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Myrtle Beach, SC and surrounding areas of Conway, North Myrtle Beach, Socastee, Aynor, Georgetown and more.

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2009.09.04 18:38 emaleerose Wilmington, NC

A subreddit dedicated to Wilmington, North Carolina and the surrounding area, including New Hanover, Pender, and Brunswick Counties.

2023.06.06 19:29 Illustrious_Ad_4250 Use ChatGPT to generate an itinerary or cover letter for your visa application

Hey all! I applied for and got two Schengen visas in the last couple of months, and had to spend a lot of time each time creating a whole itinerary, write a cover letter, book flight/ hotel reservations.
To help visa applications become way smoother, I created an AI tool to start with helping generate cover letters and itineraries (we currently have people look it over to make any edits). We also assist with the overall visa process such as booking a refundable reservation and picking health insurance. Would love for you to check it out here!
The generated cover letters have been saving a lot of time, here's an snippet:
The details of my trip are as follows: Travel Dates: 09/18/2023 to 09/30/2023 Duration in France: 09/18/2023 to 09/25/2023 Duration in Italy: 09/25/2023 to 09/30/2023 Daily Itinerary: Day 1 (Paris): Visit the Eiffel Tower, explore the Louvre Museum and stroll along the Champs-Elysées. Day 2 (Paris): Visit Notre-Dame Cathedral, take a boat cruise on the Seine River, and spend an evening at Montmartre. Day 3 (Nice): Explore the Promenade des Anglais, relax at the beaches of Nice. Visit the Castle Hill in the afternoon. ...
Let me know if you're applying for visas that require a lot of supporting documentation such as Schengen! If you've recently applied to one, would love to hear what you think and what part of the application is most time consuming. (We'd love to help automate it and make it smoother)
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2023.06.06 19:29 The-StinkyWinky Honeymoon with mother and sister?

Hello reddit This is my first post and i don’t know where to post but iguess i just need advice on what to do. I just need to know if i’m overreacting/overthinking this.
So… me(22f) and my fiancé(22m) are getting married this summer. We have been together for almost 4 years. We have been planning our honeymoon since november and decided to go to greece. We are so excited and of course have told people where we will go and what activities we are planning on doing. This is where i feel a bit off. My older sister(30f) and my mom (54f) have been on many trips together and always say “we are going on a girls trip” and i always tell them that it’s not a girls trip if one is missing because they never tell or invite me. Last christmas they went on another trip without telling me. I found out through other people that they were going. The reason they didn’t tell me was because they assumed that i didn’t have the money for the trip…I didn’t but i felt so left out side mostly because they kept it as a secret from me. Don’t get me wrong i’m so happy that they get along and have some mother daugther time but as i said i feel a bit left outside so i told my sister that it kinda hurt me that they kept it from me and because they didn’t invite me. Yesterday at a birthday party i overheard my mother tell my aunt that she and my sister are going to greece this summer. Then i heard “our flight is in july 21” and guess what… thats the same day we are leaving for our honeymoon… to greece. I think it’s so rude. They literally can go anywhere and they pick greece… AND they could have chosen any day and they choose the same day as our honeymoon…
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2023.06.06 19:29 denizonrail First-timer and solo

Hey everyone, I just graduated from university and booked an ibiza holiday, ibiza was always my dream. As a solo female traveller my plan is to meet with people as much as possible- I don’t think that ibiza will be fun for a solo.. I’ll be in ibiza between 13-19th of june, and I bought a ticket for dimitri vegas on 14th. I am open for advices to must-do’s, good beaches, cheapest cannabis cafes… and is it safe to buy drugs from concerts? Do dealers deal inside the clubs?😁 Thank you in advance for answering🫶🏻
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2023.06.06 19:28 Noone3- Forgot these in the dump 🙃 didn’t edit at all. I’ll have to share some videos from this sunset flight, too beautiful. Enjoy your day all.

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2023.06.06 19:28 BasedQarsherskiy7337 New peaceful Islamic State appears in North America for months

