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2020.09.19 07:50 MrBKainXTRLoK Rewatch Season 3 Episodes 12&13: "Enter the Void/ Venom of the Red Lotus"
Book Three Change: Chapters Twelve and Thirteen PreviousHub Next: Book Three Discussion ; S4E1 Reminder: We will be having a discusion thread for Season Three as a whole, so keep the discussion here focused on these episodes themselves. Spoilers: For the sake of those that haven't watched the full series yet, please use the spoiler tag to hide spoilers for majospecific plot points that occur in episodes after the one being discussed. Discord: Discuss on our server as well. Fun Facts/Trivia: -The collapse of the temple while the airbenders are still missing is intended to foreshadow their possible elimination. -Kuvira is voiced by Zelda Williams -Zaheer's line, "we lucky few, this band of brothers and sisters of anarchy," is an allusion to the line, "we happy few, we band of brothers," from Shakespeare's Henry V -Venom of the Red Lotus is the 100th episode of the franchise. -The Red Lotus members die in the reverse order that they were released from prison earlier in the season. Overviews: Korra agrees to turn herself over to Zaheer to save the airbenders, who are being held captive by the Red Lotus. However, she and her friends are betrayed by Zaheer's group. As Ghazan tries to bring down Korra's friends, Bolin discovers he can lavabend and saves them with his new-found skill. Meanwhile, Korra and Tonraq face off with Zaheer on Laghima's Peak while the Beifong sisters attempt to bring down P'Li. Zaheer manages to push Tonraq off the cliff, much to Korra's devastation. Suyin succeeds in metalbending her armor around P'Li's head as she combustionbends; the following explosion kills P'Li instantly. With his earthly tether gone, Zaheer unlocks the ancient ability of flight and escapes, carrying the unconscious Avatar over his shoulder. After Zaheer has the poison administered to Korra, she enters the Avatar State and battles Zaheer, while Bolin and Mako duel Ghazan and Ming-Hua, ultimately killing the Red Lotus members. The captive members of the Air Nation escape, and use their abilities together to help Korra defeat and recapture Zaheer. However, the poison wreaks havoc on Korra; she is unable to move without a wheelchair, and falls into a state of depression. Jinora is anointed as an airbending master by Tenzin, who proclaims that, while Korra recovers, the Air Nation will return to its nomadic roots and serve as the world's ambassadors for peace and balance. Directors: Ian Graham(1), Melchior Zwyer(2); Writers: Mike(1), Joshua Hamiltion (2), Tim Hedrick (2) Air Date: August 22, 2014 (Online), October 9, 2014 (Nicktoons)
2020.09.19 06:01 InnerSpace0POE switch (Aruba S2500-24P) not powering on Unifi AP Pro
Pretty much the title. From what I've read the Aruba S2500 series is pretty common in homelabs for its great features/pricepoint balance. Unfortunately I'm not getting my Unifi AP Pro to power up via POE. Originally I thought it was the AP to blame, so I purchased a second to try, but it has the same behavior of the first - no indication of any power when plugged in via ethernet only. Powers up if I use the POE injector. Nothing obviously bad in the logs on the Aruba. The web GUI shows POE is enabled on the ports I'm plugging in. I ran some diagnostic commands and nothing is looking out of the ordinary from what I can tell (output included at end of post). The only odd thing I can see is when I switch the LED mode to PoE the LEDs on the ports that have PoE enabled are blinking. According to the manual (https://support.hpe.com/hpesc/public/docDisplay?docLocale=en_US&docId=c05315600) that means " Power enabled, but power denied due to unavailability." Searching the internet for that hasn't brought up anything useful about it though, so I'm unsure if that indicates something is actually wrong or it just means the switch doesn't see a device that is available to power on that port. Any help or ideas would be greatly appreciated! I'm unsure if I should return the hardware to the seller at this point or if I am missing something and just need to change a setting somewhere. I did a factory reset and installed the latest firmware as soon as I got the switch. I also booted into the other partition with an older firmware version to see if that helped, but no difference.
(ArubaS2500-24P) #show inventory Show Inventory -------------- System Card Slot : 0 SC Serial # : xxx (Date: 08/28/14) SC Model Name : ArubaS2500-24P Mgmt Port HW MAC Addr : xxx HW MAC Addr : xxx CPLD Version : Rev: 2.8 (0x2.8) PoE Firmware Version : 0.0.0 (Build: 0) CPU Assembly # : 2010152C (Rev: 08.00) CPU Serial # : xxx (Date: 08/28/14) Power Supply : Present (580W) : 12V System Voltage Ok : 56V PoE Voltage Ok Power Supply Serial # : xxx (Date: 08/01/14) Power Supply Model No : 2510064 Power Supply Vendor Model No : IPSN-580APA1 (Rev: 48.48) Console Card Assembly # : 2010111C (Rev: 01.00) Console Card Serial # : xxx (Date: 08/28/14) PoE Card Assembly # : 2010108C (Rev: 01.00) PoE Card Serial # : xxx (Date: 08/28/14) System Temperature : CPU Temp : 47 C : DPE Temp : 47 C : DDR Temp : 38 C : PSU Temp0 : 38 C : PSU Temp1 : 39 C : Exhaust Temp : 40 C : Mid Temp : 42 C : Ambient Temp : 37 C : Console Card Temp : 29 C System Voltages : 3300mV Sense : 3360.0 mV : 2500mV Sense : 2464.0 mV : 1800mV Sense : 1808.0 mV : 1000mV Sense : 990.0 mV : 900mV CPU : 920.0 mV : 1200mV Sense : 1208.0 mV : 5000mV 5VDD : 4998.0 mV : 5000mV 5VSB : 4950.0 mV System Fan Tachometers : Power Supply Fan 0 : 4655 RPM (Low Speed) : Power Supply Fan 1 : 4736 RPM (Low Speed) : FAN 0 : 4804 RPM (Low Speed) : FAN 1 : 4945 RPM (Low Speed) (ArubaS2500-24P) #show poe controller slot 0 Linecard Power Budget(W) Power Consumption(W) GuardBand(mW) PoE Management Cisco Compatibility Config Delay(ms) -------- --------------- -------------------- ------------- -------------- ------------------- ---------------- 0 400 0 11000 Dynamic Disabled 2000 (ArubaS2500-24P) #show poe interface brief PoE Interface Brief ------------------- Interface Admin Consumption(mW) Port Priority Port Status --------- ----- --------------- ------------- ----------- GE0/0/0 Enable 0 High On GE0/0/1 Enable 0 High On GE0/0/2 Enable 0 High On GE0/0/3 Enable 0 High On GE0/0/4 Disable 0 Low On GE0/0/5 Disable 0 Low On GE0/0/6 Disable 0 Low On GE0/0/7 Disable 0 Low On GE0/0/8 Disable 0 Low On GE0/0/9 Disable 0 Low On GE0/0/10 Disable 0 Low On GE0/0/11 Disable 0 Low On GE0/0/12 Disable 0 Low On GE0/0/13 Disable 0 Low On GE0/0/14 Disable 0 Low On GE0/0/15 Disable 0 Low On GE0/0/16 Disable 0 Low On GE0/0/17 Disable 0 Low On GE0/0/18 Disable 0 Low On GE0/0/19 Disable 0 Low On PoE Interface Brief ------------------- Interface Admin Consumption(mW) Port Priority Port Status --------- ----- --------------- ------------- ----------- GE0/0/20 Disable 0 Low On GE0/0/21 Disable 0 Low On GE0/0/22 Disable 0 Low On GE0/0/23 Disable 0 Low On (ArubaS2500-24P) #show poe interface gigabitethernet 0/0/3 GE0/0/3: Administratively Enable, Port status: On Maximum power: 30000 mW, Power consumption: 0 mW Port voltage: 0 mV, Port current: 0 mA PD class: Class-0, Priority: High, PSE port status: On
2020.09.19 04:19 fcatthepanerabreadA week in your favorite firearm dealer's not-so erotic life *or* FC's tale of two grandmas! 9/18/2020
Friday 9/11/2020 to Friday 9/18/2020 I won't do the play by play. It's more fun to just amalgamate the highlight reel of the week. Emails! Subject: Sig P226 Message: Will trade for RAS-47? FC: Sure. What do you propose? I have a century arms RAS47 that has 30 total rounds through it. Magpul furnishing blk on blk. FC: Right, you told me that earlier. Shipped or picked up? What value do you put on your trade? Meet in person I’m in Lafayette. Value 900-1000. FC: Okay, so I'm supposed to give you asking price for what reason? I have to resell that gun, so I'm supposed to buy it from you for $900 and sell it again for $800? I was looking for a straight trade so you’d only have to sell it for what your asking for the Sig, or more if you're good at your job. AK's are definitely a hotter demand item right now. I’d prefer if you could text me (number) (Editors note: FC does not text. Only drug dealers do business via text message.) FC: Let me get this right. You want a straight trade so I only have to sell it for what I'm asking for the Sig. I have to do the work of selling two guns so I can make the same money? You can sell an AK for more then the Sig in the current market. I’m just stating how easy it is for you to break even worse case scenario. FC: There's a lot of gun guys in the breaking even business. I'm not one of them. Plus, if it's so easy to sell an AK, why don't you sell it and bring me cash? It’s a trade so your only selling one anyways. Plus all will sell a lot faster... I’m not a dealer I don’t have people walking in looking for guns. Whatever easy sale and flip for ya but your loss bud FC: Selling an Sig 9mm plus selling an AK is two guns. You must have gotten that common core math. I'll tell you what. You think it will sell fast? Bring it over here and leave it with me. I'll tag it and put it out at $1200 and when it sells, I'll have a 226 ready for you. (No response) Subject: Sig P220 on Gunbroker Message: your ad says $1200 with CCL. arkansas ccl is reciprical with louisiana will you honor that? FC: Picking up in person? No. Reciprocal for carry not for anything else like NICS exemption. are you a federal firearms dealer ? FC: No I am not. (Editors note: I'm a manufacturer) if i can l can legally hold own and carry any firearm concealed on my body or in my vehicle , then the rest is just cash exchange between to citizens , i can legally have own and carry the p938 , there is nothing not legal , we cN do a orivate bill of sale photograph my dl and ccl incase soneonencommits a crime , i can have a truck full of guns all legal, i just have to do the background check again to be able to pick up at an ffl , nit requred to register or anything like that (Editors note: I delete the message) Subject: Glock 17 Gen 5 MOS $775 Message: Is that price for real? FC: No, that's wrong. I'll fix it right now. (I change it to $875 on the website) LOL o shit he raised it another $100, sorry man that petty ass shit doesn’t bother me. Honestly it just makes u look like a fucking joke. You’re the problem with dealers, it’s hard to find glocks this month so let’s jack the price up $300 and try to rob someone that doesn’t know shit about guns. Adam Kennedy FF/PM (name of his fire department and department phone number, sent from his department email) (I google his name and email. He's got a low serial number HK Mark 23 for sale for top dollar.) FC: I sold 10 at the gun shows for top dollar, this is my last one. Nobody's getting stock. If you want a $625-650 gun, I've got plenty of those but Glocks are selling for top dollar and then some right now. For instance, if you had a low serial number Mark 23 with everything that nobody could get - wouldn't you want top dollar for it too? I had a mk23 preban with original woodland operators bag, and original Wilcox attachments (well all but the IR) and I put it on the forums. I let people out bid themselves not post it for an absurd amount/hundreds above MSRP just because they are hard to find. The point is I’ve been in guns since around 2012, met some really genuine people and what sets that site apart is people seem to have a mutual respect for each other. I understand that you have a business and have to make a profit but if you can’t separate the two and not price gouge the absolute fuck out of very common items just because you feel you can. Then maybe that site isn’t the best place for you, 95% of the people on that site are individuals and when a business comes along and does that it’s a slap in the face. FC: So, you accept that you want top dollar because your merchandise is hard to find and are willing to accept the fact that the harder something is to find - the more people are willing to pay for it. You do it, and it's okay. I do it and I'm trying to rob someone? That's called moving the goalposts where I come from. Like it or don't like it, check gunbroker and all the other dealers - everyone's getting top dollar. I just did a show last week where I was $975 on Gen 5 19's, $775 on 43X's and $700+ on all gen 3 guns. The dealer across the aisle from me had Gen 5 34's at $1000. We're in business to make money, and people are willing to pay these prices because they're so hard to find. How do I accept that?? When I sold the mk23 I posted it for a set very fair price, people offered me more because they wanted it. And top dollar would be MSRP or close to, top dollar is NOT hundreds above MSRP. Let me ask you this, does Glock charge you more (the dealer) because they are selling a shit load of them and they are “hard to find??” Does what you pay for glocks as a FFL change as drastically as the prices you are charging based off the market? FC: You wanted, and got as much money for your rare hard to find product as you could? That's called getting top dollar! The new ford bronco is going to sell for above MSRP. For THOUSANDS more. are you going to call Ford and complain about that? Of course not.H Hundreds above MSRP is what guns are selling for right now. If you had some for sale, are you telling me you'd sell them for hundreds less than you could? I have not gotten a wholesale gun in stock in months, I have been buying guns at retail to resell. Glock does not set prices and distributors have nothing to sell me - so your question is entirely ridiculous. Do you remember the last time around 7 or 8 years ago when Colt 6920's were $2500 and SCAR 17's were $5000? That was nowhere near MSRP and I didn't hear anyone complaining. Since you don't seem to like it at all, I suggest you leave public sector employment and try to run a business and pay the bills with no product coming in wholesale. (Editors note: FC used to be a public servant. FC used to work in the fire department. FC knows that you can get in deep shit for sending profanity laced emails on city email account with email signature. I forward the email to his department chief with a polite message tactfully reminding him that all emails sent to a city email are preserved as public records.) Subject: Noveske lower Message: Would you be willing to do a one for one trade? I have a NIB Anderson lower. I’m specifically looking for one of a few specific brands of lower and Noveske happens to be one. FC: So I'm supposed to trade you even up and sell an anderson for more money? BTW. CTD got lowers back in this morning. They're andersons and they want $199 for them but I don't think I'm going to be able to get that price. (No response) Phone calls! A: Guy wants a folding bracestock. I ask him if he wants a brace or a stock. He does not know the difference. I ask him if he's building an SBR. He says he's building an SBR, specifically an SBA3. I die a little inside. B: Guy calls looking for 100 rds of 38 special for his colt python. Drives up in his tesla and hands me a ritz calrton titanium black card. $75/100 okay? No problem. He asks if I have any more at that price. I tell him as much as he wants. C: Endless calls for 9mm and 380 ammo. D: Guy calls me asking for a Glock 43X. He comes in and looks. I tell him $775 as he's holding an Amex. I say I'll do better for cash. $775 out the door. He says deal. Comes back the next week with $575 cash and I look at him funny. I paid $550 for the gun retail but he owns the Chickfila 20 miles up the road and gives me a stack of be our guest chicken sandwich coupons. I begrudgingly accept. E: Lady calls me she's headed to the range in a few hours. She needs 500 rds of 40S&W and some 380. Me: I got it. 500 rounds of 40 - $350 1: $350? Me: $350. 1: No, no no! Me: Yes, yes, yes. 1: It can't be $350! That's $350! That just can't be! Me: Welcome to 2020 1: Well the 380 ammo is cheaper right? Me: Not really. You're looking at $65 a box. 1: No, no no! Me: Nobody's got ammo right now and we're getting top dollar. That's the price, feel free to shop around. She never calls me back. F: Guy calls me asking about my Federal 115gr 9mm. Cheapest on Ammoseek is $57 a box. I don't want to be that high so I price it at $55/box. He says how much for the case. I tell him 55 times 20. He's bad at math so I tell him that's $1100 for it all. He calls me an asshole. I tell him everyone's asking me to get 9mm ammo so I'm buying it retail and marking it up. He tells me not to buy it at retail and hangs up on me. G: The gun club president calls me. the club needs a new 5.56 upper. I ask why. Someone shot 300 blackout through the old one and destroyed it. I tell them I don't have any uppers. I have complete rifles. Cheapest is $900 for an S&W sport M&P. I can hear his jaw dropping. There's other miscellany but you get the gist of it. NOW here's the meat and potatoes you've wanted! The tale of the gun show! Friday 9/11/2020 I take inventory. I'm down to about 350 guns in stock and I pack as much as I can and get it ready for the show. I've got some Sigs left, a handful of Glock and a mishmash of everything else. I head to bed early knowing full well the next show will be a good one. I bought a bunch of Glock 43X's retail. Saturday 9/12/2020 I pull chocks at 615AM. This show is about an hour down the road from my house, the last time I was there I sold nothing all weekend, broke my oakleys and vowed never to return. This time is gonna be different, I said to myself. At 7AM I walk in and I start loading into the show. It's a small venue in the middle of MAGA country. Everyone wearing red hats and trump train shirts. In a few hours the doors will open and we are off to the races. I will do hour blocks instead of my previous play by play for simplicity. 9AM: Slow start, the show is spread out across TWO buildings so they route people into the other side and it takes them about 30 minutes to make their way into the big room. First sale of the day is my last Sig 365. For $700. It takes an hour and a half to get his background check back. 10AM: Guy points at an FNS 40C and wants a deal. I make him a deal at $525 cash out the door. He says he'll come back and think about it a bit. I sell a shield for $500. I sell a Glock 43X for $775. I sell a Glock 43 for $700. For some reason everyone is calling me Daniel. It takes me an hour to realize it's because I'm wearing a gray Daniel Defense polo. 11AM: FNS40 guy is back. He says it's a deal. I hand him a clipboard. he hands me an already filled out 4473 like another dealer rejected his sale. It's folded over on the long side and I tell him to fill out my form in front of me. 10 minutes later he hands me the pre filled out folded form thinking that I'm stupid. You gotta be shitting me. I park his ass in a chair hand him a pen and tell him to start writing. He fills it out. I enter in his background check and it does not come back right away. He gets antsy. 12PM: FNS 40 guy wants his money back. I refund it and keep $100 for me. I grab my tablet and someone has swiped right on my bumble. We begin chatting and I ask her if she wants to go to dinner. She's a little older, in her 40's and works for a bank. What the hell, why not. Someone asks me what it takes to suppress his beretta 92. I tell him he needs a threaded barrel. They run $250. Someone overhears me and brings by his S&W 5906 and expects me to get a threaded barrel for $250. Guy asks me to bring the threaded barrel tomorrow. I say sure. 1PM: Lady comes by and asks me if I have any 5.7's. She's on the phone reading down my inventory. I ask her if the gun is for her or her friend. She says for her. I show her the 5.7 on the table and roll my eyes a bit. 2PM: 5.7 lady comes by with her butch lesbian lover. She tells me its a deal and I hand her the clipboard. She fills everything out with lots of errors. I get her background check in and I tell her $1375 Her jaw drops. She was looking at the FNS 9mm for $575 next to it and didn't think that 5.7 pistols were $1375. She coughs reeking of weed. I void the sale. Guy walks up asking me for 70% silencers. I just laugh. 3PM: Another guy comes over asking me if I got a 5.7. I tell him yes. He says he's got $1000 right now for a 5.7. I tell him I'll take $1000 as a down payment. He laughs and is adamant that I take this $1000 for a 5.7 tagged at $1375. I ask him if he's got cash and all his ID and everything. He's on the phone it's actually for a friend of his. I ask him if his friend can get here before the show closes at 5. His friend has no CWL so his wife has to buy it but he's going to pay for it. This guy is barking up the wrong tree. I go back and help someone else. He's looking at a Springfield XD I've brought and asks me if I'm making any deals. I tell him we're not doing a lot of discounting at the show. He shrugs and says he tried. Another guy asks me for a Glock 43X. I walk him over to the stack and show him the tag at $775. He scoffs at me and walks away. 4PM: Show starts slowing down. I write up a Sig P238 Tribal and a P938 BRG for some customers at $700 each. I write up a S&W M&P15 sport for $900 as my last sale of the day. The lady was super nice and understanding when I pointed out the errors on her 4473. 5PM: Time to go home! I dump off some transfers to another dealer and hit the road. It's an hour to get back home. 6PM: I take a shower, shave and get to the restaurant for dinner. 7PM: I'm at the restaurant waiting at the table and I discover that the woman that said she was in her 40's is actually a 58 year old grandma of 2. Someone shoot me. She says she's not that hungry and proceeds to order soup, salad, a martini, an espresso and dessert. She's ordered $65 in F&B to my $35 steak. This was a complete waste of an evening. My depression worsens and not even a bowl of mint chocolate chip can break me out of this funk. My will to live is eroding by the minute. I fall asleep at midnight and set my alarm for 747AM. I make a mental note to move up my therapist. Sunday August 16th 747AM. Wake up, take a swig of orange juice and run down to the deli and grab a sandwich and get down to the show. I grab a threaded barrel for a Beretta 92 on my way down. Note: The guy never shows up for that barre. 