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2023.06.06 18:47 thekitt3n_withfangs Low-key or Introvert-friendly Pride events?

I'm a very shy, (barely out) bi/pan introvert with social anxiety. I've never been to any Pride event ever, and would love to go to something, even though public gatherings are a little hard for me in general.
Is there anything quiet or smallish, especially in the North-ish area (I'm roughly ParmeMoPac) that anyone could suggest for my husband and I to go to? It doesn't have to be an "event" per se.
I know this next part is silly and likely just anxiety, but I'm also worried about not being "visibly queer" enough, partly because I'm a cis woman married to a cis man. I worry about being seen as only an ally, and want to celebrate my true self for the first time, but also don't want to like offended anyone or something by being seen as fake or something, I dunno 😅
Thank you for any ideas or info anyone might have. Happy Pride, friends! 💜
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2023.06.06 18:45 Live_Review3958 First time mom and planning a baby shower. I’d like to send an invitation to family/friends that won’t get thrown away. What are ways (besides email only) to send out invitations that are sustainable? That people will reuse or repurpose?

Hey there! My partner and I are planning our first baby shower! Paper invitations often get thrown away.
What are unique ways to send out an invitation that can be reused or repurposed? What do other people do? I’m thinking a bookmark, or magnet? But need more ideas.
In the future I don’t mint using email for invites but I’d like this invitation to be special and a keepsake.
Thank you!
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2023.06.06 18:39 shenanigans2day Okay

Alright now that I’m a bit calmer and have had some time to reflect, I am going to choose to focus on all of the good that came from us meeting and not the shitty ending.
1.) You motivated me to want better for myself and to actually do better for myself.
2.) You motivated me to look inward and get to know myself better and that aided in a lot of personal growth
3.) You made me realize that I have some unhealthy, toxic traits still (as do you) and to want to tackle them head on.
4.) I really did appreciate the company. You made my weekends brighter for the past 2 years. I enjoyed your sense of humor so much.
5.) You gave me a better idea of what I am looking for in a partner. You have a lot of good to you and I can only pray my next partner possesses these qualities.
6.) You made me feel comfortable being me. The me without filters and masks. I know I can be a lot but you made me realize that my quirks aren’t a jail sentence for loneliness.
I’ll still always wish the best for you. I hope for your own sake you learn to open up and become emotionally available though i understand the reasons behind why you are how you are. But if you’re looking for love and companionship, you need to let your guard down. Walls don’t only block the bad, they block the good from getting in too!
You really are a special person and I do truly hope you find someone to shower you in the love and care you truly deserve. I hope one day you will open the gates and accept it. I’m sorry we couldn’t be this person for each other. I’m sorry my expectations are more than you could give, but I do hope you find someone that can meet you where you are right now. I know you hope for the same happiness for me.
Overall, you made multiple positive impacts on my life in such simple ways. For that I will always be grateful for having met you even if it didn’t end up how I wanted or expected. I learned that even though you love someone dearly that it doesn’t automatically make you compatible. Even though we have to say goodbye now, I just want you to know that you will always have a piece of my heart. Once I love, I love for life. I truly hope all your wishes come true and will always pray for you. Take it easy.
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2023.06.06 18:38 Remarkable_Ant7907 My (26M) girlfriend (28F) was "kidnaped" to a vacation we were dreaming of doing by her best friend

Hi everyone, here is a topic of the vein "should I be okay with that" as the obvious solution to the situation will come through discussion, the question is more how to get on with it.
For a time and background reference: the trip that cause all this mess is currently going on, I'm enjoying my free time to think about how to handle this and write you. This is with my (26M) girlfriend (28F) of 2 years, we've been living abroad our respective country for a while, in a quite shitty place, both of us strongly dislike. We send most of our time between the 2 of us as almost all our friend and families are abroad. In order to have a slightly happier life, we moved in together just before the trip happened.
Now the story, get yourself some popcorn it's a bit long.

Since around 8 months ago, we've been discussing the goal to make a very good travel to the sea together. Nothing precise, just go to a very nice place to enjoy the sun and relax. This was quite difficult to organise on her side. Indeed, her jobs allows her less days of yearly vacation than me, that she (rightfully) wants to also spend to visit her family and friends. On top she also has a lower salary than me. She never wanted me to pay for her vacation despite our salary gap, and this one wasn't different, so that and timing, we agreed to just wait a little for more favorable times.
Months pass (6 to 8), we keep looking for a place, more dreaming than anything while I'm getting quite impatient to organise something, and then appears in another country a music festival of a genre she really like, but also one of her very close friend (M28, let's call him Shaggy) I've never met Shaggy, since he's from her homeland, but she told me quite a lot about it (see later). Good thing is, it's over a weekend in a cheap place, so not too many constraint. Shaggy start to organise something rallying other friend of them. At this point, I'm not really aware the organisation is going on, I know she might go to a festival with friends, over a weekend and I think there's some time before it's set into motion.
A short couple of weeks pass and then and she drop me a bomb. She annonce me that the festival trip is booked, but on top, she tells me (and I think it's true) that Shaggy booked a follow-up trip behind her back, in aforementioned country for 10 days, doing multiple paradisiac beaches along the coast just the 2 of them.
So exactly what we wanted to do. But not with me.
There's multiple things going on here: 1- Before my fellow Redditors go full "she's cheating-dump her": she already went into a 1-1 vacation with shaggy. Actually, her last beach vacation was with him. To be honest I don't trust the guy, he's the kind that doesn't respect your consent. (FI, he once brought her to a naturist place, and got naked despite her being clearly uncomfortable) That's also why I believe is capable of pulling up this kind of booking bullshit. But I trust my girlfriend, our relationship is close to perfect (usual couple fight), love is strong, we know each other family and are planning to move in together.
2- The trip now involves quite some money, so this is not something that can be canceled, especially considering her finances (no it's not refundable)
3- Unsurprisingly, I feel betrayed and disrespected, since this is basically the trip that I've been waiting for her to let us organise, for MONTH and that we've been craving since we hate the place where we live and work.

Now comes the last nail in the coffin. Seeing this, I propose that I might come. I have vacations days, I have money, no problems. She counter argument that she could really enjoy some friend-time and that this might also not be the brightest idea to lock me in a music festival I'm not necessarily fond of, with people I've never met for 10 days.
At this point I really felt bad. I felt overlooked, betrayed, and disrespected beyond measure. But this arguments made sense, and I believed her story and motives. So in front of the fact it couldn't be canceled, I decided to be strong, put on my best poker face, made her understand I was a quite pissed this vacation was happening before the one we've been talking about, (and trust me she understood) and I told her to go and that she will enjoy it and I'll be happy for her. She promised me that we would do the next one together for sure, and tried to be super sweet since then to make up for it (she agreed for a short trip together in the meanwhile just after that)

Now comes today. She's in the middle of it and she's currently having an incredible time. Every news I get gives me a mixed filling of happiness seeing her being so good since a long time, and sheer resentment for the fact that I'm not there sharing it with her.
But also, with every passing days, thinking about how it unfolded, despite my trust, the little seed of "maybe there's something between them" has now started to grow. I have great trust-issues, as I've been betrayed very painfully and very often in the past. I also love her for the fact that she managed to make me trust her. But I must say it's becoming quite hard to not interpret a coincidence, a details, or a less talkative day negatively. And so, in front of my keyboard, I'm telling myself I will wait for her return to talk to her about it. All the while being a bit lost in my feeling, wondering what was the correct way to handle that and what to do next.
Was this really a terrible disrespect or am I telling it because I feel like it ?
What shall have I done different ? Did I disrespect myself too much ?
Should I forbid her to see this friend again, or should I ask to meet him ? (this sound terribly controlling)
Should I forgive and just plan our next vacations together (maybe surprising her ?)