What exactly defines a country? It is a region of land that must have borders, law, authority, and a population, and it must at least claim to have sovereignty to be a country. London is a city in the UK. It has borders, law, authority, and a population, but London does not declare itself to be an independent country. Palestine is a country but many countries choose to not recognize it because they fell for Zionist propaganda or spread it themselves. Israel is not a country but many recognize it. Exactly what is and what isn't a country is always up for debate. Just look at Russia's friend, South Ossetia.
Now, with that being said, we shall learn about the Muslim country in North America with Sharia Law and nearly 2,000 citizens!
Yes, alhamdulillah, you heard that right! There are Muslims from this Ummah today who can freely practice Islam and openly follow the divine legislation of the Quran without fear of oppression. The Islamic Sultanate of Qarsherskiy is a self-declared country, meaning it declared independence itself, but it isn't recognized as an independent nation by any country on Earth. The Islamic Sultanate of Qarsherskiy has its roots in 1991 but it wasn't until 28th of March 2023 that Qarsherskiy declared independence. While not everyone in Qarsherskiy is Muslim and Qarsherskiy is secular and allows non-Muslims to live there and freely practice their beliefs, much like the Ottomans, Qarsherskiy's law is the Quran and the constitution of Qarsherskiy states this. The Islamic Sultanate of Qarsherskiy is 13 square kilometers in size and has full control over the land it claims which is surrounded by the US city of Newport News, Virginia and York County. Qarsherskiy also claims overseas territories where Qarsherskiyan citizens live in autonomous small areas of land with their own local leaders and laws. Anyone can apply to annex their land into Qarsherskiy's overseas territories and appoint a leader. The Islamic Sultanate of Qarsherskiy has 1,947 citizens, most of whom applied for citizenship online and were trustworthy enough to get it accepted. Qarsherskiy also controls Aidenistan Autonomous Province in West Virginia and was named after Aiden Stalnik, a Qarsherskiyan non-Muslim who helped the mujahedeen of Qarsherskiy learn the layout of the land in 2022 and was made an honorary citizen. Lake 'Aydn County in mainland Qarsherskiy near the American border was also named after him. Qarsherskiy as a nation makes about 3.4 million USD annually with Wax Myrtle leaves and berries making up a large chunk of the GDP. The goal of Qarsherskiy is to create a homeland and safe space for Muslims in North America as well as a few other persecuted minorities such as Eastern Orthodox Christians and Alawites, although many local Qarsherskiyan citizens dislike Alawites for worshipping Ali Ibn Abi Talib (Peace Be Upon Him). Qarsherskiy has a flag, coat of arms, currency, and government which includes an intelligence agency, an army of 25 people, a navy with 19 people and some kayaks and boats, an airforce with 45+ people and some small planes, and a police department that doubles as a fire department and investigation agency with more than 200 employees. Qarsherskiy also has an Emir, "Powerplant" Ali, as he is known, who acts as a vice president under the leadership of His Highness, Sultan 'Ali Aq-Qarsherskiyy At-Tariq AL-Akbar, whom is a conservative Sunni Muslim who peacefully prevented several possible Sunni-Shi'a Civil Wars and did the impossible job of governing and leading a North American Muslim nation to success.
Qarsherskiy has a few problems though and isn't all perfect. A few problems include:
-Qarsherskiy isn't recognized by any country and the Qarsherskiy Passport is useless because of this
-Qarsherskiy had to fight a group of neo-Nazis but the USA would've invaded and shut Qarsherskiy down so they could only use water balloons and nerf guns, which are harmless, and it took 2 months for Qarsherskiy to win
-Alawite separatist movements with plans to overthrow the sultan exist, and you've probably seen the alawite separatists on Tiktok working with Atheists and Christians to make videos doing shirk and worshipping Ali, Kanye West, Bashar Al Assad, and Isa (PBUH).
-Qarsherskiy's sultan is 17 and a Muslim convert, and it has been hard for him to study the deen as Shi'a and Sunni Muslims constantly argued and tried to get him to side up with one or the other, creating confusion in him, despite being a Sunni
-The Ahmadiyya/Qadiani community in Qarsherskiy is trying to destroy the country because they are labelled as kafirs by every based Qarsherskiyan.
-Qarsherskiy's internet prominence has shrunken by 48% and few people support or even know about Qarsherskiy
-Despite defeating the neo-Nazis, Qarsherskiy still deals with "lone-wolf" neo-Nazi attacks on their trade routes that connect Qarsherskiy to the USA and Canadian global market economies
-Qarsherskiy's Autonomous overseas province of IslamOhio Beach on the coast of Lake Erie between Vermilion and Lorain, Ohio has been under surveillance by the police due to suspected smuggling allegations as locals exported Opium poppies across Lake Erie to Canada. (It also has a problem with a struggle to fairly elect a new local leader but that's being worked on.)
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2023.06.06 19:27 INFJaneA Death by One Thousand Paper Cuts's the thing...
I've come a long way with regards to my people pleasing tendencies. When my MIL blatantly disrespects boundaries (i.e.- my husband and I say "no" and she disregards the no/tries new tactics to get her way) I have no problem putting her in her place.
But...what about the smaller stuff? Typically, I try to mostly ignore the "small" things that she does...but they add up. Also-- when she makes a comment that is irritating or controlling or pushy and I ignore it, she'll typically keep repeating herself until I'm ready to explode. Part of the reason why I ignore her is because she HAS to be right, so if you contradict her, you end up having to listen to her anyway. There's no way to win.
For example, we saw her this weekend. Lately, she is hyper focused on my son's eating habits. Here's just a short list off the top of my head of irritating things she did:
So, anyway, this is a very lengthy post to say: WHAT do you do about the small annoying comments? Do you ignore them?? Do you engage them and risk the arguments from her??
I KNOW boundaries are not about controlling the behavior of others (i.e.- there's nothing I can do to make her stop) BUT...there has to be some way I can respond that will shut down further discussion.
Do you just hit your breaking point one day and say PLEASE STFU?????
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2023.06.06 19:27 ir1379 NYT article from 1971

