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Mindfulness
2010.02.04 05:51 Lightfiend Mindfulness
Mindfulness is the awareness that arises through paying attention on purpose in a particular way in the present moment ~ mindfulness is a place for questions on the practice of mindfulness, for requesting of resources and recommendations, and for the sharing of insight and understanding deriving from the practice of mindfulness.
2013.10.16 19:48 ruseweek Microdosing: sub-threshold dosing of psychedelic drugs for self-improvement, therapy or well-being
This is a community for discussion pertaining to microdosing research, experiments, regimens and experiences. The most probable candidates for microdosing are psychedelics, but we encourage dialogue on the effects of any drugs at sub-threshold dosage. No sourcing of drugs allowed! Please have a look at the microdosing Sidebar ⬇️.
2018.01.21 03:25 shadowalien13 Clever Comebacks
A place for great retorts. If someone just got shown up, this is the place to post it.
2023.06.07 20:25 Jhonjournalist Protein-Rich Pre-Workout Foods and the Tips
 | submitted by Jhonjournalist to u/Jhonjournalist [link] [comments] Protein is a fundamental supplement that assumes numerous parts of our body, including the development, fixing, and support of tissues, muscles, and organs. It supports the development of chemicals, and antibodies, and helps keep us feeling full and fulfilled over the day. Notwithstanding, many individuals have occupied exercise routine schedules, making it trying to acquire sufficient protein from entire food sources alone. That is where protein-rich items come in. These items are loaded with protein and will keep you feeling full, so you won’t encounter regular yearning. Protein-Rich Workout Foods
So peanut butter might mark every one of the crates. Notwithstanding, the principal supplement is how much sugar. The high starch per serving helps in producing the glucose expected to build your glucose level and take full advantage of your exercise.
Since it’s vital to devour pre-exercise sugars, eating food sources that contain both protein and low-GI carbs is an extraordinary method for boosting your exhibition and results.
Bananas have not been promoted as nature’s energy bar in vain. In addition to the fact that bananas are loaded with potassium (as much as 422 mg for each natural product) which manages both liquid and electrolytes inside the body, however, they are likewise viewed as an excellent wellspring of sans-gluten carbs. Greek yogurt with the new organic product is another phenomenal sans-gluten pre-exercise nibble. The carbs in the natural products digest quickly to fuel your muscles and the protein-stuffed yogurt will begin fixing your muscles when you have finished your exercise. Likewise, you shouldn’t misjudge the advantage of a decent quality, without gluten energy shake that can likewise assist with taking your exercise endeavors to a higher level.
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2023.06.07 20:25 csgokONflict [EU] Looking for 3 more players!
We are Chrono Esports, a highly motivated and competitive esports team looking to expand our roster with skilled players who share our passion for gaming. We are actively seeking talented individuals to join our ranks and contribute to our continued success.
About Chrono Esports:
Discord: linktr.ee/teamchr
Steam Community: https://steamcommunity.com/groups/chronoesports
Who We Are Looking For:
We are in search of dedicated players who meet the following criteria:
Game: CS:GO
Rank: min. Silver 1
Roles: 3x AWP, Support, Rifler or Rotator
Why Join Chrono Esports:
Competitive Environment: We foster a highly competitive atmosphere that pushes players to constantly improve their skills and reach new heights in the game.
Teamwork and Communication: We value strong teamwork and effective communication, as they are crucial to achieving success in competitive gaming.
Growth and Development: We offer a supportive environment where players can enhance their abilities, learn from experienced teammates, and participate in regular practice sessions and scrims.
Tournament Opportunities: Chrono Esports actively participates in various tournaments and leagues, providing players with opportunities to showcase their talent on a larger stage.
Community and Camaraderie: Joining Chrono Esports means becoming part of a close-knit community of like-minded gamers who share a common passion for esports.
If you are a driven player who is looking to compete at the highest level, we invite you to join our team and embark on this exciting journey with us. To express your interest or for more information, please join our Discord server and fill in the form there.
Discord: linktr.ee/teamchr
Steam Community: https://steamcommunity.com/groups/chronoesports
We look forward to hearing from you and welcoming new members to the Chrono Esports family.
Best regards,
kOnflict
Chrono Esports
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About Chrono Esports:
Discord: linktr.ee/teamchr
Steam Community: https://steamcommunity.com/groups/chronoesports
Who We Are Looking For:
We are in search of dedicated players who meet the following criteria:
Game: CS:GO
Rank: min. Silver 1
Roles: 3x AWP, Support, Rifler or Rotator
Why Join Chrono Esports:
Competitive Environment: We foster a highly competitive atmosphere that pushes players to constantly improve their skills and reach new heights in the game.
Teamwork and Communication: We value strong teamwork and effective communication, as they are crucial to achieving success in competitive gaming.
