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2023.06.10 06:47 semiraue Hardware Advice Needed for Energy Storage Project with Multiple Protocols

Hey everyone,
I'm currently working in this energy storage project and need some advice. The goal is to connect a range of different devices, all using various protocols, and then funnel all that data onto a web dashboard in the cloud. I've tried a bit of everything so far - Raspberry Pi, Arduino-based micro-controller boards, x86 boxes with USB to serial etc..
Here are the protocols I'm using
The next step is finding some compact, cost-effective hardware that can handle all these protocols and connect multiple devices. It's got to be capable of future firmware upgrades that we'll push, and it needs to do some local computations.
At first, I was leaning towards something like the Raspberry Pi CM or another ARM-based SBC with Linux. But now I'm wondering if that's too much. I'm trying to keep the software stack as light as possible. Adding a Raspberry Pi CM might mean a steep cost, and there's the added hassle of managing all the Linux OS components and doing security patching.
So, I'm turning to you guys for your thoughts. Should I go with a micro-controller board like a NodeMCU or stick with a more heavyweight solution like a full-on Linux SBC like Raspberry Pi?
And if I choose micro-controller boards, what are some potential pitfalls or issues I might face with future upgrades and improvements?
Finally, I'm thinking about creating a custom hardware solution for this project with all the necessary ports, potentially housing a micro-controller or a Raspberry Pi CM. Anyone out there have any experience or insight on how difficult that would be?
Any advice or insights you have would be super helpful!

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2023.06.10 06:39 Rekhabachhchan Mods can delete the post , unrelated but a similar thing happened to my cousin

I live in a Tier 2 city . My locality is mostly inhabited my officers of a certain company. Locality also has a slum right behind the outhouse .It is mostly inhabited by househelps and other working class people. Today I saw my cousin after 7 years living in the slum .
Little background: She used to stay in the same locality as us, her parents were upper middle class people. She was beautiful and well educated. She had done her masters in English. She was engaged to US based engineer, things were going fine but one day she eloped with a Muslim guy. The guy used to live in the same slum, they fell in love.She was engaged then , the guy was a smooth talker. My sister got brainwashed, she was blinded . She was aware of the social status too.She was completely blinded by love. No reasoning or logic worked in her case. She said no guy would her as much as her lover. She eloped with the boy.
On confronting and involving the police,she said she would not go back to her parents. She Threw her diamond ring in the drain and left the locality. This was not just a inter - religious marriage it was an inter- status marriage. The guy was a fruit hawker ( thela ) . Her parents kept on calling her to change her mind but she was adamant about love .She later got converted , had a nikaah and they left the neighborhood. Father cut all the ties with her. Currently No one is in touch. Parents also left the locality out of embarrassment,the other two sisters are settled abroad.
After spotting her , we enquired about her whereabouts . My househelp informed us that she( cousin) is the only earning member now . Husband hits her , she hates her parents,doesn't want to hear about them. She gives tutions in the slum and runs the house. She cannot go out to earn as her husband suspects her . She has gone deep into depression . We called her mother ( my bua) and told her about her daughter. Her mother was begging that we help her get a job . She was crying profusely and said her daughter is a complete emotional fool. My cousin gets triggered if she hears about her mother or father.
All this has disturbed me . I can't imagine someone who lived such a privileged life , looking after an ailing husband , earning for the family including in-laws yet not allowed to step out of home.
Girls, please think about the consequences before falling in love. Not just religion but there should be a basic status Quo..
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2023.06.10 06:38 Whole_Application_43 To charge or to not charge?

Hey all -
Context: I used to DJ and produce during my college days - both on my own college radio show and at parties. Life got busy since college and I haven’t looked back at DJing until last year. Since last year, I’ve been doing gigs here and there because I know the owner or the manager or a friend who’s a full-time DJ. So I’ve access. I play House (Afro, Tech).
Question for this audience: I’ve a full-time job and thankfully doing pretty well. I work hard and get paid handsomely. Now - I love DJing during my free time. I’m extremely hesitant to charge any $$ for DJing at restaurants, bars/cocktail places or even house parties because I’m fortunate and lucky enough to say that I really don’t need the money. Whenever I’ve been offered money, I’ve declined. People say “you are so good, you should take the money”. I’m just doing it for fun, you know? Do you agree or disagree with this attitude? Just wanted to hear y’all’s opinions.
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2023.06.10 06:37 Imaginary-Zebra-3589 New Aniara fan fiction short story - The Lost Voices of Aniara: A Space Saga

Introduction
The short story you are about to read was created/inspired/based on a variety of sources related to or about Aniara. Aniara rock opera (Seventh Wonder) - The Great Escape, the Aniara wikipedia page, the Aniara film, poem etc. So if you read something and it sounds familiar, it's probably because it comes from or is based on, one of those sources. I have also tried to incorporate some of the thoughts and ideas expressed here on aniara, so some of you may see that reflected. I have not read everything that has to do with the Aniara universe, but I have found many of the resources listed on aniara very helpful in creating this short story. Thank you for those. I have also included a couple alternate endings.
Also, this story belongs to everyone, so everyone should feel free to to fill in the blanks, add to, subtract, or change any part of the story, in anyway they see fit.
I dedicate this short story to all the fans of Aniara, this story is for you and of course the late Harry Martinson.
Like many people who watched the film 'Aniara', I was mesmerized/traumatized by it. It really had a profound effect on me. So much so that I decided to write this fan fiction short story. I am not a writer. The short story that you are about to read is my (very) amateurish tribute to the film. I apologize in advance for all of the grammaspelling and other errors. Despite the (many) flaws of this short work, I hope that you can see what I was attempting to do. Anyway without further or do, I present to you:

The Lost Voices of Aniara: A Space Saga
WE CROWN THE SKIES WITH OUR TIARA, THE LIFE AND FATE OF ANIARA

Note: The following represents the most complete (so far) chronicle of events that happened onboard the Aniara.

Year 18 - Song of Melancholy - My name is Benjamin Jenkins, but everyone calls me "Benny", I am proud to announce that I am the new "Captain" of the mighty space "cruise ship" Aniara. Of course, my title could just as easily be the Admiral of Mars or the Conquer of the Universe, or some other ridiculous sounding grandiose title. Sometimes you must laugh in the face of despair otherwise you will go insane. It's all just for fun of course. I was given the title "Captain" by the crew because I was able to restore the communications transmitter. At least I think I was able to retore it? The lights show green for transmitting, so yeah I bet it works, and besides, all of this is being recorded for posterity and it will be placed in a time/memorial capsule. After that the capsule will be sent in the (general) direction of Mars/Home, where hopefully someone finds it. I'm also the Senior Maintenance Tech in charge of repairing/prolonging various ship systems, etc. There are now only a few remaining livable areas of the ship so it's not as much work as one might imagine. And to think 18 years ago, I was just an ordinary passenger, how far through the ranks I've come! As the "Captain" I will now recount the entire history of the Aniara, the various events, the everyday happenings, from the awe inspiring and amazing, to the boring and mundane, great triumphs and crushing defeats, all the feelings of happiness and joy that come with new life and all of the sorrows and despair that come from (too) many deaths and (too) many hardships. All of our great accomplishments, setbacks and everything in between will be laid bare before the entire universe to witness. Our love, our hate, our dreams, our wants and desires, disappointments, anger and fear but above all our HOPE. Our precious HOPE, the only thing we have left, which has kept us alive for so long. Our HOPE that this message will be received, that someone, somewhere will know our story and our struggle, our HOPE that Mars will be successfully terraformed into the paradise that we all know it can be and our HOPE that Earth will be restored to the paradise that it once was. It's all here, it's all being recorded for the future. I will start our saga from the very beginning of our trip all those years ago...

Hour 1 - Routine Voyage - Well, this is it! Soon I and many others will make a new home on Mars... of course if we hadn't ruined the first one...

Week 3 - Without a Map/A Slight Detour - Today the Captain made an announcement that there would be a slight detour in our trip. In order to avoid a collision with space debris, (which would have destroyed the ship) we had to veer off course. Some of the debris hit the nuclear reactor (a very rare event), which forced the crew to eject all of the ship's fuel. The Captain told everyone that we will be able to resume our trip to Mars once the ship passes a celestial body, which should (probably) happen in about two years. Everyone is (understandably) disgruntled by this unfortunate news. As for me I have no one waiting for me on Mars so it's not as bad.

Year 2 - Wait and See - After several long months of trying out all of the various amusements and other distractions, I was starting to get bored, so I spoke with one of the senior crew members and asked if I could volunteer to do something, anything. Also a job would help keep my mind off our current situation.
Today, my request to work was approved and now I'm part of the crew. My job is to do general maintenance tasks around the ship. I also help take care of the algae, which are used to supply the ship with oxygen and food. It's not a very challenging task, in fact I find it very tedious, but the algae are crucial for the ship's survival, so it gives me a sense of purpose and on top of that I also earn extra points.
Eventually, because of my (part time) job in maintenance, I would come to know every nook and cranny of the Aniara. On one particular day I noticed a slight problem (Electrostatic Diffusion Impaction or EDI) with the ship's air filtration mechanism. I was quick to inform my supervisor about the issue and together we fixed it immediately. If I hadn't spotted the problem, it could have gotten much worse and that would have been catastrophic for the crew and passengers. Afterwards my supervisor bought me a shot of (rationed) Dutch brandy. Other than that, nothing of note has really happened. Everyone is basically in a holding pattern.
One last thing. I've heard a disturbing rumor that there is no celestial body for us to turn around at... If this is true then, that would mean... But for now all we can do now is wait and see...