10AM: Get to the show and uncover my tables and get cranking. It's a slow start to the day. My first sale is a Springfield XD. The show goes on and I write up an FNS for someone. The customer writes the check out payable to HK NO COMPROMISE. I look at them confused. FC: Why is this check made out to HK? 1: That's what it says on your shirt, HK NO COMPROMISE - that's the name of your company, right? FC: sigh 11AM: Guy wants a can without a tax stamp. 5 12PM: Someone walks over. Points at my stack of silencers 1: I can't pick one of those up here! FC: You got two arms don't you? 1: I mean I can't buy one here! FC: If you got money you can buy one! 1: You're a real smartass you know that! FC: Beats being a dumbass! The peanut gallery laughs at our exchange. 1PM: Guy wants to buy a Walther P22. Fills out the front sheet of the 4473. Satisfied with his answer, he turns the page along the perforation, rips it off and proudly hands the top sheet to me. I die a little bit inside. 2PM: 7 different husband/wife combos ask me for shield EZ pistols. I write up my last M&P 15 sport I brought to the show for $900. It's a good day! I debated bringing another but I figured selling two for the weekend would be plenty. 3PM: The lady that bought that S&W M&P15 yesterday? She wants another one. I have three left on the shelf. I take her money and tell her I'll meet her at the show next week and she says no problem and does all her paperwork. u/throwawayfire343 's coronavirus infected ass shows up and needles me on a gun. 1: How much do you want for this $150 gun? FC: About 350 1: really FC: Gimme $200 and fill the goddamn form right 1: deal! I take his money and wrap up a few other folks and get ready to pack up and head home. He does the form right much to my chagrin. 4PM: Show is closed. I start packing up. I snag 500 rds of 9mm off the dealer across the show. He started with a full pallet. Most of it is gone. Price? $500/thousand. I am packed up and on the road in a little under an hour. 5PM: Homeward bound........I wish I was........HOMEWARD BOUND.............. I hit the truck stop for some diesel and a cold fountain drink. 630PM: I get back to my desk and dump off a fucking STACK of 4473's. I make a bank drop for the cash and I unload and head back home. I'm starving, I go grocery shopping and grab some comestibles. I cook myself dinner and head home. Monday September 14th 10AM: My back is out and my depression is worse than ever. I don't know what hurts more, my back or my brain. I head in and get my 4473's worked on from the show. 11AM: Guy asks me to get some 9mm ammo for him held until after work. No problem. He says he'll be here at 445 after he gets out off at 430. He works around the corner. 12PM: Lunchtime. It's Chicken Bacon Ranch day at the market. I'm starving. I grab my keys and get ready to leave when I get a call from a lady from the gun club. She wants one of my last Sig 938's. I tell her to come by, I'll delay lunch for her. 1PM: Laura shows up and spends 45 minutes with me trying to decide on which 938 she wants. She has no intention of shooting this gun she just wants one in case antifa shows up. She leaves and says she will come back in 45 minutes. Great, I can go to lunch now. 2PM: It try to go to lunch. I am not successful. Laura calls me asking me more questions and tells me she has another friend wanting the same gun. I tell her I will put my lunch on hold and she can come on by. She and her friend debate Sig 938's for a while and each of them buy a gun. I got a twofer! Woo! This calls for a celebration called lunch. 3PM: I get a call from a semi regular. This guy buys a gun or two a year. He's getting his concealed license and does not want the government to know he's buying guns. So he's sending his wife in to do the 4473 for his birthday present, a Wilson CQB 1911 they've purchased off gunbroker. I tell him great, send her over and I'll get her paperwork done. I get ready to go to lunch. The phone rings, Laura and her friend want more of my time. Fine. I will put my lunch on hold. Come on over. 4PM: Laura and her friend come over and Laura suggests that I give each of them a few Sig 938 7 rd pinky extension mags for free since they just bought two guns. I look at them in great pain. Women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent. I'm sorta in a woman hating mood after this week but I don't want to take it out on them. I explain politely that NOBODY is getting free goods right now. if you want mags, I have three left. They spent 25 minutes arguing with me and then they decide to buy all three mags. Great. Terrific. I'm going to lunch now. Your business is appreciated now GTFO. The guy that wanted me to reserve 9mm ammo for him? Yeah he no showed. 5PM: Beef jerky lunch time. I get my keys and get ready to walk out the door. The wife of Wilson Combat buyer is running errands and can be over here. Sure, come on down. I'll be here. She does all her paperwork and we talk for 2 hours about how autistic you all say I am and how not autistic she says I am. Nice lady. She brought me gummy bears. I tell her I am clearly on the spectrum because I behave and think exactly like her autistic son. She fails to believe me. 7PM: I can finally go have lunch! I go to the Olive Garden for lunch. 815PM: I get home from the OG. This is not going well. My colon does not like the pasta and breadsticks. I spend the next hour and a half making three trips to the throne. This fucking week. And it's only sunday. God damn. I take a tylenol PM and sleep it off. Tuesday September 15th 10AM: I get in and start catching up on vendor calls and paperwork. 11AM: UPS rolls in with a wilson and some piece of shit suppressor from some company. I call Lisa and tell her that the package is here and she can pick it up anytime. She says she will be right over. 12PM: Lisa gets her gun and thanks me with some things she got at walgreens. Red hots, and pens. I laugh. I tell her it's fine. She's confused. Her autistic son always liked Red Hots and pens. 1PM: I swing over to the deli and it's Monday. They have hot browns today. I love a hot brown. I grab one and check in on facebook telling the world of my discovery. So many great job poopin memes and comments ensue. 2PM: I call the guy who's got the el cheapo 556 can. He's pissed. That can was supposed to be sent to another dealer across town. I tell him his options. A: I can do his form 4 and charge him my hourly. B: I can ship it back to the vendor and charge him my hourly. C: I can ship it to the dealer across town and charge him my hourly. He's PISSED and tells me to do the forms for him. I tell him email me all the info and I'll get it done. I get an email in GMAIL CONFIDENTIAL MODE. What's CONFIDENTIAL MODE? It's a self destructing email you can't reply to, forward or cut and paste from - which makes this useless since I have to cut and paste all the info he's given me. I tell him I need the data in a different format. He yells at me about PII and stuff and I offer to do the form 4 in front of him. He relents and emails me what I need. It's missing a birthday. No biggie. I email him a draft and he says it looks lfine. 3PM: The guy comes by and he's pissed at the vendor and takes it out on me. I tell him if he does not want to do the forms from me, I can send it to the dealer across town. He's mad as hell and I've discounted my rate to $100 as a goodwill gesture. 1: You're charging me $100? FC: Yes 1: But you're not doing anything. FC: Here's the checklist. 1: The other place did my photos, fingerprints and everything and charged me $100. FC: Great. I'm not spending $8000 on a fingerprint scanner to make it back $100 at a time. 1: So you're not doing anything. FC: I did these forms correctly as you asked. 1: But you didn't even do my fingerprints! Or my passport photos! What the hell am I paying you for? FC: Why'd they send the item here/ 1: Hell if I know! You should call them and find out! FC: You want me to call them? 1: Well you dealers have a special phone number and email. They won't answer my calls or my emails. FC: What makes you think they're going to answer mine? 1: You're a dealer! You have a special back office phone number to reach them that I don't have, right? FC: Are you kidding me? 1: No! You all have that special communication system that the public has no access to! FC: Gimme your $100 and get these forms reviewed, I've got another customer to help in a bit. 1: You mean I gotta mail it out too! The other place did that for me! FC: You want me to mail it? I'll mail it. Get the prints done, get the photos taken and get the form filled out and I'll mail it. 1: The other place answered all the questions for me! FC: I. DON'T. CARE. 1: I am really upset about all this you're charging me the same money and you're doing no work! FC: You want this can? 1: Yeah FC: Then follow my instructions. He pulls out three credit cards with damaged magnetic stripes that won't work. I manually key the card and I'm now working for $96.50 dealing with the biggest pain in the ass I've seen since operation machinegun salvage in 2019. 4PM: I have to go to fedex to drop off today's orders. 1000 rds of 22 leave the building for $189.48. A bunch of mags to the west coast and a Sig P220 are leaving. 5PM: Make it to Fedex where I say hi to Cathy and the gang. I swing by the market on the way home and grab some shredded romaine and a thin cut top sirloin. 