Cannarado order ( NASC )and so far in the cart Ive got ( Bubblegum Biscotti x Cheetah Piss ) and ( Wedding Cake x Chem D ) I really need and would appreciate help deciding what will be the 3rd pack between these options.
  1. White Og x Chem D
  2. White Runtz x Zawtz
  3. Sundae Driver x Zawtz
So, what do we think my fellow green folk ?
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2023.06.01 13:26 Aggravating-Fly754 Strains

I am from Brazil and here is starting to get easier for us to get access, so: I was wondering, are the strains from like 2010 still available? Remember reading leafly at the time and crazy to smoke some of the strains famous like GSC, Northern Lights, Sour Diesel, Og Kush, WW etc etc. Can you guys recommend some of the banks that still have these "original" strains or theres no such thing and there are only hybrids?
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2023.05.31 22:29 ghosted4motion are these good seeds? I want to start another grow

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2023.05.31 19:22 Official_TERRRPS Our next event is June 11th at Hashtag Hydro

Our next event is June 11th at Hashtag Hydro
Come visit us and other excellent local growers June 11th at Hashtag Hydro 5247 W Ridge Rd from 11-3. We’ll have Tahoe OG, Garlic Cocktail and Sundae Driver flower along with all the new strains in live rosin and of course we’ll bring a bunch of live resin. Flower is very limited so I suggest showing up early if that’s what you’re after. The amount of support in the last few months has been overwhelming you guys clean us out so quick! Music, food trucks and garden vendors. What could be better on a Sunday at the beginning of summer?!
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2023.05.31 14:47 eZGjBw1Z (US) Upcoming ALDI Finds for 6/7/23 (6/4/23 in some stores)

The Upcoming ALDI Finds Ad for 06/07/23 - 06/13/23 is now available. The ad actually starts three days earlier in some stores. A list of items in each category is included below.
Bold denotes items that are new since the corresponding Aldi Finds Sneak Peek ad was published.
Corresponding Sneak Peek Ad post: (US) Aldi Finds Sneak Peek for 6/4/23 (6/7/23 in some stores)
Previous Aldi Finds ad: (US) Upcoming ALDI Finds for 5/31/23 (5/28/23 in some stores)
Archived Aldi Ad
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2023.05.31 06:41 SaltyArmyBKK Check out the glowing review on highthailand.com of Fire Farms Gelato Sundae.🔥https://www.highthailand.com/strains/

Check out the glowing review on highthailand.com of Fire Farms Gelato Sundae.🔥https://www.highthailand.com/strains/
FF/ Gelato Sundae 🍨🔥
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2023.05.31 03:58 TokeArmy Devil Driver F1NE Niagara Ontario Micro Growers Review

Devil Driver F1NE Niagara Ontario Micro Growers Review
Aroma: the nose on this one is very powerful; full of sweet and fuel like hints. The most prominent aroma is the grape candy like smell that follows with the fuel like tones. If you’re a fan of dessert like strains this is one that you need to try! The lineage being (Sundae Driver x Melonade) it’s super sweet and fruity as well, the aroma is extremely unique.
Bag Appeal: once you tear the bag open on this one the aroma hits you right in the face the buds are dense and frosted with trichomes. The colour is dark green with flakes of purple throughout. The trichomes give the buds a lighter colour. The trim is very clean with no excess leaf and beautiful trichome structure. The bud structure is dense, and the moisture content gives the buds a squishy feel to them leaving your fingers sticky after rolling one.
Taste: the taste is sweet like grape candy followed by fuel like hints. This one is very smooth in the bong and rolled up. I love the combination of sweet and fuel like aromas it gives a very rare taste entirely.
Effects: It's a cross of Sundae Driver and Melonade with terpenes Limonene, Caryophyllene, Myrcene, and Humulene. Aromas and flavors include sweet, fruity, grape, and candy. Effects include a body high and cerebral buzz that I really enjoyed before doing anything creative. This is the perfect strain if you’re experiencing creative block and need a little inspiration.
Thank you for reading this review, we are new to reddit and really appreciate the support. We hope you enjoyed this review there will be many more to come!
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2023.05.31 03:24 LoneWoffy Gelato Sundae from Blue River

Gelato Sundae from Blue River
Second Blue River strain I’ve tried, first was Sundae Cookies I believe (Is that a strain from them?) they have it abbreviated on my order history so I can’t tell what it was. Love the nose on this and the jam-like consistency. Effects are great and last pretty long. Taste could be better though, for me I feel like it’s kinda GMO tasting and I feel like the Sundae Cookies was the same way and I’ve never cared for GMO flavor but other than that it’s pretty good! Which are the best strains to look out for from Blue River and where would you rank the two strains I’ve tried from them VS the others?
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2023.05.31 01:04 wyzelyze INSA 413 Razzberry Budino. 👍👍👍