Year 3 - The Yurg/The Passing of Mima - A memorial was set up to honor the end of Mima. So much joy had she given us. On the wall among the thousands of drawings, pictures, and sad goodbye letters was a poem that went like this:
We sit and stare at all the marvels that she brings us.
Mima lead the way.
Shine your light!
Be the beacon of hope at night.
Perfect grace in the barren house of space.
Shine your light!
Blind us when reality bites.
We so need the magic she does.
Many rumors are going around about what happened to Mima. People say that the Mimarobe (MR) was the one that ended up causing Mima to die. As for me, personally, I don't believe it. The Mimarobe just didn't seem like the type. A few times after I got off from work, when I walked to the end of the long line of people waiting to see Mima, the Mimarobe would come out and say "Ok, everyone that's it that's enough for today, you have to leave now, sorry." My own personal opinion is that she was just trying to give Mima a break, so even though I was of course disappointed, I completely understood. Sometimes we all just need a break. Sometimes things just get to you and you start to feel overwhelmed. I understood the feeling. Mima was like us in that way. Anyway, Rightly or wrongly the Mimarobe was locked up in the ships brig, her and another woman, I think she was one of the pilots, Isabella\, I think was her name but I might be wrong. Oh well, our lives must go on, much sadder of course, but that's life, I guess. ****Isagel, the pilots name was Isagel, her and the Mimarobe would later become a couple.

Year 4 - The Cults - Strange things have started happening. Various cults have sprung up all over the ship with bizarre and strange names. One of these (that I am a member of) is called the ゴールデンサンライト・フォーエバー・クラブ - Gōrudensanraito Fōeba Kurabu - which roughly means the Golden Sunlight Forever Club. Some of these phony cults are/were created as a disguise to have outrageous sex orgies. The cult that I am part of is one of these. (HELL YEAH!). The other cults are very boring, stare out the window and worship the stars or something like that, types. (Glad I'm not a member of those!).

Year 5 - The Calculation - A few weeks ago I met someone special (Carmen) at one of the "worship" services. I've seen her before a few times, but this is the first time that we "connected" and it was amazing. I'm glad that she accepts my physical imperfections (burns scars). Now we are a couple and have left the cult.
Fantastic news! The Captain has announced that an Emergency Refuel Rescue Probe is on its way! The news of the rescue probe has had an electrifying effect on the crew and passengers. Everyone is so excited that no one even cares that we will have to wait just over a year for it to get to us. People are starting to clean and pick up trash again, and the sex clubs and other cults are starting to go away (in anticipation of a return to proper civilization). Now we have hope again! Thank GOD!

Year 6 - The Spear - The rescue probe is almost here. (Only one week away!) I also have even more great news! My girlfriend fiancée is pregnant!, now I will be a Father just like I always wanted! I have spoken to Captain Chefone and he has agreed that he will marry us on the day that the Aniara turns around and heads (finally) back to Mars/our new HOME! Even though it will take us several more years to get back, it will have been worth it to me. I am grateful for the "slight detour" we had to endure, because it allowed me to meet the love of my life! Now with our precious child on the way, I am truly happy. PURE JOY - beyond all words...
Something is wrong... After an entire year of training and preparation, the crew has successfully grappled the refuel probe and brought it on board. Everyone expected that within a few days, (a week at most) that we would turn around, but it's been three weeks and nothing. Every day the passengers ask the crew what's going on? When will we turn around? and every day we get the same answer: "Soon, everything is going according to plan, just be patient." People are starting to doubt and lose hope. I even walked right up to Captain Chefone but he knew what I was going to ask and he brushed me aside very angrily saying "Not now, I'm busy!". Now I don't know what to think. One minute I have a future and the next nothing. How can this be? I don't understand! WHY?
Catastrophe! After work I went straight to my quarters to sleep, it had been an exhausting day. Just after I fell asleep, I was awakened by a rumbling. Then, over the speaker came the announcement: Return immediately to your cabins and fasten your seat belts! Since I was already in bed, and had no idea what was going on, I quickly fastened my belt. When it was all over [missing] passengers and crew left. I was told that it happened because of something called "bow shock", which [missing] kind of like a shock wave. The bow shock had badly damaged many systems. [missing] so now I've been "promoted" to Senior Maintenance Tech. Repairs must [missing] don't have any more spare parts for [missing] so many are dead...
Today the Mimarobe completed her beam-screen project. So now when you look outside you can see beautiful waterfalls and green fields etc. I try not to look at it too much. For me its just too painful...
Year 7 - The Fall of Heaven - Today marks the one year anniversary of the arrival of the so-called "Emergency Refuel Rescue Probe". What a very official and grand sounding name for a giant stupid looking dart or as some call it "The Spear". I've even heard some people refer to it as the "Devil's Javelin", but whatever you call it, it's of no use to us. The Astronomer had once told me before she died "supposedly" from a heart attack, (rumors say she was murdered by the captain, I don't doubt it) that all the work and tests they had done on the probe were useless and that even the hardest drills were simply ground into dust without even making so much as a scratch on the probe. Despite a literal barrage of tests and every possible experiment known, even using our most advanced lasers, they had achieved NOTHING! That was the moment I realized that we would never make it home. I even visted "The Spear" once, it was years after all the experiments had ended. There was a time when the area was heavily guarded by the crew and only authorized personnel were allowed in. Of course when I went to see it nobody was around, nobody cared, everyone had given up on it long ago. I saw all of the black marks from what must have been hundreds, if not thousands of desperate attempts to get inside it, or just to figure out what the damn thing was supposed to be. On the floor all around it were small heaps of black and silver metalic dust, remnants of our strongest and hardest drills, remnants of our hope. Our best and brightest couldn't even figure out what it was made of, let alone figure out how to use it to take us home.
I beat my hands against it over and over and I cried out my pain and anger at it. "You were supposed to save us!" "You were supposed to take us home!" You Damn! stupid thing, help us! save us!" But of course it was all useless my cries went unanswered, all I did was injure my hands and hurt my soul, assuming I even have one. After that I (I'm ashamed to admit it)... in complete and total desperation... I got down on my hands and knees in front of it and begged it to save us. "Oh, great magic spear, please save us and I will do anything, anything..."
After I had exhausted and humiliated myself I got up and went back to my quarters broken and alone. All hope was lost before my visit with "the spear" and afterwords it didn't even exist, not even as a word, as though there had never even been such a thing or concept as "hope".
I had been struck by the spear, just like everyone else, head on. My now ex-fiancée and I have split up. Things just weren't the same after the procedure. I don't blame her at all for our break-up, after talking about it, we agreed that if there was now no chance for us to make it home then... what was the point? I went with her when she had the procedure done. But before we went I secretly met with the doctor who would perform the operation and told her what I wanted done after. She told me that I was sick... that it was "disgusting", and what did I plan on doing with "it". I told her that it shouldn't matter, none of this matters, then I pulled out an EFR (emergency food ration). EFRs could remain edible for an indefinite period of time. (In theory they could last for hundreds of years.) Here I said, "one now and one when I get what I want". The doctor was stunned, I knew what she was going to say and I interrupted her and said,"Unlike everyone else I saved my emergency rations." "I only have the two left (I was lying) so don't try to extort me for more." After years of eating only algae, EFRs were (almost) more valuable than oxygen. Of course the doctor agreed and I got what I wanted. It might sound crazy but I had a plan. Fate had taken my family away, but I was prepared to defy even the gods themselves. I was determined that I would have my FAMILY! No matter what! Nothing and no one, no force of nature, no power in all the universe would take that from me. NO! NEVER!
I asked me a question, no reply.
I dreamt me a life and live a lie.
Dream me a nightmare...
I traveled the stars but passed them by.
For trapped on Aniara, here was I.
...always been leaving.

Year 8 - [missing]

Year 9 - The Daily Grind - I have now returned to reality. I have stopped all of the sick and sad mind games that I have being torturing myself with. I once created a "plan" to do the impossible, but no more, no more. Everyday now seems like an endless pointless, struggle. Sometimes [missing] and hours. Some of my co-workers stopped [missing] for now that's all any of us can do...

Year 10 - The Jubilee - Tonight at the Light-Year Hall, those of us that are still left are going to "celebrate" the 10th anniversary of our 3 week voyage to Mars or as I like to call it the "never ending space adventure" Ha!
Captain Chefone gave the Mimarobe a medal for her creation of the beam-screen device. I sat in the front row and couldn't help but notice that one of the Captains wrists was bandaged, probably from another suicide attempt...

Year 11 - Hope Restored - My ex-fiancée is dead. She commited suicide like so many others before. I was hard at work trying to revive the algae (they had been neglected for some time) when my assistant rushed in and told me the news. "They were about to send her body into space, you have to hurry if you want to see her". I immediately and literally dropped everything I was doing. The algae pack I had been working on fell and splashed on the floor as I ran out the door as fast as I could. As luck would have it, I made it just in time to see her, and I even had time to cut a lock of her hair. I then kissed her one last time and said "Goodbye my love... but, goodbye is not forever."
Then that was it, off she went into the empty, endless, void. She was gone I told myself, but not dead. I squeezed the lock of hair in my hand and vowed that I would bring her back to life, somehow, someway, I would make things right, we would live the life we were supposed to have. I would make it happen. It would happen. Suddenly, I felt a force deep inside me rushing to the surface. It had been years but I knew what it was, It had returned to me, a feeling of exuberation, of joy and the certainty of knowing that everything would be okay. I now resurrected my "plan" and now I had a reason to live again, I had a purpose, and now I had......HOPE! And this time I was determined that I would never lose hope again. NEVER!

Year 12 - Return of the Cults - Some of the old cults have started making a come back... However this time they are no longer sex/fun cults, because after so many years of eating just algae, almost everyone has lost their sex drive/ability to reproduce... I think because the type algae on board was genetically modified to produce the maximum amount of oxygen possible, so it was never intended to be used as a permanent main source of nutrition. If we had access to more than just the one type, things might be different...