Fellows, now's your turn. Give me your though, opinion, and your best idea to approach the talk, and what I should get out of it.

TL:DR We couldn't pull our dream vacation with my GF because of physical constraint. Then her friend "forced" her precisely into it alongside him by booking it for everyone. They then went together as "friend time".
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2023.06.06 18:34 sLaOsHha New to the game, I have few questions.

Hi,
I found this game yesterday, know nothing about this, and I am intrigued. Usually Reddit communities about games are excessively toxic, but here it seemingly that you are guys are extremely passionate about this game. So, sell me on this one. It looks like this game is in it's own "niche" and I would like to know more. I want to mention that I have no idea what this game is all about.
How is the economy in this game? Is it in depth or shallow with "rare" resources being always expensive and "common" - dirt cheap?
How is the battles in this game? Are they slow and methodical or chaotic and rapid? How much brain power should I put into this game, should I always make tactical perfect plans and calculate resources?
Am I bound to the story? Can I just decide that I am a cargo spaceship and just move resources around, learning about different planets and NPCs?
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2023.06.06 18:33 Forgetaboutthelonely "women hold up half the sky" Or why I stopped dating cis women and identifying as a man.

Hey everybody. It's been a while. I wanted to make a post discussing some changes in my life and how I've been reflecting on them.
Primarily. I wanted to start a discussion focusing on the idea that women are still largely expecting and pressuring men to live up to toxic and outdated gender roles.
Because the model of unilateral male oppression where "men" are the oppressor class that the system is built for while "women" are the oppressed class that the system is built to exploit. Is blatantly wrong.
The system rewards both genders differently. and has different but equally shitty roles for both. it does not favor either.
What many people don't see is how poorly society treats men who try to be anything other than a stoic provider.
A few months back I had a bit of a mental revolution. After a pretty amicable break with my ex girlfriend I started dating around. For one, I realized I'm much more Bi/pan than I had realized. (Dick is pretty great!). And I really don't have a specific reason to identify as male. I don't really care how I present, It's a matter of aesthetic. I like my nails painted and I like to smell like strawberries. If I thought a dress would look nice I'd wear it. But I fucking don't. So I don't. But I've started defining myself as nonbinary where I can. And it's only come with a sense of belonging and feeling welcome. People react differently. I swear. It's sadly noticeable how some (Not all) people seem to be more willing to show empathy if I state to them that I do not identify as a man. And it's even more sad that these are most often otherwise "left wing" people.
But on a lighter note. I also realized that dating trans girls is fucking amazing. And don't get me wrong. I'm still open to the idea of dating a cisgender woman. I just literally haven't found one who reciprocated my interest genuinely the way that the trans women I've dated have.
In the last few months I have had more fun, Felt more wanted, More accepted, more sexually desirable and more..... human?
So so many cisgender women would just ghost me if I wasn't jumping through hoops to "prove myself" to her. I've had more than one cisgender woman bluntly ask for a hookup only to ghost me when I didn't have a truck(not car, Specifically a truck) of my own to drive them around in. So so many times with dating cisgender women I've been treated like I'm some beast of burden. Like It's my duty to provide for them and my reward was them spreading their legs for some dispassionate emotionless missionary.
That's been my experience dating Cisgender women lately.
My experience dating trans women has been everything I've craved.
I've been approached. More than once now I've had absolutely beautiful transgender women send me the first message. And ask about me. What I like and not just what I do for work. How I feel and not just what I've done.
We've gone on simple yet amazingly romantic dates. Bike rides in the park on edibles to just getting fast food delivered and watching youtube videos on our shared interests while cuddling.
And don't get me started on the sex. And it's not just because of the familiarity trans women have with how a dick works. The passion is so real. sex feels like something they want to do. And not just a concession for an expensive date.
Now again. I don't want to say that women are malicious. Most of my close friends are women.
But what I'm trying to bring attention to with sharing this all is that men are still largely victim to their gender roles. And women play a much bigger role in enforcing these gender roles on men than most people understand.
There is this all too common yet repugnant mindset among some cisgender women that men proverbially "owe" or are below them. This I think is largely a product of the portrayal of "men" in popular discourse as being an inherently privileged oppressor class.
Something that is common even in right wing communities. Culminating in this toxic sense of entitlement myself and others have run into.
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2023.06.06 18:30 RandomGuyMe2000 Is this selfish and evil?

Lets say you live with a roomate and both of you are adults. By roomate I mean sibling at home.
You do your own work and personal life but make time to do things for the house/apartment, maintenance etc. Something breaks, you try to fix it. Theres no food, you go to the supermarket and buy groceries so you and the roommate can eat for the next 7-10 days, you do cleaning around the house etc.
You start noticing the other person is not giving the same effort as you are in cohabitating, you try to justify it but now there are clear behavioral patterns you cant ignore. They literally just eat, shower, sleep and use everything but dont take initiative in helping.
Once the fridge is empty, the other person doesnt ask you if he buys food etc or takes the initiative to go and buy at least cheap bread and milk. He ignores it and expects you to buy it.
So when you notice that, you test him...so you dont go to buy groceries. What the other person does is that he goes to the store, buys ONLY what he will consume, and the rest of the food he either cooks etc, places the rest of the food in trays and puts huge labels "DO NOT EAT, ITS MY FOOD. DONT EAT".
That behavior is dissapointing and clearly makes me believe he has some dark internal issues.
Is denying and not sharing food with a person you share the same roof with a selfish thing to do that roots from evil intentions?
Its like him saying indirectly "oh look Im eating all this food...but you are going to starve".
Even our parents by accident have nicknamed him "Rake"...yeah the tool you use to gather leaves. Its sad since he is 40 and this behavior reminds me of when we where 10.
To me, food is sacred...you dont play with denying food to someone. I have a sandwich, and you are hungry...I give u half. Thats how I see it no matter the situation of the other person wether is poor or rich, I dont play with food.
What are your thoughts?
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2023.06.06 18:30 VentItWithSafty I am the worst, dead-beat, pathetic husband and father that has been and will ever walk on this earth by killing the love of my life and the mother of our child.

