Criss cross braids with rubber bands

A simple hack that helped reprogram my brain from PMO

2023.03.25 12:35 tykoone13 A simple hack that helped reprogram my brain from PMO

I'll try to be as straightforward as possible even though this post may be a little long. This is something that has helped me a lot, it may not work for everyone but I believe that if it worked for me, then it will work for someone else hence I'm sharing. The technique is simple and requires just a little discipline to follow through.
Get a rubber band or two of them (those very tiny and elastic ones). Wear it around your wrist and leave it there. When any form of sexual thoughts or triggers that will lead you to relapse crosses your mind or mental space, make sure to snap it against your wrist, doing this will cause you to feel pain of course. Here is how this works: Our brain has been programmed to crave those destiny-draining disgusting habits (PMO). But there is something else you want out of your life. Whatever the reason you're on this journey to recovery, that is your 'why'. Often times our why is not enough to save us from a relapse once we start viewing porn, our willpower is almost zero once we're indulged. But if you can successfully give your brain a reason not to push you into viewing porn, you'll be able to maintain your streak and kick the habit out of your life for good.
Here is what to do: First, you must identify your 'why'. I mean why do you want to quit PMO? What's your reason? It could be anything. Maybe you want to be more successful in business and your career (like me, I'm a forex trader with 5 years of substantial experience and I know living a life free from sexual lust and PMO will enhance my trading results and abilities), or you want to be more confident and socially charismatic, or you want to attract women/the love of your life, or you want to be a high-value man/woman, or you wanna be able to take care of your family and be the man/woman of your dreams. Whatever your reason is you need to identify it as clearly as possible. After identifying it the next step is to imagine a life without achieving this 'why' of yours. What would your life be like if you failed? If you are unable to quit PMO and you failed to achieve your 'why' how terrible will that look for you? Now you must tie that fear of losing your 'why' to the pain you feel from the snap of the rubber band on your wrist. Every time you get an urge or your mind starts to wander lustfully snap the rubberband against your wrist as hard as possible so that the pain is registered in your brain. If you continue to do this your brain will come to understand that dwelling on lustful thoughts or urges thereby viewing porn and masturbating will come with pain and the pain of not achieving your 'why' if you fail to heed to the warning (snapping the band against your wrist).
Personally, this was how I started. Every time a lustful thought crossed my mind; either an urge to view porn, lustfully starring at a beautiful woman, scrolling through social media pages of half-naked women, or imagination of having sex, I mean anything that has to do with sexual lust and immorality that could lead me to relapse, whenever it crossed my mind I snapped the band so hard that the urge to continue reduced drastically, sometimes I would snap it 3 to 5 times. Doing this over time, I started to realize that once I felt the urge to think lustfully my mind quickly switched to something else because I have programmed it to believe that engaging in those lustful thoughts will come with pain (snapping the band against my wrist). A pain that if I ignored would lead me to view porn, masturbate and overall lead me to the biggest pain of losing or not achieving my 'why'.
It's as simple as that, there's nothing more to it. But you just need to be consistent with this exercise and make sure you feel that pain when you snap that band against your wrist. Our brain doesn't like pain or discomfort. So whenever it tries to push you to view porn or masturbate or lust over a woman and you discipline it by inflicting mild pain, it will come to understand that your soul doesn't want that 'pleasure which it craves' and it will adjust by not giving you those urges anymore. I got this exercise from an app that helps rewire our brain from PMO, the name of the app is brainbuddy and I highly recommend it for anyone that needs daily exercises and reminders on why they are on this journey.
I hope this helps someone. If anyone has any better hack or alternative method to fight this destiny-draining habit please share with us, as it may save someone, you never can tell. Stay strong kings and queens(if there are any ladies reading this post). We are more than what we currently are and once we are able to kick this demonic habit out of our lives, we are on our way to becoming our highest and truest form as humans.
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2023.03.25 11:40 OptionalGamer Tennis: Am I the only now frustrated by out of bounds decisions?

It happens all the time. The opponent's ball is clearly out of bounds and marked as such – clearly visible circle pulsating OUTSIDE of the field and not even touching the line. What's up with this? Point goes to the opponent. I have had plenty of matches ruined by the decision with a whole bunch of people sitting next to me watching in disbelief, not just me. Is this a collision detection bug? Or some sort of Nintendo nonsense i.e. let's be fair, the opponent, they tried so hard?
When playing the "A" rank, I also noticed that there seems to be some sort of frustrating rubber band mechanics in place, with opponents 2-4 levels above me, that I am matched with. Naturally, I lose, drop a rank and then, the next few matches are agains opponents 2-3 levels below, I hence reach a new rank, rinse and repeat. Been going on for weeks. Is this supposed to be some kind of family friendly "everyone should lose and win" mechanic?
Otter than that, loving the game overall. Nice upgrade from the Wii memories way back.
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2023.03.25 10:47 qazbot TDL History Question for Experts

I've long enjoyed sharing my birthday with the opening of TDL and can't wait to turn 40 with it!
I was looking for some opening day video footage when I stumbled on this:
The opening bit is a bit sketch because it has 90's footage on what looks like an 80's VHS copy but not sure if that's enough to throw into question the validity of the footage that follows.
The video mentions that the opening ceremony took place on April *11th*, 1983!
I don't doubt that the park opened to the public on the 15th but I'd never heard about this event on the 11th! Now that I think about it, it makes perfect sense because that would've given the promotional materials time to circulate and create peak frenzy before opening day but there's one problem...I can't find reference to it ANYWHERE! It's like this supposed event from the 11th has been wiped from history. Has anyone heard about this? It's terribly interesting to me on a personal level because my wife was born 5 days before me on the 10th.
I was born on the 15th in the States, and she was born on the 10th in JP. So even though my 15th was their 16th, her 11th could technically be our 10th and thereby we'd theoretically share the dates criss-cross overseas.
So while the video states April 11th, I was wondering if it was April 11th US time, or April 11th JP time.
Anyway, the coincidental dates aside, I was just wondering if anyone had more info on this event since it seems like nowhere else is acknowledging it even happened!
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2023.03.25 10:45 DramaticMillennial My boyfriend has a ‘penis strangling’ fetish

He wraps rubber bands around his penis to strangle it.
It’s extremely bizarre to me and I think I’m going to break up with him over it.
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2023.03.25 10:43 ExpensiveChannel5508 I have a hemorrhoid and I’m afraid to tell my parents

English is not my first language so i hope no one judge me.
Im 14 years old girl, i grew up in a very conservative family. I got this hemorrhoids last year in February. Fast forward to now,i took a shower earlier and i noticed that my undies and pants were already stained with blood. As the months went by i noticed it was really getting worse and worse. I badly want to tell my parents about this but shame is holding me back, because i know that we are not that rich My parents will only ask for help from our relatives if there is a medical procedure that needs to be done on me. I know this is bad but i know my relatives as gossipers. I need an advice. What should i do?
I consider rubber band ligation as my treatment option, cause “i think” it is less painful than the actual surgery
to people who have had rubber band ligation, how does it feel, how much? and does the procedure take long?
Badly need an advice.
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2023.03.25 10:38 Dreamy51045 My hubby won't stop listening to Destiny's Child, and it's wrecking our marriage.