545PM: Now I told you this story was a tale of TWO grandmas. Here's the second. I get a call from my attorney buddy Eddie, my partner at the consulting company. He got a call from a lady needing help with some ATF Forms. He knew it wasn't his area of expertise and wanted to know if I could do it. I said send the details my way. He tells me it's an older lady and to expect an email. Moments later I get an email from him. Subject: Forms for Karen Witherspoon Message: Will, attached is ATF correspondence from ATF to Karen, I think you can fix this. Thanks! I look at the attachment. NOTICE OF TAKING DEPOSITION DUCES TECUM - State of Louisiana vs Billy Bob Ray Thibodeaux FC: Eddie, I got your deposition notice not the ATF forms Eddie: Whoops FC: If that's the worst thing that happens this week it's not a bad week. Eddie: She knows you're charging her I didn't give her a price. FC: Lemme look at it and see what we got. 6PM: I call Karen and ask her some details. Her husband was a former licensee/SOT and left a machinegun behind when he died. She did ATF Form 5 and got some errors and needs help fixing it. Just as I'm on the phone with her Eddie emails me the packet. It's bad and riddled with errors. Out of 20 fields that all need to be filled out correctly, 12 are wrong. And not a little wrong. A LOT wrong. I won't get into it here but I might in a separate post. ATF wants the forms back at their facility in 30 days. The mailing date was 2 weeks ago. Which means these forms need to be corrected RIGHT THE FUCK NOW and sent out. Oh and she's got no fingerprint cards. I tell her that I can drop everything I'm doing this evening, go over everything with a fine tooth comb and have this done in a few hours and I can drop them off tomorrow. She says if I can make a house call that would be good since she has furniture movers coming to empty their house in the morning. I tell her no problem. $350 and I'll see her tomorrow. I run down all the forms and fix everything. I do a public records search and pull court filings for the probate and print them off and enclose them as ATF requested. $350 for basically an hour's worth of work isn't bad. There's a steak/bottle of wine split for Eddie in there since it was his lead. 8PM: I call Karen back and tell her I've got everything done but ATF needs a copy of the will. She says she has it. I got everything else they asked off the clerk's website. She's super impressed. I tell her there's a reason Eddie called me. 9PM: Time to cook dinner. My phone is about to die. Just as I plug it in I get a call from u/fat_italian_stallion He NEVER calls me unless something's up. We had a quick chat over the weekend at the gun show that went something like this FC: So that's how I got catfished by a grandma on bumble FIS: LOL that is epic bad. I'm in New Orleans for a week on vacation with the gf FC: The psycho one? FIS: You know it. FC: If you need bail money let me know FIS: I just might! That was Sunday morning. It's tuesday night. My phone dies as I try talking to him. I switch to my landline and call him. FC: What up? FIS: I need a solid FC: How bad is it this time? FIS: Can I sleep at your house tonight? She went nuts again and attacked me. FC: I told you not to get invovled with her didn't I? FIS: She's hot! FC: You know I'm like 3 hours away from you right? FIS: Yeah I got a half tank of gas. FC: Go fill it, here's the address. See you around midnight. You hungry? FIS: Starving. FC: I was getting ready to fix dinner. I'll see you at midnight. Get here when you get here. 9PM-1145PM: I fix up the guest suite and prepare dinner. I run to the Target near my house since they close at 10 and grab a few more things. I get back just before 10 and I prepare to fire up the grill and get a steak going, salad and a fresh ravioli dish drowned in Rao's tomato basil sauce is on the menu. Steak hits the fire at 1130 and is resting by 1145. I plate everything and have it on the table at midnight. 1145PM: I get some spare towels and hotel soaps and shampoos. I head out to the driveway and turn on all my lights and leave the garage door open. I set a lawn chair up and crack open a large bag of boom chicka pop poprcorn and await the arrival of one u/fat_italian_stallion 1204AM: u/fat_italian_stallion rolls up. I've got guns and roses "Used to love her" playing on the ipad FC: sup? FIS: Long day. FC: Dinner's on the table. Lets eat. Wednesday September 16th We eat and go to sleep. fat_italian_stallion does not know I have slid my spare ipad into the guest suite on the nightstand. Did you know you can set an alarm on an ipad to instead of making a noise to play a song? 757AM: The ipad alarm wakes up fat_italian_stallion. The song? A little band called Confederate Railroad blasting "I like my women a little on the trashy side." He'll have to tell you the rest of the story. 9AM: I chat with fat italian and we chat a bit skipping breakfast. He has decided to leave this godforsaken state and put some miles between him and the psycho. I don't blame him one bit. 10AM: Breakfast! I throw on a charcoal canali and hit the chickfila drive thru for some breakfast chicken biscuits. I head to my desk and get some paperwork and some calls done. 11AM: I get a call from my attorney buddy Sam. He wants to know how many laws his client who has sent in a Form 1 and not notified the CLEO has broken. I explain I was just having that debate with someone on the internet! It's not a big deal but still kinda a big deal. Our consensus is that it's not count one on the indictment but it could be count five or six. 12PM: Lunchtime. I'm not hungry so I skip lunch. I head to meet with the grandma with the MG and I go over all her new forms that she needs to get fixed with fingeprint cards and my notes. She's super appreciative and gives me $350 in cash. She can't find the will. I call her attorney that I know and he's not picking up. I tell her see if she can get an original copy of the will from the clerks office or from the attorneys office, they normally have a copy. I ask her what plans she has for the gun. I mean, what's a grandma supposed to do with a registered Colt M16? All her husbands friends wanted it and they all offered her the same amount so she didn't need it and decided to sell it. She's taking the $5000 she's getting and going on an Alaskan cruise with the grandkids after the world calms down. I shrug. She should have called me. 2PM: Back at my desk, I call the judge's chambers that's doing the probate. Judge Smith LOVES the 308 that I got him a few years ago and is super pleased with my services since he didn't tell the wife about his purchase and I had just gotten a damaged case of 308 PMC Bronze that I made him a hell of a deal on that UPS wrote off. I tell the JA that ATF probably isn't going to call but in case they do just be ready. She's super glad that I told her ahead of time so she can be ready. Judge Smith is retiring in a few months and he's got some time in the schedule so she patches me through and we catch up for a little bit. I am told that they're going to try to do a COVID compliant socially distanced retirement disrobing party but it's all up in the air. I say if you all need someone to bring potato salad to let me know. As a stalwart of the legal community for many years, lots of folks know the judge so it's well deserved after 20+ years on the bench. As I am also well known in the legal communty the least I can do is show up with a bottle of red for the guy that's signed hundreds of form 4's for me over the years. 3PM: I ship out a few more pistols and sell an M1A scout squad to a guy in California. Not a bad day. 4PM: I'm done for this week. Between the gun show and getting catfished and everything I've earned some time off. I think I'm gonna take the rest of the week off. The phone rings and a guy wants some 9mm ammo. I sell him 500 rds at $375 plus shipping. Thursday September 17th to Friday September 18th: I wrote this for you all to read. PS - and this is how you do a "week in the life" thread, you fucking imposter. https://www.reddit.com/guns/comments/i759qj/a_week_in_the_life_of_your_favorite_firearm/
2020.09.19 04:14 Stripes153I’m (20F) thinking about asking out someone from my college (19M) but don’t know how to do it.
I’m currently a Junior 20F, and the person I like is a sophomore 19M. I kinda had a little crush on him last year during band camp, he was just pretty quirky and funny. He’s a tuba player and almost ran me over multiple times last year which we would always joke about, (I’m a mellophone in marching band for reference) But then my crush went away for a little while, until a few weeks ago I gave him a ride to his dorm after concert band and a song from Newsies was playing from my playlist. He said he was in a school production of Newsies and played Spot Conlon who is my FAVORITEEE and the crush came back full force haha. Since then I’ve been trying to hang out with him a bit more to get to know him. It also helps that for concert band he plays third clarinet and I play first alto sax so we sit next to each other and chat during rehearsals. I want to plan to ask him out or tell him I like him, or just something. But I’m not sure how to go about it. The last time I asked someone out was in high school, and the rules are pretty different from back then. Can I have some advice? I’m kinda confident he would say yes. We have a lot of similar interests and get along well, a mutual friend also told me he was single and is quote, “maybe open to dating”. Even if he didn’t say yes I wouldn’t be too crushed. He’s still a great friend, and honestly I just want to tell him at this point. It’s been on my mind for weeks.
2020.09.19 04:11 Stripes153Trying to ask out someone in college
I’m currently a Junior 20F, and the person I like is a sophomore 19M. I kinda had a little crush on him last year during band camp, he was just pretty quirky and funny. He’s a tuba player and almost ran me over multiple times last year which we would always joke about, (I’m a mellophone in marching band for reference) But then my crush went away for a little while, until a few weeks ago I gave him a ride to his dorm after concert band and a song from Newsies was playing from my playlist. He said he was in a school production of Newsies and played Spot Conlon who is my FAVORITEEE and the crush came back full force haha. Since then I’ve been trying to hang out with him a bit more to get to know him. It also helps that for concert band he plays third clarinet and I play first alto sax so we sit next to each other and chat during rehearsals. I want to plan to ask him out or tell him I like him, or just something. But I’m not sure how to go about it. The last time I asked someone out was in high school, and the rules are pretty different from back then. Can I have some advice? I’m kinda confident he would say yes. We have a lot of similar interests and get along well, a mutual friend also told me he was single and is quote, “maybe open to dating”.
2020.09.19 03:36 bbypapa97AITA for wanting my bf to talk to me about a job offer before he accepts it?
My boyfriend got offered a job where he’s gonna be gone for a whole month and didnt care to talk to me about it. Edit: we have been dating for over a year and a half. So I live with my boyfriend and one of his best friends. His friend offered him a job where he would be gone for a month 13 hours away. He randomly asked him out of nowhere and without even thinking about it my boyfriend said of course. They would be leaving in 3 days. After he said yes his friend joked that they wouldn’t fuck too many bitches. Which yes it’s a joke but it’s such in poor taste. I am so hurt that he didn’t even slow down and think to talk to me about it. Not for permission but knowing it’s a pretty big commitment and out of nowhere, you would think he would talk to me before he said yes, right? He tried talking to me about it after he realized I was extremely annoyed and I told him it’s hurtful that he couldn’t even think about just checking in with me or letting me know about it before he gave him a final answer. He said I’m childish because I’m feeling like this. He’s in a band and he compared it to him maybe going on tour one day, which makes no sense to me because tours don’t just happen overnight, they’re planned and known in advance about. So it’s not the same to me. What do I even do? Am I the asshole?
