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ChatGPT weighs in serial snaker, Cellium
2023.03.29 22:14 uppresents ChatGPT weighs in serial snaker, Cellium
Clayster, the veteran Call of Duty player, was up against Cellium, a young rising star known for his aggressive playstyle. The map was El Bagra Fortress, a narrow and intense urban battleground. Clayster's team had the upper hand for most of the match, but Cellium started to catch up by abusing a controversial technique: snaking.
As Cellium moved around the map in a prone position, quickly zigzagging from side to side, Clayster became increasingly frustrated. He had been playing Call of Duty professionally for over a decade, and he saw snaking as a cheap trick that changed the game in a negative way. In his view, Call of Duty was about positioning, map awareness, and gunplay, not about exploiting a broken mechanic.
Clayster decided to take matters into his own hands. He switched to a weapon with a high rate of fire, aimed down his sights, and waited for Cellium to come around the corner. When Cellium appeared, snaking towards him, Clayster opened fire. The bullets hit Cellium's upper body, causing him to flinch and lose his rhythm. Clayster continued to shoot, finally taking Cellium down.
The crowd erupted in cheers and applause. Clayster had made a statement: he was not going to let snaking ruin the game he loved. Cellium, on the other hand, was visibly frustrated. He knew he had been outplayed by a veteran who refused to play dirty.
After the match, Clayster and Cellium shook hands. "You're a good player," Clayster said. "But you don't need to rely on snaking to win. Trust me, I've been there."
Cellium nodded, acknowledging the lesson he had just learned. From that day on, he started to experiment with new playstyles and strategies, determined to become a better player without relying on snaking. And Clayster, true to his old dog ways, continued to show the young guns how it's done, always adapting and evolving, but never compromising his values.
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As Cellium moved around the map in a prone position, quickly zigzagging from side to side, Clayster became increasingly frustrated. He had been playing Call of Duty professionally for over a decade, and he saw snaking as a cheap trick that changed the game in a negative way. In his view, Call of Duty was about positioning, map awareness, and gunplay, not about exploiting a broken mechanic.
Clayster decided to take matters into his own hands. He switched to a weapon with a high rate of fire, aimed down his sights, and waited for Cellium to come around the corner. When Cellium appeared, snaking towards him, Clayster opened fire. The bullets hit Cellium's upper body, causing him to flinch and lose his rhythm. Clayster continued to shoot, finally taking Cellium down.
The crowd erupted in cheers and applause. Clayster had made a statement: he was not going to let snaking ruin the game he loved. Cellium, on the other hand, was visibly frustrated. He knew he had been outplayed by a veteran who refused to play dirty.
After the match, Clayster and Cellium shook hands. "You're a good player," Clayster said. "But you don't need to rely on snaking to win. Trust me, I've been there."
Cellium nodded, acknowledging the lesson he had just learned. From that day on, he started to experiment with new playstyles and strategies, determined to become a better player without relying on snaking. And Clayster, true to his old dog ways, continued to show the young guns how it's done, always adapting and evolving, but never compromising his values.
2023.03.29 22:11 VegetableEconomy6956 Please help my sad sad baby
 | I picked up this formosae-type dendrobium at an orchid show recently. It was the first show I had ever gone to and I heard it's rude to check the roots at a show so I didn't, but I wish I had because when I got it home I realized the few roots it has are super dead. :( As you can see, the canes are in pretty sad condition and the rhizome area is a total bummer. I've had it sitting on moist sphagnum moss for about ten days so far (during which the leaves started to go yellow) trying to get it to cheer up and put out new roots. I'm new to dendrobiums so I'm pretty out of my depth on this one and I didn't cut anything away just in case. Any and all help greatly appreciated! submitted by VegetableEconomy6956 to orchids [link] [comments] |
2023.03.29 22:09 PoorDoddle How can I(19m) let my busy friend(18f) know I genuinely love and appreciate her and I am proud of her.
I am sorry if this sounds weird but I am autistic and can't really understand emotions. So I(19m) have this friend(18f) whom I really love and she is both really busy and going through a hard time. I already tell her these things but I feel like when you keep saying the same things they lose their impact. I just want her to know that I actually mean these things and I don't just say them as a way to cheer her up or something like that. I am thinking of getting her a gift because when she had a surgery I got her a plushie and she really loved it. But at the same time I feel like it would become obnoxious quite quickly. At the moment I send her those weirdly cute photoshopped animal photoshoping they make her feel better even if it is for a single second. I would greatly appreciate any advice.
TLDR: I am looking for ways to express my genuinely feelings to the said person.
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TLDR: I am looking for ways to express my genuinely feelings to the said person.
2023.03.29 22:09 TheMauveOfIronGrove stop telling me to never change
even colloquially. I can't not change, it goes against being human. I gotta learn from my actions. Imagine a world where nothing changed. As in nothing at all. Time would be frozen. I constantly want to change for her, but she’s constantly telling me that it’s fine I don’t make a lot of money. She didn’t care about my appearance. Every time I see her, it only solidifies that I’m her biggest fan. And out of my periphery there she was. She looked so breathtaking with her black hair swaying, laced with new red braids. Her coat matched her highlights so perfectly, for a second it looked like they were connected. She had a teal scarf and black jeans and teal boots. She’s an extremely talented artist and that outfit screams creative and bold. She’d been gaining fame lately, as she should. She’s a true genius. I felt a bit inadequate with my probably illegal grey Champion hoodie, ripped jeans, and off-brand sneakers. I hope she doesn’t mind. I've been struggling to make ends meet so bad I had to sell all my good stuff. But I was so excited about this date that I came anyway.
“Hi Cas.” she had a soft smile.
The smile she uses to deliver bad news. I saw her use it last week when she had to tell her museum director she wouldn’t be able to deliver a project this month.
“What’s wrong Rita?”
“Cas,” she sighs, “you’re the sweetest of them all. I hope you never change.”
She always says that, and knows why I don’t like it. I just feel like something is very different here.
“Is a park date okay? I know you said you just wanted to talk so I hope it’s quiet enough here. You look amazing by the way, the color palette is phenomenal.”
She holds out a piece of paper, “Yes, and it’s important that I give this to you.”
Before I take the page, I notice a familiar face behind her.
“Cas!” says my wife.
“Who’s that?” smiles Rita.
No no no no nononono
“Do you know her from high school? Or work? She’s very pretty.”
No way I’m dealing with my wife and my girlfriend. I spin on my heel and start to bolt away from them. I can just explain it to them both later… somehow. I’ll figure it out. Suddenly though, I catch myself stumbling at what's in front of me.
"It's torture seeing you run like this for eternity."
The air is suddenly heavy. Molecules that normally brush by me sit on my skin. A creature cloaked in a dark mist stands against the background of frozen time. I’m struck with terror at its appearance.
Writhing and clicking tendrils swarm from the black mist surrounding a mess of dark matter, its form ever-warping, shifting in and out of the dimension. Its voice echoes in the corners of my mind without a mouth to speak.
“I-I you what? Where? How…w-what?”
“You are back in your body right now. On Earth. And Rita there, is real. If you just talk to them instead of running, you get a second chance at life. And I hope to never see you again, I’m starting to get bored of this game with you. But you can't do that with the bias of this review, it has to be because you want to do it,”
I say nothing so he continues.
“You are revisiting a moment to achieve retribution. The only way to escape is if you accept the consequences of your actions. Until you do that, we will revisit the reasons and you will be given a chance to renegotiate. You cannot pick a new moment to relive. Each time we restart, you forget what happened the last time."
I have the strongest feeling I've heard this for centuries.
“Forget? What happens if I don’t have my memories erased? And isn't the definition of insanity repeating without changing anything? How am I supposed to learn? Didn't you say that watching me run away each time is torture for you?"
His wall of mist grows, silencing me, “Why are you questioning my motives?”
His low growl sends shivers down my spine.
“I-I think understanding… is fair, sir.”
“You want to understand my reasoning: not to be difficult, but to be fair?”
“Y-yes. Yes, O Great Powerful… um…”
“I am Chronikitimoria, God of Time.”
“Why would a God choose me, of all people, to make this deal with? What did I do to offend you so much?”
“I’m more so saving you.”
“Saving me? Why would a Time God want to save me? I don’t understand sir, Chronikitimoria, sir.”
“I have already told you all you need to know. There is no point in explaining the intricacies of my realm or reasoning to you.”
“I at least deserve to know why you’re putting me through this!” I shout, immediately regretting it as his tendrils lash out at me.
They wind around my arms, legs, and torso. Clicking as they tighten, I realize they resemble the seconds ticking on a clock. And it’s louder in my ears from over here.
“You don’t deserve anything, adulterer. But this is the first time you’ve inquired. I will tell you what your special circumstance is. Can you guess how rare it is to find a being whose death in one instance can be avoided by changing one thing?”
“Uncommon?” I guess, staying as still as I can out of fear. I was guessing struggling against him will only piss him off even more.
“Very uncommon. It happens once every 3 million years. In all of human history, I have only seen it once. You. You are a coward and run away and always die in some way. The only way you survive is when you go against your nature and stay right where you are.”
I feel slapped by the reality check, and the mist stinging my eyes just rubs salt in the wound.
“My only goal is to oversee the events following,” he trails off, I assume because he doesn’t want to let on what he knows, or maybe what he doesn’t know. “You humans can be unpredictable.”
“So I don’t really have much of a choice except… don’t run away?”
I’m met with silence, but the tendrils around me start to loosen and the clicking gets softer.
“Okay, let me try again.”
“That’s something that never changes,” he says with a hint of exhaustion.
And I hear a snap.
Stop telling me to never change. It- wait. You know what else goes against being human? Being in a time loop.
