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Just bought a Nintendo switch from a friend. First console I’ve ever owned, and loving it. Have a 2.5 year old who is currently blissfully unaware of its existence (I only play after bedtime).
I’m on the fence about when and how to introduce it to him. Main concern is that it might be a little too fun, and the fits it might induce when it’s time to shut it off. He’s in that stage where any transition of activities is rough. For example, he whines when it’s time to end play and get in the bath, and then he has fun in the bath and throws a fit when it’s time to end bath, etc.
Has anybody introduced games to young kids, what age did you do it, and was it fun or did you wish you had waited a bit?
On the other hand…if I do decide to do it, what are some good age appropriate games for him to play along with, that wouldn’t be too hard? I was thinking maybe some of those games where he could be like a sidekick that bounces around and doesn’t hamper game play.

Hi I'll list 4.6 server problem and how it could be heaven for us aion lovers
-You focused too much on endgame.
Exp event,amulet,weekend exp,BT rush making all experience leveling in ruined. Leveling is fun too if you would like to. First remove free OP starter gears and let people farm on coins gears. Remove all pink quests too. You can trade old coins into new coins at rate 2:1
For example
iron -> bronze
bronze -> silver
silver -> gold
gold -> platinum
platinum -> mithiril
mithiril -> kahrun symbol
kahrun symbol -> ancient coin
This will make people farm together kahrun ally quests and raksang will never die because you can upgrade to ancient coins. Mithiril will not be useless because it can be upgrade to kahrun symbol.
-Events should be about upgrade for everyone not just make those who rich more richer.
Stop giving away tempering solutions in pvp events only those who geared can get more tempering. Make events like giving basic stuff for everyone like enchantment stones and manastones it doesn't have to be the best just basic make everybody geared like magic boost +25, crit + 15, attack +5 ,etc and enchantment stones like L100 for upgrading kahrun gears. Also sell magic boost +28 , crit +19 ,etc for ancient coins like 20 each also sell L105 stones for 40 each and 100 coins for a tempering solution. Also increase droprate for tempering solution in instances.
-Abyss gears should be access by everyone not just EB spammers
Make blood marks exchangeable with cera medals at rate 20 blood marks per one cera ofc spamming EB will be faster but this just give a way for people who didn't have access to EB for abyss gears.
-Exchange forturneer token for random shop cosmetic outfit/mount.
Also extend the quest to lv 65 just for something skin lover will do.
-Reset Infinity Shard daily also making IDE dropping from all mobs in katalam and danaria.
It will cause less stressing in IS failing will be more acceptable and people will accept newbies into IS.
-Lower rank of 2 star officer set to rank 1.
So people won't worry about their rank and can keep farming multiple abyss set for multiple chars.
With those changes I don't think it's a game breaking or anything it will make server healthy.
Well comment if you agree or disagree I would like to hear it :)

Hello /Korean Flying in to ICN riding to Busan on bicycle, staying a few weeks here or there to eat and sleep off jetlag. Displaying my KakaoTalk, Whatsapp, and Instagram QR code for people to add and message me. Additionally, I have Papago for translations and Naver for maps.
Does this sentence make sense or is there a better way of wording it, it will be displayed on a sign: Could you please watch my Bicycle for 5 minutes? 5분 동안 제 자전거를 지켜봐 주시겠어요?
Additional questions: Planning on staying near Incheon until Jetlag passes, is there any suggestions to help me get used to the area? Will I have trouble bringing my bicycle inside at night for safety? What do I shout to say I am passing someone if my bell hand is busy?
Any suggestions you may have I will gladly look into and learn!

So, I know I'm not the only one who has faced this situation - an extroverted Indian barber (Nai) who just won't stop talking while you're trying to get your hair cut.
I mean, seriously, why do they feel the need to strike up a conversation about everything under the sun? Can't they just focus on the task at hand and let us enjoy some peace and quiet? It's like they have a quota of words they need to fulfill before they can let you leave.
And don't even get me started on the awkward silences when you don't feel like talking. Suddenly, you're forced to make small talk about the weather or cricket scores just to avoid the uncomfortable silence.
I get it, they're trying to be friendly and build a rapport with their customers, but sometimes we just want to sit in silence and let them do their job. Plus, it's not like we're going to see them every day, so why do we need to know about their entire life story in the span of a 20-minute haircut?
So, if you're like me and hate dealing with chatty barbers, just remember to bring your headphones next time or give them a friendly reminder that you're not in the mood for a conversation. Because at the end of the day, we're all just trying to look good without having to endure an unwanted conversation.

We had been together for 3 years (no kids) at this time last year when we decided to take the next step. Due to some customary requirements (out of our hands), we couldn't conduct a ceremony at that time so we informed our parents that we'll now be living together as husband and wife and we would conduct a ceremony once given the all clear. They gave us their blessings to proceed (for those unfamiliar with such, this is not an uncommon thing in my country, so absolutely no issue with it from either side).
After two months or so, we started having little arguments. I felt that she was too pushy with what she wanted and didn't want to factor my opinion. It's fair to say she felt the same. At that time, we had a busy period at work (3 hours away from her place, and I got a place near the workplace for convenience) and I would be at work most of the time, working overtime most days. We would only get two days or so a month together, and she wasn't happy and wanted me to quit. I knew I wouldn't last long at the job so I started applying for jobs. I did not agree with her idea to quit without securing another job, and we argued for months. She complained she wasn't getting the attention she deserved every single day. She stopped visiting on weekends because "I was always working". I made sure I visited her every 2 weeks anyways, she never once visited for the last six months of last year. Anyways she was relentless in arguing about the job every day, after an exhausting day at work for me. When I visited her but arrived late, there would be an argument and I'd regret visiting. At one time she said if I didn't quit she would leave the marriage. Most days we'd argue about it and go to bed angry, sometimes I would get so frustrated I'd hang up on her, at which point she'd call relentlessly and when I picked she'd become so quarrelsome I'd agree with everything she said just for the convo to end. Anyways I quit at the end of the year because I couldn't bear arguing any longer.