2020.09.19 03:17 WeirdBryceGuyBeer, Stew, and Elf Skin
After the headsman had relieved the prisoner of his crime-conceiving burden, he descended the platform, leaving the thief’s remains to be dealt with by his underling. The crowd parted for the Equalizer of Men, though the headsman paid them no mind. His duty required not only a persistent solemnity, but also an emotional disassociation from the people of his town; even though his work was just, he must still maintain a certain impartiality—even unfriendliness at times—to ensure that he could perform his duties without hesitation. Whether the head on the block belonged to a brigand or a brother, he must carry out the act—must cleanly sunder the head from the neck. As was his wont following an execution, he would visit the nearby tavern, just beside the town’s main entrance, and have a pint or two of the local brew; sometimes a bite to eat. He brought his hefty blade with him at all times; sheathed on his belt in a scabbard of Elven Skin. The tavern owner had recognized the headsman’s habitual patronage, and had memorized the dates and times of pre-scheduled executions. Five minutes before the executions began, he would prepare the hardy stew that the headsman enjoyed, and reserve at place at the bar for the somber man once his morbid tasks were finished. The headsman never had to wait for his beverage and meal; never even had to place the order. The headsman entered in his usual fashion—that being quietly, without acknowledgment of anyone—and promptly took his seat at the bar. His heavy bowl of stew sat on the bar, as did his mug of cheer. A fresh loaf of bread sat on a glass plate a few inches away; meant for everyone, although at this particular hour no one dared to take a portion from it. It was implicitly the property of the headsman, who enjoyed dipping pieces of bread in his stew. He did so, as usual, and ate quietly—thinking on nothing in particular. A few minutes later, a group of travelers entered the tavern and requested seating for four. The tavern owner greeted them politely, and guided them to a table at the center of the room. The travelers were unfamiliar to the headsman, who saw their entrance through the mirror laid against the liquor wall of the tavern. The headsman had often used this mirror to examine and groom himself after an execution, on the rare occasion that the beheading was not as clean as he would’ve liked, and the arterial sprays had reached his face. The headsman had made it a point to memorize the faces of everyone in his town, even the children, so that he was sure the person beneath his blade actually hailed from his town. There had been an incident where an accused was temporarily lodging at the nearby inn, and bore the passing likeness of another among the town. The traveler, being wholly innocent, was quickly apprehended and executed—the truth coming out only when the actual perpetrator of the crime had come forth afterwards out of shame. For his hesitation, the headsman ordered that real criminal be crushed beneath a boulder; his cowardice too egregious to be worthy of a clean blade’s death. Once seated, the four men put in their orders, and the tavern owner left to fulfill them. The men wore thick coats of a sable fur, black leather trousers, and belts to which were affixed several weapons. There were no laws in the town regarding the carrying of personal arms, so long as the wearers did not brandish them—save in moments of self-defense. The men apparently belonged to some company or band, although they lacked any identifying sigils or coat of arms. They appeared to have traveled far, judging by their physical features: they were much leaner than the average man of the headsman’s village, and their faces bore the pallor of the northern men—who rarely descended to the midlands; the difference in climate being too drastic for them. It was not a point of weakness, at least not to the headsman. He himself hadn’t dared venture north again after his first visit, having an acute distaste of any temperature that could freeze water. While waiting for their order, the four men inevitably took notice of the headsman, who was a hulking figure compared to the commonfolk throughout the bar. Among their people, headsmen are esteemed, and treated as members of the royal court. The men, being northerners, were naturally elves. Elves of the North are notoriously difficult to kill by traditional means. Blades, bludgeons, and bombs have little effect on them when wielded by most commonfolk, save for inspiring the icy ire of the attacked. To slay an elf—as their headsmen must do—is to perform a feat worthy of praise. Headsman of the North not only dealt the head-parting blow, but defeated the convicted in mortal combat. While they knew that a headsman of men was not nearly as formidable of as one of their kind, they nonetheless felt it appropriate to pay tribute to the man. One of them remained to receive their orders when the time came, and the other three left their seats and approached the headsman. They would've performed a friendly gesture—they recognized a pat on the back as an appropriate human action—if they hadn’t seen the executioner’s scabbard. It was pitch-black, Stygian against the unstained ivory of his gem-studded apron. They recognized the material of the scabbard at once: the skin of an elf. When an elf dies, their skin blackens; becomes a taut sable material that is a fine choice for any and all manners of practical use. Unfortunately, Elves do not relinquish their lives easily, and there is no other way to gain their skin. Furthermore, elves had established an order of assassins who would seek out and mercilessly slaughter any merchant caught trading the flesh of their kind. They had no idea that the aforementioned accused who had been wrongfully decapitated was an elf. They hadn’t any knowledge of the incident at all. Their business in the town was casual, peaceful, they had intended only to stop for food and drink, then continue on their way. But, upon seeing the skin of an unknown but nonetheless murdered brother, they decided at that moment that the man they had come to praise must now be put to death. The headsman did not flinch at the near-silent sound of daggers being unsheathed. Nor did he glance in the mirror, to see who his attackers were. He needn’t the knowledge. Of all the patrons who occupied the bar, only four had openly worn weapons. And though they might’ve thought their drawing to be simultaneous, he heard three distinct instances of blades sliding from their holdings; the delays imperceptible to those untaught in blade-work. His blade sat on the bar, just out of arm’s reach. He had cleaned it during his short walk to the tavern, in clear view of the dispersing populace. It was important that they see the blade cleaned of the executed’s blood—it was meant to symbolize the removal of the darkness that always gathers within the hearts of men on the days marked for execution. The punishment was carried out, Justice had been served. There needn’t be any bad feelings once the deed was done. He didn’t reach for his blade until the fight was already over. The first assassin tried to stab the headsman in the back, but suddenly found his face full of hot, still-steaming stew before the blade made contact. The elf, unaccustomed to harsh heat even in his food, recoiled as the slop scalded his face. The second elf side-stepped his falling brother, eyes focused entirely on the weapon-less man. Knowing that his speed was superior, he meant to deliver a vicious blow to the headsman's liver when the opportunity arose. The headsman, however, cared not for the dances of combat, and thrust out two meaty arms towards the elves head. He seized the northerner with powerful hands, and, turning back to the bar, slammed the elf’s head onto the hard-wooden edge until the skull obliterated the bar. He hadn’t anticipated to kill the elf, only to stun him. He tossed the dazed creature aside, and stepped towards the remaining opponent. The third elf, having lost all his nerve at the sight of his companions so effortlessly disabled, tried to turn and run away. With swift-reaching hands the headsman seized the elf by the belt, pulled him back, and delivered a debilitating blow to the back of the elf’s head. The elf stumbled forward, not yet dazed, but before he could retaliate or flee, the glass plate on which the bread had sat was launched at his temple—knocking him onto the floor. The elf who had remained at the table rose to his feet, but a glance from the headsman turned his legs to noodles, and he sat back down. Without pronouncement of the execution, without preamble of any kind, the headsman took his blade in his hands, propped up the three elven attackers, and rendered them headless. When their food was finally ready, the headsman waved it over to himself. Unfortunately, they had ordered all cold items, which were virtually unpalatable to the headsman. He sent the food back, and sent word for his underling to help the remaining elf prepare the corpses for carted transport. A few coins pilfered from the pockets of the deceased were given to the tavern owner as payment for the damages.
2020.09.19 03:01 var-fooInteresting observation about rh, flavor, and burn
So I bought a box of PDR Small Batch Maduros and a box of H. Upmann The Bankers. I have my humidor at 69%. The PDRs love this setting, put out tons of smoke, are easy to retrohale, have a very mild flavor and a very oily wrapper. I can take one right out of my humidor, cut it, light it, and enjoy it. However, if I try to smoke a Banker right after plucking it from my humidor, I noticed it will canoe really bad, taste very bitter, and just generally give me a hard time. This morning, I made myself a pot of coffee and was in the mood to relax outside and smoke a cigar. As an experiment, I plucked a PDR and a Banker from my humidor, and set the Banker on my desk. I took the PDR outside and had a cup of coffee and a smoke. About 12 hours later, I poured myself a dram and grabbed that Banker. After being outside the humi for so long, the bands slid right off. However, it burned straight, had an easier draw, and had one of the most complex and deep flavor profiles I have ever tasted. I am truly amazed at how much different the experience was from what I've gotten from them to date. Simly astonishing, like night and day difference. Anyway, I guess my point is that I learned today that humidity settings are not one-size-fits-all, and just because a cigar burns and tastes horrible doesn't mean it's a bad cigar. It could just be that you're not treating it the way it wants to be treated. Now I have a morning/on demand smoke that goes perfectly with a cup of coffee, and a planned night time smoke that pairs absolutely brilliantly with a single malt.
2020.09.19 02:56 brenthonydantanoGuitarist here coming in peace.
For context, I'm an audio engineering student and have been playing guitar and keys for about 10 years but only ever have played drums when I've had the small opportunities to; band rehearsals, mates' kits etc. During covid lockdowns here in Melbourne Australia I decided to buy a simple cheap kit to practice and experiment with drum miking techniques and learn how to tune drums tl etc with as that is something I take pretty seriously as an audio eng nerd and I've learnt from other producers and engineers that it goes a pretty long way to be uo to date on those things regardless of your skill but also i wanted to try maybe add a little sauce to my home productions too. Having played other "rhythmic" instruments over the years I always thought it was not necessarily too hard to keep a simple beat or get a little slick groove on when you're just playing around, BUT never had i ever actually tried to record myself playing drums over a click track or ghost tracks until now. The variables at play are a fuckn gauntlet run! Don't get me wrong, I know good drumming is a challenge, that takes years of dedication, I respect that, but hell does it take a higher level of concentration, composure and patience than I've ever had to employ with other instruments. HATS off to you guys. You've got an ally in me. TLDR; suspicions confirmed, drummers are fucking calculators. Recording drums well is god damn talent.
2020.09.19 02:35 MrbrickjojoA review of Alkaline Trio’s Is This Thing Cursed?