Chromatophore must’ve forgotten to erase my memories this time around. I’m probably never going to get another chance like this. Unless he planned this? I wrap my hands around my biceps for some comfort. I can still feel the tendrils and mist… no… I can’t think about that right now. My wife and Rita are going to walk up any second. From last time, both would assume the other is just a friend, but this time both of them are going to find out the truth. They’re both too smart to believe any lie I can come up with in the next five minutes. I know I should just come clean right away.
“Cas!” Rita exclaims, almost singing. Why is she more excited to see me this time?
“Rita! Hello.” I give a slight wave as she hurries over to me.
“I have great news!” she holds out the paper from before, “I finally figured out my exhibition!”
Her exhibition? The week before this, she didn’t have anything finished to turn in.
I open the page, “When impressionism was introduced as a new media, the majority of critics claimed the paintings looked unfinished. As an homage to the brave artists who expanded it and therefore the freedom art provides, widely respected up-coming painter Rita-”
Suddenly something whips so close to my head that I get caught in its wind for a moment. I follow its trajectory and see a baseball leave a dent in the metal bench across from the other bench I was waiting on.
“WOAH!” Rita giggles, “Lucky we weren’t an inch to the left, eh?”
“Um, heh… yeah…” I mutter as my heart starts racing.
“Hey, Cas, it’s okay. Keep reading! You seemed kinda down when I was walking up, I’m really hoping this cheers you up.” she says with that adorable soft smile and a tiny shoulder shake.
“Ok,” I smile, “Super amazing, awesome multi-media artist Rita,”
“Stop! Immediately, oh my goodness Cas,” she says tapping my shoulder and kissing my cheek.
She wraps her arm around my neck and lingers there, “You haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.”
“Cas!” I hear a familiar voice, angrier than I’ve ever heard it before.
“Who’s that? Do you know her from work?” Rita asks.
“I- Rita, I’m-” I feel some sweat drip down my back and my adrenaline rushes through me pushing, begging me to run.
Ignore your nature so you survive. Ignore your nature so you survive.
“Rita, I-I’m very sorry. I haven’t been honest with you.”
“Cas?” Rita’s sad eyes make my heart curl.
I look at Darlene storm towards me and my stomach twists.
“That’s Darlene, she’s my-”
“His wife.”
My wife was pissed. She and I had been spending so much time in therapy strengthening our relationship. I was being so unfair to her, while she had the patience to spare for me. Her eyes flashed with a wish that we didn’t waste so much time in therapy for her to be tricked into falling deeper in love with me. She trusted me so much more, and instead I had been lying to her about who really was occupying my mind.
“Please guys,” I close my eyes and place my hands over them, hearing clicking and breaking all around me, “This is too much. I don’t know what to do.”
Click, rip, click click click, crack
The Earth rumbles and my eyes start to sting again. I open my eyes and fall to my knees staring at the cracked reality I see in front of me, my wife and girlfriend glitching in and out with the main break originating between them.
“Disappointing. Look at this mess. This is so much worse. I should’ve known you remembered. The timeline was off. Your wife showed up too late. Rita acted differently. The baseball…”
“I remember, I do! I’m sorry.” I sob, throwing my arms out to the side and I look up at Chronikitimoria, “Please! I don’t know what to do!”
“Enough. I’ve already made my decision. Do you have any confidence you can fix either relationship?”
“Yes! Yes. Please, give me a chance. I could even fix both!”
He laughs, a slow, airless, overlapping laugh, “No. You can’t”
Chronikitimoria outlines the two glitching women in front of me. The majority of his tendrils coil around my wife.
“Darlene, your devoted wife.”
He motions the misty twines over to Rita’s side.
“Rita, a woman caught by your captivations.”
“That’s way too oversimplified to describe either.”
Chronikitimoria becomes much more aggressive than before, slamming his cirri and barbles onto the pavement surrounding me, trapping me in a cage of filament and thick mist. I cough and wipe at my eyes, desperate to see while trying to stand back up. The ground still shakes and I fall into the bars.
“YOU WILL CHOOSE ONE. And there will be no do-overs,” he commands and disappears into the crack of reality.
I stare at their frozen pictures, “I just have one question.”
Click… click… click…
“What was Rita’s idea?”
“Read the page.” Mr. Big Time echoes. Obviously done with my shit now. I wonder how terrible I was to him in previous restarts.
I look down at the paper in my hand and read the last sentence: “widely respected up-coming painter Rita will showcase half-finished realism/impressionism styles. Come view her delicate and precise works against the grit of ‘why even bother?’ Enjoy refreshments as 50% of the proceeds go to finishing local affordable housing.”
She’s a genius. I love her creativity and kindness so much. They’re qualities my wife never had.
Time comes back to life as I follow my gut, grabbing Rita’s hand.
“Rita, I love you so much. I had to go to marriage counseling to say I’d try, but you are who I want. In the back of my mind, always. I can’t love anyone else the way I love you. You are so enthralling and knowledgable and charitable. I was going to leave my wife for you, and I still will. I just couldn’t lose my chance to have you when I had it. Please Rita I can’t lose you.”
She gently pulls her hand away, “You are pathetic. Our relationship is built on a lie, and so many calculated decisions. That she and I were never included on.”
“If you wanted an open relationship, I had begun to trust you enough to be comfortable talking about it. I loved our relationship, I thought we were so transparent with each other. Where did you even find the time for her?” Darlene flatly, and softly adds in. Clearly feeling defeated, a single tear falls down her face.
“Cas, don’t compare people to each other. I don’t like being the cause of people feeling inferior. I didn’t know you were this emotionally unintelligent. I’m thankful I got to see this now and not later. Lady, I am so sorry about this. You deserve so much better,” she pats my wife’s shoulder and takes the exhibition document out of my hand, and gives it to her, “come to my showing and I’ll make sure you get the guest of honor treatment. It’s the least I can do.”
I shudder at the eyes she gives me, “I don’t want to see you anywhere near it or anywhere around me ever again.”
My eyes sting again and I unconsciously look around for the mist. Instead, I realize the venom in her voice brought tears to my eyes. Rita walked away from the both of us, allowing for our privacy.
“I really believed you Cas. I really thought we were doing great. And this whole time, you were cheating on me. Either you’re a great actor, or I’m the oblivious wife who thought all that love you suddenly showed for me the last three months was mine and the result of our emotional labor. I’m happy you found someone you love more than me. If love to you is comparable like that, then you are not the person I thought you were. Or who I wanted to explore more with. My favorite part about all of this is she has enough self-respect to hate you now. But because I still love you, at least in some way, I hope you learn from this. I know how much you love learning from your mistakes.” and with that, she left my life too.
I do think I’ve learned my lesson. I bit off more than I could chew, a bit too close to the sun. I was put in a time loop by a Time God for who knows how long. I still jump a little bit when I see twisty branches around a shadowed alleyway. Ticking clocks are a constant reminder of how I had it so good, and could’ve had it continue to be good- no. Enough with the self-pity. I’m not proud of how I got there, but I am proud I faced it head-on. Chronikitimoria saved my life, honestly in the worst way possible, but I’m still alive. And I will get over this heartbreak eventually. I don't even know if warning people is a good idea. The chances of this happening to anyone else is so low, and I'm ashamed of the circumstances surrounding this situation. But the world is a lot safer than it was 3 million years ago, so maybe someone else will benefit from a warning. Be careful making your bad decisions, do things that you would be proud of reliving, and I hope your instincts never fail you. The chances of finding yourself in a death-defying time loop are very very very low, but not impossible.
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“Hi Cas.” she had a soft smile.
The smile she uses to deliver bad news. I saw her use it last week when she had to tell her museum director she wouldn’t be able to deliver a project this month.
“What’s wrong Rita?”
“Cas,” she sighs, “you’re the sweetest of them all. I hope you never change.”
She always says that, and knows why I don’t like it. I just feel like something is very different here.
“Is a park date okay? I know you said you just wanted to talk so I hope it’s quiet enough here. You look amazing by the way, the color palette is phenomenal.”
She holds out a piece of paper, “Yes, and it’s important that I give this to you.”
Before I take the page, I notice a familiar face behind her.
“Cas!” says my wife.
“Who’s that?” smiles Rita.
No no no no nononono
“Do you know her from high school? Or work? She’s very pretty.”
No way I’m dealing with my wife and my girlfriend. I spin on my heel and start to bolt away from them. I can just explain it to them both later… somehow. I’ll figure it out. Suddenly though, I catch myself stumbling at what's in front of me.
"It's torture seeing you run like this for eternity."
The air is suddenly heavy. Molecules that normally brush by me sit on my skin. A creature cloaked in a dark mist stands against the background of frozen time. I’m struck with terror at its appearance.
Writhing and clicking tendrils swarm from the black mist surrounding a mess of dark matter, its form ever-warping, shifting in and out of the dimension. Its voice echoes in the corners of my mind without a mouth to speak.
“I-I you what? Where? How…w-what?”
“You are back in your body right now. On Earth. And Rita there, is real. If you just talk to them instead of running, you get a second chance at life. And I hope to never see you again, I’m starting to get bored of this game with you. But you can't do that with the bias of this review, it has to be because you want to do it,”
I say nothing so he continues.
“You are revisiting a moment to achieve retribution. The only way to escape is if you accept the consequences of your actions. Until you do that, we will revisit the reasons and you will be given a chance to renegotiate. You cannot pick a new moment to relive. Each time we restart, you forget what happened the last time."
I have the strongest feeling I've heard this for centuries.
“Forget? What happens if I don’t have my memories erased? And isn't the definition of insanity repeating without changing anything? How am I supposed to learn? Didn't you say that watching me run away each time is torture for you?"
His wall of mist grows, silencing me, “Why are you questioning my motives?”
His low growl sends shivers down my spine.
“I-I think understanding… is fair, sir.”
“You want to understand my reasoning: not to be difficult, but to be fair?”
“Y-yes. Yes, O Great Powerful… um…”
“I am Chronikitimoria, God of Time.”