I give no fucks where you post this. I just want this off my chest. I just need to vent.1
My wife was 26 and I am 29. Last year, we held our final conversation about having children. When we first met, we talked about wanting kids one day. We talked about the genders, names, what they would look like, the whole 9 yards. Everytime she never failed to metion how she would not pull through being pregnant or PPD with her anxiety and depression disorder. That being pregnant would be a death wish for her and how we should talk about getting a surrogate or just adopting. These talks always ended with me being angry and telling her that I don't want to be with anyone who is not willing to carry our child and how I don't feel comfortable with the idea that some stranger lives away from us with our child for 9-10mnths and possibly harm our baby by doing things that could be dangerous. Several years later and after sometime we've been married, we finally got off the pill and got pregnant. The whole pregnancy was filled with the worst panic attacks I had ever seen her have. It was daily hospital trips for her attacks and constant doctors appoinment for things she thinks is wrong with the baby or pregnancy.
Ultimately, it made her go into labor too soon and our son was born two months too early and living in the NICU until 2 weeks ago. I was beyond pissed off at my wife for putting our child in danger with all the stress she had "caused" and lost it on her, which I regretted instantly because it's no ones fault and no one can control these things. I told her we might as well have a stanger carry our kids because they have a better chance at surviving with them than their own mother. I also said she only has herself in mind by allowing her issues to continue instead of stopping them for the sake of our baby. Of couse, this made everything so much more worse. She never left the hospital, cried all of the time, said sorry to our son and to god. She stopped eating all together, lost intrest in everything, and no longer came to me for any of her panic attacks or problems. 3 weeks ago, me and the staff begged her to go home to shower and rest. She screamed at us that she refuses to let anything happen to our child again and leave him. I held her as she cried and calmed her down and told her I would stay up at the hospital all night so she can take a break and rest. I took her home, got her in the shower, gave her the meds for ppd she'd just got, held her for an hour in bed, and left for the hospital. The following morning I came home and found her but she was already gone. She left a note saying how sorry she was for everything.
If I had just listened to her years ago, trust her, and not encouraged her to suffer alone she would be here with me and our sweet son. I would have the love of my life and she could finally hold and feed our son without all thoes cords and know that she is a fantastic mother and wife. Men, I don't fucking care if you are married or not. Listen to them if they say they can't do something.
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2023.06.06 18:29 Dense-Expert7087 2011 6.7 high mileage oil leak

2011 6.7 high mileage oil leak
Has decent oil leak coming down the back of the oil pan and starter area along with down the metal “guard” in the front of the oil pan. I would assume the two leaks are derived from one main leak due to their close proximity. Anyone have similar issues or ideas? I took out my borescope but didn’t see anything.
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2023.06.06 18:29 FabGuada SOLO RP PROJECT - Week #13

SOLO RP PROJECT - Week #13
Hey Tibians!
First, I apologize for the delay, this weekend was double exp and I haven't had too much time to play, so even less for writing :-)
I have a lot of news, first of all, I got a new guild. It's small, but very fun people. They are planning to do POI and Inqui in some days, so that's incredibly useful for a solo player. It injects a bit more fun into daily game hours.
I also bought my first T2 item (yes, I know I've been thinking a lot about this). I got a depth lorica T2 for 6kk, pretty cheap (thinking that fusion it to T2 costs 5kk). I'm now looking if I can find any T1/T2 bow of cataclysm which will be my next upgrade.
Last but not least, what kind of bosses do you suggest to me to start hunting?
All right, let's talk about the details of this week's progress:
Main Objectives for Week #13:
  1. Level 245; possible new spots to test:
    1. Barkless
      1. Not tried yet.
    2. Something else? I’ll look if there are more spots to try at this level.
      1. Tested Grim Reapers, it was fun.
  2. Quests
    1. Find a team to complete WOTE
      1. Couldn’t do it yet.
    2. Still thinking about doing Warzone access.
      1. Couldn’t do it yet.
    3. Thinking to complete Pirats Quest to get access to the boss.
      1. Doing tasks every day I remember
    4. I’ll need to start looking at the new high-level quests that I can start on my level, not sure what I can do at this point.
      1. Probably jumping into some bosses.
  3. Charms
    1. I’ll keep going to different spawns to complete bestiary while leveling.
Played time: from Saturday 27th May to Friday 2nd, June.
Achievements:
  1. Level 246
    1. Got some levels on Banuta as rolled Medusa prey, it’s not amazing exp, still taking a long to kill, but worth it if lucky with rares. Around 3 - 3.5kk exp (peaked around 5 on double)
    2. Got some other levels on Werehyenas as rolled the prey. It was really good, around 4 - 4.5kk with summon (not double). Impossible to hunt there on double exp events.
    3. Hunted one exp prey on Darashia Grim Reapers. It was good, 2.5kk aprox on 150%. During double (Friday) peaked on 4kk, it was great tbh. Not worthy without prey. It was amazing to hunt those monsters hehe.
    4. A couple of levels on Glooth Bandits as it’s always worth and chill hunt. On average I do 2kk exp/hr on 150%.
    5. Rolled an exp prey on one of the Pirats, hunted there one level I believe. 1.8kk exp/hour but nice profit.
  2. Acquisitions:
    1. Bought a Depth Lorica T2 (it was cheap, 6kk)
      1. Tested on Grim Reapers and the dodge thing is so cool.
    2. Bought a Lasting Excercise Wand to rush ML on the double weekend.
    3. Sold some TC ofc.
  3. Quests, did some more:
    1. Did some Pirats
  4. Bestiary:
    1. Not updates on this.
  5. Skills
    1. Looking forward to get 1 more during double weekend.
Deaths:
  1. No deaths during this week, great!
Next week's objectives:
  1. Level 255; possible new spots to test:
    1. Barkless?
    2. Drakens?
    3. Lava Lurkers (just to try them, don’t like the idea of wasting)
    4. Try Grimvale Werewolf and Werebear cave.
    5. Glooth Tower
  2. Quests
    1. Find a team to complete WOTE
    2. Still thinking about doing Warzone access.
    3. Continue Pirats Quest to get access to the boss.
    4. Probably going to start Grimvale quest and hunt its bosses.
    5. Laiden and Tentugly access? Someone told me it’s worth, actually looking into it.
  3. Charms
    1. I’ll keep going to different spawns to complete Bestiary while leveling.
Thanks as always for reading all the way down here. I do appreciate all comments and suggestions on the progress. Let's keep it up!
A new addition to every week's content, I'll post a fun screenshot, this time choose the one from the last level on Friday (no filter, please do not complain on my windows xD):

https://preview.redd.it/xd6ovz5icf4b1.png?width=1920&format=png&auto=webp&s=5d27ea8dc9f408a516e9caab2f8d7f1dd041cbf2
See you all in Tibia folks!
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2023.06.06 18:25 SuchPig Failing Upwards Chapter 24