There was a five year gap between My Shame Is True and the subject of today’s review, Is This Thing Cursed? It’s the longest gap between Alkaline Trio albums to date. While it’s not the longest time fans of a particular band have had to wait for an album (RIP Tool fans), the gap between these two albums is noticeable because of what happened during that time. To the shock of a lot of people, Matt Skiba ended up joining Blink-182. This introduced Alkaline Trio to the uncultured swine who didn’t know who they were for whatever reason (like myself), and the album he made with Blink was a fantasy little record that saw Skiba at his most accessible and it was a good way to introduce him to a new audience. While this was happening, Dan released another solo album that was very good, and in the lead up to this album, he revealed that he had been getting treated for his depression. It was also revealed that Derek had been diagnosed with an aggressive form of bipolar disorder which would keep him from touring for this album. The five year wait, along with all the interesting things going on with the band, that meant that this album was highly anticipated and sure to be an interesting listen. Two years after this albums release, how does it hold up? Production: The production and mixing was done by Cameron Webb. I don’t know much about Cameron, but I do know one thing, I want this guy to produce every Alkaline Trio record from now on. This may be blasphemy, but this guy could be the next Jerry Finn. I know people will fight me on that, and rightfully so, it’s a bold claim, but I can’t help but be reminded of Jerry with Webb’s production work. In fact, hot take, this is the best production ever on an Alkaline Trio record. This thing sounds absolutely gorgeous. The atmosphere it creates suits this band perfectly. It’s very reminiscent of Crimson except it’s somehow even better. Listening to this album feels you’re in another damn world. Lyrically: In my personal opinion, this the best written Alkaline Trio record. I know that’s another bold claim, especially with the back catalogue this band has, but that’s genuinely how I feel. Admittedly, it’s most,y due to the fact that most of this album really hits me on an emotion level. A lot of the songs on this album hit really hard. Let’s start with Dan’s songs first. All of Dan’s songs on this album see him at the end of his rope and just begging for things to get better for him. You can feel the anguish in his voice as he sings. In that classic Alkaline Trio way, Dan doesn’t come off as whiny or over dramatic, he comes off as someone who has been through a lot and will do anything he can to get better. ‘Little Help?’ is a fun little drinking song with a depressing twist, ‘Pale Blue Ribbon’, is a great song about putting your personal problems aside to care for your loved ones, ‘Worn So Thin’ is a song about realizing that you have to get your shit together, and ‘Stay’ is his masterpiece. Possibly the best song Dan has ever written, and that’s fucking saying something, ‘Stay’ is a song about begging your partner to stay with you even though you know they’ll eventually leave you. It’s heartbreaking and heart felt. It’s like ‘Fine’ from This Addiction on steroids. Dan isn’t the only one that’s on fire with his lyrics though, as Matt also delivers some of his best lyrics ever. There’s an absolutely perfect blend of Matt’s abstract lyrics and his personal and reflective lyrics. ‘Blackbird’, the first single from this album, is one of the most insane songs Matt has ever written and it’s fantastic, ‘Goodbye Fire Island’ is about the dumpster fire that was Fyre fest (fun fact, this song is the only good thing to come from that pathetic mess), and ‘I Can’t Believe’ is a sing about Donald Trump. ‘I Can’t Believe’ is a great example of how to write a political song while making sure it doesn’t become dated. What I’m trying to say here is, Skiba for Prez. While all of Matt’s lyrics on this album are great, the songs I’m about to mention are S-tier Skiba. ‘Krystalline’ is a griping closer about falling in love in your older age, ‘Heart Attacks’ is about the death of a friend of the band, ‘Sweet Vampires’ is about two lovers who are both going through a lot, but they find solace in each other, and ‘Throw Me To The Lions’ is most likely about the backlash Matt got from Blink-182 fans when he first joined the band. The title track and ‘Demon and Division’ deserve their own paragraph. Both songs extremely relatable, gripping, and they contain the best parts of both vocalist. Musically: I’m willing to bet that some people were worried that this album would be extremely poppy because of the way California came out. Nope. While the influence has seemed to rub off on Matt a little, it results in some of the catchiest songs he’s ever written. To me, this album sounds like Crimson with the musicality of something like Good Mourning. Matt’s guitar playing is great. Every song either has a great riff or incredibly satisfying power chords. His singing is also fantastic on this record. This might just be the best vocal performance of Matt’s entire career. Dan and Derek both provide a great foundation for the rhythm section. Derek in particular gives in his best performance as a drummer for Alkaline Trio. Derek has always been great as he’s always able to feed of the already great chemistry of Matt and Dan very well, but his work here is on another level. The guy is just pounding away while still making some of the best beats of his entire career. Dan feeds off Derek perfectly and delivers some great bass lines, and just like Matt, his vocals are fantastic and this might be the best vocal performance of his careers. The chemistry between these three has always been great, but it’s like the five year gap between album created a need to create something that distracted them from their lives. No Alkaline Trio record feels like it was probably a chore for the band to make, but this is only Alkaline Trio record that felt like a weight was being lifted off their shoulders. The melodies here are the catchiest and most infectious they’ve ever written, and the energy and you can practically feel the passion behind the instruments. My thoughts on the album as a whole: In case you haven’t guessed it yet, this is my favorite Alkaline Trio album. Not only is is this my favorite Trio record, but it’s my tenth favorite album of all time. Though the music on this album is absolutely fantastic, this record means a lot to me mainly because of the time frame it was released. The last few years have been God awful and there were many times where I just wanted it all to end, but this album was a source of comfort for me. Despite it’s rough lyrical nature, I’ve always felt happy while listening to this record, and while every Alkaline Trio record isn’t something special, to me, this tops them all. Thank you Matt. Thank you Dan. Thank you Derek. Thank you to anyone who’s ever been in this band. You’ve made my life a little easier. ————Album stats: Best Song(s): Sweet Vampires, Demon and Division, and Stay. Worst Song(s): N/A Best Lyric: “My tears filled the tub with the blood from your wrist that night.” Worst Lyric: N/A Rank in Alkaline Trio’s Discography: 1st Place Album Rating: 10 What did you think of this review? I welcome all criticism. This Addiction Review: https://www.reddit.com/AlkalineTrio/comments/fjv86i/a_mini_review_of_alkaline_trios_this_addiction/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf Agony and Irony: https://www.reddit.com/AlkalineTrio/comments/ihxd0g/a_review_of_alkaline_trios_agony_and_irony/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf Crimson Review: https://www.reddit.com/AlkalineTrio/comments/hqrlwv/a_review_of_alkaline_trios_crimson/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf My Shame Is True: https://www.reddit.com/AlkalineTrio/comments/gln7ut/a_review_of_alkaline_trios_my_shame_is_true/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
2020.09.19 02:13 smmunn123How do I (26 M) deal with the social anxiety of (25F)
So, I go on this date with a girl (age 25) and I'm a guy btw (26). I met on a dating app and when I met her she was shy and very nervous. I mean like she was about to get beat nervous you know? It freaked me out at first but I didn't let it phase me. We talked for a good bit I was making her blush and she wanted to meet again two days from now. So, no problem. She was messaging me non stop. Talking about all the things she wanted to do "not sexual just wanting to spend time together". She told me she just moved into a new place and broke up with a guy she was seeing for a long time. So, she wanted to take things very slow. I was fine with it because I didn't want to jump into anything ether. She also apologized a lot and talked about having crippling anxiety. Witch I believed because of how nervous she was on the first date. So, anyway, she decided she wanted to drive far for me because I did for her. We met and the date seemed fine for the most part. She was a little guarded tho. Like she didn't want to be toughed at all which was fine because I'm not A creep. After the movie, the plan was to go to dinner but she decided she didn't want too and got nervous again. So, I told her not to worry and that I had a great time. She said, "really?" and I said "ya?" So, I asked if kissing her goodnight would be to fast? She panicked and said, "IDK MAYBE! I DON'T WANT TO PUT PRESSURE ON YOU TODO ANYTHING YOU KNOW?" Then I walked over kissed her on the lips and said"don't worry so much, okay" She smiled still nervous, and said okay. We talked for a second and she said "I should let you get home" I hugged her and said, night sweetheart. So, afterward, I text her asking if she made it home safe. She then messaged me saying sorry and that she was in the shower. I said no, don't worry just wanted to make sure you made it home. She messaged me and apologized for fucking up the date and that she had a good time. I told her I had a lot of fun and still wanted to see each other. But, she left me on read. I messaged her just saying hi the next day in the evening and she messaged back. She was at band practice or something like that. Anyway, I asked if she was free for the next couple of days. She said maybe,she might be busy and said sorry. "she told me yesterday that she never has anything going on ever and would hang out anytime". So, I said "okay, some other time than :)" and she said okay! So, I guess the question is...did I do something wrong or overthinking it? Should I give it a few days and talk again? Or just leave her alone. Any advice would be nice. Because if I ever go out again with someone like this I would like to be better for her. Thank guys!
2020.09.19 02:04 Night-QuinngReally crying in da club rn
Wagwarn gangstas. I'm a 19 year old lad from the UK. I'm going to be going through the toughest breakup in my life soon and I'm really really uncomfortable. I mean, ive been through some shit from young that would make a cold hearted man's heart break n I wear my resilience as a badge of honour but this really cuts deep. I'm sure if youre also reading this, you relate. I'm currently living with my grandparents, as my mum is very unstable and dangerous and my dad is worse. My head space is in a very tricky spot right now. I have came to the conclusion that I am breaking things off with my loyal ad fuck loving partner because she deserves better. I've planned a message I will read out on call, out of courtesy to what we had even though it is going to break me as bad as its going to break her. We have both never known true love but only physically/mentally abusive relationships where we were encouraged to hurt ourselves or to devalue ourselves, so for both of us, this relationship means more than anything else we have ever had in our sorry little lives. I'm going to copy and paste the message I intend to say, my reason being, I want people to understand the gravity of what I'm going through crystal clear to decide whether or not they would like to be breakup buddies and both heal together or at least be someone we can both talk to through our troubled times. Here we go boys: I have made my decision and there's no easy way to say this so I'll rip the band aid off quick but what we've had, while it has been a beautiful journey of self understanding, care, appreciation and love, I feel it has to come to an end. I am at a crossroad in my life where I need to really focus on myself. But just because I'm focusing on myself doesn't mean you are left in the past. You are such a beautiful and caring person and this really isn't because you're not worth it I promise. I hope my care for you over this time acts as proof that you are worthy of being incredibly loved. I'm so sorry it has came to this. I need my time to get better and I cant get better unless we make some drastic changes to our relationship and those changes would create an artificial layer of us that would take away the authenticity of what we had. This is where my heart is, and though I fucking hate it and it breaks me, it would be cruel for me to not be honest and have you and us in a relationship that I wasn't content fully within. We share an ungodly amount of similarities, that is fact, and I will always feel that you are my soulmate and that is why I feel it breaks me but if we can't spend time apart to flourish and come back into this relationship at a later date, I cant go back into a relationship where I feel as though I will just act out again and again and again. The fact we have been together for a year and a half but my mind is just getting worse is an indication not of our 'incompatibility' but of my personal inability to function in a relationship. You deserve love. So much more love than I can give you and I know that you would vouch for me through eternity and thats why I need to do this. Youre worth too much for me to drag down. That would cause more damage than good and that is why I have came to this conclusion. I hope you can understand and I'm sorry that it has to be this way. I never thought I would get to this point where I am now but if I really loved you, I would end things and heal and try again in the future if I have the chance, I promise I feel youre my soul mate and within that, if it is meant to be, it is meant to be. But I cant stay in a committed relationship if I don't have the energy to give you what you need. Up to now I have, but what I thought was exhausting myself, has actually been me gradually running out of fuel and this vessel of love we have cannot operate without that fuel. It would be cruel for me to get back with you and somewhere down the line come to the same conclusion after the make up. I cant risk that possibility because that would really be devastating and possibly my last chance to not break your trust, but then breaking it a few months later for the final time. I hope things can stay mutual and theres nothing more I want than for you to feel okay. And I know this process can be very overwhelming and painful, I know because I feel it too. I will always always be thinking of you and I love you and always will till the day I die. Thank you for giving me reason to keep going. Thank you for being the light at the end of the tunnel. But if I seep any more light from you to fill my own dark void, your flame will one day go and you will struggle to relight it. It absolutely kills me but I'd much rather see you happy with someone else than with me, wearing you down and you staying out of your undying loyalty to a me I can no longer uphold. I will love you till my last breath I promise and I'm so so so sorry I've came to this decision. You will never ever understand truly the extent that I love you and I accept that, its a necessary evil in preserving such a beautiful soul as you. I will always love you Dani, never forget that. Please please don't until you really need to and thats for you and only you to decide. So there we go boys. You could argue I shouldnt be talking about how much I love her in that message but I know with confidence if I didn't stress how much she means to me (trigger warning dont read if you are struggling too much yourself) I dont think I would be able to stick around much longer. I know I am only 19 and I have 'my life ahead of me' but I've barely got any friends these days on account of having so little energy, and covid has completely sabotaged my chances of seeing anyone I care for. This has been my longest and most meaningful relationship, and while Homer Simpson could come around the corner and say 'This has been your longest and most meaningful relationship so FAR' it doesn't quite help make my present any more tolerable. Not to be a snowflake but I have always been a romantic and this is very much me giving up. And it really sucks. A wise horse from some 70's show said "Its hard to see red flags through rose tinted glasses". I know I will feel better after a long time but I feel I need a little support from someone who can understand my struggles and who has the passion, smarts and strength to endure a two way support system. Honestly I dont mind if its a good few of us. I just really need someone to speak to. As you can see in my message, I really am not in a good place so this isn't even a case of a mutual or one way 'falling out of love' scenario. This is me pulling from the adhesive, holding both our hearts in an attempt to not sink hers any further than she needs it. I feel awful, I feel I'm leaping in the dark. Point is, I really don't know what to feel right now but some company without feeling like a huge f*cking burden would mean the world to me. If any of you have actually read this far, even if you don't react, thank you, it says a lot about your character and it feels good enough to feel my voice heard instead of just echoed on repeat like a broken record in my head like the fucking earworm from spongebob. Ty and keep save, gang gang x
I got excellent feedback on a draft blurb for a soon-to-be-released fantasy novel a little while back. The gist of most of the comments was stick to the typical blurb structure. I believe this means 1) protagonist/setting; 2) problem/threat; 3) consequences. So...rushing in where angels fear to tread, I'll take a second go at the blurb. Thanks in advance for your thoughts - and best luck with your own writing. The magic of a special summer changes everything – for good or ill. Bradan is a near-immortal magician from Arthur and Merlin’s Britain. It’s 1967, and he’s struggling to make his band famous during the Summer of Love at the height of flower power. Bradan dates a witch, rides a haunted motorcycle, keeps a wolf, and has lunatic band-mates. He’s a very talented musician, but only a so-so magician. That’s unfortunate because he’ll need more than pretty lyrics and flowers to confront a psychopathic Celtic warlord and a Welsh god hell-bent on tearing souls from whomever he can – he’s a collector of sorts. Like Bradan, they’ve near-immortal and Bradan crossed them 1500 years ago. They haven’t forgotten and they’re backed by an army of the damned. Now, they’ve found him again. If they annihilate Bradan, they’ll catch every other soul they can – and during the Summer of Love, there are plenty of innocent and not so innocent souls to collect. In this blend of fantasy, action, and a dash of psychedelia, the author stirs together themes of memory, vengeance, and the dialogue between artist and setting.