THE compulsive gambler sub consciously wants to lose his shirt, of course, along with everything else he owns, and so he again and again puts down the rent money on the Montreal Expos or 80‐to‐1 2‐year‐old maiden fillies wear ing blinkers and bandaged forelegs. And if he's nothing else, Walter Matthau, the 50‐year‐old stage and movie actor, is a compulsive gambler. A few years ago, for instance, while in Florida to film episodes of a TV series called “Tallahassee 7000,” Matthau breath‐takingly managed in a mere two weeks to drop no less than $183,000. He lost the money, moreover, not by backing crippled nags at Hialeah but mainly instead by betting on the outcome of spring training baseball games, a way of tossing bundles of money out the window that should surely that year have won him the Nobel Prize for masochism.
Since dropping that $183,000, sum that eventually took, him six years to pay off to his increa ingly impatient Mafia ‐ connected book maker, Matthau has cut down con siderably on the amounts that he bets, especially when he goes to race tracks, and on a good day at Holly wood Park he can now come happily home having lost only $400 or $580.
Still, he continues casually to bet thousand dollars or so on things like N.B.A. play‐off games or whether or not a friend can name the capital of Albania, and so remains a prime example of the evils of gambling to all those New Yorkers who are thinking of taking a first‐time fling at the ponies because of an easy access these days to offtrack betting windows in Grand Central Station and elsewhere. “I think that off‐track betting is great for New York,” dryly remarked Matthau during a recent three‐day visit to the city from his home in California. “I mean, it's so democratic—if they keep up off‐track betting long enough, every body in town will be on welfare.”
Of course, though he has the mo rose, hangdog look of a chronic loser, Matthas is scarcely a loser in everything he gets mixed up in. Far from it, as a matter of fact. For example, when signing contracts for his last several movies he chose to gamble on accepting a percentage of the profits in lieu of a salary, and at least one of these gambles has al ready handsomely paid off—his per centage of “Cactus Flower,” a film he made a couple of years ago with Ingrid Bergman and Goldie Hawn, has so far amounted, to more than a million dollars. And he's also on the way to making another million or so as his share of the profits from each of his two most recent pictures—“A New Leaf,” a wacky comedy in which he is co‐starred with Elaine May, and “Plaza Suite,” the film version of Neil Simon's exceedingly successful Broadway play. So, unlike almost every other compulsive gamb er in the country, Matthau is nowadays just about literally rolling in money. Besides, pleased with the way that his career is going, with his marriage, with his three children, and with his seaside home in Pacific Palisades, Calif., Matthau is even happy, an emotion not normally associated with the compulsive gambler.
HOW does a compulsive gambler get to be one? The story of Matthau's life is perhaps an object lesson to all of those who have lately been spend ing their lunch hours in Grand Cen tral Station to wait in line for the dubious privilege of giving away their money to Howard Samuels and his Off track Betting Corporation. In any event, Matthau was born on the lower East Side of Manhattan on Oct. 1, 1920, the son of an impoverished Russian‐Jewish immigrant from Kiev, in the Ukraine, and of a Lithuanian born Jewish mother.
When Matthau was 3 years old, and his older brother, Henry, was 5, his father, a worker at such odd jobs as serving subpoenas for law firms, lit out for parts unknown, leaving him and his brother to be raised by their mother, Rose, who managed to scrape a marginal living for herself and her sons by working as a sewing machine operator in garment district sweatshops. In 1935, when Matthau was 15 years old, he learned of his father's death in Bellevue Hospital. His mother is still living, and—sup ported in the grand manner by her sons (Matthau's brother lives now on Long Island and is a jobber of surplus Army‐Navy goods)—divides her time these days between a penthouse on West End Avenue and a condo in Miami Beach.
During his childhood, Matthau, his brother and his mother lived in succession of cold‐water tenement apartments in the Ukrainian area of the Lower East Side, that is, around East Fifth Street near Second Av enue, being forced to vacate each apartment after only a few months because they'd got so hopelessly far behind in the rent that their land lord would have them evicted. Years later, when Matthau briefly sublet Paul Newman's house in Hollywood for $3,700 per month, he recalled with a shake of his head that $3,700 was more money than the Matthau family had spent on rent during 20 years on the Lower East Side. Mat thau, however, hasn't the slightest nostalgia these days for his poverty ridden childhood. “It was a night mare—a dreadful, horrible, stinking nightmare,” he grimly remembers.
On the Lower East Side, Matthau recalls, the highest ambition of most of his class ates was some day to become a salesman for a garment district dress house, for he himself secretly had far more exalted am bitions — by the age of 8, a day dreamer, a loner, a reader of Shake speare, he'd already determined to become a famous writer and actor. Encouraged by a teacher who ad mired his speaking voice, Matthau appeared in a number of school plays and also regularly recited poetry in school assemblies. On East Fifth Street, anyone who evinced an interest in poetry was thought by his classmates to be seriously lacking in machismo, and Matthau often found himself getting beaten up at recess by schoolyard bullies. So, already feet tall by the age of 10 (he weighed only 90 pounds, however, and, says Matthau, who is today 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighs 180 pounds; “when I drank cherry soda, I looked like thermometer”), he put himself through a regimen of muscle‐building until “I had Popeyelike bumps on my skinny arms and could beat up any body who made snide remarks about my poetry reading.”
When Matthau was 11 years old, in fact, one of those whom he alleges to have beaten up in the schoolyard was none other than Rocky Graziano, who grew up, of course, to become the middleweight boxing champion of the world. Of Matthau's claim to having beaten up Graziano, one can unequivocally make the following statement: The story either is or is not true.
IN any event, along with being a compulsive gambler, Matthau is also something of a compulsive stretcher of the truth. Or, to put it perhaps a bit more tactfully, a compulsive weaver of fiction when it comes to talking about his past. For example, bored with repeating the story of his life over and over again to interview ers, Matthau has on more than one occasion told newspapermen and magazine writers that his father was a defrocked Russian Orthodox priest who'd had to flee for his life from Czarist Kiev in 1906 because he'd been preaching sermons in support of Pope Pius X. And this story, told by Matthau to interviewers with an absolutely straight face, has appeared several times as the God's truth in such usually accurate publications as Time and Current Biography.
NOT long ago, too, when Matthau was in New York for a round of newspaper, maga zine, radio and TV interviews to promote “Plaza Suite,” chanced to be in earshot when he told a story to Neil Simon that he'd heard the night be fore from Gene Saks, the director, about a somewhat aging and hard ‐ of hearing actor who'd had trouble re membering his lines in a play last winter at the Palm Beach Playhouse in Florida. So, as Matthau told the story to Si mon, a prompter, unseen by the audience, was hidden in a hole cut into the front of the stage and instructed to call out only key words to the actor when a line was for gotten. “Drastic,” whispered the prompter when the actor went up in his lines on the opening night of the play. From the hard ‐ of ‐ hearing actor, no response. “Drastic,” repeated the prompter in a somewhat louder voice. Again, no response. “Drastic,” the prompter now all but shouted. Still no response, upon which a man in the second row of the orchestra stood up and yelled “Dastic!” The actor heard him, smiled, remem bered his line, and the play went on.
As show‐biz stories go, not bad. Not so great, either. The following evening, however, happened to be on hand when Matthau was being inter viewed by David Frost on Frost's TV talk show and was asked, “What was your most embarrassing moment in the theater?” And, without batting an eyelash, Matthau pro ceeded to tell the “drastic” story as though it was some thing that had happened to him years ago on Broadway.
He concocts personal anec dotes that aren't true, Mat thau later somewhat abashedly told me, because they liven up otherwise boring inter views and make his past seem more colorful than it really was. “Like saying that my father was a Catholic priest — I figure that makes me more interesting than just another Jewish actor who had a pair of Jewish parents,” Matthau explained to me with a grin. “Jewish and Catholic— if I can just work a Protestant into my background, I'm all set.”
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2023.06.06 19:26 echoedb Hybrid flowers

Hybrid flowers
The byproduct of my hybrid adventures. All to first commenter 😅 save them from Nooks. My beach is getting crowded and I need to clear them out
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2023.06.06 19:26 katpupperpawz Breathless Soul or Breathless Riviera Cancun?