Growth and Development: We offer a supportive environment where players can enhance their abilities, learn from experienced teammates, and participate in regular practice sessions and scrims.
Tournament Opportunities: Chrono Esports actively participates in various tournaments and leagues, providing players with opportunities to showcase their talent on a larger stage.
Community and Camaraderie: Joining Chrono Esports means becoming part of a close-knit community of like-minded gamers who share a common passion for esports.
If you are a driven player who is looking to compete at the highest level, we invite you to join our team and embark on this exciting journey with us. To express your interest or for more information, please join our Discord server and fill in the form there.
Discord: linktr.ee/teamchr
Steam Community: https://steamcommunity.com/groups/chronoesports
We look forward to hearing from you and welcoming new members to the Chrono Esports family.
Best regards,
kOnflict
Chrono Esports
2023.06.07 20:25 SpaceshipCaptain001 Facebook mums should not be mums!
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2023.06.07 20:24 Amnion_ Caved - Former Oasis Holdout
I had the 2019 Oasis, which I loved. But, having bought it right around when it came out, it started to show its age a while back and got progressively worse over the last few months.
The battery was degraded to the point of needing to charge it after a few 1-hour reading sessions, it wouldn't charge all the way, and charging took much longer. At this point I figured it wasn't worth it to wait for a new Oasis that may or may not ever be released–I got about 4 years of usage out of it and it was now a pretty outdated, dying device.
I switched over to a PW Signature Edition, which validated my thoughts. The device charges very quickly, even with the wireless charger. Page turns are super fast, and the device is more responsive in general. The battery life is great. I tend to keep it on airplane mode and it seems to last longer between charges than the Oasis did when it was new... I don't have an accurate metric on how often I have to charge, but I would guess every 2-3 weeks or maybe less often. I'm pretty sure the display looks a bit sharper too. I liked having physical buttons but I don't really miss them.
Just my take for those in my position or similar. Having said all that I probably would still buy an Oasis if they come out with a new one (ie. if it had all the PWS tech, physical buttons, and maybe a couple of other upgrades here and there).
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The battery was degraded to the point of needing to charge it after a few 1-hour reading sessions, it wouldn't charge all the way, and charging took much longer. At this point I figured it wasn't worth it to wait for a new Oasis that may or may not ever be released–I got about 4 years of usage out of it and it was now a pretty outdated, dying device.
I switched over to a PW Signature Edition, which validated my thoughts. The device charges very quickly, even with the wireless charger. Page turns are super fast, and the device is more responsive in general. The battery life is great. I tend to keep it on airplane mode and it seems to last longer between charges than the Oasis did when it was new... I don't have an accurate metric on how often I have to charge, but I would guess every 2-3 weeks or maybe less often. I'm pretty sure the display looks a bit sharper too. I liked having physical buttons but I don't really miss them.
Just my take for those in my position or similar. Having said all that I probably would still buy an Oasis if they come out with a new one (ie. if it had all the PWS tech, physical buttons, and maybe a couple of other upgrades here and there).
2023.06.07 20:23 According_Talk_3084 My mental method to not fall back into the illusion
I am very glad and thankful to successfully have stopped watching ASMR Girlfriend type of videos very early on. The mentality that I am sure helped me was:
Since about last week I made it to myself very clear that in oder to even be able to get into a relationship and marry I need to be financially stable. It is the man's responsibility to provide. For women, this is optional. It honestly does make sense. Main reason is that men and women are biologically build differently. Women have to deal with periods, cramps and in case a pregnancy which lasts 9 months. 9 months of carrying around a living human being inside yourself. If we consider these I must say that we don't show women enough respect for what they overcome and still end up having mercy and showing love. However, this post isn't about praising women. Considering these biological differences it does make sense that it is the man's responsibility to provide.
Still, even driving this point into my ego still didn't help me in stopping my self-pleasuring desires. It just put the brakes on and helped me go down a few shifts. It was time to bring this motion to a stop. To achieve full control. I wasn't actively thinking about all of this when I discovered this new mental state I am in.
Today, while browsing certain social media sites I felt a thought growing stronger. Similar thoughts I had in connection to the ASMR type of videos, but this time in connection with the above paragraph.
Thank you for reading!
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- Very high awareness that it is not real.
- Very high awareness that she actually cannot even know that I exist.
- Very high awareness that her actions might be completely different if she actually knew me.
- Concluding that it is nothing but an illusion. I am simply lying to myself.
Since about last week I made it to myself very clear that in oder to even be able to get into a relationship and marry I need to be financially stable. It is the man's responsibility to provide. For women, this is optional. It honestly does make sense. Main reason is that men and women are biologically build differently. Women have to deal with periods, cramps and in case a pregnancy which lasts 9 months. 9 months of carrying around a living human being inside yourself. If we consider these I must say that we don't show women enough respect for what they overcome and still end up having mercy and showing love. However, this post isn't about praising women. Considering these biological differences it does make sense that it is the man's responsibility to provide.