Year 13 - Foward, Foward into the cold empty night! We ride! - Captain Chefone is dead. Suicide. I knew he had been on the brink the past few years so it's not much of a surprise. I would often hear him say to himself "We should have been home by now." Of course he was right, we should have, but instead here we are stuck on this eternal "voyage of the damned".
A week after Captain Chefone died, I found myself walking by his quarters. I had the sudden impulse to go inside. I don't know what it was (probably just morbid curiosity), but I think I just wanted to find some answers...
I was surprised to find that his quarters were just as much of a mess as mine. (And everyone else's.) I think because he was the Captain, I expected a lot more. (He was only human.) After looking around the room, I went over to his desk and inside I found the Aniara's Offical Ships Log, but the electronic notepad was damaged beyond repair (on purpose). However, underneath it was a small paper notebook. "Ah, I said out loud, now this should be interesting." When I opened the notebook I was immediately disappointed. Most of the pages were torn out and those few that remained had been harshly scribbled over.
On one of the few pages not missing or completely marked over was written this: Today, we almost lost the entire ship, were it not for my quick and decisive actions as Captain. [illegible] an incredibly rare occurrence [illegible] critically damaged our main nuclear reactor. [illegible] only seconds [illegible] forcing me to [illegible] off course [illegible] have power for some time. This evening I will break the news to the passengers in such a way that will cause the least amount of panic and at the same time not destroy their hope. If they knew the real situation, it would only cause unnecessary chaos. In this way, I will maintain order and keep the passengers safe. Fear and [illegible] as Captain of Aniara [illegible] that is now my primary job. [illegible] now like a Shepherd Father and the passengers my sheep children. In many ways we are very lucky, [illegible] this trip, Aniara's sister ship crashed into Jupiter heading towards the Orion belt colony. Everyone on onboard was killed.
On another page was written this: The rescue refuel probe is here. [illegible] turned out to be [illegible] not what I expected. I have [illegible] for clarification, [illegible] Mars [illegible] -----cation. Testing will continue. I still remain confident that [illegible] the project called "[illegible] ---elin" can still be used in someway to turn the ship around and resume course.
The last two pages were so scribbled over that I could barely make out any words let alone a full sentence. I did however, notice what looked like the word "Devil" written over and over. Very strange. I left the Captain's quarters with more questions than answers...

Year 14 - [missing]

Year 15 - The Light Show Ends - Today the projection device created by MR, (Everyone still calls her the 'Mimarobe' as a sign of respect.) had to be shut down to conserve power. The Mimarobe often expressed to me her regret at not being more forceful with Captain Chefone in explaining the problem with Mima. She told me that if she could back in time she would say to the Captain:
"Just imagine what it will be like if Mima isn't here... do you understand how hellish the situation will become? My life is dedicated to this program and I'M TELLING YOU, IT WILL BURN OUT AND DIE! Imagine if people can temporarily go back to earth by turning on a light switch, now imagine if the bulb blows up, and there's no replacement..." "I know how important Mima is and you don't get it!"
The beam-screen seemed like a great idea at the time to keep everyone's spirits up, but in many ways it may have done more harm than good. People lost their minds staring all the time at something they knew they would never have...

Year 16 - [missing]

Year 17 - [missing]

Year 18 - The Time/Memorial Capsule - The Mimarobe was the one that came up with the idea for a time/memorial capsule. She (like all of us) has suffered greatly, but from time to time she would show a small spark of her old self. The idea, while slow to catch on, would eventually give those of us still left a renewed sense of purpose. (People now had a reason to get out of bed.) But, it was I who would take the idea and transform it into something greater. Our first attempt at creating the capsule was successful (it was little more than a metal box) but at the same time, as the Mimarobe pointed out it looked too much like a large coffin. I agreed. We could do better. We had to do better. But we had to be careful [missing] effecting power systems. I asked the Mimarobe if she could sketch a better design. After two days the Mimarobe presented me with a new design, it was beautiful, but simple, yet elegant. Above the sketch was were the words, "Heart of Aniara." The name was perfect. We would fill the "Heart of Aniara", with our art and our poetry, with our hopes, dreams and wedding rings. We would pour into it our stories, our struggles, our trials and tribulations, we would fill it with the tear drops from our very souls.
The "Heart of Aniara" is almost complete. It has taken an entire [missing] solid effort to build and everyone took turns polishing it, so now it shines like the golden sun. We also wrote [missing] and painted two large red hearts on the sides. It [missing] long and on the inside are different [missing] created using metal partitions. [missing] was instrumental in its consruction...

Year 19 - A Slight Delay - Disaster! Several Power systems, including all emergency back up systems across the ship have begun failing for some unknown reason. [missing] working around the clock to figure out what is wrong... I don't know how much longer we can hold on...
We finally found the [missing] will work for the time being, but [missing] restored power [missing] will do for now...

Year 20 - The Heart of Aniara - At last the time has come for our send off. Everything is ready. As the "Captain" of Aniara it is my great honor to commision this new vessel "Heart of Aniara". Behind me I heard someone whisper "vessel?". I continued, "It is my firm belief that the "Heart of Aniara" will make it back home to Mars and everyone will know our stories..."
A moment before send off, I told everyone to wait. Theres one more thing left. I then slid open a hatch on the side and told everyone that I hated to do this to them, but I was going to Mars with my family. The Mimarobe approached me with a half smile on her face and said in a very serious tone "Good Luck, Captain Benny", "tell everyone on Mars hi for us and that we wish we were there." I smiled and promised that I would. Then to my suprise all the others came up to me, with some shaking my hand and congratulating me, asking me to say hi to their family and friends as well. I then ducked down into the newly christened "Heart of Aniara." Then the hatch was sealed. A small rechargable electric candle that I brought with me, provided the only light. Knowing that we would be leaving in a moment I opened a small box, took Carmen (lock of ex-fiancée's hair) and Sarah Ann (small jar with dead fetus) and held them together in my left hand against my chest. I could feel my heart beating with a mixture of fear and excitement. I took out a small children's book with my right hand and began reading it from the beginning. It was my daughter's favorite. It was called "The Duck and the Noodle." "Daddy are we there yet?" I laughed as tears ran down my face and said "Yes, my little princess noodle were almost there."
The Memorial Capsule lauched into space with a loud whoosh...
(Mimarobe, MR) - When everyone had just got through waving goodbye and were getting ready to leave, the view screen turned on and with it a pre-recorded message from Captain Benny. "To celebrate this great day, I have arranged for you a "Grand Feast", then he paused. A few people exchanged questioning looks. Then the Captain spoke again. "You see", he said with a smile, "Unlike all of you, I saved my emergency rations. You will find them hidden inside the mattress in my quarters, enjoy!" "Also, you will find two bottles of wine, yes! real wine!" Before the video even finished several people had started shuffling as fast as the could to Captain Benny's quarters. The Captain wasn't lying, it appeared that he had indeed saved almost all of his emergency rations for some special occasion(s).
What a feast it was! To make it fair for everyone we took all of the rations and put them together to create a kind of giant stew. Each of us not only savored each precious spoonful, we cherished it as though it was a long lost loved one. It is not an exaggeration to say that each bite was chewed one hundred times or more and then held in the mouth for ten minutes or longer, swishing the pulpy liquid around and around. I even saw one person spit the food back into their bowl and then put it back into their mouth, over and over again. That seemed a little bit unusual to me, but everyone should enjoy their last real meal the way they want. As for the wine their was enough for everyone to have a shot glass filled to the brim. We talked about the "Great Feast" for months afterword...

Year 21 - [missing]

Year 22 - The Living Dead - (Mimarobe, MR) We've had to abandon almost the entire ship to conserve power, but basically were still good alive... I still dream about Isagel and our son from time to time...

Year 23 - [missing]

Year 24 - The Sarcophagus - A few remaining survivors, including the Mimarobe, sit cross-legged in a dimly lit room. One of the few survivors speaks in a rhapsodic manner about the divine power of sunlight on Earth.
The Aniara slowly descends into final darkness...

Note: Years 25 through 5,981,406 are missing.

Year 5,981,407 - Lyra Constellation - The Aniara, derelict, frozen and devoid of human life - reaches the Lyra constellation and approaches a planet as verdant and welcoming as Earth was formerly. It quickly passes by continuing on into the endless void of space...

Date Unknown - The Warm Embrace - Ages come, Ages gone, Aniara soon embraced, engulfed by warmth and shine, newest born crimson light, Aniara far from home, aflame, not even ashes remain.

Epilogue: Year 100 - The Triumph of Hope - Despite the faliure of many valiant rescue attempts, including all attempts at communication, we remain confident that those onboard the Aniara knew that they were not forgotten. It is difficult to imagine (the speaker momentarily shuttered), the impossible challenges they endured. The story of their lives will remain in the collective hearts of humanity for all time. It is our hope that we will do right by them, now and in the future. We vow to never repeat the mistakes of the past... and that is why today, on the one hundredth anniversary since the Aniara was lost, we reach across time and space to bring their souls back home, home to this sacred place... We hereby consecrate this new park as the "Aniara Memorial Park and Museum Complex." As you walk through these doors, one of the first things you will notice is the "Heart of Aniara" on display. Along the walls are the names and pictures of the passengers and crew, their artwork, poetry, and most importantly, the stories of their lives, their hopes, dreams and wedding rings...
Aniara Memorial Plaque: We ourselves are the sorrow, we are also the joy, everything human is rooted in humanity, and no human being can escape humanity, not her hatred and her self-degradation, nor the joy she spreads, nor the love she forms.

Date [redacted] - Project "Devil's Javelin" - Status report #[redacted] - As of today's date we are aware of a total of four "spear-like objects" [redacted] and has contextualized that there are many more as yet discovered. Because of [redacted] we now know they are made of [redacted] and probably come from [redacted] the first was found on Earth 86 years ago, at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. The second one was discovered by the crew of the Aniara [redacted] years ago. The third was found here on Mars, near [redacted] and moved to its present secure location. The fourth and newest one was found when [redacted] the far side of the Moon. [redacted] buried inside the [redacted] impact crater. We have yet to discover the purpose of these "spear-like objects."
After [redacted] to prevent another type of incident. [redacted] have been able to gain access to the inside of the one here on Mars. [redacted] only after [redacted] and the entire team. [redacted] using the most advanced technology and research methods. Dr. [redacted] found [redacted] which is impossible and should not exist. However, we must now come to grips with the horror that this new revelation about humanity has [redacted] general public must never find out...
THE END?