Breathless soul is pricing out to be about 400 USD$ more for 3 night/4 day trip. For breathless riviera, we’d actually be booking a room on a secrets side since it is less $$ currently than booking xhale club on the breathless side. We’d spend all day over at the breathless pools, bars, etc, though.
This trip is meant to be more lively, fun, etc. soul looks very nice and modern but BRC looks more tropical yet still modern. The beach at soul looks to be better from photos but we’ll probably spend most time at the pools anyway.
Has anyone been to both and can offer any feedback? Things I care about most are good service, a good margarita and good food! For context I’ve been to a few Riu’s and Secrets resorts and haven’t had issues with food or drink at either place!
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2023.06.06 19:26 Momoe1211 Path is missing after Update

Yesterday I updated SVE from I think 1.14.18 to the newest version and now the stairs to the Nexus is missing. I can still use it via the warp points but the "original" path north of the Farm just dissapeared.
Also I have red errors now it says something like map is missing for luau beach and some other Events I am on Smartphone right now so I cant post log atm but will do If needed. Maybe its known already and not necessary.
Any help especially regarding the Nexus path is appreciated.
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2023.06.06 19:25 anaa2018 Is Marriage Supposed to Be This Hard?

tl;dr: I (36f) have been married to H (46m) for about 9 years now and we have 3 little ones. Marriage has been very hard for me and I feel I put in more than I get. I think about divorce often but I feel life as a single mom of 3 will be just as hard as being married and unhappy. Advice?
I feel there are two types of marital advice: one is that it's supposed to be really hard and you're supposed to continue to work on marriage and that there are long period where you may hate each other, but you just have to stick it out. Then there is the other side which says, with the right partner, marriage should be easy and enjoyable, and shouldn't feel like constant "work".
I'm kind of torn. I feel like my marriage has been mostly very hard. Granted, I'm the one who usually brings up the issues - which sometimes makes me feel like I must be the problem, because he seems fine with how things are. For a long time, I didn't feel like a priority in our marriage (I felt like he would rather spend time away, with friends rather than me; no gifts or any spontaneity, not taking me out on dates, etc., not be super helpful with the kids even when I was so overwhelmed). But he's not a bad person and not a bad dad.
He works a lot and comes home at almost the kids' bedtime. He also has been leaving home super early and he's the one who takes the kids to daycare, so I've been trying to get them to sleep earlier. Last night, I was pretty exhausted after a long day at work, grocery shopping, and picking up the kids from school. So while I was putting the 2 littles ones to bed, I asked him if he can put the older one (5 year old) to bed himself and he said ok. It took a while for me to get the two little ones to sleep. When I came out, I saw my older one was in her room with a phone in her hand watching a video while he was in the bathroom. When he came out, he immediately got on his phone. I went to her room and asked her if she had gone to the bathroom, she said "no, daddy brushed my teeth but didn't take me to the bathroom". He came to check what's going on and I told him, "well, she was on the phone and hadn't gone to the bathroom yet". He said "oh yeah, she's not used to sleeping this early so I let her watch something ". I told him that i had asked him to help me put her to sleep because I was tired, and now it's on me again to put her to sleep like every other night. He got so angry, went in the bathroom with her to help her go potty and yelled "get out!" at me. I said "excuse me?" and he locked the door and yelled "get out!" again. I was so shocked. I just kept standing there. My daughter kept calling my name and when I didn't answer, I heard her tell him "well, you yelled at her to get out and now she won't answer me."
That broke my heart. After she got out she looked for me again and he kept telling her to go to sleep. I finally ended up taking her to bed and sleeping next to her. After she slept, he came in the room and tried to talk to me. He said we shouldn't argue in front of her and that we just have different parenting styles. His way of putting her to sleep is to let her watch a show until she gets sleepy (by the way, that's how my MIL puts them to sleep too), but that if I wanted, that's fine, he'll do it my way. He said if I work so hard to be so strict I'm just going to hurt myself. Finally after he was done I told him all this talk and I still haven't heard you apologize for yelling at me to get out. He said "fine I'm sorry but..." and kept bringing excuses about things I've done in the past too.
Last weekend, his marshall arts teacher cancelled and so he had more time on Sunday to spend with us (that's his only day off). So we decided to take the kids to the beach. He wanted to take a tent he bought a while back, but the tent was at his mom's house so we drove there first to get it. When we got to the beach, he was opening it and then realized a part of it was missing and that he had left it at his mom's house. He was upset but I kept telling him it's ok don't worry. But to be honest, I was kind of irritated why he had kept the tent at his mom's. And it reminded me how he has so many of his things there, including his passport and his shaving stuff (he goes there every morning before work and shaves at his sister's bathroom - she's older than him but still lives with their mom).
I know this is long and all over the place. I just don't know what to do. I feel like like if I get a divorce, the kids will be torn between two places (plus, I know he won't do much of the parenting anyway when they're with him because he will just move back in with his mom and she will do everything). But if I stay, the kids will definitely see two unhappy parents and I don't want them to grow up with that trauma that I experienced myself as a child. I can try my best to let things go more and kind of check out of the marriage, but I know the kids will see that too.
I didn't grow up seeing a healthy marriage so maybe I don't know what it's supped to look like. So I guess my question is - is this just part of normal marriage issues?
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2023.06.06 19:25 IAlbatross [Thank you] Over 30 cards for an over-thirty guy!