Still, even driving this point into my ego still didn't help me in stopping my self-pleasuring desires. It just put the brakes on and helped me go down a few shifts. It was time to bring this motion to a stop. To achieve full control. I wasn't actively thinking about all of this when I discovered this new mental state I am in.
Today, while browsing certain social media sites I felt a thought growing stronger. Similar thoughts I had in connection to the ASMR type of videos, but this time in connection with the above paragraph.
- She doesn't know that I even exist (weak argument).
- In order to marry, I'd need about at least 20.000€ (I witnessed a relative getting married and heard a couple numbers), which I don't have. (Without support, this argument seems to have very little weight whatsoever.)
- There are so many better suitors as a relationship partner than I am, because I am not even (able of) buying their content. (Supporting the 2nd argument and enforcing it with a strong backup.)
- As long as I stay under the arbitrary amount of 20.000€ I don't need to develop or think about having a relationship whatsoever. (Weak argument, but it does help in supporting the 3 arguments above.)
Thank you for reading!
2023.06.07 20:23 Comprehensive_Web887 Springs across different reformers
I have noticed how different the springs are between reformers of different brands and that there is no one standard in Pilates. While springs are generally a crude measure of resistance it seems to work in Pilates for some reason. But does anyone know if there is a conversion chart between reformers?
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2023.06.07 20:23 BeemerWT ELI5: How are individual bits controlled inside of a CPU?
I know there are transistors to represent 1 and 0 (on and off), and I know that assembly is the lowest human-readable level you can get to telling the CPU exactly what to do. Any and all processes between that are an enigma to me, and I would love to know how it works.
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2023.06.07 20:23 coffee2go Advice on right form of therapy needed
Hi everyone,
I'm a mid-30s male and while I'm not in a state of acute crisis and generally regard myself as quite resilient, I have for a while now considered starting therapy but I am unsure how to approach it. A bit of background:
I'm married with two kids, 5 and 7 years old. My older son is severely mentally and somewhat physically disabled from birth, which expresses itself in a slow mental development. He is non-verbal and roughly a three year old child in developmental terms, in addition to experiencing epilepsy. In addition to the usual attention required by a child of this developmental stage, his ongoing physical therapy and medical support requires a lot of time and mental space from my wife and myself and I would describe some experiences we've had (his birth and the immediate aftermath, some serious medical scares, etc.) as traumatizing for both of us (and presumably him as well).
My younger son is healthy in all respects, but we know from conversations with other parents of disabled children that growing up in a household with a severely disabled person can be very stressful and frustrating for children. We are of course trying to provide him with loving care and attention and he has a really good relationship with his brother. But I often feel that I'm not really as good a parent to him as I could be. I tend to be overly strict with him for example (likely because strict adherence to simple rules and routines is something that has been quite successful with my older son) and I often feel that I'm not available to him enough because I tend to withdraw physically and emotionally when I'm feeling overwhelmed. In some cases I feel that I handle both kids too rough physically (i.e. hold them back with a grip that afterwards I feel has been too firm) when I'm stressed out.
In terms of the relationship with my wife, the situation has had some severe impacts. We had a very physical relationship until the birth of our first child, a lot of kissing, caressing, sex. That is something that probably came more from my side but she also relished that part of our relationship. Since then, this has declined severely, to the point that she is often actively avoiding physical contact. There is also other relationship stuff that I feel deeply unhappy about.
In many other regards we lead a very good life. We are financially free of worries, mostly due to me having pretty wealthy parents who are happy to support i.e. the medical care for our son and providing a financial "shield" against anything that might happen. Our living situation is great, we are involved in some really nice local community projects, etc. We are both (separately) self employed with decent incomes and without great ambitions beyond paying the bills.
Again, I'm not really facing an imminent crisis but I am often feeling overwhelmed with parenting and I can feel myself getting increasingly cynical and frustrated about my relationship with my wife, a feeling that I'm not in the least enjoying and that frightens me. I could probably benefit from therapy, but I'm not sure what type would fit with my situation. I've floated the general idea with my spouse, but she has deflected so its probably something I would at least start on my own and with the goal of improving my own mental health and help me to better do my part to support the other members of my family.
Any input would be welcome!
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I'm a mid-30s male and while I'm not in a state of acute crisis and generally regard myself as quite resilient, I have for a while now considered starting therapy but I am unsure how to approach it. A bit of background:
I'm married with two kids, 5 and 7 years old. My older son is severely mentally and somewhat physically disabled from birth, which expresses itself in a slow mental development. He is non-verbal and roughly a three year old child in developmental terms, in addition to experiencing epilepsy. In addition to the usual attention required by a child of this developmental stage, his ongoing physical therapy and medical support requires a lot of time and mental space from my wife and myself and I would describe some experiences we've had (his birth and the immediate aftermath, some serious medical scares, etc.) as traumatizing for both of us (and presumably him as well).