So, my husband only went and discovered Destiny's Child last year! Like, how did he not know about them before? Anyway, he's now totally obsessed with them and it's starting to get out of control. The guy spends all his time on eBay, bidding ridiculous amounts of money on DC merch. And he's only got streaming services so he can listen to them ALL the time. The other week he even bought a Bluetooth shower speaker so he can blast them whilst scrubbing down. And to make matters worse, we can't have a single conversation without him somehow bringing them up.
Don't even get me started on his dance routine. He's been watching those YouTube choreography tutorials for hours, and he makes me sit there and watch him copy EVERY SINGLE step. It's cute at first, but now it's getting a little bit much, you know?
Oh, and it gets weirder. He's emailing the band all the time, trying to get them to do a reunion tour, and he's even sent them birthday gifts in the post! I want to make it clear that it's not sexual or anything, he's just a massive fan.
I'm at my wit's end, honestly. It's like I can't escape Destiny's Child and my husband seems to have disappeared right down the rabbit hole of his own obsession.
If anyone has any advice, I would be SO grateful. Update on the situation - I convinced him to get an MRI and thankfully, there isn't a tumour or anything. He finally understands how seriously this is affecting our marriage and he's agreed to see a therapist. Fingers crossed! Thanks for all the advice guys, appreciate it.
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2023.03.25 10:01 whistlesandbellsss I think I figured out what the Book did that worked better for me. *spoilers*

The book, I think, maintained the tension of will they/won't they with Daisy and Billy, and the what will/when will they break up of Karen/Graham, the final straw for Eddie.
The show breaks the tension of Daisy and Billy early with that kiss. We know they're having an emotional affair almost immediately. The stakes of "Will they keep apart knowing that is better for them? Will they even realize they're in love (in the book the realization comes late, the burn is slow and you wonder if they'll kill each other or find each other. it's the same thin line as all the other choices)? Will they chose a life that is good or one that involves the other? This is the central theme of the book. Control and Power and Chaos and how the lack of any of those, or the excess of them make us worse people. Finding the line and knowing it will never be perfect but an amount of each that can let us live with the least regrets. Because the line they step over is small (not kissing, snuggling, admitting they love each other, going on dates together etc) the value of Camilla and that part of Billy's life is bigger. We see Camilla actively anchor Billy, set up her boundaries and stick to them, we see how she adds to his life, not just stresses him out. The chance that he will lose that because of Daisy and because they have stretched that tension so tight is the fascinating part. that battle with our better selves. it's not about them being twin souls and fighting to be together. it's very much about them fighting tooth and nail to be the better people and knowing they can't. That's the exciting part. I feel like in their desire to show the love story of Billy and Daisy, they diminished Camilla and lost the drive of the story. This is how a band ends, because they all get pushed a little too far. Billy and Daisy kissed in like episode 6, nothing bad happened. Where are the stakes? They constantly cross boundaries and have minimal consequences. Why does it matter if they do one little thing more?
We know Graham and Karen won't make it, they're two very different people and in the books Graham is head over heels in love, while Karen is enjoying what she has, while she has it. We know eventually something will break them up, but we don't know what. They never seem like they will make it in the long term because we have Karen's perspective, so we see the contrast to Graham. She knows she can't change herself to be what Graham really wants, and it doesn't seem possible to Graham to adjust what he wants long term to keep her, he wants her to adjust in the end. We think they might make it in the show, their affection seems evenly matched. We see Karen change for Graham, admit to the bad what is happening, openly behave like his girlfriend. We lose the tension of their relationship. If Karen changed once, twice, why can't she change a bit more? Why can't Graham? You don't get the tragedy of knowing it's over and enjoying the sweetness while it lasts. it doesn't seem like this Karen and Graham have to end, in the book it's inevitable, it's amazing because it's finite.
Eddie in the books is very justified and he takes on all these tiny (and bigger) slights like little cuts. He stays because his brother is in the bad too, occasionally music writers positively review him ALONG with Daisy and Billy. You see why the band fulfills him and destroys him. You see why he fights to stay and get it together a bit longer. In the show, we have no idea why he stays around other than for the drama. The moment he gets a win, he immediately loses. It removes any nuance to this character. The actor is great despite his material but they made his character absolutely thankless. No arc, no tension. He has snapped ages before he leaves the band and we're never sure why he hasn't left yet. In the book he has a reason to stay, he gets dragged along despite feeling unheard and unseen, because sometimes he is seen, sometimes he is heard and that gives him that little bit more steam.

TLDR: The show has trouble building up and trusting the tension of its relationships, it doesn't seem to fully understand them. They create new drama to replace the tension of the books. I don't think it works for me, but I can totally understand why it works better for some people as a show because it keeps something new happening each episode. I'm not dissing the show and I'm so glad it works for people. I just had an A-ha! moment where I realized why it wasn't gripping me the way the book did.
I could go on for days about how this hampered the character of Daisy herself, despite a great performance, but I think this is enough rambling.
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2023.03.25 08:03 drawnied Regarding my miso paste

I bought miso paste in 2019, and I have been using it since then.
I have been storing it in the fridge and sealing it with a rubber band. I always use a fresh spoon to take out the paste and never double dip.
I was wondering, is it fine that I am still using it? I worry each time (but make food with it nevertheless haha)
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2023.03.25 06:53 CynicallyMe Performance issue

I was able to play last beta with minimal issues; however this round I can't even move. I'm rubber banding all over the place and it's absolutely miserable. Anyone have such a drastic change?
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2023.03.25 06:33 Weegie_yoobie Repeatedly seeing Vulture during journeying. Anyone know the meaning?

I’m new. I picked up a book on the stuff Wednesday and have been enamored since. I’ve meditated before but just quietly and in the typical criss cross style. But I started doing it according to the directions of these books I got. Starting with listening to a guided meditation but then I changed to drumming and heartbeat. I won’t reveal too much because I’ve seen a lot, and a few questions I’d like to find the answer to myself, but I’ve been curious about one thing. A vulture has shown up in my journeys, and it’s always painted very menacingly. I try to pay close attention to the details in my journeys. And this guy is always almost cartoonishly meanicing. Big flapping wings, sharp screech, always bathed in a dark purple light. Anyone know what’s up? I heard that they can be omens of rebirth, which checks out cause I’m getting very serious about this stuff. But it seems like whatever is granting these visions wants me to know this vulture is bad news. Any and all answers are appreciated.
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2023.03.25 06:19 supplex44 100%CPU usage during rounds, this is kinda ridiculous

As the title says, when I'm playing 2042 my CPU is basically pinned at 100% as soon as a round starts. My PC has no problem pushing 130fps, BUT I am UNABLE to have any other application open. This means I cant even play an mp3 file in the background while playing 2042. The game should NOT hog the CPU like that, idc that I have a high fps. The game itself runs FINE. Its just punishing my PC for no reason.
CPU: i5-9600k GPU: 2070super
The game is on an SSD. My operating system is on a different SSD.
Unfortunately, i do enjoy the game. I am interested in a lot of fun moments it has to offer. HOWEVER, it is soooo BADLY made that I am unable to use discord while playing. Or even play an mp3 file or watch youtube. And for that reason i am out.
Also I just want to say my PC runs every other game perfectly. I do usually have to do some tweaking to make it run just right. That is normal, but when I change the settings to low, the game is nonfunctional, because of ANOTHER BUG where I have to set my Texture and Terrain Quality above Medium for the game to not micro-rubber-band during rounds. BUT With those 2 settings set to high, and the rest at medium-ish THE GAME SHOULD RUN GREAT. I know my PC, this game should run better.
fix your game EA
Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.
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2023.03.25 05:31 AvMikeK12 New UPDATED improvement for Hope MK2

Yesterday I posted an improvement for the Hope MK2 using a little red rubber band. I used that almost all day but yeah, that shit hurts bad lol. Use a toe protector. Very soft and stretchy with good grip. Just cut off the top to make it a tube shape and this holds just as well maybe better than the rubber band.
For NSFW images you can see my post on restoringdick on my profile.
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2023.03.25 05:01 Harbinger_51 I do a job for the government none of you know about. You should.