Alternate ending 1
Year 5,981,407 - The Sarcophagus World Destroyer - As the ship Aniara descended towards the lush and green planet, the crew rejoiced. Or at least they would have if they hadn't all been dead. After thousands of millennia wandering through space, they had found a planet that was almost identical to Earth.
The planet's gravity was very strong, and the ship had become trapped in the planet's gravitational pull and started hurtling towards the surface.
The Aniara crashed into the planet with a deafening roar, causing massive destruction and sending out shockwaves that rippled across the surface.
As the dust settled, it became clear that the landing had been catastrophic. Plant and animal life had been completely obliterated, and the once green planet was now a barren wasteland. Soon not a single living thing was left to witness the horror and the devastation that had been caused.
Another beautiful, thriving, planet, a blue and green jewel, once teeming with life has been turned into a lifeless barren wasteland...

Alternate ending 2
Year 5,981,407 - The Second Chance Sarcophagus - As the ship Aniara descended towards the lush and green planet, the crew rejoiced. Or at least they would have if they hadn't all been dead. After thousands of millennia wandering through space, they had found a planet that was almost identical to Earth.
The planet's gravity was very strong, and the ship had become trapped in the planet's gravitational pull and started hurtling towards the surface.
One one-trillionth of a second after the Aniara crashed into the planet the mysterious spear-like probe on board finally awakened. A God-Like Power. In that one one-trillionth of a second the Aniara was scanned by the powerful probe and the events and lives of the crew had become known to it. At the same time, both the ship and the planet were saved by a force field of immense power. The ship was now resting safely on the surface of the lush, green planet. The probe had determined that the primitive life forms on board were worthy of a second chance at life and it was able to resurrect the entire crew and all the passengers from microscopic DNA that had been left. The Aniara was perfectly restored and even the Mima had been brought back. The crew and passengers awoke to find themselves in a veritable Garden of Eden, a paradise. Maybe this time things would go better and the mistakes from the past would not be repeated...





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2023.06.10 06:36 Moist-Business4255 What should I do? Who should I talk to and what should I say?

I am in an awkward and confusing situation here and need some help. I (m31) have been married to my wife (f29) since 4 years and we have a baby. Recently we came to our in-laws because I have some long-term work in the same town. Of course we are staying at the in-laws house. Now my wife has a sister (f25) named sky (not real). She has been good to me and we talk normally. She took care of the kid in past, still does at times and is generally respectful. This time though it has been a whole different scene. She had been staring me a bit more, being a little bit more funny and so on.
So my wife is out with her parents n kid and I took a shower and am in my room (the room we were staying in). Since I got some alone time after shower after quite a few days, I was basically taking my own sweet time to rub my hair, apply some cream all while my junk is hanging out. After a good 2 minutes, I look towards the door and I see that the door wasn't all closed and I saw sky walk away. Im 100% sure that she was looking in since some time and was astonished by my sudden head turn i guess. I didn't know what to say bcs it was a fault but i wasnt 100% sure if she was looking or not... I kept quiet n nothng happened.
About a week later, im late for meeting. Today too my wife is out with parents. I walk to the common bathroom with my stuff and i find her taking shower. I was surprised bcs normally it wud be locked from inside if someone's in there. Of course I saw her nakd. I didnt want to be the awkward guy so later I msgd her saying sorry it was a mistake. she responds with a dry "ok".
but abt another week later, same situation (wife, kid, her parents out) and I once again walk in on her in the bathroom. I said a sorry again and all she said was "ok. it happens. no worries". The third time does not feel like coincidence because her own room has an attached bathroom...she does not have to come out for taking a bath.
I have no intentions to do anythign with her but being a human her naked figure was doing rounds in my head and of course I am imagining things. i decided to tell my wife. I told her everything in detail. Guess what? She says "oh.... that's all she said? If sky says dont worry so dont worry", kisses me and goes onto doing whatever she was doing. Honestly, I was expecting some anger from her and i was kinda astonished by her reaction. She is kinda possessive and shows signs of jealousy even if I appreciate any other woman for anything (not just looks). Such lukewarm reaction .... not what i expected.
Today morning I was in the half asleep state and I feel my dick is being sucked. Now wife does this sometimes. If I am having a boner in my sleep, she might start sucking, especially when its morning. I have woken up to that a number of times. So today too, I am almost half asleep and am slowly waking up to the sensation and I moaned Sky's name a couple of times. It took me a while to realise what might be happening I woke up ashamed of dreaming abt sky. Guess what... my wife acts as if she heard nothing. She proceeds with it, I cum and all is normal. During the day whenever I came back home, sky is opening the door with rather unusual dress (deep neck, tight pants) - something I don't remember her wearing ever inside the house.
I dunno what's going on. Since my wife's reaction was so lukewarm, I have started feeling so strongly that sky wants to do me and my wife doesn't care if I do it. I am obviously infatuated a bit and imagining sky. I mean I have conveyed things to my wife and she does not seem to care. it feels so inappropriate to ask in laws. What should I do? what shud I say and to whom? Should I take a step forward with sky? Should I force my wife to tell me what's on her mind and why she did not bother about it? I am totally confused. Help me.
EDIT: This is a throaway account bcs wife is on this site though not regular.
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2023.06.10 06:36 uniqr Told me he's embarrassed of me and it's not the first time - is this over?

I'm so sorry this is a novel, kudos to anyone who reads it. Venting.
I (29f) have been with my med SO (39m) for 4 years. Given the age gap, he is significantly further on in his career than I am. In saying that, he's only been fully qualified (consultant/attending) for the last 6 months. At my age he was graduating med school without a dime to his name.
I'm an allied health clinician of 8 years. I have specialist postgrad qualifications in my field of practice, and I am in my final year of a PhD. I am doing my PhD "full time" on stipend, but realistically I work about 30 hours extra/week in a mix of clinical, other paid research work and teaching work. So I earn a little less than I would if I was a full time clinician of my level, but still earn a decent wage (above the median). I have around 50k in savings. Financially we split everything 50/50. For context he earns x3 as much as me, and has around 180k in savings.
It's been a repeat issue (especially since he finished training) where I feel like he discredits my career and my earnings. Sometimes he makes rude comments about me being 'just a student', and he often severely overstates his financial role in our relationship. We split rent, bills, holidays etc. I am very good at tracking expenses and am very careful to pay my way. He is not so much. I do most of the cooking/cleaning/shopping, organise bills etc, so it's not uncommon I'll pay bills or buy groceries multiple times a week for both of us and he won't follow it up to pay me back. He buys groceries? I transfer him half immediately. It seems like since he's finished training he's surrounded himself with consultants earning huge cash and suddenly he is extremely attentive to his own money. Because he earns more, in his head he seems to think he supports me. Which is absolutely ridiculous, as I am so meticulous about ensuring I pay my way. He seems to conveniently forget all of the out of sight things I pay for, and take credit for the things he'll pay for when we're physically together. It actually annoys me because despite how much less I earn I am still far more generous. I have also made significant career sacrifices to support him - including two interstate and one international move in that last 4 years. These moves caused significant delays to my PhD and completely flipped my career on its head, so multiple times I've had to battle to make a career work around his work.
He's studying for an additional exam and it's caused tension between us because I am at the pointy end of my PhD and very time stretched. I'm still working a lot of hours. My mum died 6 weeks ago and I took a few weeks off work, which was costly with funeral costs etc and time off my casual work. As such I feel pressured to work more hours. I also feel pressure from him that I'm never earning enough, so work more than I'm comfortable with both from a workload perspective and a grief perspective.
We got in a fight today over the use of the stupid study. We actually have two study spaces, but one has two monitors set up that I use as my WFH desk. He doesn't use additional monitors, just his laptop. I'm spending my Saturday working on PhD deadlines because I picked up extra shifts this week. I'm 3 hours in, he comes home from shopping and demands to use the desk. I reasonably asked if he could use the other one, given I'm set up, in a zone and using the monitors. Concentrating the last few weeks has been an absolute bitch and I am really struggling to work through my grief. Something as small as maintaining a 'safe' work space is really important to me. Nope. Absolutely not. He has an exam in two weeks. He needs to study. It must be this desk etc etc. I cave and pack up all my stuff to move to the next room. As I'm doing this he starts making comments about how I have no idea how much stress he's under and how important this exam is etc etc. I say I wish he was more supportive of my PhD and that I am also working very hard right now. We have a dumb consultant dinner thing this weekend and I childishly say I'm not going anymore, and he says "Good, you're an embarrassment anyways, I don't want you there".
I feel like that statement sums up all of these issues around money and my career that bubble under the surface. He doesn't respect where I am in my career - he thinks I'm just a student and my career is insignificant. I get it, I do know how important his job is. Sure, in comparison my job isn't that important. But realistically I would support him to do whatever he wanted - barista, mechanic, gardener. Toilet cleaner. I would never discredit his career, irrespective of what it was. I value my career and that's what matters to me. I get great feedback from my students. I get to help people learn to walk again. My research is all about improving patient care. I am genuinely passionate about what I do. I know I'm small fish, but I also am the first in my family to go to university. I'm proud that I finished university at all, let alone now about to finish a PhD. I recognise my privilege, and am very grateful I am so educated.
Despite this, I feel like my career will never compare to his. I feel like he will always think and believe my career is worthless and he is more important. I do feel he is embarrassed of me and my career because I'm 'just a student' to him.
Our relationship is not all bad, but these key issues around my career and finances feel monumental. Both of my parents are dead now. I feel like I really need a partner who is in my corner and cheering me on, not someone who tells me I'm not enough. My fourth paper was published recently - one that took 3 years. I cried and cried because although it was really nice the support I got from work colleagues, I felt like I had no one to actually celebrate with. It's a soft spot I guess adjusting to not having parents to call and share this kind of stuff with. When I told him he sent me a text saying congrats and we never spoke of it again.
Is this a phase where his head is big on the back of finally finishing training? Is this unsurpassable? Have you experienced something similar with your med SO?
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2023.06.10 06:34 El_Mariachi_Vive First private gig entirely on my own! Wanted to share with you all and ask for luck

For the last 4 or 5 years, I had been out of the industry. I made it pretty far, and got absolutely crushed once the lights got bright, so to speak. I was devastated. I decided to take on another career for a while maintaining airplanes. It was FUCKING AWESOME and so much fun but then a bunch of major life changes happened including a mild brain injury, which left me unable to do anything but cook. So, cooking I did.