Off we went for vacation and it was hell. We'd argue every day on nothings. She never agreed with anything I said or wanted, and it soon became a power struggle on everything. I'd give up and let her have her way most of the time, mostly because she'd turn to crying, saying that I didn't listen to her. It wasn't fun. Once we got back from vacation, things didn't get better. I was jobless for a month before getting into academic writing, which I survive by till today. We live together but we still argue over little things like a misplaced item, something I forgot to do etc. She gets real angry from the slightest of mistakes. From Jan to Feb, she became quarrelsome and would lecture me over such things. Even when I demanded she needed to stop the quarrels she wouldn't, insisting I needed to be told that way to change. She has threatened to leave me many times when we argue. She's also slept on the sofa a few times. One day I felt I had had enough and needed a break. So I told her I would be at my friend's place for a week to clear my head. She threatened suicide if I did so. I was perturbed, and decided to see a person close to her. She spoke to her, and the three of us had a sit-down later and we promised to work to be better.
The following week, things calmed down but we started arguing again after that. We had a really bad fight and I left, with the intention of only returning to call it quits. I did not want to break up with her while I was as angry as I was at that time. I was to return on the Saturday, exactly a week after, and I informed her of the same. We did not talk much during the week, as I felt like I had moved on already, and didn't feel a connection with her at all. On the Saturday, I informed her of how I felt, how I felt so detached from her, how I didn't see us ever being happy together and I just wanted us to move on. She insisted that she believed we would work out and started praising me for how great I have been (something she never did before), she said she has seen the light and now will be as submissive as a woman can be. I said no. She begged me for hours for another chance and insisted I was the love of her life and we would work out and she was not going to let 4 years of commitment go to waste and finally I said ok let's give it another shot then. That was 2 weeks ago. She's being counselled by two mother figures since that day. However, I still feel the same as I felt when I wanted to break up with her. She has changed and is now very soft-spoken most days, only arguing like twice a week. However, I feel that change has come too late and I've already fallen out of love with her. I've become numb to her feelings. As a result I am not affectionate with her and I can see that it's breaking her. We've argued about it the last two days. I don't know if I'll ever make her happy and I don't want to waste more of her time. She is optimistic that can happen. I have spoken to two of my friends and one suggests we should live apart together (LAT) for a month or two and see if things improve. Another friend thinks we have no future together. I am convinced we'll never be happy together since too much damage has been made already and I don't think we can reverse it. Separation wouldn't take much, we don't own anything together yet and no kids. Reddit community, is there something I'm not seeing clearly? I'd appreciate your thoughts, as well as criticism.
Tl; Dr We've argued too much with my wife of one year and too much damage has been done I don't see us ever being happy together. Although she's been different for two weeks or so, I feel that change came too late.

Pls bare in mind English isn't my first language , and i don't live in the US. Also to protect my identity, i will be giving false names i don't want my family and neighbourhood seeing this!
Hi guys! So i (56M) (6'7, millionare, grown up, owns 7 businesses) I'll call myself Brad pitt. , was in my 7 bedroom mansion (Located in 710 E Commercial St, Los Angeles, CA 90012, United States) with my GF, (20F) (5'5, Perky A cups, Big round booty) we'll call her Ericka Ratjoskia. we were celebrating our 8th year anniversary, and while we were having sexual contact involving the insertion of my erect 9inch cock. I randomly hear a scream. At first i thought it was our dog Baxter (4M) who occasionally likes to lick our feet while we're doing the dirty. But it wasn't. It was a dirty little snotty cumpet disgusting child who we'll Jackson Micheal (6M), now at first i tried to ignore his cries for help, as i believe all children are disgusting and should die. But the loud noise was really putting me off giving my GF, Ella Rawking a good plowing. So i get up and see what's happening, now his mother (76F) (Obese, bad skin, smells bad, single, pregnant, has a disability, and is transgender) who we will call Diana Ross, was saying that her cumpet was choking on a grape (serves him right, abusing his child privileges and thinking he has a right to eat.) I sighed, and decided to use my Military avengers Marines FBI MI6 Justice league background to use and perform cpr on him, so i can get back to plowing my GF Elisa Redworka. Suddenly, as i'm saving the little bastards life, i noticed a chain with a mini jesus fell out of his pocket. I, as a strong believing atheist and occasional redditor, have 0 respect for losers who believe in skydaddy. I believe christianity is an oppressive cult that has 0 respect for womens, religion is a scaretact used to kill and strip people out of their basic rights and freedom. So while i'm debating what to do next, my GF Emily Ratajkowski tells me to hurry up. I yell at her to "shut up silly bitch", Now i'd call myself a rather accepting person. I do not discriminate. I accept all nationalities. (Unless your a Jew, Russian, Korean,Indian, Pakistani, Chinese, Polish, Nigerian, Mexican, Lebanese, Muslim, Canadian, Catholic, Irish, Vietnamese, Jamaican, German Mongolian,Cat,rabbit)
So long story, i end up choking the kid to death as i simply do not want skydaddy worshippers on this block.
Now his mother, my family, his family, my dead relatives, his dead soul, my neighbours, my neighbours cat, are all blowing up my phone.
AITA?
INFO: we're all on the Keto diet if that matters.

Praises again to u/TheManwithaNoPlan for helping edit!
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Memory transcript: Tarlim, Venlil civilian. Date: [Standardized human time] September 2nd, 2136
I awoke in darkness. Strange. Why haven’t my blinds opened yet? I shook my head and gave a yawn as my mind caught up with itself. I could barely see my finger in front of my eyes. I reach my foot out to turn off the fan proactively, but my paw only manages to swat the air. What? Wait… My mind, jarred by the odd circumstances, finally relayed my current whereabouts to me. I’m not in my room or on a train. I’m in Jacob’s room! Those blackout curtains work great! Though, they don’t have the option to automatically open.
“Hmgh,” I hear a mumble down by my tail, “muh huh?” A feminine mumble!
My memory rushes back in full. I helped Sharnet calm down yesterday. Jacob and I talked for about a quarter of a claw, or an “hour” in his time. By the end, I had found myself yawning. The train had basically come in during the end of Sharnet and I’s wake cycle, and our bodies were telling us it was time to sleep. I had wanted to stay awake and talk, but he noticed and basically demanded I get some sleep. “We will have plenty of time to visit on the ride over and at Dawn Creek,” he had justified. Then he offered both me and Sharnet his bed.