It was a beautiful day in the fall, and though being in the middle of nowhere in Ohio isn’t exactly my ideal setting for an assignment, it could have been worse. Opening my windows, listening to music, and getting a good whiff of country air is a nice contrast to being cooped up in cities like I’m used to. The sight of brown stalks of corn populating the miles of fields along the road was welcome, as was the cool and clean smell of the air. It’s a good thing these jobs don’t involve much interaction with people. Unfortunately, some level of interaction is inevitable.

On my way to this one, I got a speeding ticket from a cop at some little local department. Though I was, in fact, speeding, I got the feeling that he also didn’t so much like seeing a fed in his neck of the woods. The local police aren’t a fan of us, so I’ve come to learn. They tend to get suspicious of us, thinking we’re up to some top-secret mission behind their backs. I guess they would be right.

I kept driving down the gravel road until the navigation let me know my destination was coming up on the right. Turning down the radio as I approached, I glanced toward the empty fields and the woods that met them beyond. I then turned into the long dirt driveway leading to our civilians’ house and garage.

I rolled up and parked with my trunk facing the porch. Stepping out, I got another whiff of the fresh country air and looked at the area of operations that lay before me. I was surprised at the amount of land and space that I had at my disposal. Space is good for these jobs. Additionally, I was informed that there weren’t any neighbors close enough to worry about. I couldn’t have asked for a better setting.

After stretching and letting out a light sigh, I decided it was time to get to work. I pulled the keychain out of my pocket and unlocked the front door. It seemed like a nice enough place. It was certainly nothing worth complaining about given the conditions of houses I’ve faced in my previous assignments. I went back outside to my massive, government-issued vehicle and opened the trunk.

I pulled the first couple of duffel bags worth of equipment out and brought them inside. The kitchen was as good a place as any to set up. After making five or six trips of dragging heavy bags and boxes of my junk into the house, I went back outside to open the garage. Thank God we were able to catch this case early and the civilians were able to make it out in time. It also meant I got room in the garage to park this thing. All that remained in the truck was the large metallic box, but I wasn’t going to need that until later.

I shut the trunk and pulled my vehicle into the garage, closing it on my way out. I stepped back into the house where I changed from my suit to my gear. Wearing the suit all day annoys me but I suppose the higher-ups want us to look like good, “friendly” feds to the public. The public has no idea the kind of monsters we are.

I unpacked box after box of equipment and weapons. I loaded up my Glock 17 with its extended 30-round magazine just as I did with my standard .556 rifle. I checked the laser sights on both. All good. Next was my favorite, the.338 with the best scope you could ever ask for. It sure is nice having a virtually infinite budget. Perks of working for the US federal government I suppose. The final firearm I brought was my personal .357 magnum revolver that I kept holstered on my chest. I figure it’s never a bad idea to have one more gun, just in case. Maybe I should have brought more on this one. If things got too close, I always had my hunting knife. I sharpened it that morning before heading out.

The next few hours consisted of me going out into the woods near the house in various places and setting up dozens of my little cameras equipped with motion sensors. They were there to give me an idea of the location of anything that got brave enough to get close to the fields that surrounded the house, I would be able to know about anything that was coming to me. I didn’t take too much caution in setting them up. Things never get interesting until nightfall.

I returned to the house where I turned on my laptop and assured that all the cameras were connected and working. I could see every single one of them from there and would know if anything so much as moved. I then got situated on a chair by the kitchen table, where I opened the window and set up my .338 rifle to watch the fields with.

I suppose it would be worth mentioning why I’m out here, setting up fancy equipment in the woods and loading up an arsenal of guns while I’m alone in a farmhouse that isn’t mine. Let’s back it up.

March 1st, 2017, 3:33 am, Iowa

Dispatch gets a call from a local farmer. He claims to be looking at a figure standing still at the edge of a treeline on his property. The description given by the farmer was that of a man of average stature and build, clothed in a loose black or grey shirt and trousers and a large-brimmed hat.

The farmer tells dispatch that he had awoken abruptly roughly an hour earlier, unspecified as to why. He spotted the figure outside his kitchen window soon after. The figure had been standing near the edge of a row of trees. It was facing the house and hadn’t moved a muscle since the farmer noticed him. The farmer quickly retrieved his rifle and walked out onto his lawn, proceeding to brandish his firearm and tell the trespasser that this property was his and to leave immediately. The farmer, seeing that the man remained unthreatened by his warning and display of a firearm, retreaded back into his home to retrieve his phone and call 9-1-1 as he continued to watch the figure from his porch.

During this call, the farmer’s voice was noticeably nervous and frightened. The desperate tone and quivering speech continued to worsen as he went on explaining the situation to dispatch. Dispatch instructed the farmer to remain where he stood and not to approach the trespasser. Dispatch reassured the farmer that the police were on their way. A few quiet and uneventful minutes passed. Then, without warning, the farmer let out a horrified scream through the phone. The call was disconnected seconds later.

The police began their over 40-minute drive to the residence. Halfway to their arrival, multiple new calls were coming to dispatch from the farmer’s neighbors. They reported seeing a large stack of smoke coming from the farmer’s home, and the closest reported seeing the house on fire.

By the time police arrived, the house had burned to the ground. The fire department arrived shortly after but oddly enough, the fire had completely subsided. What remained was the charred crumbs of what was once a house. The firefighters that arrived on site were bewildered by how quickly the fire must have burned the house. There was no explanation they could fathom.

The police searched the nearby fields and woods for the farmer and alleged trespasser to no avail, however, their search was quickly called back upon the findings of the firefighters in the house. The man’s charred bones were found beneath the rubble but not as they should have been. It became clear after further investigation that the man’s limbs were ripped from his body before it was incinerated at an impossible speed. 4 .308 bullet casings were found where the porch of the house used to be. The rifle was found just outside of the house, unscathed despite its proximity to such a violent fire. Forensics confirmed that the rifle had fired these casings but the bullets themselves were never found.

This was the first, but far from the last.

October 28th, 2017, 11:07 pm, Montana

Dispatch gets a call from a rancher who spotted a woman in an old-fashioned black and white dress and wearing a linen cap. The rancher claimed the woman was standing amongst his cattle and not moving. The rancher expressed no panic or concern for his safety over the phone, but rather a concern for the woman in the field. The rancher also noted that his cattle kept their distance around the woman.

An ambulance arrived at 11:29. Paramedics found no trace of the alleged woman. They walked to the entrance of the rancher’s house and discovered his door to be unlocked and open. After calling for the rancher and getting no response, they stepped inside to be greeted by the corpse of the rancher, hanging from a noose in his stairwell. The man had no history of mental illness and none of his relatives or acquaintances had any reason to believe he was suicidal. Additionally, an autopsy report concluded that both arms were broken in multiple places as well as every finger as if they had been crumpled together by a great force. He could not have tied the noose himself.