My younger son is healthy in all respects, but we know from conversations with other parents of disabled children that growing up in a household with a severely disabled person can be very stressful and frustrating for children. We are of course trying to provide him with loving care and attention and he has a really good relationship with his brother. But I often feel that I'm not really as good a parent to him as I could be. I tend to be overly strict with him for example (likely because strict adherence to simple rules and routines is something that has been quite successful with my older son) and I often feel that I'm not available to him enough because I tend to withdraw physically and emotionally when I'm feeling overwhelmed. In some cases I feel that I handle both kids too rough physically (i.e. hold them back with a grip that afterwards I feel has been too firm) when I'm stressed out.
In terms of the relationship with my wife, the situation has had some severe impacts. We had a very physical relationship until the birth of our first child, a lot of kissing, caressing, sex. That is something that probably came more from my side but she also relished that part of our relationship. Since then, this has declined severely, to the point that she is often actively avoiding physical contact. There is also other relationship stuff that I feel deeply unhappy about.
In many other regards we lead a very good life. We are financially free of worries, mostly due to me having pretty wealthy parents who are happy to support i.e. the medical care for our son and providing a financial "shield" against anything that might happen. Our living situation is great, we are involved in some really nice local community projects, etc. We are both (separately) self employed with decent incomes and without great ambitions beyond paying the bills.
Again, I'm not really facing an imminent crisis but I am often feeling overwhelmed with parenting and I can feel myself getting increasingly cynical and frustrated about my relationship with my wife, a feeling that I'm not in the least enjoying and that frightens me. I could probably benefit from therapy, but I'm not sure what type would fit with my situation. I've floated the general idea with my spouse, but she has deflected so its probably something I would at least start on my own and with the goal of improving my own mental health and help me to better do my part to support the other members of my family.
Any input would be welcome!
2023.06.07 20:23 GuitaristTom r/NintendoDS will be going dark from June 12-14 in protest against Reddit's API changes which will kill 3rd party apps & tools.
This subreddit will be joining in on the June 12th-14th protest of Reddit's API changes that will essentially kill all 3rd party Reddit apps.
The mods of NintendoDS, and our sister subreddit WiiHacks, have talked. We will be participating in this event.What's going on?
A recent Reddit policy change threatens to kill many beloved third-party mobile apps, making a great many quality-of-life features not seen in the official mobile app permanently inaccessible to users.On May 31, 2023, Reddit announced they were raising the price to make calls to their API from being free to a level that will kill every third-party app on Reddit, from Apollo to Reddit is Fun to Narwhal to BaconReader.
Even if you're not a mobile user and don't use any of those apps, this is a step toward killing other ways of customizing Reddit, such as Reddit Enhancement Suite or the use of the old.reddit.com desktop interface.
This isn't only a problem on the user level: many subreddit moderators depend on tools only available outside the official app to keep their communities on-topic and spam-free.
What's the plan?
On June 12th, many subreddits will be going dark to protest this policy. Some will return after 48 hours: others will go away permanently unless the issue is adequately addressed since many moderators aren't able to put in the work they do with the poor tools available through the official app. This isn't something any of us do lightly: we do what we do because we love Reddit, and we truly believe this change will make it impossible to keep doing what we love.The two-day blackout isn't the goal, and it isn't the end. Should things reach the 14th with no sign of Reddit choosing to fix what they've broken, we'll use the community and buzz we've built between then and now as a tool for further action.
What can you do as a user?
- Complain. Message the mods of /reddit.com, who are the admins of the site: message reddit: submit a support request: comment in relevant threads on /reddit, such as this one, leave a negative review on their official iOS or Android app- and sign your username in support to this post.
- Spread the word. Rabble-rouse on related subreddits. Meme it up, make it spicy. Bitch about it to your cat. Suggest anyone you know who moderates a subreddit join the coordinated mod effort at /ModCoord.
- Boycott and spread the word...to Reddit's competition! Stay off Reddit entirely from June 12th through the 13th- instead, take to your favourite non-Reddit platform of choice and make some noise in support!
- Don't be a jerk. As upsetting as this may be, threats, profanity and vandalism will be worse than useless in getting people on our side. Please make every effort to be as restrained, polite, reasonable and law-abiding as possible.
What can you do as a moderator?
- Join the coordinated effort over at /ModCoord
- Make a sticky post showing your support, A template has been created here you can use or modify to your liking, and be sure to crosspost it to /ModCoord.
-Mod Team
2023.06.07 20:22 No-Impact-9391 Monthly games aren't free
I have no idea if it's a problem just for me but all the monthly games are full price and there's no free download option. How do I fix this???
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2023.06.07 20:22 Wisedom-Expert Took an Extremely Long Break From The Accounting Profession, Will It Be Possible To Rejoin?