Just celebrated my 35th birthday last week and was hoping for 35 cards. Well, I did it, and naturally, this subreddit provided the lion's share of the well wishes!
At the end are two cards whose users I don't know. If you responded to my "milestone birthday" post and one of these were sent by you, please let me know so I can give you the credit you deserve!
Without further ado, here's the shout-outs:
mypetitmal - Thank you for the card. My favorite part was the sticker of the man with the flowers in his beard.
alluu3 - Thank you for the card. Your dad joke gave me an audible guffaw!
heymorganm - Thank you for the card. I loved the little "happy birthday" banner you put on the outside.
littlemermaidxx - Thank you for the card. That superhero corgi? *chef's kiss*
spaaaaaacey - Thank you for the card. You were the only person who thought to include an Uno card. I liked the collage with my name on it as well.
MaeveTheBrave - Thank you for the card. Always glad to meet another Iron Man fan - I appreciated the stickers!
jane_q - Thank you for the card. Thank you for the card. I ADORED the hand-drawn hamster eating a strawberry. You've got some real art skill!
welshfancy - Thank you for the card. I am such a HUGE fan of the classic, retro Iron Man look, so your stickers were perfect!
u/welshfancy - Thank you for the second card with MORE stickers! That SoCal vibe is so thing. 100% groovy.
rosiealeo1 - Thank you for the card. You probably get this a lot but your handwriting is lovely, and I enjoyed the nature stickers.
primaryloon - Thank you for the card. The bicycle motif was really cool and I loved the texture of the card, too.
Themis3000 - Thank for for the card. I LOVED the hamster stickers. I'm one of those people who always gets anxiety about where to stick stickers but I think these are destined for my work water bottle so I can look at them every day.
cswl - Thank you for the card. I loved all the little mini-cards with notes on them on the inside, and the Patrick sticker on the envelope cracked me up.
u/wabisabi_sf - Thank you for the card. The black envelope was so swanky, and the wine dog post cards inside, these were amazing! They're all in my area so I can go visit them!
DoraDoodle - Thank for the card. I love dogs dressed up as people and the distinguished gentleman on the front of the "Best in Show" card was a delight.
KnightintheSky - Thank you for the card. Thank you also for acknowledging and appreciating the work I do for hamsters... you're right that little pets sometimes get overlooked, but not on my watch!
shamy52 - Thank you for the card. It's cool to know we're birthday buddies! I hope you had a good one, too!
TigerLady13 - Thank for you for the card. You really stickered it up good (and I loved that!) Thanks also for the post card... dog beaches are my favorite kind of beaches.
DianaPenPal - Thank you for the card. OH MY GODDD the superhero card complete with cape? This was SUCH a cool card! I don't know where you found it but it's amazing!
Jdoodle7 - Thank you for the card. It's rare to find a hamster-themed card but by golly you did it! Great quote on the inside, too, and beautiful calligraphy.
rennbrig - Thank you for the card. I liked hearing all about your vacation in Northern Virginia... I lived in Lexington, VA for a few years, and your story brought back some fond memories.
choffy13 - Thank you for the card. The hamster stickers are exquisite and will be joining the collection ASAP! I loved the wine-themed card and will definitely take you up on your offer to send one back.
Rura_Penthe924 - Thank you for the card. I love that it's local, and I am stealing your brilliant idea to print out a sticker with text to put on the card to make it easy to read and maximize postcard space.
IridiumViper - Thank you for the card. It's always fun to see someone get creative with washi tape, and I appreciate the well wishes!
ghostchild25 - Thank you for the card. It was both bright and spooky, which is absolutely my general aethetic. You also nailed it with the stickers!
birdiebennett - Thank you for the card. I appreciated the stickers and postcards you included. You have one of the best return labels I've seen so far, by the way!
ninajyang - Thank you for the card. The wine tags you included were so cool and elegant-looking. I've put them up on my cork board beside my sommelier schedule.
sea-shine2878 - Thank you for the card. They way you drew the confetti around the date and my name was a nice touch and I loved the way it vibed with the rest of the card. Very creative!
travel4me22 - Thank you for the card. Superhero-themed is awesome... and THEY MAKE SUPERHERO WASHI TAPE?! I love it!
OkayFlan - Thank you for the card. I appreciate the stickers, and I love how you always use multiple interesting stamps on your cards! My favorite was the LEATHERWORKER FOR INDEPENDENCE 13-cent stamp. I'm so keeping that one!
ezw_ - Thank you for the card. I'm glad my post request made you laugh and I thought including the Pokemon card was a nice touch. Those cards were definitely a major thing when I was a kid!
RitaAlbertson - Thank you for the card. I'm always amused by cards with non-card shapes, and your little cupcake was very sweet. (See what I did there? Hahaaa...)
Unknown sender - Thank you! You sent a postcard that says Happy Birthday with an astronaut stamp, and you drew a beautiful little cake on it. Unfortunately the post office stamped over your signature and I cannot make it out. It looks vaguely like "Jeunnie" but that's pure conjecture on my part. I'm sorry. The card was mailed from CA.
Unknown sender - Thank you! You sent a sparkly striped card that says "hi" and you drew a cute little Snoo inside. You signed it as "Bee from RAoC" but I'm not familiar enough with this subreddit to know precisely who you are! I'm sorry. The card was mailed from TX.
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2023.06.06 19:21 IceApprehensive3767 Advice on 1st long flight

Hi there! I need some advice on flying from the east coast to Japan - I’ve never flown that long and suffer from some back pain so I’m a little nervous. My boyfriend is stationed out there and left yesterday and said it was a really brutal flight and I’m nervous. I’ll be joining him at the end of July for 4ish weeks so my flights will be spaced out, but I’ll be going every 3/4 months and trying to prepare. Is it really that bad?
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2023.06.06 19:21 gentleboys Supervisorship bias when talking to people about how bad car culture is.