November 29th, 2018, 2:06 am, Wisconsin

Dispatch gets a call from another farmer. He had spotted a woman in an old black and white dress and linen cap. The woman had been standing in the long driveway from the road to his house, lit by the lamp that covered it. She stood motionless in the cold, windy, and heavily snowing weather. The farmer and his wife were later found under a collapsed wall of their crumpled house with stones placed on top. They had been placed in a seemingly orderly fashion until there was enough weight to crush their bones.

This happens to be the first incident we have on record with photo evidence. A trail cam owned by the farmer and his wife a few acres away from the house caught a picture the night of the incident. It caught a picture of the woman exactly as the farmer had described. Black and white dress, white linen camp. It looked as though she had stepped through time from hundreds of years before and placed like a mannequin in front of the camera.

May 30th, 2019, Minnesota

September 3rd, 2019, Nebraska

January 4th, 2020, South Dakota

I could go on but the point is that these incidents have been happening more and more frequently and they aren’t stopping. We do know what they are, or at least what they’re supposed to represent to us.

Every single one of these “people” lived in North America during the witch trials. We don’t believe they were the ones who were executed. We believe they were the ones who made the accusations, the ones who got their neighbors killed, the ones who carried out the executions and now they’re back to kill again.

Luckily, my department picked up on these patterns early on and designated a team to deal with them. There are a few hundred of us. I am in the dark about what everyone does exactly. I haven’t met many but I do know that some find potential incidents, some investigate, some deal with the cover-up and handling the publicity, and then, of course, there are the ones you send in to eradicate the problem. That’s where I come in.

I am here to hunt them down, to put them back in their graves so it would seem. Sometimes I get here before they’ve claimed a victim, sometimes after. But their reign of terror comes to an end with me. They’ve never gotten away from me, and I have never failed an assignment. I didn’t plan on this night being any different.

A beep sounded from my laptop screen as an outline from one of the cameras lit up, indicating that the motion sensor detected movement. It had been quiet since I set it up, there was not even the slightest sign of wildlife. No deer, no squirrels, nothing. I leaned forward and intently examined the camera that had been triggered. There was nothing to see. Another sensor triggered. Again, the camera showed nothing. My eyes darted from camera to camera, looking for motion. Another camera triggered, though all that I caught sight of was a shaking tree branch. There was no wind today. Another. This time I saw it. A dog-looking figure darted across the camera in only a few frames, but I knew it was no dog.

I turned my attention from the cameras to the field in front of me, where the movement had come from. I got behind my rifle and looked down the scope to the treeline in the distance. My heart began to pound in my chest at an intense tempo.

I could feel the adrenaline kicking in while I scanned the edge of the field for movement. All that greeted me was the orange glint of the setting sun on the treeline and the tiny shadows of the little stumps of corn stalks in the otherwise empty field. It was silent. Not even a wind accompanied me this evening, though I can’t complain. It’s better for shooting.

For a few minutes, I continued to run my scope along the treeline, occasionally getting a peek with my own eyes. It was during one of these peeks when I noticed a color out of place, in between a couple of trees on the other side of the field—some sort of black-and-white spec that was there not a second before. I lowered my head down, back behind the scope, and centered it. As I steadied the scope, a man-like figure standing at the edge of the field came into focus.

It wore black, tattered rags of clothing that hung loosely on its rigid frame. It stood still, stiff as a board. Its eyes were fixed on something ahead of it. It took me a moment to realize it was focused on me. It didn’t move a muscle, not even blinking as it stared.

I came to my senses and prepared to do my job. I flipped the safety off of my rifle and centered my crosshairs on its chest. I began to breathe deeply, my finger on the trigger, ready to pull but I didn’t take the shot, not yet. I saw it start to move.

Even with the distance between us, my scope made the picture of this figure clear as day. The movement came from only one part of its body; its mouth. First, its crusty lips detached from one another and the mouth began to open. Steadily, it opened more, and more all the while the rest of its body and head remained fixed. Its jaw sank to what should have been all the more it could, but it didn’t stop. It fell further, dipping down below its chest, its skin like a stretched rubber band waiting to snap, though it didn’t, it kept stretching.

Still stiff as a board, the man-like thing remained with its eyes locked on me while its mouth sat open, impossibly wide. It stood still with its hanging jaw for a moment, a moment I shouldn’t have given it. Now I knew I had my target. I began to apply pressure to the trigger before I was stopped, shaken by a force.

A scream, like a choir of souls in despair being dragged off to hell, with the power of a thousand horns sounding the start of a medieval battle rung through the fields. Its volume caused flocks of birds in the nearby trees to fly away in a panic, its bass shuddered through my chest and left me too hypnotized to pull the trigger. I’ll never get used to hearing one of them scream.

“Here we go”

I muttered to myself, the only thought I could conjure from my brain at the moment.

Closing its mouth, it leaped forward and reached for the ground in front of it with its hands fixed like claws. As soon as they met the ground, the feet followed and planted themselves quickly so that it could boost itself forward once again. It had begun its terrible charge. All the while, its face remained fixed on me, rotting teeth exposed and clenched in rage. The speed at which it rushed across the empty field would make a deer running for its life look lazy in comparison, but I was the prey here.

Though my heart began to race at the sight of this abomination barreling toward me, this anomaly of hatred and hunger bound to flesh, I remained calm. I began to steady my breathing, taking control of each breath, in and out.

Inhale. Exhale.

Inhale. Exhale.

Inhale. Exhale.


The crack of the shot rang out through the dimming sky and the field before me, my response to its enraged scream. I remained fixed on the target, observing the spatter of blood as it shot from its back. It began to scream again, this time rapidly and desperate in tone. I quickly moved the bolt and chambered the next round, accompanied by the soft ring of the brass bouncing on the floorboards under my chair.

Although I managed to land a clean shot to the chest, it didn’t do much. It kept running, keeping on at its same speed. Though now it changed its direction and was running adjacent to my position in the house. It was trying to flank me. It wanted to find a way around my line of sight. I couldn’t let it.

Again, I took control of my breathing. Slowly, I drifted my rifle on the bipod until the creature came back into view. Its limbs pounded at the ground with speed and power as it propelled itself across the field. I’ll never get used to seeing one run either.

Starting behind it, I continued to move the scope, just fast enough to begin gaining on him, just fast enough to let the crosshairs catch up. Inhale. Exhale. The crosshairs slowly began to overtake it. Inhale. Exhale. Squeeze.

I chambered the next round quickly. This shot brought him to the ground, but it didn’t keep him there. After a short tumble, it rose and began to run again, this time back towards the woods it came from. Inhale. Exhale. Squeeze.

The third shot grazed its back. Frustrated, I chambered another round and took aim, but it was far too late. Before I could even begin to line up my fourth shot, it had taken one final leap from the field back into the treeline it came from.

I let out a sigh and hung my head in disappointment. I knew what I had to do next but I sure as hell didn’t want to. The last flickers of sunlight shone through the open window and lit my .338 rifle as I reloaded the magazine. I sat and stared blankly at the screen in front of me, hoping a camera would pick up some sort of movement that could clue me into wherever it ran off to. Knowing my luck, I shouldn’t have expected it to.