I tried to object, but he wouldn’t hear of it. Said there were plenty of places he could “crash for the night” as he closed the curtains. Kept saying it was the least he could do. I wish I would have argued more, but as soon as he showed me the light switch, the darkness of the room made me dead on my feet. Those instincts hit HARD. He then just wished me a good night and stepped out of the room.
I had to hurry to remove my braces before I completely passed out. If I remember correctly… I don’t. Oh well. “Sharnet?”
I felt her jolt against my legs. She had basically claimed my tail as a pillow when we crawled into the bed last night. I bet she’s momentarily forgotten our position as well. “Wha! Who, where…?” I heard the flap of her ears as she shook her head. “Right. Hey Tarlim.”
“Hey,” I responded. “Could you get the lights or curtains? I can’t find my braces.”
A grunt of agreement sounded, I felt weight disappear from my tail, and then I heard the sound of claws on wooden flooring. With a rustle, the curtains opened and light flooded into the room. I had to squint to let my eyes adjust, but soon I was finally able to see where I left my braces.
There they were, lain haphazardly in the middle of the room. Must have accidentally tossed them farther than I meant. Just… barely out of reach. Sharnet saw me reaching and stepped towards them? What is- she picked them up and handed them to me! I… I hadn’t even thought to ask!
“Th-thank you,” I stammered before moving to place them on my legs. Sharnet watched silently as they self-tightened against my legs. Once they were done, I stood up from the bed, not a bit of pain in my joints.
“So…” Sharnet said with a yawn, “what now?”
“Now,” I responded, striding to the corner that we had left our packs, “is first-claw grooming.” Opening my pack, I pulled out my trusty brush.
“Oh!” Sharnet exclaimed, before she began to fidget. “I, um… I don’t have one. I just used the brushes they provided on the train.”
“That’s-nngh-okay,” I responded, removing a particularly stubborn tangle in my head fur, “I can help you groom.”
“Really?” She raised her ears in surprise. “You… you would groom me?”
“Of course!” I responded, removing some lint from my chest. “Miss Paly taught me how to do a ‘Quick and Proper’ grooming, as she calls it. Get out the lint and tangles, three times over before moving, long smooth movements, and there we go!” I posed myself to show I had made my torso fur properly flow.
“Wow.” Sharnet looked at me impressed. “Are you… and are you okay with grooming me?”
“Why, yes!” I swung my tail over to more easily brush its tip poff. “It would be rude not to. Isn’t that like what your parents taught you?”
Sharnet said nothing for a while as I continued to brush my tail. “They taught me, but I never really had anyone to go through with it,” she finally said. “I had always been moving after I moved out. Always after information for an article. I… I only ever used salons or combed myself.”
“Well then, I suppose this will be new for the both of us.” I waved my tail, feeling the swish of my smooth fur. “Even when Madam Pala was teaching me, she still cared for her own fur.” I sat down so I was more on her level. “So please forgive me if I’m a bit awkward. I will try my best.”
I held out my brush as Sharnet stared at me. She gripped the fur against her legs. Anxious. Did I misread the situation? Am I overstepping? Sharnet soon shook her head with a huff and stepped forward, turning her back to face me. “Could you… start with the back?”
I felt my tail wag. “Certainly.”
I set the brush against her neck and drug it down til I reached her tail. I could see her muscles tense beneath her fur, but by my second pass she had begun to relax. By the time I had reached her snow-touched shoulders, I heard a purr. She even started turning so I could brush the rest of her. This… this was good. Like I was part of a herd. A small herd, but a herd nonetheless.
As I was getting the final tangle out of her tail, I heard the sound of someone tapping against wood. I flicked my ears to listen. What was that? The tapping came again, but this time I noticed it came from the door. Curiosity got to me, and since I was done with her back, I handed Sharnet my brush. “I think I’m done, but you can detail to your preference.”
“Oh!” She took my brush in her hand, seemingly disappointed that our grooming session was done. She gave a light bow. “Thank you for that.”
I signaled her “your welcome” with my tail and strode over to the door. The tapping began a third time as I reached down and swung it open. A blue spaceman stood with his arm stretched out, explaining the source of the sound.
“Ah, Howdy!” Jacob’s speaker sounded, “ Ah know y’all don’t need as much sleep as us, so ah hope ah didn’t keep y’all waiting!”
I flicked my ears in greeting. “no, actually, we only recently woke up. How long were we asleep?”
“Way-all,” he drawled, placing his glove against the chin of his helmet, “ah only just got myself so… about seven hours… a claw and three quarters?”
My ears flew up in surprise, and I heard Sharnet give a stutter of confusion. We slept that much?
“I guess y’all slept in,” Jacob commented, “well ah was just wanting to let y’all know that breakfas-ah, “first-meal” is being served in the cafeteria! Most people have already headed down. Some human recipes, but everything is Venlil-safe! And ah do mean everything! Y’all want to come?”
I wagged my tail delightedly. “Absolutely! One sec first.” I left the door open as I strode over to my pack and pulled out my pill bottles. Heart strengthener, hormone blocker, painkillers! Just toss in the mouth and swallow.
“Tarlim,” Sharnet whispered to me, “are you sure about that? I mean, I’m able to handle just being around a human, but…” She looked back towards the door and pulled my head down to her level, which I allowed. She spoke in barely a whisper. “This would be them eating! What if they can’t resist…you know?”
I thought about her words. This would be a dangerous situation according to what most believe. But those “most” were following the words of people that allowed the correctional facility to exist. They were wrong about me, so I had complete confidence they were wrong about the humans, too.
“Remember Kaeden?” I whispered, “I don’t know if you noticed, but when he came out of the room, he had his mouth uncovered. You saw, right?”
She was shaking, but she affirmed with a flick of her ears.
I returned the gesture. “And his companions showed no signs of fear. Even from someone who considered themselves a monster.”