“Why would a God choose me, of all people, to make this deal with? What did I do to offend you so much?”
“I’m more so saving you.”
“Saving me? Why would a Time God want to save me? I don’t understand sir, Chronikitimoria, sir.”
“I have already told you all you need to know. There is no point in explaining the intricacies of my realm or reasoning to you.”
“I at least deserve to know why you’re putting me through this!” I shout, immediately regretting it as his tendrils lash out at me.
They wind around my arms, legs, and torso. Clicking as they tighten, I realize they resemble the seconds ticking on a clock. And it’s louder in my ears from over here.
“You don’t deserve anything, adulterer. But this is the first time you’ve inquired. I will tell you what your special circumstance is. Can you guess how rare it is to find a being whose death in one instance can be avoided by changing one thing?”
“Uncommon?” I guess, staying as still as I can out of fear. I was guessing struggling against him will only piss him off even more.
“Very uncommon. It happens once every 3 million years. In all of human history, I have only seen it once. You. You are a coward and run away and always die in some way. The only way you survive is when you go against your nature and stay right where you are.”
I feel slapped by the reality check, and the mist stinging my eyes just rubs salt in the wound.
“My only goal is to oversee the events following,” he trails off, I assume because he doesn’t want to let on what he knows, or maybe what he doesn’t know. “You humans can be unpredictable.”
“So I don’t really have much of a choice except… don’t run away?”
I’m met with silence, but the tendrils around me start to loosen and the clicking gets softer.
“Okay, let me try again.”
“That’s something that never changes,” he says with a hint of exhaustion.
And I hear a snap.
Stop telling me to never change. It- wait. You know what else goes against being human? Being in a time loop.
Chromatophore must’ve forgotten to erase my memories this time around. I’m probably never going to get another chance like this. Unless he planned this? I wrap my hands around my biceps for some comfort. I can still feel the tendrils and mist… no… I can’t think about that right now. My wife and Rita are going to walk up any second. From last time, both would assume the other is just a friend, but this time both of them are going to find out the truth. They’re both too smart to believe any lie I can come up with in the next five minutes. I know I should just come clean right away.
“Cas!” Rita exclaims, almost singing. Why is she more excited to see me this time?
“Rita! Hello.” I give a slight wave as she hurries over to me.
“I have great news!” she holds out the paper from before, “I finally figured out my exhibition!”
Her exhibition? The week before this, she didn’t have anything finished to turn in.
I open the page, “When impressionism was introduced as a new media, the majority of critics claimed the paintings looked unfinished. As an homage to the brave artists who expanded it and therefore the freedom art provides, widely respected up-coming painter Rita-”
Suddenly something whips so close to my head that I get caught in its wind for a moment. I follow its trajectory and see a baseball leave a dent in the metal bench across from the other bench I was waiting on.
“WOAH!” Rita giggles, “Lucky we weren’t an inch to the left, eh?”
“Um, heh… yeah…” I mutter as my heart starts racing.
“Hey, Cas, it’s okay. Keep reading! You seemed kinda down when I was walking up, I’m really hoping this cheers you up.” she says with that adorable soft smile and a tiny shoulder shake.
“Ok,” I smile, “Super amazing, awesome multi-media artist Rita,”
“Stop! Immediately, oh my goodness Cas,” she says tapping my shoulder and kissing my cheek.
She wraps her arm around my neck and lingers there, “You haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.”
“Cas!” I hear a familiar voice, angrier than I’ve ever heard it before.
“Who’s that? Do you know her from work?” Rita asks.
“I- Rita, I’m-” I feel some sweat drip down my back and my adrenaline rushes through me pushing, begging me to run.
Ignore your nature so you survive. Ignore your nature so you survive.
“Rita, I-I’m very sorry. I haven’t been honest with you.”
“Cas?” Rita’s sad eyes make my heart curl.
I look at Darlene storm towards me and my stomach twists.
“That’s Darlene, she’s my-”
“His wife.”
My wife was pissed. She and I had been spending so much time in therapy strengthening our relationship. I was being so unfair to her, while she had the patience to spare for me. Her eyes flashed with a wish that we didn’t waste so much time in therapy for her to be tricked into falling deeper in love with me. She trusted me so much more, and instead I had been lying to her about who really was occupying my mind.
“Please guys,” I close my eyes and place my hands over them, hearing clicking and breaking all around me, “This is too much. I don’t know what to do.”
Click, rip, click click click, crack
The Earth rumbles and my eyes start to sting again. I open my eyes and fall to my knees staring at the cracked reality I see in front of me, my wife and girlfriend glitching in and out with the main break originating between them.
“Disappointing. Look at this mess. This is so much worse. I should’ve known you remembered. The timeline was off. Your wife showed up too late. Rita acted differently. The baseball…”
“I remember, I do! I’m sorry.” I sob, throwing my arms out to the side and I look up at Chronikitimoria, “Please! I don’t know what to do!”
“Enough. I’ve already made my decision. Do you have any confidence you can fix either relationship?”
“Yes! Yes. Please, give me a chance. I could even fix both!”
He laughs, a slow, airless, overlapping laugh, “No. You can’t”
Chronikitimoria outlines the two glitching women in front of me. The majority of his tendrils coil around my wife.
“Darlene, your devoted wife.”
He motions the misty twines over to Rita’s side.
“Rita, a woman caught by your captivations.”
“That’s way too oversimplified to describe either.”
Chronikitimoria becomes much more aggressive than before, slamming his cirri and barbles onto the pavement surrounding me, trapping me in a cage of filament and thick mist. I cough and wipe at my eyes, desperate to see while trying to stand back up. The ground still shakes and I fall into the bars.
“YOU WILL CHOOSE ONE. And there will be no do-overs,” he commands and disappears into the crack of reality.
I stare at their frozen pictures, “I just have one question.”
Click… click… click…
“What was Rita’s idea?”
“Read the page.” Mr. Big Time echoes. Obviously done with my shit now. I wonder how terrible I was to him in previous restarts.
I look down at the paper in my hand and read the last sentence: “widely respected up-coming painter Rita will showcase half-finished realism/impressionism styles. Come view her delicate and precise works against the grit of ‘why even bother?’ Enjoy refreshments as 50% of the proceeds go to finishing local affordable housing.”
She’s a genius. I love her creativity and kindness so much. They’re qualities my wife never had.
Time comes back to life as I follow my gut, grabbing Rita’s hand.
“Rita, I love you so much. I had to go to marriage counseling to say I’d try, but you are who I want. In the back of my mind, always. I can’t love anyone else the way I love you. You are so enthralling and knowledgable and charitable. I was going to leave my wife for you, and I still will. I just couldn’t lose my chance to have you when I had it. Please Rita I can’t lose you.”
She gently pulls her hand away, “You are pathetic. Our relationship is built on a lie, and so many calculated decisions. That she and I were never included on.”
“If you wanted an open relationship, I had begun to trust you enough to be comfortable talking about it. I loved our relationship, I thought we were so transparent with each other. Where did you even find the time for her?” Darlene flatly, and softly adds in. Clearly feeling defeated, a single tear falls down her face.
“Cas, don’t compare people to each other. I don’t like being the cause of people feeling inferior. I didn’t know you were this emotionally unintelligent. I’m thankful I got to see this now and not later. Lady, I am so sorry about this. You deserve so much better,” she pats my wife’s shoulder and takes the exhibition document out of my hand, and gives it to her, “come to my showing and I’ll make sure you get the guest of honor treatment. It’s the least I can do.”
I shudder at the eyes she gives me, “I don’t want to see you anywhere near it or anywhere around me ever again.”
My eyes sting again and I unconsciously look around for the mist. Instead, I realize the venom in her voice brought tears to my eyes. Rita walked away from the both of us, allowing for our privacy.
“I really believed you Cas. I really thought we were doing great. And this whole time, you were cheating on me. Either you’re a great actor, or I’m the oblivious wife who thought all that love you suddenly showed for me the last three months was mine and the result of our emotional labor. I’m happy you found someone you love more than me. If love to you is comparable like that, then you are not the person I thought you were. Or who I wanted to explore more with. My favorite part about all of this is she has enough self-respect to hate you now. But because I still love you, at least in some way, I hope you learn from this. I know how much you love learning from your mistakes.” and with that, she left my life too.
I do think I’ve learned my lesson. I bit off more than I could chew, a bit too close to the sun. I was put in a time loop by a Time God for who knows how long. I still jump a little bit when I see twisty branches around a shadowed alleyway. Ticking clocks are a constant reminder of how I had it so good, and could’ve had it continue to be good- no. Enough with the self-pity. I’m not proud of how I got there, but I am proud I faced it head-on. Chronikitimoria saved my life, honestly in the worst way possible, but I’m still alive. And I will get over this heartbreak eventually. I don't even know if warning people is a good idea. The chances of this happening to anyone else is so low, and I'm ashamed of the circumstances surrounding this situation. But the world is a lot safer than it was 3 million years ago, so maybe someone else will benefit from a warning. Be careful making your bad decisions, do things that you would be proud of reliving, and I hope your instincts never fail you. The chances of finding yourself in a death-defying time loop are very very very low, but not impossible.
2023.03.29 22:08 UB-01_Symbiont TIFU by attempting to clean my wound with hydrogen peroxide
This just happened a few minutes ago but, I was trying to get some dead skin off my nose because it annoys me to no end seeing it at the bottom of my vision. Like, you know when you get glitter on your nose and when the light hits it just right, you can see the glitter without needing a mirror? It's like that. So, to try to get the dead skin off, I carefully used a needle to raise it up so that I could use tweezers to peel it off. I accidentally went too far into the skin and Idk how to describe it but I scraped some live skin, causing it to feel raw but not bleed yet. Immediately, I stopped and I put peroxide on my nose, thinking it would clean out the wound. I let it sit until it stopped bubbling like my mom would do for me when I was younger. I heard that popping a pimple on your nose can lead to an infection in your brain, so to be on the safe side, I did it 2 more times. When I wiped away the peroxide from the 3rd attempt, I saw that something white had formed on my nose. No matter how much I tried rubbing it off, it wouldn't budge. Upon closer inspection, I thought it looked like chemical burn so I showed my mom and she said to just leave it alone. At the time of writing this, it has since faded but never again am I doing that, though, my nose still hurts.