Universe by U/BlueFishCake
Previous Chapter
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I don't look like a sad orphan! I think.
Sean was frantically looking through his extremely limited supply of "nice" clothes. Haali had reminded him that while they were proper business attire, they weren't exactly glamorous or flattering. Sean had no use for fancy clothes, so he really didn't have any. Now here he was kicking himself for not having at least one nice shirt.
He leaned over and looked at himself in the mirror and groaned, "Damnit I have no idea what I'm doing. Reflection what do I do?".
He and his reflection both shrugged, "Ugh, some use you are.".
He stuck his head back into his closet, hoping that somehow a perfect article of clothing had somehow appeared there. Coincidentally he remembered an old shirt he had "borrowed" from his dad. He hadn't noticed it before, he kept it tucked away in a box at the top of the closet and he often forgot it existed. Besides, he virtually never looked through his clothes with this level of intensity.
As he reached up to the box, he began to feel increasingly ridiculous. It was one of his dad's old shirts from his partying days back when he was a little younger than Sean. Suffice it to say, the garment could be officially qualified as "old as shit".
Sean initially took it as a joke; something to wear to 80's parties or when he just wanted to look absurd. Fashion was an ever-changing force and so much time had passed since this shirt had been woven. You could turn a lot of heads for all the wrong reasons wearing this thing. But it did have one thing going for it: it strangely reminded him of something Haali would wear.
It didn't look like his fluffy pirate shirt or anything, but it had that same "I'm here to party 'till I die look". Sean fumbled around until his hand met the box, with an odd degree of reverence he slid the box off the shelf and he sat it on his bed. He flipped the lid off with one finger and winced when he saw it again.
I forgot how outrageous this thing is...
The "Turquiose Menace" as he had come to call it, would arise once again. He held it up; he smiled, then cringed, then weakly smiled once more. He held it over himself in the mirror and tilted his head from side to side, trying to make a decision. After a few more seconds of looking, he shrugged, nodded, "It'll have to do...". He gently laid it on his bed and went to take a shower.
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Haruk had been enjoying herself getting ready for tonight. She was smiling and running a brush through her hair as she hummed to herself. She had invested in a full body mirror and was enjoying the sight of herself looking so good. She was ecstatic to have an excuse to get all dressed up and look sexy. While she was quite satisfied with her appearance, she had a growing sense of dread in the back of her mind concerning Sean and Xerya.
Goddess I hope those two show up wearing something half way decent.
She stopped brushing her long hair for a moment to rotate around and check out her back side. She smiled and giggled a bit, she loved getting everything about this. She spun back around and pushed a lock of hair over her ear, she then resumed brushing her hair. As she raised the brush for another stroke, she froze.
I... I better go check on Xerya.
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Xerya wasn't used to this feeling, and she really didn't like it. She was someone who always had her shit together, and now was one of the very few times in her life where she didn't. The sliding door to her closet in her room was wide open. She had her arms outstretched, resting on the opposing sides of the closet. She had a thin sheen of stress sweat coating her face and her eyes were widened by a low grade panic attack.
Nice? What does that even mean? I think a tank top and sweat pants are nice. I know that's not what they mean, but shit, I don't really have anything to work with here!
She frantically shoved her hangers from side to side as she searched for some forgotten article of clothing. The real kick in the tits was Haali's specific ban on wearing uniforms. When she had first gotten word of their dinner date, that's exactly where her mind first went; hell, that’s what she always wore when she had to dress up. They might have been a little stiff and up tight, but it gave her a decent set of clothes that were accepted in most places.
That devious little imp had now starved her of her silver bullet for fashion. So now she was trapped in a clothesless wasteland of her own making, and she was running out of time. She was about to double down on her growing anxiety by panicking about the time but was interrupted by a knock at the door.
Several aggressive thuds on the door were followed by Haruk's voice. Her tone was a blend of teasing and legitimate concern, "Hey Xerya you alive in there? You didn't get crushed under your own tits did ya?".
Thank the goddess!
Xerya bounded over to her door, her massive jugs bouncing around with every step. She had been topless while trying to decide what to wear. She flung the door open wearing an uncharacteristically neurotic look of fear. She was greeted by the image of an irritatingly sexy and well-dressed Haruk.
At first, she thought Haruk had magically grown several inches, but then as she looked down she noticed the shoes she was wearing. A pair of high heeled sandals were strapped to her feet. She was adorned by a cobalt blue dress that clung to her hips and ass and flowed freely as it cut off just above her ankles. It accented her flat tummy and the curves of her breasts as two straps tied together behind her neck to hold the whole thing up.
She had shiny earrings on and her hair had been expertly curled and styled. Her long glossy ponytail cascaded over her left shoulder. The blue of her highlights blended with the blue of her dress...and at that point Xerya realized she was staring. At Haruk of all people.
Haruk grinned and gently slid her ponytail over her shoulder in a practiced motion, "Damn I must look good, I'm even making girls stare.".
Xerya's cheeks became tinged with blue, "I-uhh- no I wasn't!".
Haruk rolled her eyes, "Yeah ok whatever.". Her eyes then crept downward to the blue capped mountains hanging off Xerya's chest, "So uhhh", she pointed at Xerya's tits, waving her finger in a little circle, "What's going on here?".
Xerya's blush intensified, she felt vulnerable. Not because of her tits hanging out, but because she didn't have a plan. Not having a plan was not how she lived her life. "Haruk I don't know what to do! You and Sean said no uniforms and I have nothing else but my awesome comfortable clothes.".
Haruk pushed past Xerya and invaded her room while shaking her head, "My goddess...".
For such a clever and punctual person, Xerya really did live like an animal. There was clutter and random bits of clothing all over the place. Haruk spun around in place marveling at the duality of Xerya's existence, "How do you live like this?".
Xerya swung her door shut and stepped to face Haruk. She ran her hands down her cheeks, "It's worse than usual. If you can't tell, I'm sort of freaking out. What the deep do I wear? I don't know how to look good!".
Haruk didn't want to ruin her makeup, but she managed a modest face palm anyways. She chuckled lightly, "You already look good you idiot. You just need to learn how to show it!".
Xerya flailed her arms in frustration, "With what though? Look in that closet? Would you honestly allow me to wear anything in there to dinner? We both know you're going the be the self-proclaimed fashion police here.".
Haruk smiled and pointed right at Xerya's face, "And don't you forget it.".
Haruk quickly spun around and began to pick through Xerya's closet. A mere few seconds later she spun around looking like she just saw a ghost, "You're fucked.".
Xerya mirrored Haruk's terror, "...what... do I do?".
Haruk looked at her omni pad, "Well we could try to run out real fast a-".
"We don't have time!" Xerya shouted.
Haruk stood silently with her chin resting on the thumb and index finger. One of her long legs pumped rhythmically as if generating thoughts. She looked up to Xerya with a somber expression, "There's only one thing we can do then.".
Xerya was desperate, she'd try anything at this point. Sean would be arriving in a few minutes, and she was out of ideas. Her voice was full of desperation, "Whatever it is, I'll do it!".
Haruk nodded, "Come to my room, it’s up to my closet to save you.".
Haruk strode out without another word. Her mind was focused solely on the task at hand; and it was quite a task. Trying to fit Xerya into her clothes sounded impossible, but tonight they needed to accomplish exactly that.
Haruk opened Xerya's door, then her own a few seconds later. Xerya stood there looking across the hall with her hands hanging at her sides. She whispered quietly and fearfully, "But... how will I fit?".
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Sean was powerwalking his way through the corridors of the building. The black eyes of the marines were glued to him even more than usual. His shirt did not button up all the way, so he had been flashing his chest to everyone he crossed paths with. His face was burning red from all the attention.
It had been a constant stream of cat calls the whole way there. Many of the faces he recognized simply from being on the base a lot, and then there were the faces that belonged to his students. It was easy enough to ignore the strangers and run away. It was much harder to ignore Shinal stepping out of her room and staring at his chest while licking her lips.
Sean watched her nipples harden as she cooed, "You're looking... sharp today Mr. Warwick.". Sean felt obligated to say something on account of being her teacher. He smiled weakly and gave a quick, "Hi Shinal, see ya tomorrow.". He didn't even stop moving to say it. He blew past her as she leaned out her door to shamelessly stare at his ass like many others were.
Shinal pivoted back into her doorway and whispered to herself, "See you tomorrow...". She smiled up at the ceiling and disappeared back into her room.
Sean was grateful that he could see Xerya's door coming into view down the hallway. He never thought drowning in pussy could be a bad thing, until now. He laughed internally at the thought of a giant blue vagina popping out of a door somewhere and swallowing him whole like some sort of "Penis Fly-trap". He felt safer already as he gently knocked on Xerya's door.
His budding sense of safety quickly faded away as no one answered the door. That was very unlike Xerya to not stick to the plan.
I hope everything is ok. What if she's sick, or in trouble with work? That would fuck up the whole night. She better not, but she's better than that. What if something happened to her? Oh fuck maybe she's hurt... or worse!?
God damnit why does my brain always go straight to this insane shit!?
Sean looked to his right and saw several marines mingling about farther down the hall and trying very hard not to look like they were staring. Sean wanted nothing more than to disappear into Xerya's room, and now for some unknown reason he couldn't.
Fuck it, plan B.