After coming to terms with reality, I stood up and grabbed my .556, slinging it around my body and letting it hang in front of me. I aimed it down, looking through its sight and testing its laser again before checking the chamber. Good to go. Next, I adjusted the night vision set to my head before picking up my .338 and heading for the door. As I stepped outside, I let out another sigh, this one of stress. Hunting these things at night, on their own turf is never as fun, nor as easy as finishing them quickly from a distance but what choice did I have? I just wanted to get it over with.

I flipped down my goggles and switched them on, illuminating the dark field in green and white. I began my long walk across. It took me longer than expected. The speed of that monstrosity caused me to underestimate the size of the field. Each step I took was slow and quiet. I didn’t want the crunch of my feet meeting the dirt and remnants of corn stalks to disturb my hearing. If that thing made a noise, I needed to hear it. If only I could have quieted my incessant heavy, nervous breathing too.

I was not even halfway to the treeline when I reached the first pool of blood, where I had shot it for the second time, and it decided to retreat. Bits of flesh were scattered about the ground, but I didn’t care to stop and look. Instead, I focussed on the blood I could see that led back into the woods.

Any experienced hunter has had to track a deer or two. It can be very frustrating. The trail isn’t always so clear, and you never know how far it has gotten. In my case, I knew this thing was still alive, and it was angry.

I continued my walk, splitting my attention between the blood trail on the ground and the treeline in front of me, scanning for movement and listening. If I was lucky enough, it would have gotten bold and tried to take me down in the field. Unfortunately, I’m not so lucky. Silently, I followed the trail until it met the woods. I stopped walking and calmed myself.

I didn’t want to go past those damn trees, but there was no avoiding it. I had a job to do. I extended the bipod of my .338 and lowered it to the ground before raising the stock of my other rifle to my shoulder. I took a deep breath and resumed my walk, now even slower and more cautious. At least now my heavy breathing would be drowned out by the sound of snapping twigs beneath my feet.

Immediately upon entering the woods, I spotted the next sight of blood. It came from a tree branch, its leaves covered in the dripping crimson liquid. I walked up to observe, only to notice more blood on the branch above that one. And the next. I noticed the pattern and followed each branch up, one by one, each with its leaves covered in blood. Suddenly a mass moved on top of the tree next to the one I was looking up at.

I swung my rifle up, pointing above me at the top of the trees. The mass turned and into view came two glowing eyes, like white lights in my night vision. It opened its mouth again to let out another deafening scream but I raised my rifle and took aim. Its scream was cut short by a bang from my barrel and the thud of the rounds meeting flesh. I was only able to squeeze half a dozen rounds off before it leaped away, to the tops of the neighboring trees.

I kept shooting as it jumped from one tree to another, though within seconds it was out of my line of sight. I charged through the woods after it and watched it leap impossible distances, shaking trees so hard I thought some might snap. All the while I kept trying and failing, to line up a clean shot. The ones I did manage to squeeze off were either misses or ineffective.

Even at the full-on sprint that I managed to sustain for a good few minutes, I was barely able to keep up. I almost abandoned the chase entirely before I saw an opportunity. There was a clearing ahead. A trail. The distance across was far too wide for it to jump. It took a sharp right once it realized this and began jumping from tree to tree along the trail. I rushed into the opening before kneeling to line up a shot. I followed it with my sights, tracking the timing of each leap, and letting t it land and leap once more before it settled on a new tree. I shot off two more rounds as it braced to leap again.

They were perfectly placed and its body tumbled in the air and crashed violently to the ground. Having lined up my sight, I squeezed the trigger again to hear the absence of a gunshot, replaced by the click of the firing pin in the empty chamber. I screamed curses at myself as I quickly exchanged magazines. By the time I looked up, the body was already gone.

I got to my feet and continued down the trail at a jog-like pace with my rifle at the ready. I was beginning to get frustrated more than anything. I’ve put dozens of these things in the ground before, I didn’t understand why was I having such a hard time with this one. As I approached a curve in the trail, I slowed my pace and brought the stock of my rifle back to my shoulder. I approached the curve from the outside of the trail, trying to get a clear view of what was beyond when my head violently snapped to the left.

My vision went suddenly dark and it took me a few moments to realize that I wasn't dead, nor was I unconscious. Something hit my night vision goggles and knocked them clear off of my head, breaking the mount they sat on. My eyes were only beginning to adapt to the dark when another object came flying towards my head, narrowly missing as it whistled forcefully past my ear. It was a rock, around the size of a football. I couldn’t help but glance behind me in astonishment at the object that had nearly decapitated me before turning my attention back to what threw it.

Sure enough, there it was. Standing behind the trees at the corner of the path. I let my anger take control and began to fire rapidly at its torso. My disregard for accuracy hardly mattered at this range. Regrettably, it meant I was now closer than I would have liked and it began to charge. I landed shot after shot. Blood spurted from its back and painted the tree branches and leaves that it passed as it barreled toward me.

Again, my magazine went empty. Instead of bothering to reload a new one, I quickly drew my Glock and continued my rapid fire on the beast. It broke into the clearing and fell to all fours before it leaped forward and ran as it had done in the field. It closed the distance between us in seconds.

A hand clenched around my throat and I was lifted off of the ground like a feather. It kept running, past the edge of the clearing and carrying me into the woods. I continued to pepper it at point-blank range with my pistol. Between shots, I could hear its hysterical laughter directed at my futile efforts. Its face smiled with a look of sadistic insanity.

I continued shooting until my magazine went dry and I was stuck with an empty gun. With nothing else I could do, I began to beat its face with the empty pistol. This seemed to piss it off. It violently threw me through the air. I felt my body snap dozens of branches before I met the ground and rolled uncontrollably.

Recovering quickly, I grasped the rifle still slung around me and replaced the empty magazine with a new one. It was mere feet away from me when I started to fire. I got a few shots off before it grabbed my arm. This time I whipped the barrel of my rifle up, clubbing it hard across the face. It let out a short, irritated scream. I thrust my barrel at the top of its head, knocking it back as it emitted another angry grunt. It reached up with its left arm and tried to grab the barrel before half of its fingers were blown off by my next shot. It recoiled its arm in pain before swinging it back at me.

Upon contact, my rifle flew out of my hands and the sling came undone from my body as it was thrown far into the woods behind me. I attempted to retreat before he grabbed me with his right hand, and what remained of his left around my neck. Again, I was picked up and it carried me, this time only a short distance to a tree. My back cracked as I was slammed into the bark.

It looked up at me and smiled again.

“We killed our sinners, we brought justice to our land. We brought justice for God”

I ignored its foul speech, lifting an arm and hooking it across the face with a firm punch. It had no effect.

“You are all sinners, and you will die for your sins as they did”

Again, I struggled and pummeled its face with everything I could muster but it still did nothing.

“Now go and burn in the lake of fire”

It shouted, before laughing with a dozen sadistic voices all coming from its mouth.

It opened its mouth and its jaw was once again stretched to what should be an impossible level. It lowered me until I was level with it. It moved its open mouth toward my head, shaking with rage. Its teeth now inches from my face. Its breath, foul. With my left arm, I drew my knife, slashing it across the chest before plunging it into its neck. I hooked a punch with my right arm that finally caused it to stumble. It wound up its own punch and let it loose. I narrowly escaped, ducking out of the way before its fist met the tree and went right through, splitting it in half before the wood tumbled to the ground.