I come from a place that is pretty pedestrian friendly and it is accepted that, if there is a pedestrian crossing the road in a crosswalk, cars will stop and wait for them. I moved somewhere else that is more car centric and noticed drivers would frequently get frustrated with me for using a crosswalk in their path (not even going to mention how they react when I cross at an unmarked crossing...) Drivers will cruise towards me at full speed without stopping so they can try to thread the needle behind me. I'll often glare at them or shake my head as they do it and almost 100% of the time I will get flipped off, honked at, or worse (I've had a driver pull over and get out of the car and threaten to flight me because he "has places to be"). When I talk about this to some of my friends who are not from more pedestrian friendly areas they will say things like "this seems to happen to you a lot" or "all I am saying is this never happens to me". Aside from the fact that these people all own cars and do not rely on walking and biking to get around everyday, they also are the types of people to not exercise their right of way when crossing the street at a marked or unmarked crossing. In fact, I frequently see people in my city standing at the side of a crosswalk as multiple cars just fly by them as if they don't exist. People in this city tend to either wait for drivers to let them go or they don't cross at all. I'm realizing there's a Supervisorship bias at play whenever you talk to someone who has not had the experience of commuting by foot or bike in a city like this about how bad it is. They don't put themselves in a position to be confronted by drivers because they don't do the things that piss drivers off. Sadly, the things that piss drivers off are things you are expected to do by law... This is a pretty annoying phenomenon, so I just wanted to share. If you talk to someone who tries to gas light you into thinking you're a bad person for crossing the road, just remind them about the supervisorship bias.
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2023.06.06 19:16 Brahms12 I am new to this group. I would like to share a prologue and welcome! Any helpful critiques. And thank you for reading.

Lightning split the heavens exposing the night sky in a collage of crimson and lavender. The stunning and instantaneous color-scope illuminated the shadowy darkness and revealed a glimpse of the looming storm in the distance.
How beautiful, she thought as she stood, gazing out of the front window in her evening gown. The air was perfect and, for the moment, was calm and still. But when she looked down her hand was shaking. Images and thoughts flashed through her mind: her future, their new house, motherhood… her mind drifted. She thought about how lonely another night alone was going to be; how much she missed him when he was away.
Isotta tried her best to keep herself occupied during the long weekends when he was gone, mostly by gardening through the Spring and Summer, but she also read a lot. She’d already gone through the stack of novels in her husband’s study: The Godfather, Papillon, The Chosen, Fahrenheit 451, to name a few - It was a pleasure to burn, she thought.
They were just diversions though, the reading and the gardening. She used them to sideline the unpleasant feelings that crept in now and again. It was important to keep them away; to never let them take hold of her or her feelings. But she knew it was coming. She knew it was just a matter of time. She could sense it. Maybe I should start knitting baby clothes, she thought. And she sighed deeply and smiled.
Her parents and sister were not in the country and other than a brief visit a while back, she hasn't seen or spoken to them in almost a year. In this new life, this new neighborhood, she had no close friends other than the kind woman she met a few weekends back at the grocery store. A woman who was also pregnant with her first.
Looking across the house, through the living room and over the dining room table, she saw that the TV was still on. The Dick Cavett show. She had forgotten that she left it on. He had a lot of famous American guests on. Some of them she knew but most she didn’t. She liked his show, the few times she watched it, though she never paid too much attention to it. Plus, on this night the volume was turned way down allowing the sounds of the weather, the distant rumble of thunder and the building gusts of wind, to hold her allure for the evening. It kept her company.
The damp air crept in through the screen door on the porch and she felt its humid touch on her skin as the rain began falling, a drizzle at first. She relaxed to the sound of the popping droplets on the asphalt.
Isotta James, who came over from Italy and had been on her own since she was sixteen, was a very intuitive and free-spirited young woman. She loved the adventure she was on and enjoyed her new surroundings; the cool climate of Long Island in the Autumn.
It excited her to be married to an officer and live in a foreign country. She always dreamed of living in America and now it was a reality. And, she was looking forward to his return after the weekend so they could go out on more adventures together: hiking up Bear mountain or visiting fort Ticonderoga upstate, taking a day trip up to Woodstock for a romantic weekend. But she especially loved visiting New York City. That was the place where she felt the freest. Especially with him. It was so new to her and the energy was tangible . She could spend all day with Thomas in the city, holding hands, visiting museums and strolling down the sidewalks. She loved the food too, eating dinner at one place and dessert at another. It was like being back home in Barri but different. She felt so special when they were together.
As the night descended further and the sounds of the storm became spectral, a touch of late night tedium and discomfort snuck into her mood. Isotta, spending much of the evening downstairs trying to keep herself engaged, finally admitted to herself that she was tired and there was nothing more to keep her interest so she christened it a good time to head upstairs for the night.
She seemed to float in her blue sleeveless nightdress as she reached to shut the blinds. Then she turned off the T.V. and the light in the living room and walked through the house towards the stairs, turning the upstairs light on first. One step at a time, she told herself as she carefully walked up, suddenly aware of how tender her feet felt. Going up and down the stairs each day was taking its toll and she avoided it as often as she could. Subtle pings of pain began pulsing through her hips that she continued up the flight. Only one more month to go, she thought while she labored up the remaining steps, her expectant belly competing with her tiny frame. Groucho Marx, she mumbled. Yes, it came to her in a flash. Groucho Marx. That’s who was on the Dick Cavett show, she remembered him now. You Bet Your Life, she thought. And she did.
Once atop the last step and slightly out of breath, Isotta paused to collect herself. She took another few steps but then abruptly stopped. A faint dizziness came over her. She tried to wish it away but instead lost her balance for a brief second and braced herself, one hand reaching out to the wall. She glanced around as if forgetting where she was. Looking down she could see that her hand was shaking again. Harder this time.. She became light-headed and her vision blurred. The room began spinning and a lurching sensation grew from inside her belly. Something, she murmured aloud as she caught breath, something isn’t right.
She was telling herself to lie down, thinking she was going to pass out but instead she forced herself down the length of the hallway toward the bedroom, thinking that getting into bed would bring the most satisfying relief. It’s amazing how just walking up a flight of stairs can be so exhausting when you're 8 months pregnant.
But before she reached the bedroom, the cramps came back with an unforgiving determination and, with a sharp grimace, she clutched her belly and dashed into the bedroom, almost tripping over her own feet as she half stumbled toward the end table. She exerted herself as she reached for the side of the bed and with a flick, turned on the table lamp. She pulled out the drawer and rummaged around until her hand found the Rx bottle she was looking for. She twisted it open and promptly downed two pills and then hiked herself up onto the bed with a grunt.
During the pregnancy, Isotta was treated for eclampsia and the magnesium pills were the only safe thing that eased the woozy symptoms which came on frequently and were sometimes severe.
There's a heavenly feeling, though, in that first moment when you lie down in bed. First it's the feet and then the knees, the shoulders, the neck and eventually an awareness of your entire body sinking into the mattress.
She pulled the covers up to her neck and turned over on her side, maneuvered an extra pillow between her legs and then reached out to turn off the light. Isotta lied as still as she could enduring the queasy discomfort, knowing that it would take a few minutes to kick in. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and after a few patient minutes the nausea and spinning began to dissipate. Her head felt cool from the perspiration and her nightgown clinged uncomfortably to her back. But it didn't matter. Everything felt calm again even with the rumblings of the storm and the great flashes of light. With a gentle sigh, she closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Isotta woke up a few hours later. It was normal for her to wake up in the middle of the night but this time it was different. She had been having that dream again, the one where she was drowning in the bathtub with her baby in her arms. She could still feel the water filling her lungs and the anxiety rising in her chest. She sat up in bed abruptly and looked around the dark and silent room.
The dream had always been a terrifying one, but tonight it had been even worse. She could still see the look of confusion in her baby's eyes as the water rose around them. She could still feel the desperation as she struggled to keep them both afloat.
Isotta believed that if you need to get your mind off of something, the best thing was a change of scenery. So, she got out of bed to use the bathroom and on her way back stopped to peer out the bedroom window. The rain was still coming down and the wind was whistling around the corner of the house. She could barely see anything outside when she gazed into the darkness, but she thought she heard something. Movement in the bushes? Isotta held her breath so she could hear over din of the storm and, after a moment, the sound came again. Shh-Shh-Shh. It was hard to tell if it was the weather or if there really was something making that noise.
It crossed her mind to put her slippers on and go downstairs to see what was causing it but she was sure that it was the wind or the cover of the trash can dangling in the bushes. Thomas forgot to tie the lid down again, she thought. How was I going to sleep now? But then it stopped. Isotta waited for a bit, just to be sure. But it never came back. After a pause she decided it must have been nothing and returned to bed. It wasn't the first time she was alone in the house and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
She relaxed again into a fetal position, tucked the pillow between her legs and pulled the covers back up.
The more she thought about it, the less sure she was that she heard anything at all. It could have just been street noise coming through the rain, she thought. Who knows?
She lied in bed and thought about what to do the rest of the weekend. She really wanted to spend time in the garden. It was the perfect month to plant the Aronias and the Dahlias. The soil will be moist and easy to move around, especially after a hard rain. It wasn't going to be easy, being 8 months pregnant, but she was going to do her best.
The laundry definitely needed to get done too. She needed her gardening pants and knee pads and she had asked Thomas a thousand times to move the rocking chair to the other corner in the nursery. I should probably do it myself, she thought.
Just as she was falling back into sleep, she heard it again. Shh-Shh-Shh. But it was louder and bigger now. Something was definitely moving and it was closer, a lot closer. What?, she whispered in disbelief. It sounded like someone dragging a rake across thick grass in short powerful heaves. Her arm started shaking again.
There was a soft grunt like a man's voice and what sound did like a knock on the window. Just as she was about to get up and turn the light on she felt Thomas getting into bed next to her. It was dark and, although she was facing the other way, she could feel his weight easing down into the mattress beside her. That's odd, she thought. What's he doing home?
"Hi honey," she whispered in a half-woken voice.
A few seconds went by but there was no response. Maybe he was too tired to speak or maybe he didn't want to wake me up? Finally she could relax and drift off to sleep again but she caught herself.
"Honey?" she said again, this time with more curiosity.
But there was only Silence. And then she remembered, as clarity replaced drowsiness, Thom was supposed to be gone all weekend. He would have called if he was coming home.
She searched for his mannerisms: the way he shuffled his legs in the sheets, the heat of his body, his smell, the way he reached for her hand under the covers… only there was no heat, and no legs shuffling. Instead, what she noticed was how still he was. She could feel the chill radiating off his skin and there was a smell that was growing more and more bitter by the second.
“Who’s here? Thom? Is that you?” she asked in a nervous whisper.
There was more movement in the bed, rolling and shifting. The darkness was heavy, pressing Isotta down. Thomas shouldn't be home for two days, she thought.
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2023.06.06 19:14 Mountain-Pickle-9765 XCom 2 post mission freeze