TL;DR tried peeling dead skin off my nose, ended up hurting myself, tried cleaning wound with peroxide, did it 3 times and ended up with a white spot on my face. Nose still hurts but appears to be overall ok.
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TL;DR tried peeling dead skin off my nose, ended up hurting myself, tried cleaning wound with peroxide, did it 3 times and ended up with a white spot on my face. Nose still hurts but appears to be overall ok.
2023.03.29 22:06 Stanislav911 UFO visits, with teleportation and levitation, over a year.
I posted this post in the paranormal section, but since, as I noticed, people don't like to read long texts, I shortened it as much as I could. Here, in my subreddit, where few people go and even accidentally and where I describe all my topics in detail, rather as an archive of my memories, for myself, here I will add a little information to the events described.
At the beginning I will cite my text, which has already been published.
"For a long time I didn't dare to tell anyone about it, although it's been about 35 years since then. If I describe everything in detail, it would probably take several pages. So I will try to shorten my text as much as possible, focusing only on the most important moments.
At the time I lived on the fourth floor of a high-rise panel building, on the outskirts of the city, a house which was located on one of the hills.
I was about 17 years old at the time, and had a strong interest in various esoteric practices. One day I managed to acquire photocopies of black and white scans of an old book dated 1890, which described various ancient techniques, including practices from a Tibetan monastery.
Almost as soon as I started doing them various phenomena began to occur around me, which I will not dwell on here, but I want to dwell on one phenomenon, which lasted over a year almost every night. Namely.
Every night when I went to bed, 20-50 minutes later I heard a noise approaching from afar. The noise sounded like the hum of an airplane, or rather the hum of an airplane turbine. As I approached, the hum increased. At a certain point the hum was so loud that I thought my ears would burst, causing me unbearable pain. Then the hum stopped abruptly. In time, I could pinpoint the exact direction from which the hum was coming and where it stopped abruptly. Over time, I could also feel the object that was making the hum. I could describe it visually and its size. Each time this object stopped from me at a distance of about 50-100 meters. When the object stopped, the hum also immediately disappeared. Then some force against my will slowly lifted my body off the bed, maybe 20 cm or slightly higher. After that, my body slowly rotated like a compass needle, to the right and to the left, to the right and to the left, until my head was facing northeast. Whereas my bed was so arranged in the room that I lay with my head always facing west. I always had a habit of lying flat on my back with my arms along my body. If only the rumble approached, I could still change my body posture, such as lying on my stomach or on my side. And then that force would try to turn me onto my back and then lift me up. But I was able to resist in a body position on my side or on my stomach, and not allow myself to be turned on my back and lifted up. usually such resistance to this force was accompanied by intense pain in the navel area at all times. It was as if my center of resistance to this force was in the navel area. But if I missed the moment to change my body posture before the object approached and stopped, and continued to lie on my back, I could not resist this force no matter how hard I tried. In the first weeks after being lifted above the bed my body spun slowly. But over time, the spins began to accelerate causing me vestibular distress and severe discomfort. Sometimes I just fainted from such overloads and shock. One day I invited a girl to my place and asked her to lie on top of me, across me from above, crosswise. And as usual, at first I heard a rumbling sound, the object approaching and the body rising. But since the girl was on top, we were both lifted up. The girl did not hear the hum, as no one but me heard it. But she was frightened when she began to be lifted up with my body. We got up, got dressed, and left in the middle of the night. And every time I slept in that apartment it happened again, but not every night anymore, but a little less often. By that time I had learned to be very sensitive and took immediate action as soon as the hum approached. I simply changed my posture, laying on my side, bending my knees and pressing them to my chest. And then the hum would go away. Then they (whoever they were) also changed tactics. The object tried to approach me when I was already deeply asleep. But even then my sensitivity was so high that even in my sleep I could feel the approaching hum, wake up, and take defensive measures, assuming the posture I described above. But as it turned out, for other reasons, I had to move to another house. And it never happened to me again.
However, the apartment was rented out, but no one stayed there for long because of inexplicable, frightening phenomena. One day, three cheerful young girls moved in there. I chatted with them. They asked me to come and stay with them, because they were frightened of many things. These are strange figures walking through walls, various frightening sounds, a feeling of anxiety and discomfort, and much more. They even hired themselves a jock guard, but both they and he were alarmed and frightened when I visited them again one day. Eventually they left the place as did everyone before them and after them who tried to live there.
I have tried to lay out very succinctly this long segment from my life, but if you have questions I can answer each of them more extensively and in more detail. "
What I would like to add. Not too long ago, that is, more than 35 years after the story I describe, fate brought me together with a woman - "sleeper." I don't know if anyone is familiar with the term, but in a nutshell, "sleeper" is a term for various intelligence agencies. So they call gifted people who can read any information from any person, getting into any section of his memory and experiencing and seeing what the person experienced and saw in that section of time, and if there was then or still is influence of some forces on the person, "sleeper", can get in touch with them, and through dialogue with them or reading them, can learn a lot of interesting information. Before agreeing to see this woman, I watched a two-hour video of two of her sessions with people I knew very well, and during the session with them, she very accurately and extensively read out information from their past and gave reasons for this or that event from their past. This impressed me and I agreed to have a session with her.
Again, this was only a few months ago. During the session which lasted about 2 hours, among other things she entered into that period of my distant past described above. And what surprised me, she very accurately described the shape and size of that object, which for a year flew up to my house with the same hum, which perhaps most frightened me and caused discomfort. As I described above, sometimes the rotation of my body after levitation reached such a speed that I fainted from shock. She said that this was how my body and consciousness reacted to my teleportation to their ship through their beam.She also described what was done to me on their ship and who did it and for what purpose, but we will omit this, and that is another topic, a bigger one.
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At the beginning I will cite my text, which has already been published.
"For a long time I didn't dare to tell anyone about it, although it's been about 35 years since then. If I describe everything in detail, it would probably take several pages. So I will try to shorten my text as much as possible, focusing only on the most important moments.
At the time I lived on the fourth floor of a high-rise panel building, on the outskirts of the city, a house which was located on one of the hills.
I was about 17 years old at the time, and had a strong interest in various esoteric practices. One day I managed to acquire photocopies of black and white scans of an old book dated 1890, which described various ancient techniques, including practices from a Tibetan monastery.
Almost as soon as I started doing them various phenomena began to occur around me, which I will not dwell on here, but I want to dwell on one phenomenon, which lasted over a year almost every night. Namely.
Every night when I went to bed, 20-50 minutes later I heard a noise approaching from afar. The noise sounded like the hum of an airplane, or rather the hum of an airplane turbine. As I approached, the hum increased. At a certain point the hum was so loud that I thought my ears would burst, causing me unbearable pain. Then the hum stopped abruptly. In time, I could pinpoint the exact direction from which the hum was coming and where it stopped abruptly. Over time, I could also feel the object that was making the hum. I could describe it visually and its size. Each time this object stopped from me at a distance of about 50-100 meters. When the object stopped, the hum also immediately disappeared. Then some force against my will slowly lifted my body off the bed, maybe 20 cm or slightly higher. After that, my body slowly rotated like a compass needle, to the right and to the left, to the right and to the left, until my head was facing northeast. Whereas my bed was so arranged in the room that I lay with my head always facing west. I always had a habit of lying flat on my back with my arms along my body. If only the rumble approached, I could still change my body posture, such as lying on my stomach or on my side. And then that force would try to turn me onto my back and then lift me up. But I was able to resist in a body position on my side or on my stomach, and not allow myself to be turned on my back and lifted up. usually such resistance to this force was accompanied by intense pain in the navel area at all times. It was as if my center of resistance to this force was in the navel area. But if I missed the moment to change my body posture before the object approached and stopped, and continued to lie on my back, I could not resist this force no matter how hard I tried. In the first weeks after being lifted above the bed my body spun slowly. But over time, the spins began to accelerate causing me vestibular distress and severe discomfort. Sometimes I just fainted from such overloads and shock. One day I invited a girl to my place and asked her to lie on top of me, across me from above, crosswise. And as usual, at first I heard a rumbling sound, the object approaching and the body rising. But since the girl was on top, we were both lifted up. The girl did not hear the hum, as no one but me heard it. But she was frightened when she began to be lifted up with my body. We got up, got dressed, and left in the middle of the night. And every time I slept in that apartment it happened again, but not every night anymore, but a little less often. By that time I had learned to be very sensitive and took immediate action as soon as the hum approached. I simply changed my posture, laying on my side, bending my knees and pressing them to my chest. And then the hum would go away. Then they (whoever they were) also changed tactics. The object tried to approach me when I was already deeply asleep. But even then my sensitivity was so high that even in my sleep I could feel the approaching hum, wake up, and take defensive measures, assuming the posture I described above. But as it turned out, for other reasons, I had to move to another house. And it never happened to me again.
However, the apartment was rented out, but no one stayed there for long because of inexplicable, frightening phenomena. One day, three cheerful young girls moved in there. I chatted with them. They asked me to come and stay with them, because they were frightened of many things. These are strange figures walking through walls, various frightening sounds, a feeling of anxiety and discomfort, and much more. They even hired themselves a jock guard, but both they and he were alarmed and frightened when I visited them again one day. Eventually they left the place as did everyone before them and after them who tried to live there.