He turned around and banged on Haruk's door in a decidedly more panicked fashion. A few seconds of insane daydreaming later and the door opened, revealing an exceptional looking Haruk.
Sean looked up extra high to meet her eyes, "Woah...".
Haruk smiled brightly and blushed, "Hi, Sean you look so...".
She bit her lip as her eyes glued themselves to his chest, "...good".
The reality of Sean's situation then dawned on Haruk. She leaned past Sean and looked into the hall; her suspicions were confirmed by the presence of the unwanted competition out there. She wrapped an arm around Sean's waist and quickly pulled him inside, "You beautiful idiot, get in here!".
Sean paced forward a bit and turned to watch Haruk push her door shut. Haruk put her hands on her hips, "You should have called one of us! You went through all that alone?".
Sean looked at the floor, "Ehh yeah, to both of those things, sorry.".
Haruk bent down and hugged Sean, "No I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be mean. I just want you to be safe.".
Sean turned and kissed her cheek as he wrapped his arms around her, "Well here I am in one piece, also, holy shit you look gorgeous!".
He broke out of her hug and stepped back to fit all of Haruk in his vision. He looked at her from head to toe, "You look so good I almost just wanna skip dinner.".
Haruk swooned, "If any of us looks good, its you! I've never seen a shirt like that. It's very se- um it looks so good on you!".
Sean laughed as he remembered how he dressed, "This thing practically came out of a time machine. It used to belong to my dad back when he was my age. I kept it just for fun, oddly enough it kind of reminded me of the shirts Haali wears.".
Haruk winked, "Well, whatever it is, it’s working.".
Sean couldn't help but to run a hand along Haruk's tight thigh, "Yeah, so is this.".
He looked up at Haruk and they swapped not so innocent smiles. Sean then membered why be was here, "So where's Xerya?".
Haruk looked to the corner of her room where her closet resided. Their rooms may not have had bathrooms in them, but they generous closets. She gently and quite reluctantly guided Sean's hand off of her thigh, "Let me go check. We had a bit of a clothing situation.".
Sean shrugged and chuckled, "Umm, ok. I hope she's about ready.".
As Haruk approached the closet Sean heard Xerya's voice, "I almost ready I swearing! And hi Sean!".
Sean smiled and looked toward the closet, "Everything ok in there?".
Haruk looked into her closet, "Oh my goddess!".
As she rounded the corner, she was greeted with the sight of Xerya annihilating her stretchiest dress. It was the only thing she had a hope of fitting into, and fitting was a very relative term in this case. She was spilling out of the top and bottom of Haruk's poor white dress.
She was frantically stuffing her tits back into the extremely low neckline. Doing so caused it to ride up her legs and damn near cause her ass to fall out the bottom. Her tits took up so much room in the dress there really wasn't much room left for the rest of her.
Xerya looked at Haruk with a worried expression, "Hold on I just need another second.". She reached down and pulled the bottom to cover more of her ludicrously thick thighs.
Haruk's looked shocked, "You're exploding out of it! By the Empress! You look like you're going to an erotica convention!".
Xerya turned to her looking terrified, "So, it's not working? We don't have time for anything else! And I feel ridiculous!".
Haruk was exasperated, "I mean, it's working, but not for the right reasons.".
Sean overheard this exchange, and he couldn't help but have a look. He peeked around the corner and his jaw hit the floor. Xerya was rocking a beyond skintight white dress that honestly couldn't contain her assets. He got there just in time to see her adjust her bra straps which made the dress ride back up her thighs again.
Xerya saw Sean emerge and blushed like she did the first time they met. She shyly put her hands behind her back and put on a nervous smile, "Hi".
Sean smiled ear to ear while fucking her with his eyes, "Hello to you.".
Haruk rolled her eyes, "See, he basically wants to fuck you right here. Only problem is, now we gotta go have dinner with our boss's, boss's, boss.".
Both Sean and Xerya wilted a bit, but very quickly their eyes began to slither all over each other again. Xerya huffed, "How do you wear these things Haruk?".
Haruk crossed her arms, "Well not like you, that’s for sure.".
Sean squeezed by Haruk, he was compelled to feel Xerya's touch. He literally couldn't stay away, "Xerya you look incredible.".
She quickly responded to his approach by kneeling down and kissing him. Sean allowed his hands to roam all over her, "Just uhhh, try not to pop out at the dinner table. I feel like that would make things maybe just a bit awkward.".
Xerya looked mortified, then relaxed a little, "Yes, I really do not want sex dinner.".
Xerya stood back up and Sean guided her and Haruk towards the door, "Yeah sex is for dessert, not dinner.".
As he said that he made eye contact with Haruk and licked his lips with a devilish smile. Haruk turned blue and bit her lip in anticipation.
They got to the door and Sean put his hand on the handle, "Ok, are you two as nervous as I am?”.
Haruk enthusiastically said, “Oh yeah.”.
Xerya, looking quite nervous, quietly and rapidly nodded.
Sean turned the handle and swung the door open, “Alright, lets try to survive this thing.”.
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The exo hangar was a loud, well-lit place. Most of the time. Now it was dark except for the lights in bay one. The building was eerily quiet except for the occasional clang or whirring of hand tools. As always, the place stunk of grease, coolant, and sweat.
There was one other sound that broke the pattern of mechanical noises.
"BROTHER FUCKING DAUGHTER OF A CUNT!"
Khe'siri leaned against the wrench and shoved with all her freakish strength. The sweat poured off her brow as she grunted and strained. She adjusted her footing, tightened her grip on the wrench and pushed again. Alas the stubborn bolt refused to turn.
She stepped back and shook the numbness out of her hands, "Goddess damned piece a shit! What crawled up your ass?".
She sat down on a crate and took a long sip off her water bottle. She scowled at the bolt; she hated it. She wanted to defeat it... to destroy it.
I don't care if it takes me all night. That little fucker is coming out of there.
Anyone else who saw her like this would assume she was miserable. That wasn't the case though. It was dark, quiet except for her, and there was no one else around. No people, no bullshit, just her and her work. This was her happy place.
Happy of course was a relative term. Khe'siri didn't have the broadest spectrum of emotions out there. She was angry more often than she wasn't, she was infamous for her fiery temper and foul mouth. A quiet calm was about as close to happy as she could go. Despite her swearing and endless threats to the inanimate objects around her, she was almost enjoying herself.
She stood back up and wiped her hands on her coveralls. As usual the top half was tied around her waist leaving just a tight black tank top covering her chest. Sort of. She once again glared at the bolt on the exo's ankle actuator, "Ok smart ass, you just earned yourself a date with the breaker.".
She reached behind her toolbox and retrieved a five-foot-long purple metal bar. It had a modular slot on the end to fit virtually any kind of nut, bolt, or screw in the Imperium. She had made it herself and was immensely proud of it. She was the only one who ever used it. Not only were many others afraid to interact with her, but they could barely even lift it anyways. It even felt heavy to her, and she loved it dearly.
As she wrapped her meaty hands around it, she looked at it with true affection. Love never brought her anything but trouble in the past. Love with people anyways, but the breaker only ever brought her joy. It was basically her boyfriend.
She had a joyous glint in her eye as she approached the bolt once more, "Alright you little shit, looks like we're doing this the hard way.".
She found herself holding back a smile. Despite the joy she felt wielding the breaker, she really hated that bolt.
Without any preamble she slotted in the proper head and placed it over the bolt. She had the bar angled across her chest so she could channel all her might into it. Between that and the massive mechanical advantage provided by its length, no nut or bolt had ever resisted its power. She was confident this one would be broken like all the others.
"TIME TO GET FUCKED"
Her biceps swelled as she dumped all her power into the breaker. This was the part where the bolt was supposed to turn. Where she got to win. To have at least one little thing in her life turn out her way. But it did not.
She grunted, those grunts turned into growls. Her frustration and rage crescendoed into outright yells, "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!". Almost as if the universe wanted to kick her while she was down, she caught a glimpse of herself reflected on a deactivated data pad as she screamed that question.
She let go of the breaker and thew her arms into the air. She was still looking at her reflection, "What the fuck is wrong with you?".
This was supposed to be the one thing she was good at. Her current failure reminded her of her abysmal scores in that stupid English class she had to take. Not that she really gave a shit about it, but she needed to pass. After a prior incident involving a gratuitous lack of self-control and a dumbass fellow mechanic, Sergeant Revni had creatively punished Khe'siri by enrolling her in English classes on base.
Now she was stuck in that class with a bunch of hopeless cunts who think they'll be able to fuck their teacher. Not only did she not like her classmates, but that human language was stupid. It's hard to learn a language when you hate it and the class.
Then there was that teacher of theirs. He was always parading around the room acting like he was everyone's friend with his tight little pants and fat ass. Guys only ever brought her trouble. Now she had to sit there and listen to a preachy little human male teach her his primitive language.
And now this bolt.
Thinking about the mountain of failures that was her life caused her temper to flare once more. She stormed over to the data pad and threw a punch fueled by her searing anger. The screen instantly cracked into a spiderweb pattern, and the entire back side now domed outwards. Not feeling satisfied, she grabbed the tablet and launched it across the room where it exploded against the opposite wall.
"FUCK!"
She stood there panting and looking at the floor while the hurricane in her mind gradually wound down. She turned to head back to the breaker for one last final try when she noticed something.
Oh my fuck.
The entire casing for that ankle joint was bent. It would be impossible to pull the bolts now. Fixing a broken arm had just turned into brain surgery. Khe'siri gritted her teeth and sneered, "Oh just wait till I find the bitch that drives this thing..."
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2023.06.06 18:21 maroonwarrior71 Build-planning analysis paralysis... need sanity check & suggestions/help