2020.09.19 01:09 random_redditor101[Japanese to English] Comment I saw on a recent video.
So I was basically just browsing youtube before I found this video https://youtu.be/87poJ6X2_SA, which is a studio live recording that is dated (not the date of the video itself) 1978, 2 years after the formation of this Japanese jazz fusion band called Casiopea. I honestly never knew that there was recorded material of the band this early, at least other than their performance at this amateur band contest called EastWest in 1977... but I guess I was wrong. The uploader posted and pinned this comment:
It would absolutely be appreciated if someone translated this for me. Honestly! [Note: Prism was another band that popped up around that time. Curiously, it had Tohru "Rika" Suzuki as a drummer, who also happened to be the drummer for Casiopea in 1976.]
2020.09.19 00:36 PITOCRAZYThe most inconvenient of truths
Sorry for typos or incomprehensible train of thought. This is a vent post, but I'm open to advice or questions So my lady came over last night and gave me the "Can we talk". And when we sat down I knew what was happening and why. We started dating nearly 2 years ago, but were good friends in highschool previous. I was shocked that I'm able to get along with anybody as well as she and I. I do not believe in perfect but we were as close as it gets. But I realize now the hard way that's not all it takes. I watched her grow from a high schooler into this rad as fuck young adult with a band and a bunch of lovely friends. I on the other hand avoid social situations and spend most of my time playing video games. This reality does not bother her but my inability to comfortably participate in her growing social life caused massive guilt on my part. Last night we expressed we both love and care for eachother but something has to change. I need to learn to be comfortable with myself and other people I do not know if we will get back together. She said she will leave it to me to re-initiate contact. It was ambiguous as friends or lovers but that's not the point. I'm just hoping the answer will come if I work on myself.
2020.09.18 23:54 BigmizzoufanAnyone else have their Series 6 order cancelled?
Ordered it on Tuesday and today I get a text saying to call because of a problem. Ordered 44mm Blue with Anchor Gray Sports Loop and they don’t have that band available anymore so rather than offer an alternate selection they cancelled my order and told me to order a different one which of course has shipping dates to the end of October rather than the original date next week. Not good service IMO.
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2020.09.18 23:15 EastofEverestDon't listen to the music: Song of the Sea [Part 2]
Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/nosleep/comments/iqkaqv/song_of_the_sea_part_1/ The following is a compilation and analysis of highly sensitive files provided by an anonymous source from within the US Navy, which were in turn sourced from fishermen in the West Pacific. Names, dates, and locations have been altered to protect the identity of those involved. Video footage shows the waters clearing. The Enigma’s rate of sinkage appears to slow to a standstill. The floodlights illuminate an isolated plateau on top of a pillar in the endless dark abyss. A swarming mass of rotting corpses writhe on top of a rusted, barnacled city. It’s the light, they see it. They’re coming. The date counter begins malfunctioning at this point Unknown Timeline Day 1 “It’s the lights, Lana! Turn them off!” Simon’s yelling pulled me out of my stupor just before the first of them reached us. They threw themselves against the cold steel hull loud enough to ring the entire place like a gong. It was a crescendo of thundering and crashing to the point of pain as what could only be thousands of bodies slammed into the sides. The structure of the ship started to groan and tremble under the pressure, and I saw some of the steel plating bend, cracking the five inch thick glass of the portholes. Human bodies shouldn’t be able to do that. I stumbled my way to the cockpit, where the bulbous transparent window was already webbed with fine fractures, and pulled the master kill switch for all the electronics in the submarine. We were immediately plunged into darkness. Out of pure instinct, I dove onto the floor and lay still, heart pounding traitorously against my chest. For all I knew, the front canopy was only a few hits away from completely shattering and allowing the full crushing depth of the deep to pulverize everyone who was still alive. Thankfully, our hunch about the lights was correct. The pounding of bodies against the hull quickly dwindled, then faded to silence. I strained my ears for signs of movement, and when I found none, slowly crawled my way back into the opaque metal confines of the sub’s living quarters. CRASH An ear-splitting sound, one of metal on metal, broke my concentration. In the next moment, all hell broke loose. Out of the darkness came the sounds of dozens of fast footsteps. At the same time, I stood up in panic and hit my head on a metal beam, sending waves of sharp, hot pain down my scalp. The footsteps gave way to a grating, hysterical screaming unlike anything I’ve ever heard. It was like a thousand nails on a chalkboard, amplified and humanized through a thousand voices that made my spine tense up and hair stand on end. I panicked, which I knew I shouldn’t have done, and I’m sorry for the people I hurt as a result. I decided to start running, feeling my way to the medical bay where we set up a safe area for most of our healthy crew. The footsteps behind me became rapid and heavy, their screaming more urgent. I rounded a corner and felt a hand grab me by the elbow. It felt like slime and grit and mold. Thankfully, I knew the insides of this submarine like the back of my hand, and so I also knew there was a fire extinguisher right on the edge of the wall. Without even pausing to think, I threw my shoulder into the glass with all my weight, shattering it into dozens of large, sharp shards. Perfect. I grabbed a shard with two hands, clamping the blade-like piece on each side and drove it into the neck of my captor. The body jerked away from me, moaning in pain, and I felt warm, thick blood pour out into my hands. I’m sorry. I grabbed the fire extinguisher for safekeeping and kept running while spraying foam behind me to try and slow them down. On the way, I ran into some of my crewmates. Some were quick to join me, others weren’t so lucky. If our chasers didn’t stop to brutally disassemble our stragglers, a fact that presented itself to me in the sounds of violent ripping of flesh and crushing of bones, then I probably would not have made it. It typically takes less than a minute to get anywhere within the sub to anywhere else, but it felt like an eternity before I finally reached the heavy bulkhead door signifying that I’d reached the medbay back near the cockpit. A few of the crew made it in with me. Others didn’t make it in time before I had to seal the bulkhead. I’m so, so sorry. I’m writing this entry right now in the med bay, along with four other people who had the idea to come here and also managed to make it. Simon… he’s not here. I really hope he managed to seal himself off somewhere until we can figure this out. The only two people out of my close acquaintances who I know for sure survived are Alex and Anton. Yes, the same Anton who was coughing up his lungs a few days ago. He’s just here now, and he assures me he’s perfectly fine. Alex, especially, is shocked about this development and has been running tests on him for the past hour. They’ve been sectioned off in a corner of the bay to try and prevent any spreading of the disease, but Alex tells me there’s no longer any trace of symptoms or the illness on him anymore. He talks the same as he always has, makes the same terrible dad jokes, and he suddenly just seems surprisingly healthy. Yet there’s something… off about him. He just reeks of wrongness. Are we all going crazy? Unknown Timeline Day 2 I woke up today with a splitting headache and a sharp pain in my shoulder. It turns out that hastily handling broken glass in the dark lead to some pretty nasty lacerations in my shoulder as well as my hands. Alex managed to patch me up pretty nicely, but we’re both worried about possible blood-to-blood wound contact with the mob that was trying to kill me. Speaking of the mob, Alex and I talked and he thinks that they were our own crewmates, not outsiders who managed to break in like I thought. He was treating the sick in the back of the sub (in full safety equipment, he assures me) when the creatures outside started banging on the submarine. The patients had been complaining about the singing getting louder for a while now, but when they heard the banging… they lost their minds. Alex recalled suddenly seeing his patients clawing at their ears, foaming at the mouths, and violently tearing at their own skin, begging for the singing to stop. It was all he could do to escape with his own life. He remarked that the only people who are still themselves are people who haven’t reported hearing the singing. A shiver ran down my spine. In the distance, if I strain my ears, I can hear a faint tune: I had strings, but now I’m free… Unknown Timeline Day 3 We’re in quite a predicament here, and I’m not sure I can think of a way out. We’re God knows how deep in the ocean at this point (the untrustworthy bathymeter says 4000 miles, which would place us near the center of the Earth), and if we tried to escape or resurface, we’d either get sucked into the downward current that brought us down here in the first place, or we’d be completely swarmed and destroyed by a hoard of dead seamen just outside the submarine. And that’s assuming we could somehow get out of this med bay and into the cockpit to do anything. Once again I found myself talking to Alex about some kind of diversion, which we could maybe use to buy me enough time to bolt myself back inside the cockpit. Alex kindly reminded me that he’s a medic and not a combat strategist. If we were going to take back the submarine, he’d leave me to figure it out for myself. Thanks a lot, man. Anton overheard the conversation and sat up in his bed, beckoning me to come over to him. Alex had cleared him of all ailments and infectious agents, but I was still cautious about getting anywhere near him. Plus, there was that whole issue of him coming back from being practically dead. He beckoned again, and I found myself drifting over to him anyway, trying not to think about the strange, almost chemical smell he gave off. “If you’re looking for a way to take back the sub, a diversion isn’t going to be enough. You’re going to have to kill them. They’re already looking for a way into the med bay, and they’re going to make it in eventually” The sight of the bolted down, bloody air vents interspersed throughout the room and the occasional metallic thud of a body slamming itself against the metal bulkhead door was enough to convince