I have tried to lay out very succinctly this long segment from my life, but if you have questions I can answer each of them more extensively and in more detail. "
What I would like to add. Not too long ago, that is, more than 35 years after the story I describe, fate brought me together with a woman - "sleeper." I don't know if anyone is familiar with the term, but in a nutshell, "sleeper" is a term for various intelligence agencies. So they call gifted people who can read any information from any person, getting into any section of his memory and experiencing and seeing what the person experienced and saw in that section of time, and if there was then or still is influence of some forces on the person, "sleeper", can get in touch with them, and through dialogue with them or reading them, can learn a lot of interesting information. Before agreeing to see this woman, I watched a two-hour video of two of her sessions with people I knew very well, and during the session with them, she very accurately and extensively read out information from their past and gave reasons for this or that event from their past. This impressed me and I agreed to have a session with her.
Again, this was only a few months ago. During the session which lasted about 2 hours, among other things she entered into that period of my distant past described above. And what surprised me, she very accurately described the shape and size of that object, which for a year flew up to my house with the same hum, which perhaps most frightened me and caused discomfort. As I described above, sometimes the rotation of my body after levitation reached such a speed that I fainted from shock. She said that this was how my body and consciousness reacted to my teleportation to their ship through their beam.She also described what was done to me on their ship and who did it and for what purpose, but we will omit this, and that is another topic, a bigger one.
2023.03.29 22:02 Acceptable-Memory-68 37 minutes of pure joy
I just watched this - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORln8rkYvzk&t=719s and smiled the entire time.
Some thoughts that came to my mind while watching -
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Some thoughts that came to my mind while watching -
- Amidst learning figures and the technicalities of the dance, we tend to forget that having fun is the most important part of dancing. And in partner dancing, this is even more important since your partner is dependent on you. The way these folks had fun was contagious.
- We need to be creative. The way Phothomas and Andrea bought drama into their dance and the way Ataca turned the table and became a follower was so amazing to see. Creativity is everywhere. We need to bring creativity to our dance.
- The way everyone was cheering up. It was so beautiful. We need to cheer people around us. Especially when we dance with newbies. By cheering I don't mean to shout and scream but support them when they are new to the scene. I could feel that "community" part in the entire video. I believe this is what we should push every time we go on the dance floor.
2023.03.29 21:59 TuLLsfromthehiLLs AI changed my life positively (and not necessarily by using it)
Complete random and probably useless post, but just wanted to share the joy.
Background : I'm working a fairly high ranked management position, in charge for certain aspects of the IT strategy for a mid-to-largesized corp and responsible for a team of +300 overall. I've started as a die-hard techie (virtualization and SAN config was my shtick) many blue moons ago and have been climbing up the ranks, more and more shifting away from the technical aspects and purely focusing myself on working out strategies, roadmaps, project plans and working with teams on reaching milestones.
I did miss the technical/hands-on work initially but eventually I started to enjoy the management position and had a chance to deploy all kinds of technologies. Things were going very smoothly allowing me to climb even higher. Smooth sailin' or so I thought!
I consider myself pretty good at my job and get to results quickly but I have been noticing a bore out creeping up since 3-4 years. Nothing really excited me anymore and everything felt stale. I still get easily to results as my autopilot function is so finetuned that I can basically wing it by now.
However, Since AI (finally I suppose? after so many AI winters ...) grabbed my attention, I'm somehow reliving my passion for technology again. Since 3 weeks I'm balls deep and it's honestly giving me so much joy that I even start to put energy in other things again. The irony ... for me at least ... is that AI made me feel more connected to the energy of life than anything else in the last 2 years, simply by 'existing' as this fantastic piece of technology.
Dare I say, it somehow rekindled a lost sense of childish creativity as well, where I daydream about possibilities and new ways of getting to results. And by assimilating so much complex material, my brain is somehow awakening out of a slumb as I literally start to feel sharper and more optimistic again.
I would probably not even realized in what a rut I was without AI. Crazy how 'life???' finds a way, huh?
So, no flashy 'look at what I did with GPT' post here but I somehow assume there is plenty of 'me' out there at this point. Cheers to you all and let's keep the fire burning this time ;)
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Background : I'm working a fairly high ranked management position, in charge for certain aspects of the IT strategy for a mid-to-largesized corp and responsible for a team of +300 overall. I've started as a die-hard techie (virtualization and SAN config was my shtick) many blue moons ago and have been climbing up the ranks, more and more shifting away from the technical aspects and purely focusing myself on working out strategies, roadmaps, project plans and working with teams on reaching milestones.
I did miss the technical/hands-on work initially but eventually I started to enjoy the management position and had a chance to deploy all kinds of technologies. Things were going very smoothly allowing me to climb even higher. Smooth sailin' or so I thought!
I consider myself pretty good at my job and get to results quickly but I have been noticing a bore out creeping up since 3-4 years. Nothing really excited me anymore and everything felt stale. I still get easily to results as my autopilot function is so finetuned that I can basically wing it by now.
However, Since AI (finally I suppose? after so many AI winters ...) grabbed my attention, I'm somehow reliving my passion for technology again. Since 3 weeks I'm balls deep and it's honestly giving me so much joy that I even start to put energy in other things again. The irony ... for me at least ... is that AI made me feel more connected to the energy of life than anything else in the last 2 years, simply by 'existing' as this fantastic piece of technology.
Dare I say, it somehow rekindled a lost sense of childish creativity as well, where I daydream about possibilities and new ways of getting to results. And by assimilating so much complex material, my brain is somehow awakening out of a slumb as I literally start to feel sharper and more optimistic again.
I would probably not even realized in what a rut I was without AI. Crazy how 'life???' finds a way, huh?
So, no flashy 'look at what I did with GPT' post here but I somehow assume there is plenty of 'me' out there at this point. Cheers to you all and let's keep the fire burning this time ;)
2023.03.29 21:59 ansi09 Formfunction, The Solana NFT marketplace, Is Open-sourcing Their Codebase
Source: https://twitter.com/formfunction/status/1641122652210229248
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At 2pm PT today, Formfunction's website will be closed down. However, this is not the end of the road for Formfunction— We are completely open sourcing Formfunction, so that anyone will be able to take the product and recreate it or build on top of it, for free.
Over the past week, we’ve been chatting with different groups to figure out next steps.
We considered many options, and are very, very grateful to everyone who has spent time talking with us.
Ultimately, we decided to open source all of Formfunction—we believe that this path will best serve the broader community, rather than a single group.
By open sourcing Formfunction, anyone in the community can put together a small team and create their own version of the product or use it as a starting point to make something completely new.
Imagine taking any part of Formfunction, and being able to rebrand it, change the styling, add new features, and build on top of it as you'd like. Everything we've built will be made available—and it will be open and free.
Some examples of what can be done:
• An artist DAO can create their own marketplace for their members, set their own marketplace fees, and rebrand it under the DAO's name
• Anyone can take the barebones of 1/1s and editions, and build whatever product they like on top of that
You'll still need a developer to fork the code, but this will significantly lower the barrier for those who want to build on top of what we've created. For developers: You should be able to get a local instance of Formfunction running in ~30 minutes or less.
Beyond allowing anyone to build on top of Formfunction, we hope that this open codebase will serve as an educational resource for new developers exploring Solana.
It will be an open and accessible example of how a Solana NFT marketplace works—inside and out.
We also plan to add write ups alongside the code, to create better educational documentation and examples for anyone who wants to learn about developing on Solana.
So what is the timeline for open sourcing Formfunction? We're actively working on it right now, and we plan to release it to the community in the next few weeks.
Finally, we wanted to express our gratitude for all of you—we cannot say enough how thankful we are for all the creators and collectors who were a part of this journey.
We're cheering for all of you, and wish you the best on your creative journeys!
If you have any questions or need help with downloading your hashlist after today, please reach out to our Help Center chat:
https://help.formfunction.xyz/en/
2023.03.29 21:58 redtrevelyan [29/M] Writing Prof let's talk
Hello,
I'm David. I'm 29, I've been working as a creative writing professor for the past five years now, and I live in California. When I'm not teaching classes, grading, or meeting with students, I work as a freelance editor and most recently as a book coach. A recent and unplanned development has also given me the opportunity to work as a creative lead for an incredible start-up. Despite all of this, I do what I can to make time for my love of stories outside of work. Everything from books, movies, TV shows, video games, and making connections with people, close friends and strangers alike. The rest of my free time is spent working out, playing sports, traveling, cooking, and learning something new. I've been working on learning a new language or maybe two, though I've been struggling to decide on said language(s). There's also music. I played piano throughout most of my life leading up to university, but I seem to be struggling with getting back into it.
Life is enjoyable for the most part, and I love what I do. I still speak to quite a few of my students, some of which even meet up with me to discuss writing or just to keep me updated on their lives, which I really appreciate. I'm either teaching, tutoring, or working with someone on something, which is a lot for an introvert like me, but there's still something about connecting with people online that can't be found elsewhere. Maybe it's the anonymity of being behind the screen, but there's a raw honesty in it that I deeply enjoy.
I try to post on reddit a few times a year, and I always meet some fantastic people. You may have even seen some of my posts before. Naturally, some conversations fizzle out, and there were indeed times life got in the way on either side. That's fine! It happens. There aren't any expectations here other than a genuine connection. Whatever else happens is completely up to us.
I've said a lot, which is not surprising. My students adore roasting me for my long-windedness. I am, however, very much looking forward to hearing about you. Come say hi and tell me about yourself! Feel free to send me a message or chat request. I also use other apps like Kik or Discord if that's to your preference.
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I'm David. I'm 29, I've been working as a creative writing professor for the past five years now, and I live in California. When I'm not teaching classes, grading, or meeting with students, I work as a freelance editor and most recently as a book coach. A recent and unplanned development has also given me the opportunity to work as a creative lead for an incredible start-up. Despite all of this, I do what I can to make time for my love of stories outside of work. Everything from books, movies, TV shows, video games, and making connections with people, close friends and strangers alike. The rest of my free time is spent working out, playing sports, traveling, cooking, and learning something new. I've been working on learning a new language or maybe two, though I've been struggling to decide on said language(s). There's also music. I played piano throughout most of my life leading up to university, but I seem to be struggling with getting back into it.