Hear ye, honorable denizens,
I doth earnestly beseech thy wise counsel and sagacious guidance upon mine impending return to the esteemed occupation of accounting, after a prolonged and eventful hiatus.
In the bygone days of yore, I embarked upon ventures of daring enterprise in the illustrious land of Italy, wherein I endeavored to establish a multitude of ventures. Alas, despite mine intrepid efforts and steadfast resolve, these undertakings met with naught but misfortune, resulting in their untimely dissolution.
Now, as I contemplate the restoration of mine station within the noble realm of accounting, mine thoughts are fraught with uncertainty. How might this extended absence and mine ill-fated entrepreneurial pursuits hinder mine prospects? I implore thee, therefore, to share thine profound wisdom and counsel upon the following inquiries:
I. Relevance of Former Experience: Doth the passage of time spent away from the esteemed profession of accounting, coupled with mine ventures in entrepreneurship, cast a shadow upon mine desirability to potential employers? How may I adeptly convey the merits of the skills and knowledge acquired during this sojourn, that they may be esteemed within the exalted realm of accounting?
II. Skill Renewal: In light of the ever-evolving landscape of the accounting trade, how might I ensure mine proficiency and knowledge remain current? Are there particular areas of study or specialized certifications upon which I should focus mine energies to enhance mine standing as a returning accountant?
III. Addressing the Void in Employment: What prudent strategies might I employ to bridge the vast chasm in mine employment history, both on mine curriculum vitae and during interviews? How may I illuminate the transferable skills and valuable experiences gleaned from mine entrepreneurial exploits, so as to bridge this divide with grace and distinction?
IV. Networking and Professional Connections: Given mine prolonged absence from the esteemed companionship of accountants, what steps might I undertake to reestablish mine professional network and cultivate fresh alliances within the industry? Might there be specific networking events, associations, or scholarly societies that thou wouldst recommend for one in mine situation?
With mine unwavering commitment to reestablish mine place within the esteemed realm of accounting and to leverage mine past experiences for the betterment of enterprises, I doth humbly beseech thee to offer thy sage insights, suggestions, and personal experiences. Thy counsel and guidance shall be received with heartfelt gratitude.
I express mine sincerest appreciation for thine time and unwavering support. With eager anticipation, I await thy counsel and enlightened guidance.
Thine Good Friend,
Ulfric Æthelwulf
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I doth earnestly beseech thy wise counsel and sagacious guidance upon mine impending return to the esteemed occupation of accounting, after a prolonged and eventful hiatus.
In the bygone days of yore, I embarked upon ventures of daring enterprise in the illustrious land of Italy, wherein I endeavored to establish a multitude of ventures. Alas, despite mine intrepid efforts and steadfast resolve, these undertakings met with naught but misfortune, resulting in their untimely dissolution.
Now, as I contemplate the restoration of mine station within the noble realm of accounting, mine thoughts are fraught with uncertainty. How might this extended absence and mine ill-fated entrepreneurial pursuits hinder mine prospects? I implore thee, therefore, to share thine profound wisdom and counsel upon the following inquiries:
I. Relevance of Former Experience: Doth the passage of time spent away from the esteemed profession of accounting, coupled with mine ventures in entrepreneurship, cast a shadow upon mine desirability to potential employers? How may I adeptly convey the merits of the skills and knowledge acquired during this sojourn, that they may be esteemed within the exalted realm of accounting?
II. Skill Renewal: In light of the ever-evolving landscape of the accounting trade, how might I ensure mine proficiency and knowledge remain current? Are there particular areas of study or specialized certifications upon which I should focus mine energies to enhance mine standing as a returning accountant?
III. Addressing the Void in Employment: What prudent strategies might I employ to bridge the vast chasm in mine employment history, both on mine curriculum vitae and during interviews? How may I illuminate the transferable skills and valuable experiences gleaned from mine entrepreneurial exploits, so as to bridge this divide with grace and distinction?
IV. Networking and Professional Connections: Given mine prolonged absence from the esteemed companionship of accountants, what steps might I undertake to reestablish mine professional network and cultivate fresh alliances within the industry? Might there be specific networking events, associations, or scholarly societies that thou wouldst recommend for one in mine situation?
With mine unwavering commitment to reestablish mine place within the esteemed realm of accounting and to leverage mine past experiences for the betterment of enterprises, I doth humbly beseech thee to offer thy sage insights, suggestions, and personal experiences. Thy counsel and guidance shall be received with heartfelt gratitude.
I express mine sincerest appreciation for thine time and unwavering support. With eager anticipation, I await thy counsel and enlightened guidance.