INSA 413 Razzberry Budino. 👍👍👍
Description: 413 Razzberry Budino Strain is a newly created indica cultivar, crossed between OGKB 2.0 strain and Runtz strain, and has a delicious taste profile that resembles an indulgent midnight snack, with sneaky notes of raspberry, cookie dough, and cream
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2023.05.30 14:46 Nugget834 Palena fresh going on 3 month break

From the email:
Palena Fresh Dear Customers,
If you want to skip the detailed story below, scroll all the way to the bottom for the highlighted text - which will give you the punchline of this email. If you like a read, continue...
I have a story to share with you—a story of growth, resilience, and self-discovery. It's a tale that intertwines with the journey of this business & the relationships that have shaped my life.
Once upon a time, I broke a boy's heart. His name was Corey, still is I guess. While totally not my type he was a nice boy who I knew loved me but in my youthful ignorance, I failed to appreciate his affection.
On my 21st birthday, Corey gifted me a pink KitchenAid mixer— a gesture that far exceeded his financial means. However, I callously disregarded his love & ended up exchanging numbers with another man right in front of him at the club which resulted in a relationship which would go on to last nearly 10 years. I witnessed Corey's heart shatter, but in my self-centeredness, I barely gave it a second thought throughout the immediate coming years.
That pink KitchenAid, Kitty, became a silent witness to the events that unfolded in the subsequent twelve years. It shared space between my dishwasher & kitchen counter at home and little did I know then that one day, Kitty would play multiple pivotal roles in transforming my life.
It was during those years, some 5 years ago, that I made a life-changing decision. I finally succumbed to the requests & I decided to make & sell keto pizza bases, something I had been asked to do countless times before. Little did I know that this decision would alter the course of my life forever.
Kitty, my faithful companion, could uncomfortably produce enough dough for 4 x 12" pizza bases at a time. The moment I made the announcement, the response was overwhelming. Within days, I found myself with over 120 orders, & the floodgates never seemed to close. I worked tirelessly, pulling consecutive all-nighters to fulfill the orders and personally deliver them across Sydney.
As I embarked on this accidental entrepreneurial journey, my relationship simultaneously began to strain, as did a number of friendships due to the commitment and growth of the business. Within a matter of months, my burgeoning business had outgrown the confines of my home kitchen. I had to find a commercial kitchen space to rent, which I found in Leichhardt, NSW, to accommodate the increasing demand.
However, this newfound success came hand in hand with numerous challenges. My business faced setbacks that tested my resilience. Our bank accounts were hacked, leaving us drained & vulnerable. A disgruntled employee took us to Fair Work, unsuccessfully seeking a share of the Palana Fresh pie. I discovered that over $40,000 had been embezzled by a negligent bookkeeper while I was fully engrossed in creating our food. On top of that, we found ourselves at odds with the local council due to the objections of a neighbouring café with a 25-year history, not wanting us there. And then came the COVID-19 pandemic, with open kitchen crowds attracting ongoing police attention despite our strict adherence to social distancing protocols .
Amidst these trials, it became evident that we needed a larger facility to sustain our growth. The decision was made to move the business to the Sunshine Coast in Queensland, where my then partners family resided. However during the move, my ten-year relationship crumbled.
With a few bags & my canine babies, I set off to join the new facility in QLD. However, fate had other plans. The borders closed, leaving me & my 3 dogs stranded as a NSW resident without a home. I found myself crashing on a friend's couch and paying rent for the facility in QLD that held my precious kitchen equipment without being able to operate. I pleaded with the QLD government to let us in, desperate to reunite with the one thing I had left from everything I had created in my life.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I managed to leave NSW & re-join my beloved kitchen and upgrade to a blow up mattress. I then had the challenge of fitting out the new kitchen and making enough stock to re-open, only for our fully stocked freezer to lose power a couple of months later, rendering another restart.
Amidst the chaos and uncertainty, I couldn't afford the luxury of taking time out to heal from my personal life. The orders kept pouring in, and I had a responsibility to feed the people who believed in me. Despite the obstacles, over the past five years, we have handcrafted over 800,000 products, fulfilled over 20,000 orders, and injected over $3.5 million into the local economies. It's a testament to the incredible support & loyalty of each and every one of you, and the small number of staff who have come and gone.
While kitty retired into being an overworked & broken dust collector, sitting upon the shelf, she’d been there to witness the pride of what we created together. I often wonder, if Corey could have any idea what his generosity, love and heartbreak helped create & I thank him often, in my mind for taking one for the team, whether he knew it or not.
Why am I telling you all of this? Well, as grateful as I am for all the lessons along the way I now find myself at a crossroads. As I look at Kitty on the shelf and admire her, I don’t want to become her.
It's time for me to take a step back for a little while, to rediscover who I am and what lies beyond this remarkable business. I have such an attachment to not only this business, but my customers also & I have striven to be the best I can be for this business & you for the last five years. However, on the flip side, It's been two years since I've seen my family & five since I’ve seen most of my friends. I yearn for a sense of normalcy and for the chance to heal the wounds of the past five years. Running your own small business can be extremely rewarding but even more life consuming. I’ve debated this decision for many months now. I love what I do so very much, but I am emotionally & physically exhausted. My body aches everyday and botox is my only chance of not looking like a sultana. I don’t want to let you all down, but the time has come for me to say, just give me a minute or five, before I become an unrepairable dust collector, like Kitty.
I plan to take a good 3 months off as a much-needed break. In this time, I plan to find happiness again in both what I do and in myself and allow myself to have the mental space to figure out better ways to continue to bring you our food, but in a way that isn’t at the detriment of me or my life. I’m also now a 32-year-old female who does want to be a mother before it’s too late. If I continue working 15 hours a day, 6-7 days a week, I fear I will miss creating that life for myself.
As I embark on this journey of self-discovery, I want to express my deepest empathy and gratitude. Thank you for standing by me, for believing in the products we create, and for supporting this business even through the darkest times. Your unwavering loyalty has been a guiding light, giving me the strength to persevere.
While I take this much-needed break, I invite you to stay connected. Who knows what the future holds?
So, for the time being, we are going to take a break. We plan to do one last send-out & allow you time to get your last orders in. The next order cut off for all states will be Saturday 16th June with orders leaving us Monday 26th June, or earlier if we can get everything made before then.
With heartfelt appreciation and empathy, it’s not goodbye, it’s see you later!
Mel xx
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2023.05.30 07:50 bos420 Space Cake * Elephant Garden * May