Apologies in advance for the omg-long post. It's breaking my brain.
I've spent so much time on fb marketplace and learning about castoff enterprise gear... and so much time researching components for a new build... and looking into nucs & tiny/mini/micros... I've learned so much but I just feel like a hungry person in a restaurant with a small novel for a menu. So many choices & options that look good and I just don't know the best way to go that quite nails it.
I'm hoping if I share my current equipment & use cases, the bottlenecks/issues I have, and what I currently think my desired outcome is... that you guys can point me in the right direction.

Current gear & uses:

Big picture - coaching & workouts, podcast recording/production, website design, "homelab" type personal projects
Thinkpad X1 Yoga 3rd Gen (i7 8650U, UHD iGPU) - "lives" at my desk in finished basement office space, travels as needed - used with Lenovo TB3 Dock (2nd gen) - Internal screen + 3 external monitors - Startech DisplayLink adapter used to make 3rd external (4th total) screen possible - zoom meetings & regular office-type / creator work happen here
Old Lenovo k450e desktop (has GTX 730 I think) - lives on other side of basement in "den" space, which doubles as home workout space - uses the den's led TV as primary display - only used for live 1 on 1 / group workouts over zoom, using OBS Studio to incorporate other needed elements to the stream - also can use one of the Thinkpad's external screens (via hdmi switch) for convenience so I can stay in one place to boot it up & open programs pre-session (takes... a while. it's old 😅)
QNAP TS-454A - personal NAS used for the typical *arr apps, Plex server, etc - currently has 12 TB usable, 1.2 free - dabbling with Docker, managed via Portainer. Actively using vaultwarden & paperless-ngx. Installed piwigo, homeassistant, nextcloud, etc, but haven't really done much with them yet due (waiting for more capable machine)

Current issues/bottlenecks:

  • when in Zoom meetings on Thinkpad, can't do too much else or it'll affect Zoom. Makes it difficult to effectively multitask and use reference material, take notes, screenshare things, etc. Using OBS really taxes the system.
  • used to use the Thinkpad instead of the k450e for the workout streaming/zooms using a CalDigit TB3 dock & that TV. Easy enough to just bring it over & use 2nd dock. Allowed use of OBS but just barely, and ended up with crashes/issues during a stream that led me to just use a separate machine
  • k450e is a dinosaur, takes forever to start up or open programs, not sure where the bottleneck is but either way it's a powerhogging inconvenience I'd like to get rid of
  • QNAP has served me well, but it's not very powerful and the integrated graphics can't do a whole lot in the way of transcoding for Plex. It also takes foooooorever to consume large doc files in Paperless, as well as taking a long time for other data-intensive tasks. Need something beefier, esp if I want to go down the homelab rabbithole & really play with homeassistant, set up nextcloud, and just generally "do all the things"
  • I'm sure I could solve some of my issues by not driving 4 screens on the Thinkpad, but it's helpful for my ADHD to dedicate different screens to different purposes and be able to keep certain things in view (out of sight out of mind). I imagine with a new setup I'd just be running the 3 external screens (no thinkpad), which would be fine.

Desired new setup:

  • need enough processing/graphics power to run OBS with multiple webcams, screen capture elements, would like to do chroma key (green screen), etc, and to be able to do it while also driving my 3 primary displays & whatever else I'm doing on that desktop/workspace concurrent with the zoom meeting
  • would like post-processing for podcasts/audio in Reaper to not take a million years
  • need a raid array for NAS, not sure if ZFS is the best option for file system or something else
  • would like 2.5 GB networking
  • would like enough oomph to be able to go bananas with homeserver things including lots of automation & camera-related things in homeassistant (looking at people/object recognition with Coral, etc)
  • looking at Intel because quicksync for Plex. Plus, I know & understand Intel and would prefer to stick with that rather than AMD even though I think I'd love to have ECC memory (but do I even really need it?)
  • would like to not consume a ton of power for the basic homeserver type things, which it'll do 24/7. I understand it'll consume more power when actively being used for daily office work, zoom / streams, audio & video processing, etc.
  • really hoping for TB4 either on the i/o backplane or at least via PCIe & mb header
  • DDR5 feels like a smart choice both for power efficiency and speed/oomph
  • really don't care about RGB 😂
  • need plenty of SATA because "lots of storage for cheap"
  • wifi 6e is nice but a 2.5 gb hardline is fine, I can live without wifi... it's not going anywhere
  • I like the idea of IPMI but I know that complicates things probably unnecessarily?
  • I like the external LCD on the QNAP but I imagine that's something I can do without?
  • Hotswap bays... something I thought was a must-have but probably really isn't.
  • would really like to not spend a fortune. $400+ mobo and $400+ cpu make me hesitant.
So... that's where I am.
Idk if it's a good idea to do it all with one machine running proxmox to virtualize what I'm currently doing with the QNAP, and... virtualize my daily driver office computer (thinkpad w/3 displays)? Is that... totally stupid / not gonna work how I imagine? I mean... accessing my "office desktop" (prob win11 pro) remotely would be pretty nice... and I already do that with the NAS... 🤔
I'm worried a NUC-type machine might not be enough for what I do in the office space, but if I put all the oomph in the new server across the basement why wouldn't I just use that as the daily driver too?
If I do try to do it all in one machine, is an i5-13600k a good idea? overkill? Would I be able to do it in ITX form factor or do I need to look at mATX (or... ugh... do I actually have to go full ATX?)
Presently I'm trying to find a z790 (DDR5, 2.5G network, plenty of m.2 & sata) to use with an i5-13600k as an all-in-one solution. But I'm having a hard time finding the right thing. Am I even on the right track?
gah. halp. 🏳️🆘
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2023.06.06 18:16 gravyfromdrippings How much info to give to the plumber's booking person?