Back in March I applied at a restaurant job on a whim and was hired. Fast forward 3 months and I work off and on at a bar my friend runs, while also working at 2 of the nicest restaurants in my area. On top of that, tomorrow I do my first completely private gig. I've done countless contracting gigs working at events, weddings, for caterers, and things like that, but never just going to someone's house as my own private business entity, with my own rules and recipes.

I am beyond excited. Not only is this going to be my chance to lay my dick on the table and establish myself as a serious chef in my area, but the money is noice. $40/hr, and I charge for every hour I spend buying and prepping, as well as being in the home and cooking/presenting/entertaining/cleaning.

I was told to make the food well but to not go too crazy, as the guest of honor is picky. So, the menu is...

cocktail hour - marrow and bruschetta with crostini. Also stole a gin/champagne/pom cocktail recipe from my wife. Also, mussels and chorizo
1st course - frisee, chevre, blood orange, roasted cashew, champagne vin
main course - honey mustard grilled chicken breast (guest of honors request), Moroccan style roasted baby carrots, cooper sharp gemelli and cheese
dessert - cranachan
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2023.06.10 06:34 flippenphil (OFFER) Trauma Center, the little mermaid, super troopers 2, yesterday, marauders, mr. holmes, scary stories, a thousand words, the dark tower, big hero 6, jungle cruise, strange world (REQUEST) Ambulance, the Menu, ISO on bottom / offers

MA = Movies Anywhere
GP = Googleplay
[?] = unknown definition
title = pending trade
If a title is no longer listed = It has been traded
COMBO Films
MOVIES
TV Series Marked
Vudu Only
ITUNES Only
ITUNES Only MOVIES - No Port - Marked
CANADIAN CODES: GOOGLE PLAY / ITUNES MARKED I do not know any of these port
WANT LIST
Titles I am looking for
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2023.06.10 06:23 fangirl_otaku7 How Nintendo Attacked Me Personally With TOTK

Disclaimer: No, obviously Nintendo has no idea who I am, and though my pain is genuine, my attitude in this post should be taken as a joke. But the coincidence is really funny. Also I haven't explored beneath the castle yet so no spoilers in the comments please.
Background: When I played Breath of the Wild, I did the Tarrey Town quest like everyone else. My boyfriend told me to look forward to it because I'm a huge romance fan. I was... underwhelmed? So he gives her his stinky laundry to fix every single day and gets defensive when she tries to tell him how that's kinda yikes? Gets nearly the ENTIRE town to practically gaslight her into agreeing to a wedding vow based on his company that he apparently didn't even address with her before the ceremony? And this is everyone's favorite canon couple in Breath of the Wild? I wasn't hyped. Especially because Rhondson has a line saying "I wonder if he's the only kind of voe I'll find." Honey... look up. Literally. Granté is sitting RIGHT THERE. He's cute, friendly, polite, sells armor just like her so they have a common interest and he can mend his OWN clothing - now there's a match made in heaven! I even wanted to write a fanfiction where Rhondson has an affair with Granté and got a couple chapters in before I got distracted with another project.
Cue Tears of the Kingdom.
Obviously I was extremely curious about what happened to Rhondson. My highest hope was that she had divorced Hudson - I felt it was reasonably within the realm of possibility. But of course I'm sure you all know about that freak of nature running around - Mattison. God. I made my boyfriend do that quest, I was so annoyed. It also occurs to me while writing this post that it looks like Rhondson has completely given up her passion for tailoring and crafting armor to help out with Hudson's business. Like, okay, support your hubby I guess but what about YOUR dreams, girl?
Running around Tarrey Town, I've got one thought - where's Granté?
You guys. How could this NOT be a personal attack.
GRANTÉSSON?
So not only does he NOT hook up with the woman of his dreams (according to me), he CHANGES HIS NAME so he can work for her PIG of a husband and is banished by the game onto a lonely cliffside and doesn't even spawn until you do that quest for Mattison? On TOP of that, it seems the fanbase is using him as a hatesink because he follows Link around while he's constructing his house and gets in the way. He's barely an NPC - he's been demoted to Korok status. It feels like someone at Nintendo read all two chapters of my fanfiction and gave Granté the WORST possible fate JUST to spite me. Just... how is this even possible. It is INSANE.
So that's the story of Nintendo's totally real vendetta against me personally. You cut deep, Nintendo. Real deep. Hope you're proud.
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2023.06.10 06:22 Independent_Will_913 Rant: I wish Salesforce would stop pushing "clicks not code."

I'm a software developer specializing in Salesforce. I learned fundamental software concepts before I ever heard of Salesforce, so learning Salesforce was simply learning a new tech stack. This has made it fairly easy to find work, and I've worked in consulting/implementation firms for the last 3 years. I have never worked in-house.
This may be why I have my bias, since companies seek out firms when they are unable to handle their complex needs. Long story short...
Salesforce always requires a technical person for designing and implementing customizations.
I cannot fathom a world where an admin who cannot read code is in charge of architecture. Do they know about platform events? How would they know that adding a validation rule wouldn't interfere with existing trigger logic, since they cannot read code?
To be clear, I am not saying all developers are automatically capable of architecture. I have worked alongside devs who fall apart when they aren't given step-by-step instructions. But I wouldn't put an admin in charge. I say this from experience - all clients I've worked with who have a mature org have a knowledgeable salesforce admin. This is the person who made everything work before they needed consultants...but when I am brought on to their org, I often have to untangle a mess of hacky solutions, because that's what Salesforce pushes. Combinations of formula fields and rollups and workflows... often times these solutions were a massive drain on system resources and data storage.
It's time we called salesforce for what it really is: an infrastructure as a service. Salesforce needs to focus on providing modern, scalable, well-documented dev tools (Aura components should have never existed... SFDX is now retired?! sigh), because enterprise orgs are essentially software + infrastructure that needs to be maintained and extended by developers. There's no escaping this. Try getting an admin to do zoom integrations. Try getting an admin to implement Shield. Or check out this person's confusion as to why an experience site would be created using LWC's.
To be honest, I used to aim this frustration at admins. I loathed that they made 6 figures for setting up emails configs and creating subpar, unscalable flows. I detested that there were thousand-dollar bootcamps that used trailhead as their learning platform (please do not pay for programs like Talent Stacker). Don't get me started on the craftsmanship of salesforce developers who come from admin backgrounds (they often don't understand software engineering principles, and think because something works, it is good).
But it's not their fault. It's Salesforce's fault. Salesforce continues pushing the idea that a large complicated business process is mostly complete in the existing platform, and all you need is someone who can take a few gamified modules over the weekend to finalize the requirements. Or that any admin can learn how to use triggers. It makes my job harder to do when clients think I'm there to burn through their money. Or when an admin turned "developer" doesn't understand why I keep rejecting their PR that contains formulas in SOQL filtering.
Thanks for listening. Let me know how I'm wrong.
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2023.06.10 06:19 Progman3K [TOMT] 90s Internet video

There was a video where a very hot young woman is at a club and picks up a guy, starts making out with him, and when the guy is really worked-up, she pushes him away over his protestations, and they part company.
Cut to her, later, alone at her house/apartment as she prepares for bed. She pulls out a glass eye, strips off her wig, then she incredibly removes/unzips a reverse-fat-suit and steps out of it, revealing that she is in fact a man; a disgusting, fat middle-aged mustached slob.
The clip ends with him slobbily drinking a beer as he sits in a ratty recliner while watching TV and burping.
The video was titled - Who's In My Baby?
Disclaimer: It's been 25 years, some details could be wrong
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2023.06.10 06:18 Suisei_exe Considering a move to Japan in several years, how feasible is it for a family?

Hi! I’m currently a 23 y/o guy living in Florida with my 22 y/o girlfriend. I’ve always been intensely fascinated with Japan, namely the culture, geography, food, language, etc.
I realize that Japan isn’t always all it’s cracked up to be, but it’s been a lifelong dream of mine to move there one day. I have a bachelor’s of science in interdisciplinary social sciences, and plan to get several years of experience in medical sales / research & development here in the states. Many of the companies available to work for here also have positions available in Japan, so I’m now realizing that my dream could be feasible after 5+ years working here. My starting salary would likely be around 60-80k before commission, and has a lot of room to grow over the years. My gf also has a bachelor’s degree in Psychology, but may not need to work if my salary could allow us to live comfortably.
I’m currently a beginner with learning the language, but plan to stick with it daily & hope to reach N1 / N0 within the decade (conservatively). My girlfriend is not learning it yet, but has a knack for language and would likely pick it up quickly if she’d like to learn.
We plan to eventually have kids (or adopt), though likely not for several more years.
My main question is - what would life be like for us, assuming I’d support us with a decent salary working for a western company in Japan? It might be a short-term or long-term move, depending on how we like it when we can begin making trips there.
I’m mainly interested in: how housing is for renting / buying in either Tokyo or Osaka, lower & upper schooling system for children, general cost of living for a couple / family, and overall quality of life for two white Americans living in a major Japanese city.
This is my dream, but I’d want to make sure my gf (future wife) would be happy & comfortable as well. I’m unfamiliar with how foreigners are treated, how our social lives could grow, etc.
I would greatly appreciate any tips or info, not exactly looking for specifics on moving but rather the feasibility of living there for an extended period of time. I’ve done quite a bit of research but would like to hear realistic scenarios.
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2023.06.10 06:04 kaqoil Should I even keep going on with this thing?