Space Cake * Elephant Garden * May
Strain - Space Cake (Girl Scout Cookies x Snow Lotus)
Visual/Texture - medium sized rounded buds with structures resembling plump grapes, springing back to form post squeeze. Lightly crisp exteriors, lined with fresh sticky resin down to the inner core of each nug. A combination of darker olive greens tying together with medium moss hues, being highlighted by sharp patches of lavender. A decent presence of short copper hairs, and bundled in a thick coating of frosted sugary trichomes
Scent/Burn - emitting delicious scented aromatics of loud sweetened vanilla dough, accompanied by undertones of nutty berry herbs. A very similar terpene profile coming in smoke form, drawing in flavors of sweet doughy vanilla herbs, with hints of earthy berries. The exhale turning to a nutty earthy herb, having a faint continued linger flavor of vanilla berries. Cleanly giving off a light fluffy grey ash, with an oily ring of resin circled around
High/Effects - Space Cake is a tasty strain having some decent potency behind this indica leaning hybrid (65/35) starting off with some initial uplifting energy while also receiving a clouded head of unfocused haze. There's a euphoria lingering over you for the length of the high with a more calming demeanor that follows, leading into feelings of contention. There is never a bad time to bust out this sweet tasting cake
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2023.05.29 17:08 theeyeofchaoss Banana Cream Cake x Jealousy by GDF

Banana Cream Cake x Jealousy by GDF
I would like to start this review with the word : WOW!
I picked up a five pack of pre rolls at .3 each and for the price of $25 plus tax at Dabbs Dispensary in Richland,MS and I was incredibly excited to try these due to “Jealousy” winning Leafly “Strain of the year” so I felt like I was in for a good one!
About this product : “Banana Cream Cake x Jealousy is a balanced hybrid strain with a decadent, sweet candy-like flavor and aroma. This strain produces an ultra relaxing, heavy, couch-locked feel combined with a clear headed focus. Banana Cream Cake x Jealousy can help remedy the symptoms of appetite loss, fatigue, and nausea.”
My experience and the effects : I walked outside on a beautiful sunny Saturday and lit one of this beauty’s up! The smell was incredible as it was a sweet aroma that invited you in! I was REALLY REALLY enjoying the flavor as it was smooth and almost candy like, but then after about three or 4 hits of the pre-roll I knew I was in over my head! The strength of this flower was a bit unappreciated by me and I began to feel the effects of a high THC indica and for that always causes my heart rate to increase that can sometimes create a sense of paranoia for me! I knew that was enough for me so I put it out and I began to start my planned yard work but unfortunately that was no longer possible as I became incredibly lifted and almost unable to focus on the task at hand! Haha I knew she was going to sit me down and I knew I could not fight it as that was only going to create more anxiety spikes and paranoia so I closed my back door to the patio and walked inside and sat down in the A/C and let my heartbeat settle and just remind myself that this is all about of it you know? I found my locked on my couch area for 45 minutes until the peak started to fall, but I was 100% blazed and stoned! The effects were numbing and euphoric as I have ever felt cannabis being and mind you I’ve made several trips to Colorado Springs with the wife and enjoyed cannabis there so I like to think I’m quite experienced with cannabis as it’s been apart of my life for many years, but my fellow patients proceed with CAUTION with this beautiful strain! After the major effects began to taper away I found myself having more mental clarity and focus but still in a sense of PURE RELAXATION throughout my entire evening!
I can say this strain right here is it bit much for me and the reaction that it created really reminded me that high THC content and the terpene profile wasn’t the best match for me! The dominant terpene of this strain is caryophyllene!
I’m impressed mostly definitely, but I do not see myself smoking this one again! I do recommend it for those looking for pain management and relaxation!
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