A few days ago I found our basement water tank/softenehot water heater area covered in 1/4 inch water. All this is in a 2 door closet built around the equipment. I called a plumbing company and told them the setup and that there was a leak, no idea where. Got an appointment 2 weeks out. In the meantime, after cleaning up all the rusty muddy water, I found the leak coming from the water tank pressure switch and put a pan under it. The floor has stayed dry. Should I call back and tell them all this as a heads up or further info, or is that going to be annoying and they'd rather come ready for anything and not rely on the homeowner's "findings"? TL.DR: after initial panicked call, I found out more details about the leak. Call w/update, or STHU and let them do their job? Thanks in advance!
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2023.06.06 18:15 flyingomoplata80 Super73 z1 wont power on

Hi, after a long winter, I tried to turn on my super73 Z1 and it doesn't turn on. The battery is on (if you press the battery button, it lights), but the power button in the handlebar doesn't power on. I checked already all connections, but no luck. So any idea how to troubleshoot it? I would like to buy a cheap display to see if the problem is in the display, before buying an original. That's because the original costs around 150 bucks in Europe.. so any cheap replacement option for the display, so that I can try to pinpoint if the issue is there?
Thanks!
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2023.06.06 18:11 BALLS_SMOOTH_AS_EGGS Having a rough week, just need to let off steam.

Hey folks.
I sit there at 81 days and while I'm not going to drink today, I'm just struggling. I've got a lot going on right now in life, and I'll spare you every detail, but yesterday was a good old fashion shitshow.
It started with buying a couch on FB Marketplace. Went over to the persons house to pick it up and load it into a truck. Brought it over to my house. Everything was going well. I'm newly single and bought not just any couch, but a reclining couch, something I've always wanted. I steam cleaned it and continued about my day. I have a dog who is a huge couch potato and she was already warming up to it.
Hours later, I'm in the bathroom getting ready to meet my ex to negotiate buying her out of our mortgage (a whole other debacle). All of a sudden, my dog jumps into the shower after what I thought was a squirrel. I immediately freak out and leave the bathroom as I want nothing to do with what is about to unfold. My first thought was "I have no idea how a squirrel got into my house, but at least she has it in the bathtub. It will be easier to cleanup".
...And then I hear it, the cries of a cat struggling for life. My heart sank, I was absolutely gutted. How the hell did a cat get into my house? It must've snuck in while I was moving the couch in piece by piece, I assume. Whoever's cat it was, they were killed within a matter of seconds. I'm disgusted, saddened, and just completely besides myself at this point.
I call my ex to tell her our discussion about the house will have to be rescheduled. She offers to come up and help with the cleanup which was extremely gracious of her. We removed the cat and cleaned up the aftermath, taking my dog outside to hose her off in the process.
But then it hits me, the woman who I bought the couch from told me to look out for her cat who loved to hide behind the couch I was purchasing. I saw no sign of the cat while we moved it from her house into the pickup truck, and assumed it must've scurried away elsewhere. The woman selling the couch did not seem concerned, so I thought nothing of it.
To my horror, the cat that was killed was in fact her cat, and it must have hitched a ride somewhere inside a piece of the couch as we transported it to my house. I had to break the news to her last night. It went about as well as it could have, and I told her if there was any compensation or something else I could do to help the situation, I would be more than willing. Nonetheless, it was an incredibly traumatic and just awful thing to go through, over something as mundane as replacing my living room couch.
Anyway, that's the story of how my new couch got a cat killed, and now I have to look at my dog as a bloodthirsty killer. If you read through all of this, thank you, it means a lot.
With all that being said, normally I'd drink an IPA or 5 to help get through yesterday. But I handled it head on. What I did do, was order McDonald's since there was no way I was going to cook after that travesty. Cheers folks, IWNDWYT.
TL;DR Bought a couch, killed a cat
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2023.06.06 18:11 IAMAHobbitAMA Is there an overhaul mod like Pyanodons that concentrates on the late game?

While I love the idea of a massive and unwieldy mod with millions of recipes that all have byproducts, every example I've seen focuses mostly on the early game. My primary tools are circuits and trains, and a game that doesn't let me use them for 200 hours doesn't seem fun. There are mods that introduced super cheap and slow early trains, but that feels like cheating if that's not what the overhaul mod creator intended.
I like how Space Exploration lets you rush green science and just adds a lot to the end game, but it doesn't quite scratch the itch that Py has awoken.
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2023.06.06 18:09 melodic_equivalent69 My fiance is ready to univite his mother and aunt to our wedding and idk what to do