Should I even keep going on with this thing?
Basically, I've traded a dodge neon for this pig about 2 months ago. It's a 97 c1500, ive replaced the fuel tank, straps and pump, also filler neck, brake booster, master cylinder, abs pump, both coolant temp sensors, radiator, water pump thermostat and housing, and everything for a tuneup. It's still not getting up to temp, and backfiring at 70mph+, my next assumption is injectors, but still not getting up to temp? I got the brakes back to working fine. also yes, I did put m/t's on a 2wd, and I live in the rust belt, so its beautiful compared to what I've owned. Also, guess the mileage...
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2023.06.10 05:56 FreddyChaz The 💎 Standard! Join today! Currently in Week 1 of Year 2 with a CASH POT!! Several great teams available, join it’s too late!!

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2023.06.10 05:52 Trick_Bumblebee2346 How do I leave him with a baby?

My relationship with my husband has always been rocky. We have a lot of internalized anger towards each other. We really shouldn’t be together as the foundation for this relationship was never strong - he never proposed and we sort just decided to get married. Nearly 10 years later we have a house and a toddler and we’re both so miserable. He wants to try to make it work but I’m just so sick of arguments and resentment.
For context, I’m the only breadwinner and he takes care of our child at home (I also WFH). He’s an amazing father and loves our child so much. I’m very busy at work and we often argue about chores. I do help so much during the day but he is still so angry all the time and I get it, he wishes he could work, but he would never be able to afford our lifestyle (which is nothing crazy, we have a mortgage and live rather frugally).
We’re both JNs. I just don’t know how to end this. Has anyone worked through something similar and was able to fix their marriage? He also refuses therapy.
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2023.06.10 05:50 SysError404 2014 Dodge Ram 1500, 5.7L w/ 8 Speed - Getting Transmission work

So, I took my truck to the dealership to get a manifold leak addressed and attempt to get my headlight upgrade. Walked out being told I have an internal Transmission issue, Rear diff is on borrowed time and a $15k price quote.
Picked my truck up and drove it and hour to the best Transmission shop in my area. They test drove and said, the transmission is slipping in gear 2-4, and there is some noice coming from the Rear diff. I already knew both manifolds have a leak so no surprise there.
My question, how serious is the transmission issue potentially? Could this be something that a transmission can repair or is it likely that I am looking at a full re-manufacture on mine or replacing mine completely with a re-manufactured Trans? I have no idea what noise in fro mthe rear diff means so I dont expect anyone to offer insight on that without being able to hear it themselves. I am mostly concerned with what can I expect regarding the transmission.
For what it's worth, they charge $100/hr standard labor rate, 130 for transmission work. I have a good chunk of change set aside as I was planning on buying a boat this week but wanted to make sure my truck was in good working order first. So if you feel comfortable throwing an estimate at me, it would be appreciated.
Thanks in advance for any information the subs Techs and Mechanics can provide.
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2023.06.10 05:48 VintageImages A nursing study of attendings making medical students print notes

PICOT: population are the medical students printing progress notes. Intervention considered, hiding the paper from the attendings. Comparison alternative intervention, sending the medical student to find a Doppler instead. Outcome fewer medical students jam the printer and get hit with hammers. Time frame is until the nurses lose interest because a charge nurse got a nurse and a tech pregnant in the course of a week.
Attendings carry dangerously long patient lists, because running an outpatient addiction clinic in Meth City beats working in a hospital for a bunch of administrators with MBAs from Southeast Arkansas School of Business and Television Repair.
As a consequence, the remaining attendings are busy making sure they have fulfilled 72 discrete administrative tasks and practices holistic medicine with all of their patients. They are also responsible for an unknown number of residents. Finally they are responsible for making sure the APRN knows the difference between levophed and labatilol, and why you can’t give either to a patient during an outpatient MRI.
Many APRNs from the Hollywood Upstairs Online Graduate School of Nursing have trouble distinguishing between drugs that start with the same letter and will only prescribe drugs that start with the same letter each day of the week. It’s a terrifying 26 day cycle, not unlike the time the attending had a pregnancy scare during their MCAT prep.
As a result medical students on rotation are the absolute lowest priority. The attending, however, has been instructed to find something for those little shits to do. So the medical students are assigned the task of printing all of the progress notes for all of the patients on the attending’s list. Inevitably the medical student jams the old as fuck printer. This is because the hospital is spending money on CRNA Appreciation Day’s golf outing and the medical student has not learned the ways of the the printer.
Learning the ways of the printer is harder than learning how to do a radical neck resection to repair soft tissue cancers extending from the hard palate to the esophageal sphincter. Micro stitching is much easer than applying 2.4 psi of pressure with a slight anti-clockwise rotation of the head of the one specific plastic screw, with the rotation not to exceed 7 degrees or 0.04 pound feet of torque, which causes the printer to print without jamming. If done incorrectly this will cause the printer to smoke and the student will be hit with a hammer.
Loss of a printer is inconvenient, because IT is in a Section 8 apartment in the housing projects across town. The hospital used a janitor’s paystubs to get the apartment. It’s very economical and the janitor and his family are allowed to live in the Provider’s Lounge. IT takes approximately 4 days to make it to the unit and then has to order the parts from North Korea. Every time someone needs to print, and can’t, a medical student gets hit with a hammer. Hammer injuries don’t pay well, so administration wants to reduce the number of med students in the ED.
The proposed intervention is hiding all of the paper. The working theory is that if a pleasing nurse in Figs tells the attending that they are out of paper. Then the medical students will have to sit and watch an APRN try to perform a bedside neck resection on an awake and alert 43 year patient recovering from an ACL repair after a drunk pickeball injury.
It is not going well. If a medical student tries to stop the neck resection, then they will be hit with a hammer. APRNs are the future and if you make them mad, they will leave the hospital and go open their own clinic specializing in Botox and ketamine. If you make an APRN sad, you will be hit with a hammer. Just stay quiet and go along with the “no paper” story.
Alternative intervention, a RN tells the attending that they don’t have time to doppler pulses on the fem-pop. They are busy buying Figs and applying to CRNA school. The attending will send the medical students to find a Doppler and then have them doppler the pulses. This works because there are no dopplers left in the hospital. They got lost in the bedding after a code and went to hospital laundry. The administration wants to cut Doppler costs this year, so no replacements are available. The fem-pop was unsuccessful, the foot turned blue, and it’s taken 4 more surgeries to repair - so many ICD-10 codes to enter.
Sidebar: rumor is that next year administration is cutting EKG machine costs, because someone said a 3 lead is just as good. The cardiology residents are already building their own EKG machines and testing them on forensic patients. So far the machine works well, with only a small number of burns. Unfortunately, these machines don’t read the EKG for them, but ChatGPT gives decently accurate reads.
Back to the study. I’m not sure if sidebars are allowed in APA 7th, but the APA 7th can suck my floridly psychotic patient’s left nut.
The medical students will spend their entire rotation finding the Doppler. This prevents any medical student caused printer issues and subsequent hammer bearings.
Proposed outcome. Fewer medical students with poorly reimbursed hammer injuries and fewer problems with the federal government every time a package full of printer parts and a class-traitor’s hand arrives from North Korea.
Time frame: at least a week or two. It will probably get abandoned when news breaks that James the charge nurse has been pursuing chunky RNs and techs and missed the pull out.
James knows that if the Figs are tight at the seams and she’s talking about getting a tattoo of her Pitbull that died of police gunfire after it attacked a school bus, then the panties are coming off after he buys them Applebees twice. Unfortunately James doesn’t know that the pullout method is ineffective, especially in the break room on the unit that’s closed for plumbing repair. Anyway, he’s gotten two of them pregnant in the same week.
The RNs have all been watching him try to gaslight the tech into believing that they’ve never actually had sex. He’s simultaneously trying to get the nurse to pickup some extra shifts to pay for her own abortion and cover some staffing holes.
Barbara the unit secretary figured it all out, because James, the tech, and the nurse all treat her like their work grandma.
Unfortunately Barbara said that the tech has been gaslighted before and isn’t falling for it again. Also the RN is a born again Christian and won’t get an abortion, wants her baby raised in a Christian household with a daddy, doesn’t know about the tech, and is straight fucking crazy.
So the study will probably end when news breaks. Side benefit, everyone is picking up to see it happen, so staffing has improved.
Statistical analysis: none, cause fuck statistics.
I wrote this for a nursing theory class in my psych APRN program, and got an A, because nobody cares what we do. APRNs are the future.
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2023.06.10 05:48 Ebeggarslayer STOP GIFTING TIKTOK CREATORS!!

If you send gifts on Tik Tok, this is for you.
Think to yourself, how much money do you make per year?
What do you have to do in order to make that money?
Do you have really nice things like expensive cars, big house, tons in savings while traveling the world on vacation?
If not, why are you sending gifts to 20 YEAR OLDS MAKING THEM RICH???For those of you who don’t know, every 100,000 coins a creator gets, they profit $500 while TikTok takes the other $500(50/50 split). If you take a look at the rankings each night, it’s typically the same 100 people every night with the lowest being 200,000 coins and the highest usually around 3 MILLION coins! That means these lower end creators are making $1,000 PER DAY which is $350,000/year while the big time creators are making $5,000- $15,000 PER DAY which is $2,000,000 - $6,000,000 A YEAR!!! You think I’m joking? The numbers are right there in the rankings. DO THE MATH!! These guys can go LIVE a few hours a day a few days a week(which is fun for them) and make 6-7 FIGURES ANNUALLY.
Meanwhile you’re busting your ass at your 9-5 job just trying to get by making these people filthy friggin rich. And the worst part is, these creators don’t do shit!! These creators make you feel like your important and gas your head up and make you feel like you’re apart of this great team. They don’t give a shit about you. If you stop gifting them, you’ll never hear from them again and if you do it’s to find out why you’re not gifting them anymore.
You work too damn hard to give your money away for other people to live the way YOU should be living. STOP GIFTING THESE PEOPLE because if you look at your total coins spent and do the math on how much money it equates to, it’s going to make you SICK to your stomach when you realize you’ve gifted out THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS to these random people. Just think about what you could have done with that money!?!! I’m sure you could think of a bunch of things….Instead you gave it to a creator and it just covered their trip to Bora Bora. I know it’s addicting as hell but I hope this helps you understand how stupid it really is. I was one of those gifters until I understood all of this. If you’re gonna gift someone, give it to the creator that actually has real content and puts a ton of effort into it. Stop giving it to the people who just battle all F*cking day which is no different than a lazy person without a job getting on tik tok everyday begging for donations. I bet you wouldn’t gift that person. You would make fun of them and tell them to stop begging and to get a job. Well, WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE!?!? NO MORE GIFTING!!
Spoil yourself with your hard working money. Not random people who don’t give a damn about you. Or, give it to someone who actually truly needs it like a homeless veteran, or a kid who’s never been to a ball game, or someone behind on bills. Not some tik toker who’s already rich as hell. At least if you go to the casino you have a chance to win, when you gift money to these TikTok battlers, you win NOTHING and they win EVERYTHING!
I hope if you’ve read all of this, it’s opened your eyes. For those of you that still choose to gift, it’s your money so do as you please but if you have half a brain, you’ll stop making other people rich when there’s others who could use it including yourself!
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2023.06.10 05:46 bransanon [Landlord-US-CA] Elderly landlord doesn't have a copy of lease or deposit amount for tenant