Life is enjoyable for the most part, and I love what I do. I still speak to quite a few of my students, some of which even meet up with me to discuss writing or just to keep me updated on their lives, which I really appreciate. I'm either teaching, tutoring, or working with someone on something, which is a lot for an introvert like me, but there's still something about connecting with people online that can't be found elsewhere. Maybe it's the anonymity of being behind the screen, but there's a raw honesty in it that I deeply enjoy.
I try to post on reddit a few times a year, and I always meet some fantastic people. You may have even seen some of my posts before. Naturally, some conversations fizzle out, and there were indeed times life got in the way on either side. That's fine! It happens. There aren't any expectations here other than a genuine connection. Whatever else happens is completely up to us.
I've said a lot, which is not surprising. My students adore roasting me for my long-windedness. I am, however, very much looking forward to hearing about you. Come say hi and tell me about yourself! Feel free to send me a message or chat request. I also use other apps like Kik or Discord if that's to your preference.
2023.03.29 21:58 redtrevelyan 29M Writing Professor looking for new people!
Hello,
I'm David. I'm 29, I've been working as a creative writing professor for the past five years now, and I live in California. When I'm not teaching classes, grading, or meeting with students, I work as a freelance editor and most recently as a book coach. A recent and unplanned development has also given me the opportunity to work as a creative lead for an incredible start-up. Despite all of this, I do what I can to make time for my love of stories outside of work. Everything from books, movies, TV shows, video games, and making connections with people, close friends and strangers alike. The rest of my free time is spent working out, playing sports, traveling, cooking, and learning something new. I've been working on learning a new language or maybe two, though I've been struggling to decide on said language(s). There's also music. I played piano throughout most of my life leading up to university, but I seem to be struggling with getting back into it.
Life is enjoyable for the most part, and I love what I do. I still speak to quite a few of my students, some of which even meet up with me to discuss writing or just to keep me updated on their lives, which I really appreciate. I'm either teaching, tutoring, or working with someone on something, which is a lot for an introvert like me, but there's still something about connecting with people online that can't be found elsewhere. Maybe it's the anonymity of being behind the screen, but there's a raw honesty in it that I deeply enjoy.
I try to post on reddit a few times a year, and I always meet some fantastic people. You may have even seen some of my posts before. Naturally, some conversations fizzle out, and there were indeed times life got in the way on either side. That's fine! It happens. There aren't any expectations here other than a genuine connection. Whatever else happens is completely up to us.
I've said a lot, which is not surprising. My students love to roast me for my long-windedness. I am, however, very much looking forward to hearing about you. Come say hi and tell me about yourself! Feel free to send me a message or chat request. I also use other apps if that's to your preference.
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I'm David. I'm 29, I've been working as a creative writing professor for the past five years now, and I live in California. When I'm not teaching classes, grading, or meeting with students, I work as a freelance editor and most recently as a book coach. A recent and unplanned development has also given me the opportunity to work as a creative lead for an incredible start-up. Despite all of this, I do what I can to make time for my love of stories outside of work. Everything from books, movies, TV shows, video games, and making connections with people, close friends and strangers alike. The rest of my free time is spent working out, playing sports, traveling, cooking, and learning something new. I've been working on learning a new language or maybe two, though I've been struggling to decide on said language(s). There's also music. I played piano throughout most of my life leading up to university, but I seem to be struggling with getting back into it.
Life is enjoyable for the most part, and I love what I do. I still speak to quite a few of my students, some of which even meet up with me to discuss writing or just to keep me updated on their lives, which I really appreciate. I'm either teaching, tutoring, or working with someone on something, which is a lot for an introvert like me, but there's still something about connecting with people online that can't be found elsewhere. Maybe it's the anonymity of being behind the screen, but there's a raw honesty in it that I deeply enjoy.
I try to post on reddit a few times a year, and I always meet some fantastic people. You may have even seen some of my posts before. Naturally, some conversations fizzle out, and there were indeed times life got in the way on either side. That's fine! It happens. There aren't any expectations here other than a genuine connection. Whatever else happens is completely up to us.
I've said a lot, which is not surprising. My students love to roast me for my long-windedness. I am, however, very much looking forward to hearing about you. Come say hi and tell me about yourself! Feel free to send me a message or chat request. I also use other apps if that's to your preference.
2023.03.29 21:56 redtrevelyan 29 M Writing Professor looking for new people [Chat]
Hello,
I'm David. I'm 29, I've been working as a creative writing professor for the past five years now, and I live in California. When I'm not teaching classes, grading, or meeting with students, I work as a freelance editor and most recently as a book coach. A recent and unplanned development has also given me the opportunity to work as a creative lead for an incredible start-up. Despite all of this, I do what I can to make time for my love of stories outside of work. Everything from books, movies, TV shows, video games, and making connections with people, close friends and strangers alike. The rest of my free time is spent working out, playing sports, traveling, cooking, and learning something new. I've been working on learning a new language or maybe two, though I've been struggling to decide on said language(s). There's also music. I played piano throughout most of my life leading up to university, but I seem to be struggling with getting back into it.
Life is enjoyable for the most part, and I love what I do. I still speak to quite a few of my students, some of which even meet up with me to discuss writing or just to keep me updated on their lives, which I really appreciate. I'm either teaching, tutoring, or working with someone on something, which is a lot for an introvert like me, but there's still something about connecting with people online that can't be found elsewhere. Maybe it's the anonymity of being behind the screen, but there's a raw honesty in it that I deeply enjoy.
I try to post on reddit a few times a year, and I always meet some fantastic people. You may have even seen some of my posts before. Naturally, some conversations fizzle out, and there were indeed times life got in the way on either side. That's fine! It happens. There aren't any expectations here other than a genuine connection. Whatever else happens is completely up to us.
I've said a lot, which is not surprising. My students adore roasting me for my long-windedness. I am, however, very much looking forward to hearing about you. Come say hi and tell me about yourself! Feel free to send me a message or chat request. I also use other apps like Kik or Discord if that's to your preference.
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I'm David. I'm 29, I've been working as a creative writing professor for the past five years now, and I live in California. When I'm not teaching classes, grading, or meeting with students, I work as a freelance editor and most recently as a book coach. A recent and unplanned development has also given me the opportunity to work as a creative lead for an incredible start-up. Despite all of this, I do what I can to make time for my love of stories outside of work. Everything from books, movies, TV shows, video games, and making connections with people, close friends and strangers alike. The rest of my free time is spent working out, playing sports, traveling, cooking, and learning something new. I've been working on learning a new language or maybe two, though I've been struggling to decide on said language(s). There's also music. I played piano throughout most of my life leading up to university, but I seem to be struggling with getting back into it.
Life is enjoyable for the most part, and I love what I do. I still speak to quite a few of my students, some of which even meet up with me to discuss writing or just to keep me updated on their lives, which I really appreciate. I'm either teaching, tutoring, or working with someone on something, which is a lot for an introvert like me, but there's still something about connecting with people online that can't be found elsewhere. Maybe it's the anonymity of being behind the screen, but there's a raw honesty in it that I deeply enjoy.
I try to post on reddit a few times a year, and I always meet some fantastic people. You may have even seen some of my posts before. Naturally, some conversations fizzle out, and there were indeed times life got in the way on either side. That's fine! It happens. There aren't any expectations here other than a genuine connection. Whatever else happens is completely up to us.
I've said a lot, which is not surprising. My students adore roasting me for my long-windedness. I am, however, very much looking forward to hearing about you. Come say hi and tell me about yourself! Feel free to send me a message or chat request. I also use other apps like Kik or Discord if that's to your preference.
2023.03.29 21:56 redtrevelyan 29 Writing Professor looking for new people
Hello,
I'm David. I'm 29, I've been working as a creative writing professor for the past five years now, and I live in California. When I'm not teaching classes, grading, or meeting with students, I work as a freelance editor and most recently as a book coach. A recent and unplanned development has also given me the opportunity to work as a creative lead for an incredible start-up. Despite all of this, I do what I can to make time for my love of stories outside of work. Everything from books, movies, TV shows, video games, and making connections with people, close friends and strangers alike. The rest of my free time is spent working out, playing sports, traveling, cooking, and learning something new. I've been working on learning a new language or maybe two, though I've been struggling to decide on said language(s). There's also music. I played piano throughout most of my life leading up to university, but I seem to be struggling with getting back into it.
Life is enjoyable for the most part, and I love what I do. I still speak to quite a few of my students, some of which even meet up with me to discuss writing or just to keep me updated on their lives, which I really appreciate. I'm either teaching, tutoring, or working with someone on something, which is a lot for an introvert like me, but there's still something about connecting with people online that can't be found elsewhere. Maybe it's the anonymity of being behind the screen, but there's a raw honesty in it that I deeply enjoy.
I try to post on reddit a few times a year, and I always meet some fantastic people. You may have even seen some of my posts before. Naturally, some conversations fizzle out, and there were indeed times life got in the way on either side. That's fine! It happens. There aren't any expectations here other than a genuine connection. Whatever else happens is completely up to us.
I've said a lot, which is not surprising. My students adore roasting me for my long-windedness. I am, however, very much looking forward to hearing about you. Come say hi and tell me about yourself! Feel free to send me a message or chat request. I also use other apps like Kik or Discord if that's to your preference.
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I'm David. I'm 29, I've been working as a creative writing professor for the past five years now, and I live in California. When I'm not teaching classes, grading, or meeting with students, I work as a freelance editor and most recently as a book coach. A recent and unplanned development has also given me the opportunity to work as a creative lead for an incredible start-up. Despite all of this, I do what I can to make time for my love of stories outside of work. Everything from books, movies, TV shows, video games, and making connections with people, close friends and strangers alike. The rest of my free time is spent working out, playing sports, traveling, cooking, and learning something new. I've been working on learning a new language or maybe two, though I've been struggling to decide on said language(s). There's also music. I played piano throughout most of my life leading up to university, but I seem to be struggling with getting back into it.