I took this opportunity to draw my .357. He recovered from its punch and faced me, pulling the knife from its neck and letting blood spurt and gush. It stared me down as it slowly approached, ready to deliver its finishing blow.

Its head was shaking now, harder than ever in anger, its mouth hung open to half its capacity where it showed its rows of rotting human teeth. I raised my revolver and attempted to steady my sights but I was too shaky. I quickly collected myself. Inhale. Exhale. The front sight became level with the rear. Squeeze.

The recoil caused the gun to rise enough for me to get a look at the damage. I clipped its mouth, in the corner of its jaw. It hung open, with one side detached completely. It wailed in pain as it gargled its blood and crumbled to the ground. I aimed again, cocking the hammer. Squeeze. With the second round, I detached its jaw completely.

“Let’s see you bite me now, fucker”

I painfully muttered with anger. It dropped my knife and was now laying flat on its back, breathing heavily. I approached, cocking the revolver again as I did. It reached out with its mangled hand but I kicked it away before placing my barrel to its skull. Squeeze. And then silence.

After dragging the body back to the field, I spent the next few hours retrieving my lost and damaged equipment, as well as tediously finding every one of my cameras. I then retrieved my vehicle and drove it to the edge of the field. There was just one more thing to do.

I opened my trunk and pulled out the metallic box. I don’t understand why they make these things so goddamn heavy. I opened it and placed the corpse inside before securing the extremely heavy-duty lock. Next was the hole. It wasn’t easy digging after I had been roughed up and tossed around by an undead religious maniac with superhuman strength, but at least this was the last thing I had to do.

I finished digging the hole, placed the metal casket inside, and covered it up. From there, I collected my equipment, packed it up, and took off. Supposedly there’s a cleanup crew that comes in after we’re done with these missions and destroys any bizarre evidence.

I suspect they take the body as well. Where do they take it? What do they do with it? I have no clue but I’ve been strictly reminded to not ask questions on the matter and to just stick to doing my job. Still, I always find myself wondering.

What I have even more questions about is why these things exist in the first place. What the hell is going on? Why them? Why now? Has this been going on for longer than I know? Am I being lied to? What happens next, in the future, if this keeps going on? It’s only been getting worse. They’ve only been popping up more and more frequently. When does it end? Does it end?

I have more questions than I do answers but what I can tell you is that this problem isn’t going away anytime soon. It’s only going to get worse. There are only going to be more of them, not less. The death toll will only continue to rise. People are going to find out sooner or later. It might as well be now. Maybe we will stop them. Maybe this will all come to an end one day, or maybe we are the ones who are all going to meet our end. Either way, I’ll be there to see it.
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2023.03.25 05:01 67SuperReverb If Iron Maiden played a Taylor Swift-format setlist (44 songs grouped by album)

Taylor Swift is playing FORTY-FOUR songs per night on her current tour.
It is broken down by album, with one surprise song.
So the rules are:
I'll start:
-Brave New World- The Wicker Man The Ghost of the Navigator Brave New World Blood Brothers
-Dance of Death- Wildest Dreams Rainmaker Dance of Death
-Somewhere in Time- Caught Somewhere In Time Wasted Years The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner Alexander The Great
-No Prayer- Run Silent Run Deep
-Virtual XI- Futureal The Clansman
-Piece of Mind- Where Eagles Dare Revelations The Trooper
-Senjutsu- Senjutsu The Parchment
-Powerslave- Churchill's Speech/Aces High Powerslave 2 Minutes to Midnight
-The Final Frontier- El Dorado When The Wild Wind Blows
-Killers- The Ides of March Killers
-Surprise Song- Rime of the Ancient MarineNo More Lies/TailgunneWrathchild
-The X Factor- Sign of the Cross Lord of the Flies Man on the Edge
-AMOLAD- Different World For The Greater Good of God
-Seventh Son- Moonchild Can I Play With Madness The Evil That Men Do
-The Book Of Souls- If Eternity Should Fail The Red and the Black Tears of a Clown
-Fear of the Dark- Fear of the Dark
-Iron Maiden- Phantom of the Opera Iron Maiden
-Number of the Beast- The Number of the Beast Hallowed Be Thy Name Run to the Hills
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2023.03.25 04:53 BubblegumFish2 Twice-Exceptional? Gifted and ADHD or just Gifted and Lazy? Please help.

I apologize in advance for this being so long. A TL;DR is at the end. If this kind of post is not allowed, I apologize as well.
I was wondering if anybody had any advice regarding whether it is worth seeking out a diagnosis, as I think that I might potentially have ADHD. However, at the same time, I don't really know if I do. I could just be lazy. I'm going to list some examples of things that I do that maybe could be caused by ADHD, and if anybody has insight that would be incredibly helpful. I am a minor so I would need to talk to or ask my parents about getting a diagnosis, but they are kinda judgy and are sort of the type of people that believe ADHD is just a label for problem kids and not something that could ever possibly impact their child.
I do tend to lose/misplace things reasonably often, though not super often.
I do tend to lose my train of thought more than I feel I should.
When I was younger, I apparently made disruptive noises in class and the teacher told my parent that they considered sending me to the principal's office (they didn't actually though). However, I got a new glasses prescription and apparently that caused me to stop being disruptive? However, in that same grade the school admin also created a special plan for what to do with me when I finished all my work early because I am "gifted" (gifted is in quotes because I feel like half the people I know are designated "gifted") and would finish all my work in half the time. So maybe it wasn't ADHD but just a bored gifted kid acting out.
I used to interrupt people quite a bit when they were talking. I have been working on not interrupting people over the past few months and think I have made very significant improvements and don't really interrupt people anymore. If this is something I have been able to mostly resolve myself, then maybe I don't really have ADHD?
I have mentioned my concerns somewhat to my mom in the past (in passing, I didn't want to deal with her judgement if I actually said that I thought I might have ADHD) and she expressed the sentiment that "all smart people are like that -- our brains just can't work at such high levels all the time" (I'm paraphrasing) and expressed the sentiment that she somewhat felt the same way. I know ADHD runs in families, so either we're both normal, or maybe we both have ADHD and my never-diagnosed mom is now dismissing me because she thinks it's normal?
***The biggest problem I have is a complete and utter inability to force myself to sit down and work most of the time, i.e. do homework or study. I used to LOVE school as a younger kid but have always hated homework. I had very little homework in elementary school, so this was never a problem, but since middle school I have been steadily getting more homework. Something that happened today is that I came home with a plan to get a ton of homework done (I created a whole list of what assignments I was going to do when this weekend -- I often create lists of what I need to do and when I should do it) and instead I wasted the last 9 hours doing absolutely, positively nothing productive. I could have just gotten 9 hours of homework done, and I didn't. I feel extremely guilty. The same thing happened over spring break. I had grand plans to be super productive, and I got next to nothing done despite having ample time and having made a plan. I just didn't follow the plan. And I feel guilty. I know one of the common signs of ADHD is bad grades, but my grades are actually still great. I have straight A's, quite a few AP classes, and am ranked near the top of my class. I got 99th percentile scores on both the ACT and SAT without really trying (I did a couple free online practice tests, but that was it). The problem is that I don't have very much time for extracurriculars or fun things because I waste time on random unproductive things I don't even care about, making it so that my little remaining time has to be spent on homework, and I don't have much time to do fun things. This sort of procrastination has been a problem for at least the past 3 or 4 years (I know ADHD is present from birth, but it's possible I just didn't have enough responsibilities/things going on for it to be problematic before then -- if ADHD is even what I have), and I feel like I've wasted my high school experience because of it. HOWEVER, (barring distracting people talking while I'm trying to focus, etc.) I tend to have to trouble focusing in class (unless it's boring, but most people zone out a little when it's boring). If I can focus in class but not at home maybe I am just lazy. Or maybe the pressure to appear like a good student to my teachers (gotta love seeking external validation) outweighs the ADHD? A lot of my teachers think I'm the bee's knees (giftedness outweighs the lack of studying) and I don't want to disappoint them. Anyways, I hate how much time I waste and the guilt I feel for knowing I'm capable of more, but just being unable to force myself to do anything about it.
I generally work far better with strict time limits, i.e. the test proctor says we have 60 mins to complete the section and I know that I actually only have 60 mins. Saying "I will finish this worksheet in the next 30 minutes" does me no good.
Sometimes I sit on chairs weird. Like, I'll sit criss-cross apple sauce on chairs.
I am largely unable to filter out external noise/other people talking, making people talking while I'm trying to work extremely distracting. I also don't like complete silence.
I've gone though some phases of being obsessed with double-checking/making sure all my assignments are perfect. I don't know if this is an ADHD thing or if it's a result of being a gifted kid that teachers expect lots from. I feel like ADHD generally (?) results in more sloppiness and mistakes, so IDK. I feel like my "giftedness" and related factors might mask/modify a lot of traditional ADHD symptoms.
Once when I was pretty little I saved a cookie all day because I wanted to eat it at the beach when we got to the beach. I feel like this is contrary to ADHD's supposed lack of impulse control. But maybe early maturity due to giftedness outweighed the ADHD?
Edit: I also just remembered that when I was little (I don't really do it much anymore) I used to flap my arms really fast by rotating them at the elbow and letting my wrist be lax. I don't really think I ever did it at school though because kids would probably think I'm weird. So IDK if it counts as stimming if I could shut if off at school. Also, I used to (and sort of still do) rub my palms with my thumbs sometimes. IDK why/haven't specifically noticed any correlation.
TL;DR: Read the paragraph marked ***
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2023.03.25 04:35 Simply_Mar How do you guys feel about Lana reusing lyrics/metaphors in DYKTTATUOB