Thine Good Friend,
Ulfric Æthelwulf
2023.06.07 20:22 Crafty_Ad3105 Medial Gaslighting from OB/GYNs
So I’m seriously considering getting my IUD out. But I’m scared I’ll be pressured by my doc to either 1. not remove it or 2. replace it immediately with something else. I’ve never been one to like to be on many medications especially ones that mimic natural bodily functions etc. What are the reasons as to why the docs object and how can I get around it without angering her so she 1. might not take it out 2. maybe hurt me 3. take it out and put something else in 4. or dismiss my feelings entirely
I first got the IUD because of a legal requirement with a different prescription I’m no longer on… so I’m wondering if I can just pull that card and call it a day
Thoughts?
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I first got the IUD because of a legal requirement with a different prescription I’m no longer on… so I’m wondering if I can just pull that card and call it a day
Thoughts?
2023.06.07 20:22 DazedAndConfWiiUsed About to restart World Tour...what should I do first?
I almost restarted last night before I read you could get all the alt costumes. Sure glad I read that tidbit first, heh. I also found out how to unlock the music player, but only a few tracks for it. Are there more? And is there any other content I won't be able to unlock for a while once I restart?
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2023.06.07 20:22 Ftamino Will this sub join the protest?
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2023.06.07 20:21 Foxzomo Columnaris Treatment in Canada
I'm looking for advice on how to treat columnaris in Canada as it doesn't appear I have many options. After doing some research I've learnt that Canada has banned the majority of fish medications that are recommended to treat columnaris so I haven't been able to find much on what's actually available here.
I'm looking specifically for treatment options available in Ontario (not sure if that makes a difference) and treatments that wouldn't harm shrimp if possible as I have shrimp present in my tank. If anyone has any experience treating columnaris or knowledge of medications I can use I'd appreciate it! I have no extra tank so I will not be able to seperate sick fish as well.
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I'm looking specifically for treatment options available in Ontario (not sure if that makes a difference) and treatments that wouldn't harm shrimp if possible as I have shrimp present in my tank. If anyone has any experience treating columnaris or knowledge of medications I can use I'd appreciate it! I have no extra tank so I will not be able to seperate sick fish as well.
2023.06.07 20:21 bigB0ps AITA for accusing my friend of ruining my roommates birthday?
Apologies long because of backstory!
Last night was my roommates birthday. We are both bartenders, and our birthdays are four days apart (mine was Friday) and this year we both ended up having work on each of our birthdays.
Mine was Friday, which is an extremely busy night of the week for the bar regardless of the event. It wasn’t fully advertised as my birthday party, we just kind of added it on to the scheduled event (Beyoncé Renaissance party), which we knew would be fairly large on its own. He worked with me on the shift (we also work together) and the night was pretty poppin and people showed me a lot of love. We live in New Orleans and do the dollar safety pin thing and our customers really hooked me up. I’ve been a bartender for five years and have known these people for practically that whole time. My roommate has only been a bartender for about a year-and-a-half and people definitely love him but he’s not as “”popular”” just by virtue of not having done it as long.
His birthday was last night (Tuesday) which is generally pretty slow. I knew he was going to probably get a little in his feels about not having a crazy nighttoo, but we still made sure his shift was advertised as his party and got a DJ and food. I could tell halfway through that he was a little sad that some of his oldest friends didn’t show up and that it didn’t have the same blowout feel as mine so I did everything I could to make sure that those of us who were there made it count and showed him a lot of attention and reinforced how much we care for him but it’s totally understandable that he would feel a little sad even though mine was mostly like that because it was already going to be a big party and the weekends are so much busier than the weekdays. Basically I was just doing everything I could to make the best out of the Tuesday and encourage others to do so as well which everyone really did.
This is where the drama starts:
About two hours in to the the party I found out from my boss that a good friend and very loyal regular to my roommate and I (he was a little closer to my roommate) lost his life in a sudden and very violent manner.
Pretty much everyone at the bar knew him and many of us found out at the same time from different people. We talked about it outside very briefly and all agreed that my roommates birthday party was NOT the appropriate time to get into the nitty gritty and that we should wait a few hours until it ended to tell roommate so that he could enjoy his night to the fullest. A few others there who weren’t in the conversation but who I later found out also knew came to the same decision independently. We didn’t want to hide it from him or act like his birthday was so much more important than our friends passing, but it felt like it would be unfair to turn the party in to a wake and we all were still in good spirits because we wanted to enjoy our time together before the mourning process began and make him feel special I guess if that makes sense and agreed that my roommate should have the opportunity to make some good memories before that came crashing down.
I did not know this at the time, but one of our friends very tactlessly and (in my opinion) somewhat selfishly told my roommate halfway through his party, which is when I started noticing he was a little sad like I mentioned earlier. I thought it was only because of the reasons I mentioned and I still think that was a little part but learning of the passing very much crushed him as I knew it would. The mutual friend did not know our departed friend as well and in my opinion it reads as a bit gossipy and just wholly inappropriate for the moment since my roomate was not only trying to have a special time but also working.