Sometimes, after I finish a mission, when the camera is supposed to zoom in from the Avenger to the deck where the Skyranger lands and the surviving soldiers walk onto the flight deck and get promotions, the game will stop working before the transition can get midway through. I will be able to pull up the menu with esc key but if I select any of the options then the game will completely lock up. Usually I can load up an autosave when I next open the game and I can continue from the last turn on the previous mission however it happens quite often and it had some weird behavior where the game froze after the final cutscene on the alien fortress mission after completion on an ironman campaign and instead of putting me on the last turn, the game loaded up to the Geoscape and I can attempt the last mission again only the soldiers I had sent before were still injured if they were shot as if they had already gone on the mission.

I have searched a few reddit threads through google and somebody said that this happens when the game runs out of memory. Does anyone have any fixes for this or can point me towards debugging it myself? Thanks!


XCom 2 played through Steam Proton v 8.0-2
OS: Ubuntu 23.04

Mods: None
DLC: None (WotC installed)
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2023.06.06 19:12 Mountain-Pickle-9765 XCom 2 Post-mission freeze

Sometimes, after I finish a mission, when the camera is supposed to zoom in from the Avenger to the deck where the Skyranger lands and the surviving soldiers walk onto the flight deck and get promotions, the game will stop working before the transition can get midway through. I will be able to pull up the menu with esc key but if I select any of the options then the game will completely lock up. Usually I can load up an autosave when I next open the game and I can continue from the last turn on the previous mission however it happens quite often and it had some weird behavior where the game froze after the final cutscene on the alien fortress mission after completion on an ironman campaign and instead of putting me on the last turn, the game loaded up to the Geoscape and I can attempt the last mission again only the soldiers I had sent before were still injured if they were shot as if they had already gone on the mission.