Life is enjoyable for the most part, and I love what I do. I still speak to quite a few of my students, some of which even meet up with me to discuss writing or just to keep me updated on their lives, which I really appreciate. I'm either teaching, tutoring, or working with someone on something, which is a lot for an introvert like me, but there's still something about connecting with people online that can't be found elsewhere. Maybe it's the anonymity of being behind the screen, but there's a raw honesty in it that I deeply enjoy.
I try to post on reddit a few times a year, and I always meet some fantastic people. You may have even seen some of my posts before. Naturally, some conversations fizzle out, and there were indeed times life got in the way on either side. That's fine! It happens. There aren't any expectations here other than a genuine connection. Whatever else happens is completely up to us.
I've said a lot, which is not surprising. My students adore roasting me for my long-windedness. I am, however, very much looking forward to hearing about you. Come say hi and tell me about yourself! Feel free to send me a message or chat request. I also use other apps like Kik or Discord if that's to your preference.
2023.03.29 21:55 redtrevelyan 29 [M4F] Writing Professor
Hello,
I'm David. I'm 29, I've been working as a creative writing professor for the past five years now, and I live in California. When I'm not teaching classes, grading, or meeting with students, I work as a freelance editor and most recently as a book coach. A recent and unplanned development has also given me the opportunity to work as a creative lead for an incredible start-up. Despite all of this, I do what I can to make time for my love of stories outside of work. Everything from books, movies, TV shows, video games, and making connections with people, close friends and strangers alike. The rest of my free time is spent working out, playing sports, traveling, cooking, and learning something new. I've been working on learning a new language or maybe two, though I've been struggling to decide on said language(s). There's also music. I played piano throughout most of my life leading up to university, but I seem to be struggling with getting back into it.
Life is enjoyable for the most part, and I love what I do. I still speak to quite a few of my students, some of which even meet up with me to discuss writing or just to keep me updated on their lives, which I really appreciate. I'm either teaching, tutoring, or working with someone on something, which is a lot for an introvert like me, but there's still something about connecting with people online that can't be found elsewhere. Maybe it's the anonymity of being behind the screen, but there's a raw honesty in it that I deeply enjoy.
I try to post on reddit a few times a year, and I always meet some fantastic people. You may have even seen some of my posts before. Naturally, some conversations fizzle out, and there were indeed times life got in the way on either side. That's fine! It happens. There aren't any expectations here other than a genuine connection. Whatever else happens is completely up to us.
I've said a lot, which is not surprising. My students adore roasting me for my long-windedness. I am, however, very much looking forward to hearing about you. Come say hi and tell me about yourself! Feel free to send me a message or chat request. I also use other apps like Kik or Discord if that's to your preference.
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I'm David. I'm 29, I've been working as a creative writing professor for the past five years now, and I live in California. When I'm not teaching classes, grading, or meeting with students, I work as a freelance editor and most recently as a book coach. A recent and unplanned development has also given me the opportunity to work as a creative lead for an incredible start-up. Despite all of this, I do what I can to make time for my love of stories outside of work. Everything from books, movies, TV shows, video games, and making connections with people, close friends and strangers alike. The rest of my free time is spent working out, playing sports, traveling, cooking, and learning something new. I've been working on learning a new language or maybe two, though I've been struggling to decide on said language(s). There's also music. I played piano throughout most of my life leading up to university, but I seem to be struggling with getting back into it.
Life is enjoyable for the most part, and I love what I do. I still speak to quite a few of my students, some of which even meet up with me to discuss writing or just to keep me updated on their lives, which I really appreciate. I'm either teaching, tutoring, or working with someone on something, which is a lot for an introvert like me, but there's still something about connecting with people online that can't be found elsewhere. Maybe it's the anonymity of being behind the screen, but there's a raw honesty in it that I deeply enjoy.
I try to post on reddit a few times a year, and I always meet some fantastic people. You may have even seen some of my posts before. Naturally, some conversations fizzle out, and there were indeed times life got in the way on either side. That's fine! It happens. There aren't any expectations here other than a genuine connection. Whatever else happens is completely up to us.
I've said a lot, which is not surprising. My students adore roasting me for my long-windedness. I am, however, very much looking forward to hearing about you. Come say hi and tell me about yourself! Feel free to send me a message or chat request. I also use other apps like Kik or Discord if that's to your preference.
2023.03.29 21:53 DemandScary1934 I feel very lonely and unloved. And unlovable, too.
I get why no one wants to be with me or date me. I’m not what guys usually want. I’m fat and ugly. I don’t even have a cheerful personality that makes up for what I lack in looks.
But does that really mean I don’t deserve love? Romantic love, I mean. Will anyone ever look at me like I’m the best thing to happen to them?
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But does that really mean I don’t deserve love? Romantic love, I mean. Will anyone ever look at me like I’m the best thing to happen to them?
2023.03.29 21:53 KikoKeys [US-CA] [H] HHKB Snow 25th Anniversary, Unfinished/Raw Data Pad w/ 23ub, GMK: Redacted, Camping, Sloth, Metropolis, Yuri, Dualshot, Awaken, Noire Salvuns, Artisans + M107 Collection [W] PayPal, Local Cash, GMK Wants, Idea23 Marbled HHKB HiPros, RF R1 Beige Caps, Ivory Printed HHKB Caps
Timestamps Artisans + GSK M107 Collection
Local to 92115
Willing to trade for or purchase the following items. Please comment then PM me your prices shipped to Califonia, 92115:
Idea23 Marbled HHKB HiPro Keycaps
Realforce R1 Beige Keycaps (87u or 86u)
Ivory Printed HHKB Keycaps
GMK Hyperfuse Accent Kit
GMK Yuri Icons, Novelties
GMK Carbon R2 Novelties, Rolling Bones, 6u Spacebars
GMK Laser Laserwave Dusk & Dawn Translucent kits
Artisans:
M107 Collection:
Selling my GSK M107 collection. Here's an image that lists which are currently available in this collection. Asking $95/cap if you purchase the whole collection (23 caps). If you buy the whole collection I will cover shipping and insurance cost within CONUS (signature will be required, package will be massive). Every single one has its own box/auth card/sticker, except for Hyperfuse which is missing the sticker. No cracked stems. Only a handful were ever mounted. If you're interested in only select caps, feel free to PM me and we can work something out. There's 2 Wonder Woman caps in there. If you buy the whole collection, I will just throw the extra one in for free.
If the collection gets broken up, I will update availability below:
All available as of 1/13/23.
Light & Dark Carbon, Patina, and Laser sold as of 1/18/23. Daruma sold as of 2/9/23. No Face, Totoro, Drac, and Frankenstein sold as of 2/14/23. Bob, Buzz, and Thanos sold as of 2/20/23. Cheshire sold as of 3/3/23.
Please comment before PM and do not use Reddit Chat. If on Mobile, click here to send a PM.
Shipping turnaround time is usually next business day upon receipt of payment barring delays from couriers/work. Will only ship to address on PayPal. Please be sure it's correct!
Willing to ship international. Buyer responsible for any conversion & import/VAT fees. Items will be declared at full value for international sales. Feel free to send a PM if you have any questions/want more info or pictures. Be sure to check my most recent post for up-to-date availability on items!
Thank you for your interest
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Local to 92115
Willing to trade for or purchase the following items. Please comment then PM me your prices shipped to Califonia, 92115:
Idea23 Marbled HHKB HiPro Keycaps
Realforce R1 Beige Keycaps (87u or 86u)
Ivory Printed HHKB Keycaps
GMK Hyperfuse Accent Kit
GMK Yuri Icons, Novelties
GMK Carbon R2 Novelties, Rolling Bones, 6u Spacebars
GMK Laser Laserwave Dusk & Dawn Translucent kits
| Item | Description | Price (Inclusive of PayPal fee, exclusive of Shipping fee) |
|---|---|---|
| HHKB Snow 25th Ann. | Printed case, blank caps. 25th Ann. "Fn" key in place of the blank "Fn" key. Stock/unmodded. Has coldtop sticker on the bottom, removable. Comes with box. https://imgur.com/a/kzgzVSg | $315 |
| Unfinished/Raw Norbauer Data Pad | Unfinished Aluminum Data Pad. Raw SS Backplate. No Norbauer box. Comes with Folio, extra parts. Can sell as is case only, or with a 23ub (stock, lubed the 2u stab, unsilenced) https://imgur.com/a/xV4Om8Q | $350 or $440 with 23ub |
| GMK Noire Salvuns | Alu, | $40 for alu, $50 for brass/copper |
| GMK Redacted Base + Novs + Bars + Add-on | Base has very light shine on some alphas | $250 |
| GMK Camping R2 Base + Novs | Base has light/moderate shine. Missing normal backspace, novs includes Novelty backspace. Ships in bags | $175 |
| GMK Camping LuxCables Collab | Used sparingly, coil in good condition/holds really well | $55 |
| GMK Sloth Novs | Sealed | $45 |
| GMK Norse 1u Alu RAMA | Like new, mounted once | $40 |
| GMK Norse Spacecables Collab | Like new, unused | $55 |
| GMK Metropolis R2 Base | Sealed | $115 |
| GMK Metropolis R2 Novelties | Sealed | $45 |
| GMK Metropolis 2.25u Enter RAMA | BNIB | $50 |
| GMK Metropolis 1u RAMA | BNIB | $40 |
| GMK Yuri 40s Kit | Sealed | $45 |
| GMK Awaken Mainframe Base | Very light shine, ships in bags | $100 |
| KBDFans HiPro Caps | The original run. All inclusive kit. Has 3 caps with broken stems, reparable with provided super glue. | $80 |
| Maker + Sculpt | Colorway | Price (Inclusive of PayPal fee, exclusive of Shipping fee) |
|---|---|---|
| Melonkeys Hayabusa | Dustbusa | $55 |
| Lividity Observer | Julius | $55 |
| SodieCaps Crescent Cap v2 | Ashes of Ariandel | $55 |
| Lividity Shriek | Companion | $55 |
| 404artisans INKM | Pennywise | $35 |
| Destroyer Caps Rawr | Clarblart | $35 |
| Melonkeys Suika | Laser | $75 |
| Melonkeys Sumo | Laser | $75 |
| Melonkeys Kamikaze | Laser | $75 |
| Archetype Kolkrabba (Smooth boi) | Doughboy | Trade towards wishlist: https://imgur.com/a/mVeEz4t |
| Archetype Kolkrabba (Smooth boi) | Chronos | $45 |
| Archetype Logo | Retrowave Purple | $20 |
| Hungry Hustlas Conchas | $25/ea | |
| Rama Wave Seq2 Br Matte | Gold | $60 |
| Hibi x JWST | - | $45 |
| Namong Lessy w/ Sunglasses | Rudy | $85 |
Selling my GSK M107 collection. Here's an image that lists which are currently available in this collection. Asking $95/cap if you purchase the whole collection (23 caps). If you buy the whole collection I will cover shipping and insurance cost within CONUS (signature will be required, package will be massive). Every single one has its own box/auth card/sticker, except for Hyperfuse which is missing the sticker. No cracked stems. Only a handful were ever mounted. If you're interested in only select caps, feel free to PM me and we can work something out. There's 2 Wonder Woman caps in there. If you buy the whole collection, I will just throw the extra one in for free.