Trying to help out an elderly neighbor, she's had the same tenant in a rental property for about 8 years in a house that's a couple hundred miles away. The tenant is moving to be closer to his kids and vacating the rental at the end of the month.
She was renting the property out through a property management firm, which she says closed up shop in 2019. They never shared any paperwork with her other than the original rental application - she does not have a copy of the lease, and does not even know the amount of the security deposit (which as I understand was held by the now defunct management company). The tenant just switched over to sending her the monthly rent directly and neither ever really questioned the arrangement.
It doesn't seem like she's on bad terms with the tenant and she doesn't anticipate any damage past usual wear and tear (she has a handyman that keeps an eye on the property regularly). The tenant is elderly and doesn't appear have much documentation, his kids are moving him out.
I'm inclined to tell her she should just return back a month's rent as the deposit, minus anything that might come up during inspection and be done with it. Any thoughts on whether this would be the right course of action?
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2023.06.10 05:46 brodie7838 Here's what happens in my town if you try 5A with the police

A RE/MAX real-estate agent from a neighboring town is selling a house in my neighborhood. She apparently put some Open House sign at the entrance to our neighborhood but the sign disappeared so she called the town PD to report it stolen. PD decides that since this all went down "next to my property" that I must know something, which I won't lie is actually reasonable, but everything that came after wasn't:
Best part: Not only is the property in question indeed mine, the city itself has laws that would have made the sign 'illegal' no matter what - he didn't care! These pigs go full CIA to 'just talk to me', can't fucking read a GIS map or ask basic probing questions, then go out of their way to escalate a situation that could have been avoided, all while whining about how dangerous their "jobs" are! So message received: Fuck tax-paying homeowners who mind their own business because some random business from another town came here, broke a bunch of laws, then made shit up. Fuck realtors and fuck the police.
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2023.06.10 05:44 Leftylizard9085 I play a game they call "Sleep Points". Every night I hide under my blanket (Part 7)