me that Anton was right. “How do you propose we do that?” “Listen, the sickness was caused by that song. When we got down here, that song got so twisted and deafening that it caused most of the crewmates to go absolutely crazy” Alex had never told Anton the story about his patients. “And I know you hear it too, Lana”. “H-how do you-” “So what we do is, we deafen them. I don’t care if they were our crewmates, but they aren’t anymore. We take the industrial SOS flares stored in most major rooms of this sub, use them to blow out their eardrums and melt their retinas at close range. If they can’t hear the song, they’ll collapse like vacant puppets” Anton’s coarse dismissal of our crewmates’ lives was jarring. I knew him as such a warm, empathetic guy. But I knew what he said was true. Those people were gone. Maybe I’m rationalizing, but I’m pretty sure most of them were missing vital body parts when they were chasing me down. I nodded. “But how do you plan on flaring all of them at once? It’s a cramped labyrinth of a submarine, you’re going to have to get them all in the same place.” Anton made a face I’d never seen him make before. It was like he was an excited little boy, eager to show his mommy what amazing thing he’d discovered in his backyard. He grinned at me proudly, savoring the ingenious plan he was about to share with me. He dropped his voice to a hoarse whisper and leaned in: “Fresh meat. We can use some of the more expendable people in here with us as bait, since the corrupted seem to love killing healthy people. They’ll put up a good fight, long enough for as many to gather around as possible before using the flares. Since they don’t have much experience, we’ll just tell them that they’re igniting special sparklers to fend off the light-fearing corrupted. We’ll make them think they’re securing the room when they’re literally lighting their own grave.” My face must have given away the sick feeling I suddenly had at the pit of my stomach. “Why the grave face?” He flashed me his classic joker face and laughed. “It’s foolproof. We just need a few eager volunteers” As he continued to chuckle to himself, I realized an ammonia-like smell was coming from his lungs. Unknown Timeline Day 4 I was so disturbed by Anton’s behavior yesterday that as per my request, Alex had him strapped securely in his medical bed so that he wouldn’t be able to murder anyone in their sleep should he suddenly feel the urge to do so. Meanwhile, the situation with the corrupted crewmates has gotten worse. They no longer seem to be trying to get in the med bay, having found it practically impossible to force their way in here. Instead, they’re pursuing the unfortunate survivors stranded in other parts of the submarine. The frequent, faint sounds of moaning and banging in the distance suggests that most of them had left our end of the sub alone. If we were to make our move, now is the chance. But what even is the point? The chances of survival are so slim, and returning to the surface is such a distant impossibility that it didn’t even register on my list of priorities. We’d just be prolonging our deaths. Well, a spark of hope was just reignited in me by Alex. He managed to coax the display console typically used for communicating with the cockpit into accessing the Enigma’s suite of sensors. A quick sonar ping showed that we’d drifted a good distance away from the strange pillar city from which the corpses originated, and importantly, that the valley floor seems to have miraculously reappeared a good distance out from the sub. The picture before me was rough, but chilling. A single thin, tall pillar in the center where the city of corpses resides, a sheer vertical circle of endless deep around it where we’re currently adrift (Dotted with a few large floating island-size like objects. Strange but irrelevant), and finally the reappearance of the ocean floor in a ring of cliffs approximately five miles out. I don’t know how I knew, but the reappearance of the valley floor gave me confidence that whatever forced Enigma down into this hellhole was gone, and we would finally be able to resurface once we reached the edge of that circle. But we didn’t have much time. In the distance, I heard the sharp, crisp sound of fracturing glass. Our corrupted crew are trying to break themselves out into the ocean. Infrared external camera footage shows some of the deepwater corpses swimming close to the Enigma. One places its hand on a thinly-cracked pothole and looks in, almost longingly. A bloody hand appears on the other side. Unknown Timeline Day 5 We didn’t have much time to act. At this depth and pressure, every bit of damage done to the windows is toying with death. There was no choice other than to follow Anton’s plan with a few modifications to protect the volunteers. It was decided that a team of five people would be needed to attract the corrupted, consisting of four crewmates who survived with us in the medbay as well as Anton (we thought it would be fair for him to take part of the group of “fresh meat” whose life he so blatantly disregarded). Alex and I fashioned makeshift blindfolds out of spare thick clothing and passed out standard submarine sleeper earplugs to hopefully limit any damage the flares would do to the crew. Meanwhile, I would take Alex to the cockpit and secure the controls. With the plan in place and everyone armed to the teeth with sharp medical equipment, Alex slowly cranked open the bulkhead door. At the same time, I kicked the heavy wall-mounted iron vents located on the wall with a loud metallic clang and slipped inside the ventilation shaft, gesturing for Alex to follow. The sound of heavy, frantic footsteps and panicked piercing screams filled my ears as the corrupted began running toward the med bay. I took one last look at Anton’s crew. They looked almost like kamikaze pilots, with thick red and black bands of cloth wrapped around their forehead, ready to drop down to the eyes at a moment’s notice. They were armed with needles, scalpels, hammers, anything with a point or a hard surface. Anton carried a portable defibrillator, cackling to himself in anticipation for the fight to come. I waited till the last second to look away, making sure they were crouched securely behind their fortress of iron operating tables and a stack of industrial emergency flares before Alex scrambled into the vent, blocking off the view and shutting the entrance. The vent was so narrow that I could barely squeeze my arms back and forth to crawl up the gentle slope toward the cockpit. Grime coated my hands and knees, threatening to slide both of us back down toward the scene of an undoubtedly obscene fight. Over the din, I thought I heard the painfully human cries of my friends. It could be the last time I’d ever hear them. The passage became so narrow that I found myself sliding up with my stomach and back contacting the walls with hardly any room even to breathe. The thundering beating of my heart and the violent shivering brought about by the cold steel vents threatened to give us away. It doesn’t matter anymore, I thought. If we don’t succeed, we’ll be dead anyway. I grabbed a hammer from my belt and punched the exit vent out from in front of me, jumping up from the ground with my hands in front - ready to fight for my life. I saw a tattered body turn the corner toward the med bay. The cockpit was empty. And then there was only pain.
2020.09.18 23:03 WHT_SpacenutIn terms of asking out your crush.
Do it! Litteraly the worst they can say is no (well not exactly but you get the point). I asked the girl I like out, and guess what? We dated for a couple months. I didn't wait super long to ask her out, I jumped on the chance. Here's another example. My buddy and I are at a basketball game, performing with the band. My friend is a total dork (so am I, but that's beside the point). He decides to ask out literally the hottest cheerleader on the squad. She said no, but the fact that he had the courage to do it is amazing! So I encourage yall, if youre on the fence about asking, DO IT BEFORE IT'S TO LATE! Okay that's all, thanks for reading yall
Last updated: Friday, 18 September 2020 - 4:25 PM CDT (21:25 UTC)
Beta becomes the twenty-third named cyclone of the busy 2020 Atlantic season
Satellite imagery analysis over the past several hours reveals that a tropical depression situated over the western Gulf of Mexico has become more organized this afternoon and is now producing maximum one-minute sustained winds of 35 knots (40 miles per hour). Though the cyclone is producing deeper, more organized convection over a better defined low-level circulation, its overall structure has become fairly stretched from southwest to northeast by moderate southwesterly shear. The cyclone is producing robust and well-established poleward and equatorward outflow channels as it taps into a deepening upper-level trough which is moving eastward across the United States.
Another record broken...
This is only the second time that the National Hurricane Center has assigned the name Beta to a tropical cyclone. The first time that the agency used the name was in 2005 and even then, they did not assign the name until 27 October. Beta has also broken the record for the earliest recorded instance in which a season's twenty-third named cyclone has formed, beating out Alpha from 2005, which reached tropical storm strength on 22 October.
Last updated: Friday, 18 September 2020 - 4:25 PM CDT (21:25 UTC)
Beta could reach hurricane strength by Monday
Beta continues to move toward the north-northeast along the western periphery of a subtropical ridge centered over the Bahamas. The cyclone continues to move through a favorable environment where moderate southwesterly shear (10 to 15 knots) is offset by a very warm sea surface (30°C), abundant mid-level moisture, and strong diffluence aloft. A brief increase in shear followed by a brief decrease in mid-level moisture over the western Gulf of Mexico is expected to limit Beta's ability to strengthen significantly over the weekend. A mid-latitude trough is expected to exit the region by Monday, allowing the subtropical ridge to the east to build back over the Gulf of Mexico. This should cause southwesterly shear to relax and will result in Beta making a sharp westward turn toward the coast of Texas. A more favorable environment is expected to strengthen Beta to hurricane intensity by early Monday morning as the cyclone moves westward.
Beta may make landfall along the central Texas coast on Wednesday
However, Beta's status as a hurricane should be short-lived, as a second mid-latitude trough is expected to sweep across Texas on Tuesday, pushing the cyclone through a sharp northeastward turn which will result in Beta moving parallel to the Texas coast. The trough will introduce increased shear and entrain dry mid-level air into Beta's circulation, causing it to weaken back to tropical storms strength. Beta is expected to be close to landfall along the Texas coastline on Wednesday afternoon.
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