Sharnet lowered her ears in slight shame, so I allowed my tail to rest against her back. I thought back to my first meeting with Jacob, and I suddenly realized something. A bit strange, but it just might work! I patted Sharnet’s back with my tail, prompting her to look up at me. “Here, let me show you something.”
I opened my mouth slack-jawed, letting it hang open in front of Sharnet. As expected, she looked at me confusedly. “Why are you opening your mouth at me?”
I attempted to speak mostly without the use of my teeth, which was harder than I had anticipated, so I just closed my mouth and pointed to my teeth. “My teeth are bigger than his! What can he do that I can’t?”
I watched her face. For a moment, I was afraid it wouldn’t work, or even backfire as she looked even more confused. After a moment, though, it seemed to click in her head. Her ears rose again in realization. “You…You’re right.” She sounded almost in awe at the revelation. “Kaeden’s teeth were pretty small, yeah! I doubt they could even break skin!”
I brushed my tail against her back in confidence, “And you heard his companions. They both fought him and held their own! You should be able to…” I trailed off as her expression fell again. Right, loaded topic. Dumb brain. I shook my head and restarted from the top.
“If anything happens,” I said, “I promise I will stop them. You have my word, Sharnet. You’re safe here with me around.”
I looked at her, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw a hint of orange appear in her ears. “Th-thank you. I… I think I can go.”
I wagged my tail at her enthusiastically. “I knew you would.” I stood up from the bed. “I think that we’ve kept Jacob waiting long enough.”
With a wave of her tail, Sharnet moved to grab her belt pack and holopad. Once it was secure, we ducked out of the room. Jacob clapped his hands together. “Right then! Ah’ll lead y’all to the cafe!”
Apparently, it was on the bottom floor. I was about to enter the stairwell, but Jacob put a damper in those plans as he guided me to the elevator. I was surprised to find that I could technically fit inside with only a crouch instead of the borderline acrobatics I usually have to do.
The cafeteria was to the side of the lobby. Jacob led us through the door and I stood to get a look. It was rather sizable. Humans and Venlil were sitting at tables together, there was a small line at a food counter and… and…
What in the name of the Tenants is that sun-blessed smell?
I took a scenting breath, and there it was again. Salty, earthy, some cut grass, and a slight burn that seemed only to enhance the whole profile. Jacob was saying something, but I didn’t hear him as I strode forward, following the wonderful smell. It came from the counter. The people in the line parted as I strode forward. Where was it coming from? This? This? No…
THIS…
Before me was a platter consisting of 6 large green leaves holding a mixture of brown cubes and small pieces of white grains inside them. The server was a human wearing a white apron pelt, and they looked up at me as I practically drooled over the food. “Uh… can I help you?”
“What,” I pointed to the food, “are those things?”
The server looked between me and the unknown meal, thinking on what to say. “It’s… i-it’s tofu and rice on a lettuce leaf. Do you… want one?”
I wagged my tail before remembering who I was speaking to. “Yes. Very much, please. As soon as possible.”
One of the others in the line passed over a plate, and the server slid one of the leaves onto it. He added a spoon and handed it to me apprehensively. “Is there, uh, anything else I can get you…sir?”
I didn’t answer as I grabbed the plate. I scooped up a spoonful of the sticky grains and one of the cubes and, after only a moment of hesitation, slid it into my mouth.
Salty. Savory. Toothsome. Firm enough against my teeth, but not so firm as to crunch. Something in this sung sweet songs to my tongue. Satisfying a craving I barely knew I had. Something beyond my craving for Stringfruit. Like part of me declared that I had never even eaten before now. I placed the plate onto the platter.
“Sir,” the server spoke, “if it’s not too your liking you-”
He cut himself off as I picked up the platter. I needed it. This was mine now. I felt everyone starting at me, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. There was an empty four-seat table nearby that had the chairs detached, so I pulled one out with my food and sat down to feast.
“Okay,” I heard Jacob speak before I could properly dig in, “so you were definitely hungry.”
I looked at him and Sharnet. His eyes were hidden, but Sharnet’s expression held enough surprise for the both of them. Sharnet. She must know this ecstasy. I slid the one I had already started off the plate and replaced it with a fresh leaf and held it out to her. “Eat,” I practically demanded. She was taken aback by the forcefulness of it, but gingerly took the delicacy from my hand. With a satisfied huff, I picked up a full leaf from the platter and began to imitate a vacuum.
Oh, Glory! What wonders the humans could make! If I were to be served such a meal every day, I would kiss them on the mouth, predator or not! I had just finished my third leaf when the world once more came into focus around me. Jacob had gotten some kind of whiteish slurry and sat across from me with his helmet removed, a visor mask obscuring his eyes. Sharnet was next to me mostly staring at me in awe, having only eaten about half of her own portion.
But what caught my attention the most was the crowd around our table. A herd of no less than thirty humans and Venlil combined stared at me from around our table. The voice in the back of my mind told me I should be scared or nervous, but it was promptly silenced by another bite of tofu.
“Excuse me,” I heard a human step forward. He was male, his skin as dark as Noah’s appeared in the images. “Are you some kind of… Venbig?”
I swallowed my mouthful. “I’m sensing a pattern with that joke. But I assure you all that I am pure Venlil.”
The Venlil in the crowd seemed to relax at that assurance. Even though they were obviously comfortable being near humans, my presence still seemed to make them nervous. Wait, did THEY think I wasn’t a Venlil?
Distracting me from the sobering thought, a human with multiple pigments on his face stepped forward. “How are you so big? I mean, you’re huge!”
“It’s a condition,” I explained as I took another bite of tofu. “Marklen-Jauntes Syndrome. It’s very rare, but basically I never stopped growing.”
“Ah’m curious,” Jacob spoke, swallowing some of his white paste. “Bout how rare? It’s got a name an’ everything, so there’s musta been more like you.”
I wagged my tail. “From what I remember, recorded history shows about 301 individuals. That’s including myself.”
“What about now?” The dark skinned human asked. “Are there any others like you alive?”