Hi there – it’s kind of a longer one so I apologize in advance. I (26F) feel like this is the right place to go to. I do not give permission to share. I am engaged and getting married in January 2024 to my wonderful fiancé (29M). I am so excited and so happy! Here’s the ‘but’ – his family, primarily his mother, is proving to be more and more of an ‘issue.’ His father is not really in the picture.
Initially, I really liked my FMIL. She’s outgoing, funny and thoughtful. But she can also be very immature, hypocritical and constantly makes herself out to be a victim who “didn’t do anything.” It takes two to tango, imo. Seldom is someone actually blameless. My FMIL is not perfect by any means and neither am I, no one is. My FMIL is dealing with her own issues that stem from her childhood traumas however, said issues are now starting to bleed over and have secondary and tertiary consequences. Semi-recently, FMIL has cut ties with her mother and sister. It’s important to note that her mother and father, my fiancé’s grandparents, at this time are on quick decline due to dementia, along with other complications of aging. FMIL’s sister, my fiancé’s aunt, the grandparents and my fiancé’s sister (FSIL) all live \~2 hours away from myself, fiancé and FMIL. So, said aunt has been left to deal with most of the logistics of the declining grandparents, alongside FSIL.
The beef between the FMIL and aunt is where it gets hairy. Both feel as though at this point they’ve done nothing wrong and without getting into all the details of it, both parties are guilty and not perfect people however, it ultimately started with my FMIL. My FMIL and the aunt keep involving my fiancé and FSIL in attempt to vent and talk about the situation and my FMIL specifically expects loyalty against Aunt in the situation. Both my FSIL and my fiancé feel so torn, While dealing with the impending loss of their grandparents, they resent the fact that they’ve been put in the middle of what is ultimately not their battle. Despite how my FMIL feels towards her sister, those feelings and problems don’t include my FSIL and fiancé so they of course still feel love for and still communicate with their aunt and FMIL does not like that. In a perfect world, FMIL expects that her children would cut ties with aunt and defend their mother.
While his aunt and mom have their issues, we continue to stay out of it and redirect that it’s between the two of them, don’t want to be involved and asked to choose sides. The only person who’s really asked us to choose a side is my FMIL. It is now to the point where my fiancé wants to cut out both his aunt and my FMIL from my Bridal Shower and the wedding because he is just so emotionally overwhelmed with this situation, the upcoming death of his grandparents (he’s very close with them, they helped raise him) and the renovation of our future home, which we are doing ourselves. While of course I know he knows much more about this situation, dealt with it longer and ultimately it is ‘his’ family, I don’t think we are at a point to where cutting both out definitively from such a momentous and, ideally, once in a lifetime moment is a good idea. I don’t think you can come back from that. And I know he cares for both so deeply. I think he just needs to take a step back from this all vs cutting ties.
I wish I could get aunt and FMIL locked in a room to just duke it out and at the very least agree to disagree. Both don't want to admit any wrongdoing and play the victim card and are choosing not to resolve anything at this point. I guess I’m just lost. I know my fiancé is hurting and I just feel so helpless :( Advice and TLC is appreciated greatly
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2023.06.06 18:08 kparmar26 Suggestions: Garage flatroof extension and internal wall removal into an existing storeroom

Suggestions: Garage flatroof extension and internal wall removal into an existing storeroom
Advice please. I'd like to renovate and extend my garage by utilising a storeroom built next to it. The garage currently has a flat roof with an up and over, and the storeroom has corrugated roofing sloping away with a door. They are both closed of from each other but share a common wall.
The idea would be to increase the storeroom brick walling to the same height as the garage and extend the garage flat roof above the storeroom. The common wall would also be knocked down so that garage and storeroom become one area, thereby allowing access to the whole space using the door.
Images: 1. Current build and floor plan 2. End goal drawing 3. Common wall condition - garage (left) and storeroom (right).
Questions: 1. Is this feasible for an amature on the cheap?
  1. How would I extend the current OSB roofing? And ensure rainwater run off direction? (See final image)
  2. Any complications knocking down the common wall? Do I need to add support for the new OSBs / new joists in the form of: a) column of brick work at both opposing walls plus a thick joist, [as currently seen in the centre of the garage - third image on the left], or b) a lintel of sorts?
  3. In what order should I go about this? a) Increase storeroom wall height, b) Partially knock down common wall at the top and install support joist/ lintel, c) Remove roofing above the shared wall to expose OSB, d) Install new joists and OSBs to extend roofing, e) Install roofing felt, edge trim, facia and sofits, f) Finally knock down rest of the common wall.
NOTE: it seems the garage has had a sloping roof in the past and this has been raised to accommodate a flat roof. See third image, it shows difference of brick colour which seem to be added following the slope, what do you think?
Thanks and happy to hear any wisdom!
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2023.06.06 18:04 Zealousideal_Elk1786 Motorized Projector Screen Broken?

I was letting the projector screen down then at about 70-80% of the screen being out it just dropped all the way down and won't go back up. Any ideas? It was just some random brand I bought off amazon nothing crazy, but wasn't cheap either so I would love to keep it if I can.
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2023.06.06 18:00 Arkyron [DC] I love rational worldbuilding. I hate rational character writing.

I've been a long time reader of this specific genre.
I won't say I've delved deep into it, but I've read milestone works as well as some smaller ones.

Standing in the shower, I had thought I would have written a long-ass essay on my feelings.
I opened up my browser, looked at the textbox, and ended up concluding that it wouldn't be a great idea to invest so much energy and time.
So I'll take a shortcut.

There's a certain word in the cultural zeitgeist that's been gaining traction in the past few years.
I believe that it perfectly encapsulates my misgivings about the bad side of this genre.
It expresses my disdain for the frequent pseudointellectual snobbiness, the disconnect from reality lesser works have, the lack of self-awareness, and so on.
That word is cringe.

Obviously, not every work is cringe, and not every part of a cringe piece is cringe.
But when I want to express why I dislike a rational fiction, that's the word that ends up floating up to the top.

This is my major problem with Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality, a work that is (in my opinion, unfortunately) foundational to this genre. Overwhelmingly, it feels like it was written with a sense of superiority -- of being less wrong -- towards the original work and its fans.

It's also my problem with parts of a more recent work, Worth the Candle.
Actually, I think I ended up overall enjoying the work. Like the title says, I love the world created by Alexander Wales. I love the detail, the consistency, the sheer cohesion of the hex.
However, there were times where I felt it was frankly laying it on a bit thick. Calling them caricactures would be a bit too much, but I do believe that the core cast were exaggerated in a way. At the end, it's outright said to be intentional, but that still doesn't redeem the dozens of chapters before the conclusion.
Althought it wasn't written with the vitriol that HPMOR had, there were still times I felt it was trying too hard to subvert the tropes of the isekai genre. Mainly in the "love interests" the main character had.
(Haha, look! It turns out she WON'T be a part of a harem, woah! How unexpected!)
(Uh oh, the dommy mommy yandere being a rapist actually isn't a good thing!?)

As a whole, I would say that this genre severely lacks good dialogue.
There's this idea that being rational is like the best thing when that's actually rather questionable.
There's also a lack of being able to separate being rational versus being logical.
I don't know if that's the right term for it, but here's a shitty short story that helps explain my idea.
A rationalist walks up to a man smoking a cigarette.
The rationalist asks, "Don't you know that smoking kills you? You'll live 10 years less on average!"
The smoker replies, "Well, yeah, but I'd rather live smoking than live 10 more years."
Basically, it's a fundamental lack of understanding that people have different values.
For the rationalist, living rationally frequently means living to their values "optimally".

Some of you might take this as me liking rational fiction, but not rationalist fiction, but I don't think that's quite right either.
I'm meandering a bit, and probably didn't get to the main points I intended to, but I feel like this has gone on too long for my own taste.
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2023.06.06 17:56 Guilty_Lavishness227 1/10 drift, need som help with lighting

I've been wanting more lights since I drive in a quite dark place (and most importantly it's cool). I have two issues, first I'm running out of power connections (only two available in reciever) and second, I don't want to drain the battery way to fast.
Would it be a good idea to buy those cheap extensions or could I power the lights of a seperate battery (pack?) Any suggestions would be highly appreciated.
(Current setup is police lightbar, around 15 leds, strong crawler static lightbar, 12 strong leds and 8 (4+4) headlight and tailight kit)
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2023.06.06 17:55 Guilty_Lavishness227 1/10 drift lights

I've been wanting more lights since I drive in a quite dark place (and most importantly it's cool). I have two issues, first I'm running out of power connections (only two available in reciever) and second, I don't want to drain the battery way to fast.
Would it be a good idea to buy those cheap extensions or could I power the lights of a seperate battery (pack?) Any suggestions would be highly appreciated.
(Current setup is police lightbar, around 15 leds, strong crawler static lightbar, 12 strong leds and 8 (4+4) headlight and tailight kit)
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