I have searched a few reddit threads through google and somebody said that this happens when the game runs out of memory. Does anyone have any fixes for this or can point me towards debugging it myself? Thanks!


XCom 2 played through Steam Proton v 8.0-2
OS: Ubuntu 23.04

Mods: None
DLC: None (WotC installed)
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2023.06.06 19:10 Adventurous_Split_43 Worth selling or not?

Hi guys! Long story short, I purchased a brand new house for about $204K. Worth mentioning that the mortgage was below of my previous rent. The APR was 3.4%. For the down payment of 3.5%, I borrowed it from my 401K.
I was working full-time, relatively well-paid (had a $300 car payment) & single.
Then, I decided to lease a brand new car (all well within my means at the time and really, a goal/dream of mine). Big mistake:
Then life happens: - had a major health setback - Salary cut in half (disability) - Parents came (from another country) to “take care of me” - Then I had to pay flight tickets, increased costs with food, electricity, etc
At the year, major health set back again: - Increased costs - Parents were back to the States - lots of treatment were performed in the beginning of the year, aka, had not met the insurance deductible so I had to pay for everything - Probably over 15 weeks at home (=1/2 salary)
I started adding “everything” to my credit cards. I thought to myself that I would “catch up” once I was back to working full time. It did not happen & I lost my job right before COVID.
After that, worked as a contractor here and there but for short periods of time.
Situation today:
I HAVE ~$40,000 in CREDIT CARD DEBT. Is there a way out??
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2023.06.06 19:07 frankietease Carl Jung, Mandalas, New Age, Programming & Silencing Used

As a child, my family joined a new age religious org. : Morningland (#longbeachcult). I didn't realize until 40 years later I was programmed to control myself using mandala drawing. I self-hypnotized after being trained to do so, keeping me silent about my ritual abuse. They are still open today (Long Beach Cult).
I put up this new episode today on these topics using a few sources to flesh out automatic writing, automatic drawing and psychology used in my NLP. Tricky stuff.
Hoping you guys benefit from these recent revelations and self deprogramming. Hint - write your story timeline for you when ready - it breaks codes, I kept drawing right up until I wrote my unpublished story.
Check it out at
Ep. 58 - The Morningland Papers: Carl Jung, Mandalas, Psychology and a Female Psycho New Age Master
Take ❤ care.
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2023.06.06 19:02 cryingnintheclub flying in…super stressed about packing

please give me packing advice Bonnaroo gods! just moved back home from college, then got really sick, and am just now starting to pack. i fly in and go to site on Monday (working the fest 💪🏽). and then have another flight to Grand Rapids for Electric Forest after. This is only the second camping festival I’ve worked but I drove to my first one. I didn’t realize how much harder it is when you don’t have a car!!
should I invest in a hiking backpack? does it get checked or acts as a carryon? how do I fly with a tent? what can I most likely buy at Walmart there (before all of y’all get to site)?
happy too!!! just slightly stressed >.<
in case it helps with the backpack advice I am 23 F, around 5’3.
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2023.06.06 19:02 RKT0710 Advice needed for my first cactus

Advice needed for my first cactus
I brought this prickly pear pad home to Ohio from a vacation to Virginia Beach last august. I planted it in a 75/25 mix of sand and succulent potting soil and it soon sprouted roots and looked very green and healthy. Over the winter I moved it inside and it started to get dark brown edges. In the last month and a half or so we’ve finally started getting some warm weather so I moved it outside so that it could soak up some sun and hopefully start to grow. But it’s now starting to look worse. I give it small amounts of water once every 1-2 weeks and it gets full sunlight all day. If anyone has any advice or could point me to some good informational YouTube videos it would be much appreciated!
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2023.06.06 19:00 crazymomooo Got out a toxic attachment

I had a guy friend whom I considered my best friend at one point and had no feelings for him what so ever. He tried to pull me in to at least a situationship/fwb. I resisted every single move but didn’t end our friendship as I didn’t want to lose what we had.
He was very unstable financially and took some random loans from apps which he couldn’t pay back. He would pester me for money so that he can pay at least for interest of those. When I refused to give him money as I didn’t have much at that point, he constantly asked me to ask my parents for money by coming up with some or the other lie. I was not okay with it and didn’t respond to his messages as he was being unrealistic. He then asked my friend to send a pic of what I was doing on snapchat and the snap had me playing a game on my mobile. All hell broke loose!! He sent me the screenshot of my pic and called me a bitch for not responding to him when he’s in trouble. Later, he came up with some random apology and being an idiot I am, I forgave him.
But he didn’t change and there are times we go out or I spend on my online shopping, he constantly shamed me to no end by calling me names and saying that I’m a spoilt brat who spends money recklessly. Mind you, it was my fucking money. I earned those. He still thought he had a say in that. I once got a refund on my cancelled flight ticket and he asked me to him that refund money as I have already spent it, so I would be okay with no having it.
And he never had money on him. EVER. Whenever we go out, I had to pay. Every single time. From a street food to fancy meal.
He subtly used to ask for stuff as ‘gifts’ and slyly asked me once to order something on amazon. He wanted the same thing which I ordered. The order he shamed me for wasting money. When I asked him mode of payment and whether he’s okay with CoD, he had the fucking balls to say that I should pay for it otherwise he doesn’t want it.
He tried to control every single aspect of my life. From my friends to the relationship I have with my family members. He doesn’t like me talking to other guys as he ‘knows’ their intentions. He purposefully ruined my chances with my crush! On top of that he stole my personal pics from my phone when he took my phone on pretext of an emergency.
I have had it enough now !! I gathered strength to come out of this toxic mess I got myself into. I broke off this stupid ‘friendship’. I sense a weird and refreshing relief now, of not having someone on my head 24x7 trying to play me like a video game.
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