“Yes, actually.” I moved to grab my pad, but I felt nothing on my shoulder. I remembered I had left it upstairs in my pack. “Well, I was going to show you, but I guess you’ll have to look it up. There is this white and tan woman somewhere on the leeward side of the planet towards the night. I haven’t met her, but if I remember correctly, I think she’d come up to my chin.” I tapped my snout. “I think her name was…”
“Lylina” I heard Sharnet say next to me, looking at her holonote. “That’s her name, Lylina. Says here that she lives near a small fruit town.”
“That’s her,” I swayed my tail towards Sharnet. “I got a no-reply message from her a year or so back with a well-wish inside. She’s the only other one with my condition that I personally know of.”
“And she only comes up to your chin?” A light-skinned man spoke. “You must be the tallest Venlil to ever exist!”
“Third, actually.” I finished another leaf’s worth of rice and tofu. “The tallest lived about 50 years ago. I’m about… four centimeters shorter than him.”
“The largest alive still ain’t no small feat, Tarlim!” Jacob praised.
“Yeah,” a man with blood-colored hair agreed, walking forward with a human data pad in their hands, “you must be famous! Can I get a picture?”
Famous. The translator gave it a positive meaning. I saw several other humans pulling out their small data pads and beginning to ask if they could get a photo as well. Even… even a couple Venlil did the same! They… wanted to be around me! They wanted me to be in a herd!
I wagged my tail and stood while I flicked my ears in a gesture of acceptance. The Venlil in the crowd caught on and started forwards, followed closely behind by their human partners. I was soon inundated with camera flashes and the sounds of lively conversation around me. These people didn’t cower away in fear or keep their distance. They were pressed against my fur, taking pictures with me and their human partners. Talking to me and answering in return! One kind Venlil even complimented me on my fur! It felt completely unreal, a dream made real! If I am dreaming now, I don’t ever want to wake up!
It took time, but all too soon I was posing for the last group. The humans had discovered that I could lift them onto my shoulders, so two asked me to do so at the same time. It wasn’t hard, and the crowd cheered my strength. After their pictures were done, I looked around to find my companions. I saw Jacob talking to a few humans. My ears caught him saying that his suit was a great idea and easier to wear than those masks. A couple touched their own visors as he showed off his helmet. So glad he’s having fun.
After a short glance through the crowd, I spied Sharnet talking to a pair of gray Venlil with her holonote held out. Her body language screamed nervousness. What were they talking about? Once I said my last good biddings, I shuffled closer to them so as not to disturb them. As much as I can, anyways.
“Yeah,” a gray male commented, “I can honestly say that this program has been an overall success. Empathy tests passing, the humans happily eat plants, anyone who denies those facts would have to be as bad as that captain who tortured Marcel and Slanek!”
Torture? That caused my ears to perk. “Hey, sorry to interrupt,” I strode over to them, “but did you say someone was tortured?”
The gray Venlil turned their attention towards me, and immediately I saw the telltale signs of fear that I’ve grown accustomed to. It’s lesser, but still there nevertheless. Guess he’s not in the exchange program. Must be an employee. “O-Oh, uh, you didn’t hear?”
I signed a no with my tail. His ears fell as he continued. “Marcel and Slanek had disappeared after the Arxur raid. They were thought dead like so many others, but it turned out that they got captured by a Federation ship! They held Marcel and brutally tortured him! Clawing at his eyes, starving him, beating him, they even threw Slanek in the same room with the full intent of watching him being eaten! And when he obviously wasn’t, the Gojid captain tried to shoot Marcel! The only reason they survived was because a Kholshian stood up to their captain and helped the two escape!”
“And thank god for them!” I heard Jacob speak behind me. He must have seen us talking and decided to come over. “Ah hope more people in your Federation act like that Kholshian than the Gojid! He ought to be a hero to his race!”
“I know!” The Venlil was quick to agree. Definitely used to humans. Just not me. “Can you believe it? How could someone just hold someone in one place to torture for their own amusement?”
I felt my expression fall. I can believe it very easily.
“Y-yes.” Sharnet stammered, gripping the fur on his legs, “It is horrible what some people can do.” She shook herself and took a more professional stance. “Do you mind if I quote you on that?”
“Sure, that’s fine with me.” He turned to his grey female companion, “what about you?”
The woman hadn’t said anything in the portion of conversation I had been present for. She had been staring at Sharnet with a contemplative look on her ears. “Have we met before?”
Sharnet flicked her ears in confusion. “I don’t… think so?”
“I’m sure we have. Those white spots on your head. I’ve seen them before…” the woman’s eyes widened in realization, “I loaded you onto the outgoing shuttle! What are you doing here? You were kicked out and sent to resocialization!”
Sharnet visibly shrunk at the accusation. “I, uh, I just…”
“Did you ditch your officers?” The woman continued, “they were supposed to collect you at Wayward Prime!”
Sharnet continued to stutter as my mind went back to the spaceport. Some officers near the entrance were asking if I caused a stampede, and then Sharnet and I walked out the building in a herd. Those officers had gotten there faster than they should.
“That, uh,” I spoke up, “that might have been partially my fault.”
“That doesn’t matter!” The woman exclaimed, pointing at Sharnet, “You are supposed to be with resocialization!” She pulled out a holonote from her own belt pack, “I’m calling security! You shouldn’t have been allowed in here in the first place!”
I looked down at Sharnet. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were darting all over the room. Her focus began to shift to a window facing outside. Tail twitching. Legs tense. The gray woman was calling in security, and Sharnet was... She was going to try and run!
With barely a thought, I reached down and picked her up. She jolted around in my arms and cried in surprise, but fell silent as I pulled her to my chest in a hug. “It’s okay,” I whispered in her ears, “you don’t need to run. I’m here. Focus... Breathe... Calm…”
As the seconds passed, her breathing slowly settled into a steady rhythm alongside my mantra as I repeated it back to her. Thankfully, my comforts seemed to be enough to stun the gray-furred woman into not completing her dial. I didn’t feel like having Sharnet escorted out in cuffs. “You don’t need to call that, ma’am. I’ll escort her out myself. We were just about to leave anyway.”
Jacob leaned back in surprise. “We are?”
I swayed my tail stiffly at him. “Yes. Since we slept for seven hours, you and I will need to head out soon to catch the next train to transfer back to Dawn Creek.”