Part 1 - https://www.reddit.com/nosleep/comments/11ovngn/i_play_a_game_they_call_sleep_points_every_night/
Previous Part - https://www.reddit.com/nosleep/comments/13deva8/i_play_a_game_they_call_sleep_points_every_night/
When I got home from school, even though I knew the clock wasn’t literally going to try to eat me alive like it always seemed to want to on weeknights, I still watched it intensely, dreading every minute that passed. Even though this had all been what I was hoping for over the course of the last week and a half, going through with everything I would need to do to meet up with Anastasia at her house in the middle of the night still seemed way scarier than just dealing with the clock’s nightly threats against my life which, by that point, had become something of a routine for me.
At 11:00 PM, my parents looked like they had gone to sleep. I would wait another hour as Anastasia had advised. I would leave at midnight. And that wouldn’t be a problem since it was a Friday night, and my clock wasn’t going through its usual changes. By that time, the clock hadn’t started glowing or even turning the slightest shade of red.
When midnight did come, the clock was still in the same state as it was at 11. My parents were still asleep. They hadn’t even gotten up for a bathroom break. I turned on the kitchen lights, hoping it wouldn’t wake my parents up. It didn’t. I went to the kitchen table to take the keys to my father's truck. They weren’t there. I had no idea where else to look for them.
I tried looking all around the kitchen and living room. I checked mom and dad's bathroom. Nothing. I didn’t know how I would make my way to Anastasia’s house now. I could just picture her, spending all night at her back door, waiting for me to show up, without me ever coming. Maybe I'd find the keys tomorrow. But that seemed like a fat chance since dad wasn't gonna be driving anywhere tomorrow.
I wouldn't have him to find them for me. It looked like I’d have to wait a whole nother week on any answers now.
I had recently invested in a new watch. I had some allowance money left over from when I was a kid. My school has a little gift shop with small things like school-themed wristwatches, so after my last class of the day, I stopped by and picked up a College High watch so I could check the time without needing to look at the clock in my room or at my phone. I'm bringing this up because at around this point I was watching with increasing anxiety as time was passing by. According to the watch, the time now was 12:30 and I still didn’t have any access to my father’s car.
I was already feeling hopeless enough, just thanks to that fact, but then I remembered that I still didn’t even know how to get to Anastasia’s house.
Since I still didn’t know where the keys were and it didn’t look like I’d find them any time soon, I figured I’d take a break from looking, and go on my phone to look up her address on google maps. I knew I shouldn’t have been using my phone since it was apparently super important not to let it die. I figured it must've been one of those rules like keeping my head under the blanket when the monster showed up, along with the rest of my body. But I would only need my phone for a few minutes. Just enough time to look at google maps and sketch out a rough map of the route from my house to Anastasia’s.
The first thing I noticed when I typed in her address was that, thankfully, her house wasn’t too horrendously far away from mine. It would just be a 4-mile drive. So hopefully this meant that, if push did come to shove, I could still just walk there if I had too. I’d probably be late, but that would be better than not showing up at all. So, I at least had that as a back-up plan if nothing else. But it would still be risky. It would take a lot of time to walk there, and then to walk back. Maybe mom and dad would be up after all was said and done. Maybe they’d hear me coming back inside the house, regardless of how I made it to Anastasia’s. Maybe I’d wake up Anastasia’s parents too.
Since I only had an hour and thirty-five minutes left, I had no time to worry all that much about any of this though. I had to get to work, jotting down the path to Anastasia’s house. I would turn left out of my driveway, stay on that road for about a mile and a half, then turn right and stay on that road for another half-mile, then turn left for another mile, and then left again for a final fourth mile.
Another thing I noticed was that Anastasia lived out in the middle of absolute nowhere. I thought I did too, but Anastasia’s house was on a whole nother level of out there.
Fortunately, that meant I’d be driving pretty much exclusively on backroads, so it would literally be impossible to take a wrong turn after I made my first turn out of the driveway and the next right turn after that after about a mile and a half. It also meant that I would be pretty much guaranteed not to run into any other drivers, especially at that time of night. But I guess her remote address explained why she didn’t have the internet connection she would need to do a video call.
Since it was a quarter to 1 by that point, after I found out how to drive to her house, I put on all the layers I could find, took the flashlight that my mom had given me for the walk I had went on during the week prior, and started trying to walk over there, without my parents’ car, despite her recommendations. Even though it was four miles by car, I wouldn't have to worry about staying on the road if I just walked there. If I walked in a straight line, I could get there in just over 2 and half miles or so. I had decided to leave, not out of the front door, but out of the door in the hallway that led to the garage. That door made less noise than the front door.
Unfortunately, I started to get the sense that I hadn’t thought this plan through when I realized I would still have to open the garage door in order to make my way into the outside world. Which, yeah, made considerably more noise than the front door. But then I realized it didn’t matter, since I was gonna have to open the garage door anyway if I wanted to get the car out of the garage and onto the road. So, I had still made the right decision. Except no I hadn’t, because I had just remembered that I still didn’t have the car keys, and so I was supposed to be ditching the whole car idea anyway and had just randomly forgotten about all of that.
I know that all probably sounded pretty messy and wasn't very easy to follow, but maybe someone else reading with ADHD can relate. But anyway, confusing thought processes aside, I walked out the front door and started making my way to Anastasia’s on foot. It really was freezing though. I really did wonder if I could actually make it all the way to her house.
Before I even made it to the end of the driveway, I began to change my mind and decided driving really would be a more reasonable alternative. Obviously, the backroads wouldn’t even be close to snow plowed. But the snow only looked to be about maybe 6 or 7 inches deep, which was still driveable enough with the snow-proof tires that my dad had on his truck. This level of snow isn't all that uncommon around here, so those tires are pretty much a must-have for anybody living in deathly cold climates like us.
So, I could still drive despite the snow, albeit only very slowly what with how much the snow would slow me down. But I was supposed to be driving slowly anyway because I was only 14 and didn’t have a license. But I still couldn’t drive without those keys. Then I remembered I still had my bike in the garage. It was supposedly “all terrain”, so hopefully that meant it could handle the snow. I went into the garage, got my bike out, and tried riding it. Unfortunately, the tires on that bike weren’t even close to capable of handling the snow. I tried pedaling as hard as I could but hardly got anywhere before falling over. I had a feeling this would probably happen. It seemed like a dumb idea but, since I didn’t want to steal my dad’s truck and I couldn’t even seem to find his keys anyway, I figured it was at least worth a shot.
I was just about to say “fuck it” and try meeting Anastasia again on some other night when, just as I had put my bike down in the garage, I had seen that my dad had left behind his keys in the key slot of his car door. Apparently, the reason that they weren’t where they usually were was because my father had locked the truck and just forgot to take his keys with him. I turned the key sticking out of the driver’s side door and it opened. So I really could get inside of his truck after all.
I put the key into the ignition and then put it in reverse. The truck made quite a bit of noise when its ignition started, so I had just hoped that I hadn’t woken up my parents with that. Luckily, my garage is on the other side of the house from where my parents sleep, so the sound did at least have a long way to travel. Once I started backing the truck out of the garage and into the driveway, I ran into another problem. Since the roads weren’t plowed, they were just as snowy as anywhere else. So even with the rearview mirror, I had no idea where my driveway stopped and the road started. I figured I would just keep backing up until I felt like I’d gone far enough.
Far enough came sooner than expected though. Eventually, the car had very clearly backed into the grass, meaning I had backed up too far. Fortunately, I saw that I hadn’t veered too much out of the straight line I was trying to go in, because driving in reverse meant I could see the truck’s tracks right in front of me with the help of the headlights. The car fell onto the grass from back to front. So that meant that the road was now directly in front of me. Since I needed to take a left from my house if I was facing away from it, and I was now facing the opposite direction given that I was looking right at it, that meant that I now had to make a right turn in order to still be going in the right direction.
I took a moment to make sure my logic was right and, once I felt confident, I turned the truck right and then tried to feel for where the road was based on how well the truck was able to move. Eventually I was able to drive relatively smoothly, so I took that to mean that I was back on the road. I tried to angle myself properly so that I wouldn’t wind up veering off the road again. Now and then I would wind up driving myself off the road. But since I was only going like 5 miles an hour, I was able to catch myself before the car wound up falling into any ditches or something.
Since the road was entirely empty, I eventually made the decision to just drive in the middle of the road. Or at least, wherever I thought the middle of the road was. That way, I’d limit the likelihood of driving myself off the right edge.
After about 20 or 30 minutes of driving painfully slowly, I finally saw the sign for my first turn. Since all the turns I was making were fairly sharp ones, they were basically all 90 degrees, there were road signs that I could use to gauge when I should turn without needing to see the road itself. So I still knew when to do it, even though I couldn’t see the road under all the snow and I couldn't use GPS since my phone had to stay on the charger at all costs.
But the snow still made those sharp turns very difficult to make. So I had to start all my turns pretty far ahead of where they actually would’ve been in the road. Naturally, I wound up driving off the road when making literally all of them. But I was always able to work out where the road was supposed to be soon enough. I guess since people are more likely to veer off the road when making turns as opposed to when they’re driving straight, there didn’t seem to be any ditches around all those sharp turns, thankfully enough.
After I made that first turn, I checked my watch. It was now a quarter after 1. I still had 50 minutes to go. I wasn’t making great time, but I had still made it about a third of the way in only about 25 minutes. If I kept up the pace, I’d be there after just under an hour of driving. Which would put me there a little bit after 2 AM. So, pretty much exactly at 2:05, the time we agreed on.
I kept on driving incredibly slowly for what felt like forever. Finally I had made my last turn, and after a bit, I could see lights from the houses off the side of the road in the distance. I figured that this must be the neighborhood Anastasia lived in. If you could even call it a neighborhood. The houses were so hugely spaced out that it hardly even made sense to say you had neighbors. But then, she really did live out in the middle of nowhere.
Every time I passed by a house, I got out of the car and looked for an address with my flashlight. This slowed me down, but it still ensured that I would be headed for the right house. I kept the slip of paper with her address on it since I knew that, without that sheet, I’d absolutely forget which address was hers. I was actually pretty pleased with myself for having thought ahead like that. I usually didn’t. I guess I still usually don’t, if I’m being honest.
I was worried that this whole procedure of getting out of the car to scope out for an address every time I passed a new house would make me late. But fortunately, Anastasia’s house was the third house I came across on that street. So thankfully, I didn’t wind up having to check that many houses and it only cost me maybe another 5 minutes. When I checked my watch, I found I had actually arrived sooner than I had thought. Even with checking every house I had come across up to that point for the address, it was only 1:50.
I had made it with 15 minutes to spare. That meant I had made that last two thirds of my trip in about the same amount of time that I had spent on my first, meaning I had wound up going twice as fast. I suppose as I had gotten comfortable with driving, I sped up the car a little without even realizing it. Doubling your speed sounds like it should be a huge difference, but when you’re only going from 5 miles per hour to 10, I guess it must be pretty hard to notice.
Since I had so much time left and the weather outside was still hellishly cold, I stayed in the truck with the heater blaring. After a couple of minutes, I noticed an ominous red light glowing out of the side of the house. That seemed off to me since surely that couldn’t have anything to do with Anastasia’s clock. It wasn’t a weeknight and even if it was, it was still well past midnight. I remembered what she had told me about how I was still on Stage One. Maybe the fact that she was on a much later stage had something to do with what I was seeing. The fact that I was still on Stage One did, after all, seem like it had something to do with the fact that I was only threatened by the clock on weeknights.
My curiosity had gotten the better of me, and so I braved the cold and snow to go check out what was happening. There was a window on the side of the house. The curtains were left open so with the red light blaring from it, I could see inside fairly easily. Especially since the house was only one story, so it wasn’t like the window was too high up off the ground for me to see through, either.
My fears had been confirmed. Upon looking into the room, I could see exactly where the red light was emanating from: the clock on the nightstand. The face inside was as clear as ever. Every feature slowly growing, approaching the glass in front of the clock’s face. But it wasn’t looking at me. It was very clearly directing its vile and hateful gaze at the person under the covers.
The person had her head covered underneath the blanket, so I couldn’t directly tell who it was. But I figured it had to be Anastasia. For one, there was no way in hell anybody else in her family was playing Sleep Points too. I mean, what are the odds of that? And for another, the room pretty clearly looked like it belonged to a teenage girl about Anastasia’s age. Everything looked like it was pink and had all kinds of frills to it. I even noticed some boyband poster on the other end of the room. If this wasn’t the most stereotypical teenage girl’s room, I had no fucking clue what was.
Finally, 2 o’clock had come. I could see why she had told me 2:05. I had never seen the monster from the clock break out. I had always had my head under the covers whenever it happened. But since this was Anastasia’s clock and not mine and since the face in the clock was staring her down and not me, and since I had entire wall separating me from the thing, I guess I somehow managed to muster up the courage to watch the monster in action.
Suddenly, the hands and numbers of the clock’s face began to almost melt into the monster’s face. It had broken out of the sheet of glass holding it back. But that seemed to be the only thing that was broken. The rest of the actual clock remained pretty intact as the unspeakable thing from within started to slither out of the clock and onto the floor. Since the hands and numbers were still on its face, it kinda looked like they had been imprinted on it like some kind of tattoo artwork. It very quickly expanded in size and let out this unholy screech that I could hear very loudly even from behind the window. But Anastasia was still sleeping very peacefully. Totally motionless like nothing at all was going on.
It prowled around her bed, looking for the slightest sign of motion. It looked almost skeptically at her. As if it could tell whether she was really sleeping or not. And God only knows what would’ve happened to her if she wasn’t. Eventually the monster seemed satisfied with what he saw and shrunk himself down to his original size. He slid back into the clock and as he did so, there was one last glow of red light. The glass had been restored. It was now 2:01.
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2023.06.10 05:43 Ebeggarslayer STOP GIFTING TIKTOK BATTLERS!!!

If you send gifts on Tik Tok, this is for you.
Think to yourself, how much money do you make per year?
What do you have to do in order to make that money?
Do you have really nice things like expensive cars, big house, tons in savings while traveling the world on vacation?
If not, why are you sending gifts to 20 YEAR OLDS MAKING THEM RICH???For those of you who don’t know, every 100,000 coins a creator gets, they profit $500 while TikTok takes the other $500(50/50 split). If you take a look at the rankings each night, it’s typically the same 100 people every night with the lowest being 200,000 coins and the highest usually around 3 MILLION coins! That means these lower end creators are making $1,000 PER DAY which is $350,000/year while the big time creators are making $5,000- $15,000 PER DAY which is $2,000,000 - $6,000,000 A YEAR!!! You think I’m joking? The numbers are right there in the rankings. DO THE MATH!! These guys can go LIVE a few hours a day a few days a week(which is fun for them) and make 6-7 FIGURES ANNUALLY.
Meanwhile you’re busting your ass at your 9-5 job just trying to get by making these people filthy friggin rich. And the worst part is, these creators don’t do shit!! These creators make you feel like your important and gas your head up and make you feel like you’re apart of this great team. They don’t give a shit about you. If you stop gifting them, you’ll never hear from them again and if you do it’s to find out why you’re not gifting them anymore.
You work too damn hard to give your money away for other people to live the way YOU should be living. STOP GIFTING THESE PEOPLE because if you look at your total coins spent and do the math on how much money it equates to, it’s going to make you SICK to your stomach when you realize you’ve gifted out THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS to these random people. Just think about what you could have done with that money!?!! I’m sure you could think of a bunch of things….Instead you gave it to a creator and it just covered their trip to Bora Bora. I know it’s addicting as hell but I hope this helps you understand how stupid it really is. I was one of those gifters until I understood all of this. If you’re gonna gift someone, give it to the creator that actually has real content and puts a ton of effort into it. Stop giving it to the people who just battle all F*cking day which is no different than a lazy person without a job getting on tik tok everyday begging for donations. I bet you wouldn’t gift that person. You would make fun of them and tell them to stop begging and to get a job. Well, WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE!?!? NO MORE GIFTING!!
Spoil yourself with your hard working money. Not random people who don’t give a damn about you. Or, give it to someone who actually truly needs it like a homeless veteran, or a kid who’s never been to a ball game, or someone behind on bills. Not some tik toker who’s already rich as hell. At least if you go to the casino you have a chance to win, when you gift money to these TikTok battlers, you win NOTHING and they win EVERYTHING!
I hope if you’ve read all of this, it’s opened your eyes. For those of you that still choose to gift, it’s your money so do as you please but if you have half a brain, you’ll stop making other people rich when there’s others who could use it including yourself!
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