I've noticed a lot of the same lines being used across multiple songs, for example
In Margaret, the chorus is consistently repeating "When you know, you know" then in Paris, Texas she sings the EXACT same line over and over, again as part of the chorus
In Fishtail she sings about having her hair braided ("Don't you dare say that you'll braid my hair, babe") then in Peppers she sings about braiding hair again ("you can braid my hair, do a fat criss cross in the back somewhere")
In Kintsugi she sings "That's how the light shines in" many times then in Let the light in she obviously is singing about light again and how it's coming in.
Then theres obviously how she literally used Venice Bitch from NFR again as the second half to Taco Truck instead of creating new lyrics there.
So theres 2 ways i think we can interpret this. 1) it's her way of showing that the entire album is connected and trying to make a full circle moment with her songs OR 2) it's somewhat lazy writing/using what you've already come up with again in again to not have to make new unique lyrics rendering songs to sound quite similar to one another.
At the end of the day, if i were to write the lyric "when you know you know" 50% of you will think i'm referring to Paris, Texas and the other 50 will think of Margaret since this is the main chorus in literally both songs. Idk i'm kind of leaning towards the latter interpretation. I love seeing brilliant song writing and reusing the same metaphors multiple times just feels like a cheap way to do it. What do you guys think?
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2023.03.25 03:50 USAFThrowaway303- AITB for more-or-less forcing my veteran friend to open up about his worst experience in the military?

Posted here because it was removed from AITA. And I know the title sounds awful, but I need people to hear the full story before they make any judgement.
Last weekend, I went out drinking with my friend, J. J and I are both Iraq War veterans; I was a Captain in the Air Force (as you can all tell by my username), while J was a Marine corporal. We met at a veteran get-together years after we left the military, and nowadays we play in a band together.
Our night out started with a lot of laughs, but after a few drinks, we got really sentimental and heartfelt about our military experiences. I opened up to him about some of the trauma that I had endured during the war. I'm not going to go into detail about it, but it did leave gaping mental wounds that I still struggle with to this day.
After I told my story, I goaded J and urged him to open up, vet-to-vet, about his worst moment in the military. J initially hesitated, but I won him over, and he shared his story. My goodness. I am not going to specify what exactly he said. All I can say is that there was a lot of violence, there was a lot of death, and it was far worse than anything I ever experienced during my time in uniform.
J eventually started crying, and at first I didn't know what to do, because this was the first time I've ever seen this tough, badass son of a bitch cry before. I told him, in a brotherly manner, to chin up. But that didn't help at all. J did stop crying soon, and we called it a night and headed home. I gave J a hug and a handshake before he got into his cab.
A few days later, I got a knock on my door. I opened it, and it was J's girlfriend. She was furious beyond belief. She told me that I crossed a line, a line that even she understands even though she's never served before. After yelling at me for what seemed like an eternity, she left. Before she got into her car, she very sarcastically, derisively told me "thank you for your service". I know I instigated this whole mess, but her disrespect offended me so much that I unfriended and blocked her on Facebook. She's just another bleeding-heart leftist who, like I said, has never served a day in uniform.
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2023.03.25 02:56 BdaGrace Things that have helped me cope (fractured fibula)