“Dah!” Jacob exclaimed, “What da hail we waitin’ fer? C’mon!” He dashed right past the female guard heading out of the cafeteria.
I set Sharnet back on the ground and made to follow him. Wait. One last thing. I turned back and waved to the crowd. “It was great meeting all of… Y’all! I hope your time here on our planet is a good one!” I received a few cheers from the crowd, several giving joyful cries of “see ya Venbig!” I wagged my tail at the widespread acceptance and ducked out the door behind Sharnet and Jacob.
“Thank you for that,” Sharnet whispered, “again.”
I swayed my tail to signal that it was no bother. “I meant what I said, Sharnet. ‘If anything happens, I would stop them.’” I scratched an itch under my fur to give her a chance to respond. She didn't. I sighed. No avoiding it, I suppose. “So, you were supposed to meet some officers when you landed?”
Her ears pressed against her head as we all huddled into the elevator again. “I never got charged, but they did ordain that I had to go through at least 40 paws of resocialization.”
Jacob seemed to count something on his fingers before he tensed with realization. “Why, that’s about a month! S’pose it’s better than gettin’ charged for aggravated assault, though. What does… ‘resocialization’ entail?”
“I have to spend a set amount of time each paw with a herd chosen for me by the government. I’ll have to report to them every paw. Normally I could register my own herd, but my job sent me wandering so often that I never really…joined one.”
“Way-ell,” Jacob drawled, “what about your parents?”
She gave a short laugh. “It was deemed that direct family might reinforce certain undesirable behaviors rather than correct them. The herds are supposed to have at least some initial level of separation so that everyone actually socializes.”
I noticed a slight bitterness in her words. Something was being left unsaid. Possibly directed towards her parents, but whatever it was, she wasn’t ready to say.
The elevator opened onto the fifth floor and we stepped out to head back to the room. Jacob took the lead again as I talked to Sharnet. “I know you will be able to pass,” I told her as we walked. “I am, and always will be, blessed to have met you.”
Her tail sagged at my words. “You have done so much for me, Tarlim,” she whispered.
We reached the room to see Jacob come out of the bathroom with a small box. He then pulled a large, roughly cylindrical bag out from under the bed and started going through it. He nodded in approval before placing the box inside the bag and hefting it onto his shoulder. “Well, I’m all ready to go! Never unpacked, so it’s all still in here!”
I wagged my tail as I strode over to my shoulder pack. I easily slung it onto my back and faced my companions. “We can drop Sharnet off with the officers and then walk to the station.” I pulled out my pad and opened the train schedule. As I ducked out of the room. “Our train doesn’t depart for a bit, so we should have time for the trip.”
I looked back to see Jacob slip his other arm into a second sling and pull the bag so it balanced completely against his back. “Sounds like a plan,” he grunted at his first step. “Let’s get moving!”
Closing the door one last time, we headed back to the elevator for our final trip back down. “Tarlim?” Sharnet brushed her tail against my leg to get my attention. “You really have done so much for me. I just want you to know, when we next meet, I hope to have done something for you.”
I flicked my tail in appreciation at those words. Before we split for good, I decided that I should send her off with a proper goodbye hug. I knelt down and pulled her close as we entered the elevator. She purred in my arms. Even if we never met again, I would never regret this time we three spent together.
“Wait a minute!” Jacob broke the moment as the doors closed, “did you say we’re walkin’!?”
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I have two roommates but the one I'm frustrated with is Ruby (fake name).
My problem with her is that she spends an hour every other day doing her hair. Normally, I wouldn't have a problem with this, it's not like she hogs the bathroom or anything, but she always ends up late for her lectures. The hair just reaches her shoulders, but she straightens it, adds volume, then showers, then straightens it again because the edges got wet and curled a bit.
Now, I may be biased since I don't do my hair often, just a good brush is enough for me, or I take out the rollers (that I slept with) which takes about 20 minutes. I've been taught to be fast.
Here's a daily occurrence:
Ruby has classes at 8:30 (she's studying to be a nurse). She knows it takes at least an hour to do her hair. Her alarm is set for 6:30. Does she get up at that time? No. What does she do? She wakes up and listened to music until I finally get her to get up (after countlessly telling her she will be late) and starts doing her hair. When does she leave? Around 8:45–9:00. And she has the nerve to be offended when people turn to look at her and one of her colleagues tells her to hold her tongue since "she is always late". Recently, she purposely skipped first period because the professor was yelling at the students (the reason was that a lot of people were late). It's a good thing our other roommate kicked her out or she would have been late for the second period too.
Another thing that annoys me is her hair care. Some background, she had caught Covid during the pandemic and lost, by her words, a lot of hair. I know that not all hairs are the same, but the way she treats it will definitely lead to it being lost again. Not only does she straighten it every other day, but she also washes it on the days in between, then uses a heat-resistant mask to prepare it for the following day's burning. I have told her that she should let it rest, but she assures me that the mask will keep away any harmful effects. Well, recently, she found a burnt part and freaked out. I casually said, "I told you so".

The back story is, I live in a border town and with that meant that often dating apps would match with Americans. When I was in my early 20’s I ended up in a 2 year relationship with an American and went back and forth into Canada and the US without problems. We break up and I didn’t take it very well I quit my job, mental health wasn’t good. I had a friend in the US who ended up developing into something more. 3 months of visiting back and forth into the US once again no problems.
Then one day I go to visit the officer says that I seem to be visiting a lot, I was honest and say I’ve been in a relationship with two different Americans and I’m visiting. Cue being asked a bunch of questions, school schedule, lease (lived at home still), ties to the country and lastly my work status, I had been bouncing between jobs and had recently just quit one and I panicked and lied and gave the name of the employer that I recently quit. They issue me a temporary visa for 5 days and allow my entry. This partner and I break up on this trip. I return to Canada and don’t think anything of it.
I don’t attempt to return for 6 months or so and when I do is when everything goes wrong. Normal crossing and end up being asked to go inside for a secondary search. The officer says that I have been illegally in the US for 6 months, that my visa was never processed as returned to Canada. I had been living in Canada the whole time.