I know everyone doesn’t think the same way or process the same way and I’m not trying to say he was wrong for trying to maybe reach out to someone, but he didn’t discuss it with anyone else except my roommate. None of us knew he knew and he could have talked to any of us about it we are all just as close as he and my roomate are.
A few hours after the party I sat with my roommate to tell him what happened and he told me about how our friend had already told him and I was absolutely LIVID. My roommate started sobbing uncontrollably and it was pretty clear looking back that he had been fighting back the emotions for most of the night when I thought he was just a bit bummed about having a smaller party. To make matters worse, tomorrow is a benefit concert for my roommates life-long best friend who died two years ago who’s birthday two days after his (they celebrated together for years) so it was already a touchy time making it even more important to do our best to make him feel loved.
When I say I went in on the friend who told I really went in. I cussed him out quite a but not to a nuclear level (I didn’t call him vulgar names) but I was definitely unflinchingly intense and I did tell him to use his f—ing brain, that I was super disappointed, that he was a selfish jerk, that everyone else got the memo without too much trouble, and that he ruined the birthday but couldn’t fix it because the birthday is done until next year. I told my roomate that this Friday would be his second party but obviously it’s not the same.
I’m still of the opinion that he did the wrong thing, but I’m wondering if I was too harsh yelling at him. After all he did lose a friend as well, but at the same time I just feel like there was a drama element to the situation and why would the ONLY PERSON you discuss it with be a birthday haver who is at work and already in a sensitive place?
Should I apologize for being so harsh? I told him to not talk to my roommate or apologize yet because he did enough damage and maybe that isn’t my place but I feel really strongly that he shouldn’t have done that. AITA?
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Last night was my roommates birthday. We are both bartenders, and our birthdays are four days apart (mine was Friday) and this year we both ended up having work on each of our birthdays.
Mine was Friday, which is an extremely busy night of the week for the bar regardless of the event. It wasn’t fully advertised as my birthday party, we just kind of added it on to the scheduled event (Beyoncé Renaissance party), which we knew would be fairly large on its own. He worked with me on the shift (we also work together) and the night was pretty poppin and people showed me a lot of love. We live in New Orleans and do the dollar safety pin thing and our customers really hooked me up. I’ve been a bartender for five years and have known these people for practically that whole time. My roommate has only been a bartender for about a year-and-a-half and people definitely love him but he’s not as “”popular”” just by virtue of not having done it as long.
His birthday was last night (Tuesday) which is generally pretty slow. I knew he was going to probably get a little in his feels about not having a crazy nighttoo, but we still made sure his shift was advertised as his party and got a DJ and food. I could tell halfway through that he was a little sad that some of his oldest friends didn’t show up and that it didn’t have the same blowout feel as mine so I did everything I could to make sure that those of us who were there made it count and showed him a lot of attention and reinforced how much we care for him but it’s totally understandable that he would feel a little sad even though mine was mostly like that because it was already going to be a big party and the weekends are so much busier than the weekdays. Basically I was just doing everything I could to make the best out of the Tuesday and encourage others to do so as well which everyone really did.
This is where the drama starts:
About two hours in to the the party I found out from my boss that a good friend and very loyal regular to my roommate and I (he was a little closer to my roommate) lost his life in a sudden and very violent manner.
Pretty much everyone at the bar knew him and many of us found out at the same time from different people. We talked about it outside very briefly and all agreed that my roommates birthday party was NOT the appropriate time to get into the nitty gritty and that we should wait a few hours until it ended to tell roommate so that he could enjoy his night to the fullest. A few others there who weren’t in the conversation but who I later found out also knew came to the same decision independently. We didn’t want to hide it from him or act like his birthday was so much more important than our friends passing, but it felt like it would be unfair to turn the party in to a wake and we all were still in good spirits because we wanted to enjoy our time together before the mourning process began and make him feel special I guess if that makes sense and agreed that my roommate should have the opportunity to make some good memories before that came crashing down.
I did not know this at the time, but one of our friends very tactlessly and (in my opinion) somewhat selfishly told my roommate halfway through his party, which is when I started noticing he was a little sad like I mentioned earlier. I thought it was only because of the reasons I mentioned and I still think that was a little part but learning of the passing very much crushed him as I knew it would. The mutual friend did not know our departed friend as well and in my opinion it reads as a bit gossipy and just wholly inappropriate for the moment since my roomate was not only trying to have a special time but also working.
I know everyone doesn’t think the same way or process the same way and I’m not trying to say he was wrong for trying to maybe reach out to someone, but he didn’t discuss it with anyone else except my roommate. None of us knew he knew and he could have talked to any of us about it we are all just as close as he and my roomate are.