If the collection gets broken up, I will update availability below:
Light & Dark Carbon, Patina, and Laser sold as of 1/18/23. Daruma sold as of 2/9/23. No Face, Totoro, Drac, and Frankenstein sold as of 2/14/23. Bob, Buzz, and Thanos sold as of 2/20/23. Cheshire sold as of 3/3/23.
Please comment before PM and do not use Reddit Chat. If on Mobile, click here to send a PM.
Shipping turnaround time is usually next business day upon receipt of payment barring delays from couriers/work. Will only ship to address on PayPal. Please be sure it's correct!
Willing to ship international. Buyer responsible for any conversion & import/VAT fees. Items will be declared at full value for international sales. Feel free to send a PM if you have any questions/want more info or pictures. Be sure to check my most recent post for up-to-date availability on items!
Thank you for your interest
2023.03.29 21:52 bee83 It's Not You, It's Me
fuck
it honestly feels like a job to be considered as anything even remotely resembling a human in this world.
I am constantly expected to take in other people's feelings, wants, preferences.. without even an inquiry into why I may feel, want or prefer things a different way. every fucking conversation lately keeps leading to the same topics that visibly make me uncomfortable, but yet they are still being pushed at me under the guise of 'jokes' and 'goofing off'. I do not care how selfish it may come off that I have been closed off, I get to be selfish right now. I get to take a fucking breather.
I am so mentally turned off to everything. I am so bored and frustrated with people. I have absolutely nothing I want to talk about or share with anyone. everything inside me feels like it is screaming from the haunting, violent pain that will not let my psyche release to relieve for even a moment. I am so desperately fatigued..
I cannot stand, nor deal with the continuous bickering of disagreeing just for the heck of being disagreeable. it's not cute to pick on me at all when I'm at a place that is so low and unstable that it has actually manifested into my body physically shaking at times. my mind has been on the verge of checking out for so long that I am completely unaware when I start to lose time, lose myself, lose.. I used to be able to tell when these episodes would start to make an appearance, but they won't even whisper those secrets to me anymore.
I am so fucking sick of hearing words that mean nothing at all. do something if you really give a shit. listen to what is actually happening to me instead of pushing me off as something to revisit and try to deal with tomorrow. see me before it is too late and I just cannot..
there is so much more, but I am so overwhelmed that I just want to scream until it brings me to my knees, because my body is just so close to giving up.. scream until my throat is raw and cracking.. scream until all I have left are tears in my eyes and a whimper in my throat.. scream until I actually do disappear from this physical form that no one even sees as a valid person, especially not me.. just scream until it transforms me
I am spent. there is no star power in the real world to recharge me.
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it honestly feels like a job to be considered as anything even remotely resembling a human in this world.
I am constantly expected to take in other people's feelings, wants, preferences.. without even an inquiry into why I may feel, want or prefer things a different way. every fucking conversation lately keeps leading to the same topics that visibly make me uncomfortable, but yet they are still being pushed at me under the guise of 'jokes' and 'goofing off'. I do not care how selfish it may come off that I have been closed off, I get to be selfish right now. I get to take a fucking breather.
I am so mentally turned off to everything. I am so bored and frustrated with people. I have absolutely nothing I want to talk about or share with anyone. everything inside me feels like it is screaming from the haunting, violent pain that will not let my psyche release to relieve for even a moment. I am so desperately fatigued..
I cannot stand, nor deal with the continuous bickering of disagreeing just for the heck of being disagreeable. it's not cute to pick on me at all when I'm at a place that is so low and unstable that it has actually manifested into my body physically shaking at times. my mind has been on the verge of checking out for so long that I am completely unaware when I start to lose time, lose myself, lose.. I used to be able to tell when these episodes would start to make an appearance, but they won't even whisper those secrets to me anymore.
I am so fucking sick of hearing words that mean nothing at all. do something if you really give a shit. listen to what is actually happening to me instead of pushing me off as something to revisit and try to deal with tomorrow. see me before it is too late and I just cannot..
there is so much more, but I am so overwhelmed that I just want to scream until it brings me to my knees, because my body is just so close to giving up.. scream until my throat is raw and cracking.. scream until all I have left are tears in my eyes and a whimper in my throat.. scream until I actually do disappear from this physical form that no one even sees as a valid person, especially not me.. just scream until it transforms me
I am spent. there is no star power in the real world to recharge me.
2023.03.29 21:50 i_just_haveaquestion Cheerfully snipping some plastic soda packaging to ~save the turtles~ and realizing I fully expect this to end up in the ocean
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2023.03.29 21:50 Smileymaniak Messages app missing copy option after Android 12 update
I recently upgraded my OnePlus 7t pro to android 12.
On version 11, when I received an SMS message, a notification would pop up with the start of the message and a button to copy two factor auth code to the clipboard.
In version 12 I still get the SMS notification but the button that auto crops the auth codes from the rest of the SMS text and let's me paste it into my apps without having to leave the auth window has gone.
I've checked various settings and notification options but can't seem to find an option.
Was this removed in v12 or am I missing something?
Also if it is gone, can anyone recommend an alternative SMS app that does have this function?
Cheers for reading.
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On version 11, when I received an SMS message, a notification would pop up with the start of the message and a button to copy two factor auth code to the clipboard.
In version 12 I still get the SMS notification but the button that auto crops the auth codes from the rest of the SMS text and let's me paste it into my apps without having to leave the auth window has gone.
I've checked various settings and notification options but can't seem to find an option.
Was this removed in v12 or am I missing something?
Also if it is gone, can anyone recommend an alternative SMS app that does have this function?
Cheers for reading.
2023.03.29 21:50 VictorWoodbury I went to the CONCACAF match last night vs Panama and I was surprised
The fans were really laid back and chill in comparison to other sporting events I've been too around the world, which in hindsight, feels very on brand for the calmness I've perceived in Costa Ricans.
I wasn't expecting chaos, but it was a really important match and you could have fooled me into believing it was a nothing burger of an exhibition match by the calmness of the fans. There was noise and cheering, but pretty lowkey and I don't think we collectively jumped up once in excitement.
No disrespect or anything, I was just surprised and wanted to share my thoughts with other people who have experienced Costa Rica. I love the calmness and chill vibe of this country, I just wasn't expecting it to carry over into a footy match when every other country is full of absolute madlads about it.
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I wasn't expecting chaos, but it was a really important match and you could have fooled me into believing it was a nothing burger of an exhibition match by the calmness of the fans. There was noise and cheering, but pretty lowkey and I don't think we collectively jumped up once in excitement.
No disrespect or anything, I was just surprised and wanted to share my thoughts with other people who have experienced Costa Rica. I love the calmness and chill vibe of this country, I just wasn't expecting it to carry over into a footy match when every other country is full of absolute madlads about it.
2023.03.29 21:50 alex889o6 Today's Theater
Well, we have just seen that "Alpine" has received another extension and thus remains a haven for bad actors in the OTC market. Be that as it may, today's date was of course again hotly anticipated and the disappointment is thus great, as again XXX$ was not immediately in the share price. I can only say this much as words of encouragement, it has been no different if not worse for over two years. Today's attack, which is still ongoing, was of course to be expected and is being exploited with relish by the bad actors on all platforms. People, you just have to ask yourselves why all this is happening now... Namely, quite simply, to get you to give up and sell. Look again at all the coming events (1-800, dividend...) all that is yet to come, not to mention the Wes Christian lawsuit that is just starting. I think today's fuss could have been avoided but well now we are here and we are relaxed about the days ahead, at least that is what I am going to do. Cheers to you all 🥂👈🏼
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2023.03.29 21:45 Sonhoo Cant remember the name..
Its a specific scene that I remember of an.. isekai(..maybe??). During the scene the main character seems to Summon/create a giant bullet in space or high up in the air, all to be able to kill a guy in some kind of rage mode. Set in a fantasy which makes me think its an isekai of some sorts..
Sadly its all i remember of this anime and its annoying the living hell out of me that i cant remember the name..
Cheers !
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Sadly its all i remember of this anime and its annoying the living hell out of me that i cant remember the name..
Cheers !