The other thing is they followed up with my “employer” given on the previous trip who was honest in the fact that I don’t work there.
Finger prints and denied entry but not banned from entering. Between border closures and just being too afraid to I haven’t attempted to cross since. I was 21 and made a dumb decision I can admit that.
The first incident would have been 5 years ago the second coming up on 4 years. I am in a much different place now, job, lease, mentally stable, etc.
I guess the question is do I just show up at the border with my job letter, lease, etc and hope that it’s enough?
Is there a system that I can go through on the back end to avoid potentially being turned away at the border?
Is it best to hire a lawyer to help navigate or just trial and error?
Thanks!

So in pursuit of hammers, hq's I've liked and terminators.. I've ended up with this list.. this very very fast list haha. And looking for advice in how people think it would play or what to add.
++ Unbound Army (Faction) (Imperium - Adeptus Astartes - Blood Angels) [75 PL, 1,417pts] ++

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Chapter Selector: Blood Angels
Battle Size: 3. Strike Force (101-200 Total PL / 1001-2000 Points)
Detachment Command Cost
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Librarian Dreadnought [8 PL, 150pts]: Storm bolter
Sanguinary Priest [5 PL, 90pts]: Astartes Chainsword, Bolt pistol

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Death Company Marines [16 PL, 330pts]: Jump Pack . 10x Death Company Marine w/ thunder hammer: 10x Frag & Krak grenades, 10x Thunder hammer
Sanguinary Ancient [6 PL, 110pts]: Angelus boltgun, Encarmine sword
Sanguinary Guard [17 PL, 270pts] . Sanguinary Guard: Angelus boltgun, Encarmine axe . Sanguinary Guard: Angelus boltgun, Encarmine axe . Sanguinary Guard: Angelus boltgun, Encarmine axe . Sanguinary Guard: Angelus boltgun, Encarmine axe . Sanguinary Guard: Angelus boltgun, Encarmine sword . Sanguinary Guard: Angelus boltgun, Encarmine sword . Sanguinary Guard: Angelus boltgun, Encarmine sword . Sanguinary Guard: Angelus boltgun, Encarmine sword . Sanguinary Guard: Angelus boltgun, Encarmine sword
Terminator Assault Squad [9 PL, 165pts]: Teleport Homer . Assault Terminator Sergeant . . Thunder Hammer & Storm Shield . 4x Assault Terminator w/THSS: 4x Storm shield, 4x Thunder hammer
Vanguard Veteran Squad [14 PL, 302pts]: Jump Pack . Vanguard Veteran: Lightning Claw, Storm shield . Vanguard Veteran: Lightning Claw, Storm shield . Vanguard Veteran: Lightning Claw, Storm shield . Vanguard Veteran: Lightning Claw, Storm shield . Vanguard Veteran: Lightning Claw, Storm shield . Vanguard Veteran: Lightning Claw, Storm shield . Vanguard Veteran: Lightning Claw, Storm shield . Vanguard Veteran: Lightning Claw, Storm shield . Vanguard Veteran: Lightning Claw, Storm shield . Vanguard Veteran Sergeant: Bolt pistol and Chainsword
++ Total: [75 PL, 1,417pts] ++
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I'm trying to solve the integral in picture1 I found a contour integral were you get something very close to the original integral, picture2. The path we integrate along picture3 is a standard pacman integral were we integrate around a branch so the difference between the integral over the two lines become -2 * pi * i * integral in picture1. We integrate along the outer arc anticlockwise and let the radius go towards inf and the angle go towards 2 pi. We can easily show this outer arc tend towards 0 is n>0. The inner arc we integrate clockwise and let the radius go towards 0 and we can also show this goes towards 0 if n>0. We have now ended up with the result in picture4. Since we have two singularities within the loop we have the sum of the residues at z = i and z= -i. The problem is i can not seem to figure out how to evaluate the residues. I've tried l'hopital and series expansion but to no avail. Any1 knows how to evaluate these? I suspect the problem might be the singularities are to the n th power.

I have an older sister who I am NC with. After my mother died, she was cut-throat greedy, and she did so many gross things for scraps of what was almost nothing to start with - but she had kids, she said, and she clearly believed that meant I should have allowed her behavior to go unchecked. After our mother died, she also began to weaponize her children against me by not allowing me to see them when I wouldn’t tolerate her outrageous behavior and began to set personal boundaries. She still allowed my husband to see the kids for years, I think in an attempt to hurt me and to continue receiving gifts since we are very generous when it comes to that kind of stuff. When I recently started just giving only the children gifts and cutting back or eliminating gifts for my sister and her husband, she began to stop inviting even him to birthday and holiday celebrations. Over the past year, he hasn’t been allowed to see or speak with the kids with the exception of about fifteen minutes to give them their ‘22 Christmas gifts (my sister manages who they can receive texts and calls from on their phones , and apparently my husband does not make the cut). Their main birthday gifts were given at the same time since he hadn’t been able to see them before, though I still sent them small items via Amazon.
Flash forward to a little more than a decade after my mom passed, and I will continue to be sure to send her kids gifts for birthdays and Christmas. I always send a letter with the gift telling them about why I chose what I am giving (I have continued to refuse my sister’s demands for specific items or gift cards of a certain amount because that is not how I choose to give gifts), but I haven’t seen or spoken to them since my mom died. My mom knew that my sister would behave like this since my sister weaponized her children against my mother too, and she made me promise to do everything I could to remain a positive influence in their lives. My sister has always done anything she can for money and attention (and her husband is literally the greediest person I have ever met), and my mom knew that the kids would grow up entitled and spoiled without other influences in their lives. So this is how I remain a presence in their lives while still maintaining my own boundaries with my sister.