While I realize that not everyone has the financial means to afford everything I am about to suggest, take from it what you will. My physically challenged daughter has always said “being disabled is expensive”. But since fracturing my fibula three weeks ago and having my lower leg entrapped by a fiberglass cast, otherwise known as a modern torture advice, I have learned a few things. And bought more than a few things. I have been amazed at how often I have thought “I wish I had something I had that did X”. And there it is on Amazon – something that does X. Disclaimer: I don’t work for Amazon and am not being paid anything for this – it’s just where I found what I needed.
1) Crutches hurt. After a couple of days on them I knew I was in trouble. My hands and underarms were bruised and I was terrified of slipping or falling backwards. And my cat was petrified by them. So I bought a knee scooter. About CAD180 on Amazon. I added a silly-looking basket and a gel cushion to save my knee and my life has been immeasurably improved. The biggest danger now is running over my cat, who is not the slightest bit afraid of it and keeps lying down behind me. I suspect I’ll be able to sell the scooter and its accoutrements when I’m done with it. 2) I was strongly advised at the Fracture Clinic that I should NEVER stick anything down my cast as I could injure my skin with it and possibly cause a dangerous infection. After developing an itch under the cast which resulted in a claustrophobic panic attack, I had my daughter bring me a chopstick. Just having it around calmed me and I rarely used it. Only problem – it’s too short. Back to Amazon. Bought a pair of flexible 18-inch plastic wands with knobbles (technical term) on the ends designed for gently rubbing away itches. No sharp edges and hopefully I’m not stupid enough to keep scratching til I bleed. About CAD20. 3) They also told me not to bother trying to shower. Very risky to get damp inside the cast, as it can cause skin issues and subsequent infection. Use dry shampoo, do my best with a damp washcloth, yadda, yadda. I’m someone who likes to shower once a day, wash my hair at least every other. I was miserable. I found what I can only describe as a giant leg condom on Amazon, with a small rubber hole at the top that snaps tight around the thigh and keeps the water out. (CAD36) But first I wrap a large plastic bag around my cast, tucking it into the top. After that a dishtowel, tucked down the top of the cast as well to absorb any drops that get as far as my leg. The giant condom goes over the top of that. So far I’ve had four showers and the cast has remained perfectly dry. 4) I am lucky enough to have a walk-in shower, and I bought one of those old-people shower stools to sit on under the spray. Works like a charm. 5) The fiberglass of the cast can destroy your bed sheets. I only have one set of sheets and I don’t want them destroyed. To the rescue – cast socks that cover the cast and zip at the top. CAD50 for a set of two. I would venture to suggest that you might get the same, albeit slightly noisier, result from a plastic bag with an elastic band around it. Worth a try. 6) And for anyone in a cold climate worried about frostbitten toes when you’re out and about, they sell a cast sock toe cover with a strap that clips around the heel for about CAD30. It also helps keep the bottom of the cast clean.
So there you go. Hope some of this helps any of you with a similar injury. And if anyone has any other suggestions I’d love to hear them!
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Hello, I'm looking for a music video for a specific song. From what I can remember, the song is a metalcore/post-hard-core song. In the music video, it starts at night with a guy(wearing a cap, black windbreaker, cargo shorts and had gauges in his ear)looking at a flyer for a local show. He walks to the venue and the music starts to play (guitar riff plays as the drums come in). He walks up a flight of stairs and throws the admission money to the girl collecting the fee's face. He then stands infront of the camera and crosses his arms. The music and video cuts and the next Frame is the band. The first lyrics (which I can't remember) are chanted and the band continues to play. As the band plays, there are shots of the band members themselves (4 members in total). I don't recall what the drummer or front man looks like, but the bassist looked like a young Jonah hill as Hal Stewart from megamind. The guitarist had a Caesar haircut with a cream/ brown thermal. He look a bit buff as well. As the music video goes, there are shots of the guy we saw in the beginning and the front man face to face, almost as if the front man is trying to prove to the unimpressed man of how good they were. Towards the end of the song, there's a slow buildup as the band members look defeated. Only the guitar is played. After this slow buildup, they chant something again as the breakdown starts. At this moment, a crowd appears and starts to two step. The bassist starts to two step for his life (he's all red and sweating). The guitarist is more chill with his twostep, he more like bouncing. After a few more shots of the band and the crowd two Stepping, the song ends and it's a reverse shot of what we saw in the music video.
A few more details, I found this sound around 2011-2013. Found it on youtube but since their search algorithm is so bad now, I can't seem to find it.
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2023.03.25 02:09 throwaway2467844 Caelum Humanitatis Est

The Discovery of the Planet Caelum shattered Humanity's knowledge of physics and nature. It was the pinnacle of Exploration and the crew who set foot on it saw what could only be described as Paradise.
Lush Forests were spread amply across the planet, dozens of exotic species roamed the vast fields gracefully. The Night Sky was nothing short of an almighty goddess presenting her beauty for all living things to witness. However, despite the Marvels that Caelum already had to offer, all of them were trumped by the Floating islands of the Aphrodite Region, hundreds of great natural occurrences all stationary in mid air, the Humans spent months admiring it, stars in their eyes.
Unbeknownst to the Humans, they were far from alone on this Heaven. For thousands of years a good few species had been developing, entire Empires lay claim to the spectacles Caelum had to offer. The Humans touched ground on Caelum shortly after a great discovery was made. This was not of the Isaac Newton discovering Gravity style discovery, but of a great new Incantation. The Uillo charm allowed the sentient species of Caelum to massively boost their Harvests.
The beings that settled this world would never go hungry again, they had cheated Death, and Death raised them: The Human.
The Moment Humanity touched the surface of Caelum, the natural order of the world was shifted. All beings with Magical Potential inside of them felt it. A Void. Something unnatural that was not allowing the Natural Magic of Caelum to pass like a wind. The Great Expedition was sent to investigate this void of Magic.
Two years they travelled, only to find structures not of Caelum, buildings stretching far into the Sky, the Humans approached them Warily, they then realised that these invaders were the cause of the shift in Nature. They attacked the Human Settlement and killed hundreds. They then destroyed the buildings. Despite all of their fancy ways of life, they were no match for their Incantations, Order was Restored.
The Humans were persistent, they claimed their lands, and soon, more arrived. The Settlers of Caelum, the Peytioal, the Yiahi and the Lihk, banded together to remove the stain that dared colonise their Holy World. Thousands of Sorcerers marched upon them, there, they burnt them to the ground again, killing hundreds of families.
The Humans returned. Not as settlers this time, but as Death’s Vile Fist. They floated above the sky, beams of blue light rained down on their cities, turning their houses to mere piles of ash and their walls to pebbles. Then their soldiers arrived, and the Battle Begun. Millions of beings collectively uniting to fight off the invaders, and hundreds of thousands of Humans fighting for a Home to raise their young on. The fields of Caelum were stained red.
The Humans were impossible to predict, they all spoke differently, in completely different languages and accents, each one fought differently, they each bore a different flag, of red and white stripes with Stars, of a Red and White Cross and a myriad of others. They sometimes launched themselves in the thousands, sometimes only a handful would take cities rapidly, sometimes it was not even a Human at all. Missiles flew at them, wreaking havoc upon all that found themselves in their way, but even that was rivalled. Whenever they found themselves on the very brink of victory, it would happen. An object would zip by faster than sound, creating a boom as it went, and a lump of metal would fall from the sky. The very fabric of the World they stood on tore itself apart as a plume of fire and anguish rose into the atmosphere. They referred to it as Death’s Duster, as it would wipe cities off the face of Caelum without the Humans ever having the raise their rifle. The aftermath was worse, in the end of Death’s Duster, the dead are the Lucky Ones. A slow and painful end met the survivors as they perished in agony, burning without a fire and vomiting their insides. Caelum’s Spirit faded as more of these were dropped. Even when Humanity lost, they won.
Peace came to them after they fought for a generation, the ones that survived were bounded by chains and stepped on by the Cruel boot of Death’s Favourite Pet, his Sentinel, his Lightbringer. The Humans tore Caelum by the seams as the Ages went, a cruel revenge for the 1,000 killed by the ancestors of those Forsaken to Humanity’s will. Humanity poisoned Caelum just like they did their Home, it was an efficient way of getting Revenge, they left after a few hundred years, abandoning their playthings and leaving them to a Graveyard of Gods, the Islands had fallen, rotting carcasses lay in the hundreds on the dead horizon, and in that moment, all they could ever ask, an annoyance to the Humans, was this: “Why Us?”
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2023.03.25 01:47 YumMangojuice Omega Aqua Terra strap for thin wrists

I just got a VSF Aqua Terra in white dial and blue hands with the blue nylon strap. The strap is too big for my 6" wrists (unfortunately the whole watch is on the bulkier side but that's a separate issue).
I'm considering replacing with a blue rubber AT strap from Ali Express - does anyone have any experience with these on thinner wrists?
If I get a blue leather strap, any particular sizing tips I should be aware of to remove the deployant clasp from my current band and put it on the replacement?
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