All this being said, my younger sister knows I love to laugh at the insta-self my older sister presents to the world, and she told me that the family is currently on a trip to Paris where my sister is being her basic fake self. I am clearly bitter and petty about how I have been treated (know thyself - lol), so curiosity got the best of me. I wish it hadn’t. I snooped their family Insta accounts, and this is the first time I have seen a visual representation of the level of entitlement my mom knew would grow from my sister’s parenting. Among many “insta-worthy” ridiculous posts that aggrandize their life and this specific trip, my sister has posted pictures of my 16 year-old niece at the Louvre TOUCHING MUSEUM PIECES. Like, in one she is basically laying the entire top of her body on an Egyptian antiquity. It just makes me sad and angry that they are being raised to believe this kind of behavior is normal. I’m sure raising children is difficult, and I am far from perfect myself, but seeing this level of parental entitlement for their children is mind-boggling to me. This is not normal behavior, right? Admittedly, I have never gone to Paris due to an aversion caused by my older sister’s obsession with all things Paris that began in high school, so maybe I’m wrong and the Louvre is actually full of hands-on exhibits that let you touch priceless statues and artifacts? I feel like I would have heard about this were it the case though. Lol
Thanks for reading my personal story and rant. I don’t talk about this to many people irl, and I know it would make my husband sad if I brought the kids up to him. Typing this whole thing out has been cathartic. But if you made it this far, please tell me if I’m being a child-free stick-in-the-mud and am wrong about the Louvre and the rules I assume they expect tourists to abide by. Hahah

TL;DR: Employer aware of my ASD fired me for NC/NS after forgetting the day before I said I was taking a mental health day, first time calling off at job.
I’m highly skilled in the culinary industry and I work real hard. Every employer and coworker I had says they don’t know how I work as hard as I do.
Compensation. I know I am not one of the cool kids, I don’t find “fart joke, sex pun, THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID” cheap humor to be funny. I don’t know the superheroes. I barely follow sports (though I enjoy). I know the only way I gain acceptance is through my work, show and prove. Rarely I find people I really bond with, but I always fall for the “we care about you” and “we really need you here.”
I’ve had plenty of jobs where I needed a break or even just a mental health day. Employers are okay with people missing work for drug and alcohol related issues, taking a day off for family time, or for obvious made up illness reasons (ie: pinkeye and shingles for one day). Hell, this place let someone take a day off because they got pulled over on their way in, allegedly. When I try to take time off for mental health, which they are aware of, I always get told that I “just hang in there a little longer.”
Thanks to autism guilt and inadvertent familial conditioning, I cannot turn down requests from employers; work on days off, shorten vacation/leaves.
My current (maybe) job, I had been there a year and a half. The place is a sensory overload hell; extremely bright, severely loud; but I was able to manage being in the prep area. I told them at hiring and when asked to work the line that I couldn’t do it full time, all of the time. Eventually, that was disregarded and I was not just on the line full time, all of the time, but also covering extra shifts; days off or doubling up my work day.
Last Spring into October, I covered over 30 shifts (I keep track of dumb shit), including 7 for a coworker that befriended me. He later became a manager which becomes relevant in a bit.
Thanksgiving week I had RO’d months in advance to go out of state hunting with my dad and nephew. Every year can be the last with my dad (we had a strained relationship which we didn’t speak for over a decade) and this would be my nephew’s first season, which he idolizes me. Come time for that and our GM said they needed me for Friday after because of staffing.
I spent Thanksgiving alone traveling, which pissed off both sides (parents divorced young) of my family. I cut my trip in half, wasted the hunting part of it really, and they sent me home with just under 4h worked that day. Just before Christmas I got sick but went to work every day anyway. I mentioned being sick and gotten little sleep and asked about leaving early. I was told we were too short staffed.
I had plans for a friend’s birthday, that falls on Christmas, for a day I was normally not scheduled. They had me scheduled for that day and asked me to cover two shifts for someone calling out. When I asked if I could have the one day off for covering two, I was denied as they didn’t have anyone to cover me.
That month long stretch, plus holiday stress, a physical injury, lack of sleep due to illness, I ended up stuck having daily meltdowns. I addressed this with the aforementioned manager who befriended me. They assured me they understood and can deal with it, to which I replied that it was highly embarrassing for me and that it hurts me outside of work.
I had begun to look for a second job to try to split time and find a place not so overstimulating. I asked to make scheduling changes to do this and was told how badly I was needed. Went through two months of being scheduled days I asked to have off to start this job, had to keep stringing along the other job.
Last week, they decided to have me close Friday and open Saturday. This is a difficult schedule for anyone, but someone with ASD in their mid 40s who is already burned out? I didn’t eat Friday so I could hope to sleep, I woke up throwing up water. I couldn’t hold down water for a few hours. I went to work anyways. Wednesday, my coworkers were telling me how I should have called off. I told them it was good I didn’t, as we had two call offs to illness. Thursday, I spoke with the manager I thought was a friend, that said he cared and would help, that I couldn’t work tomorrow (yesterday) because I can’t make the turn around and needed a mental health day.
So I took a mental health day and visited my mom, who I haven’t seen since Christmas. As I am visiting, a coworker messaged me upset that I didn’t say goodbye to her. I was confused and said I just took a mental health day finally and would be in today.
My “friend” said I never told him and what went from my first time calling off work in over a decade, a day in advance at that, turned into me doing a No Call, No Show and I got fired.
I don’t like to be that person, but it just seems like this place that is diverse and inclusive has multiple violations of the Americans with Disabilities Act. I expect this stuff from the narcissistic, ego maniacs that run their own BS sports bar “tavern” but not a “professional” place like this.
Anyhow, thanks if you read, and hopefully the next one doesn’t turn out the same. I mean, it will, but there’s hope, right?

So my employer and I were discussing about work machines for all programmers in the company. He asked for a bit of input regarding the CPU choice. I told him that Ryzen would probably be better as we don't just do one workload that usually compiles for hours on end (minutes mostly). He figured Intel would always be a better choice for a programmer.
The average use case of an employee is running one major application (both c# and typescript) whilst simultaneously running Visual Studio, Code, databases, browser and multiple docker images.
He stated that an Intel i7 would be the bare minimum but he'd prefer i9. I disagreed saying that aside from Ryzen 5 as minimum and at best Ryzen 7 that even Intel i5 and i7 would be more logical. Most of our work would benefit more from a minimum of 32 GB RAM with preferably 64 for leeway and future proofing, than from an expensive CPU.
So we couldn't really agree on this so I figured I'd get some opinions here.
How do you look at this use case?