A few hours after the party I sat with my roommate to tell him what happened and he told me about how our friend had already told him and I was absolutely LIVID. My roommate started sobbing uncontrollably and it was pretty clear looking back that he had been fighting back the emotions for most of the night when I thought he was just a bit bummed about having a smaller party. To make matters worse, tomorrow is a benefit concert for my roommates life-long best friend who died two years ago who’s birthday two days after his (they celebrated together for years) so it was already a touchy time making it even more important to do our best to make him feel loved.
When I say I went in on the friend who told I really went in. I cussed him out quite a but not to a nuclear level (I didn’t call him vulgar names) but I was definitely unflinchingly intense and I did tell him to use his f—ing brain, that I was super disappointed, that he was a selfish jerk, that everyone else got the memo without too much trouble, and that he ruined the birthday but couldn’t fix it because the birthday is done until next year. I told my roomate that this Friday would be his second party but obviously it’s not the same.
I’m still of the opinion that he did the wrong thing, but I’m wondering if I was too harsh yelling at him. After all he did lose a friend as well, but at the same time I just feel like there was a drama element to the situation and why would the ONLY PERSON you discuss it with be a birthday haver who is at work and already in a sensitive place?
Should I apologize for being so harsh? I told him to not talk to my roommate or apologize yet because he did enough damage and maybe that isn’t my place but I feel really strongly that he shouldn’t have done that. AITA?
2023.06.07 20:21 Vancouver1987 Vent/ Question for you, bad day due to smoke.
Hi All,
I need to vent a bit, but I guess it's partly a question or two as well.
I had a not so great asthma day yesterday. I was exposed to a good bit of wildfire smoke in the Province I'm currently working in. That set off some mild but persistent tightness, coughing, faint wheezing when exhaling to use my Ventolin. The usual. Shouldn't have been too big a deal. My own fault in a way. I should have grabbed an N95.
But I was super anxious. I couldn't get that deep breath, the one that goes down all the way. Normally, not a big deal. Been there, done that. But throughout the day, kept thinking "I can't breathe ". Maybe because my asthma has been so great for the last two months, I'm just not used to it anymore. Driving home, the seatbelt across my chest felt way too tight. Does anyone have any tips and tricks for days like that? How do you stay calm?
Anyway, I used my nebulizer when I got home. It worked, problem solved. Can't believe I was anxious about having it at first. Normally, I find the treatments to be OK in terms of comfort, provided it's not a mouthpiece (I know those work better, I just don't care for them). Yesterday though, the mask just felt uncomfortable. I distracted myself with a cooking show of all things. Anybody else ever want to just pull the darn thing off? Even though it's exactly what is needed?
Like I said, more of a vent than anything. I hope those of you in really smoky parts of Canada and the US are doing OK.
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I need to vent a bit, but I guess it's partly a question or two as well.
I had a not so great asthma day yesterday. I was exposed to a good bit of wildfire smoke in the Province I'm currently working in. That set off some mild but persistent tightness, coughing, faint wheezing when exhaling to use my Ventolin. The usual. Shouldn't have been too big a deal. My own fault in a way. I should have grabbed an N95.
But I was super anxious. I couldn't get that deep breath, the one that goes down all the way. Normally, not a big deal. Been there, done that. But throughout the day, kept thinking "I can't breathe ". Maybe because my asthma has been so great for the last two months, I'm just not used to it anymore. Driving home, the seatbelt across my chest felt way too tight. Does anyone have any tips and tricks for days like that? How do you stay calm?
Anyway, I used my nebulizer when I got home. It worked, problem solved. Can't believe I was anxious about having it at first. Normally, I find the treatments to be OK in terms of comfort, provided it's not a mouthpiece (I know those work better, I just don't care for them). Yesterday though, the mask just felt uncomfortable. I distracted myself with a cooking show of all things. Anybody else ever want to just pull the darn thing off? Even though it's exactly what is needed?
Like I said, more of a vent than anything. I hope those of you in really smoky parts of Canada and the US are doing OK.
2023.06.07 20:20 WelcomeToToyZone A little rant on the topic of, ehem, slime tutorials
Some thoughts I have about the ethics of these recordings in response to recent commentary made toward me:
With broadway prices being how they are these days, who’s really doing the stealing when it comes to 👢s, me (someone who genuinely loves the art form and wants to enjoy it as much as possible while not being able to be in NYC) or the producers (people who don’t necessarily care about the art form, are mostly in it to turn a quick buck, and are pricing anyone below the upper middle class out of the theatre)?
Additionally: how is it stealing to watch a production that will likely have no future because I am curious about them (I.e. Bad Cinderella, Paradise Square)?
Lastly, be nice to people. Really. I was asking a simple question. You know who you are.
tl;dr: don’t be a d*ck to people with an anonymous account and anti-bootleg culture, unless there is a proshot, is elitist.
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With broadway prices being how they are these days, who’s really doing the stealing when it comes to 👢s, me (someone who genuinely loves the art form and wants to enjoy it as much as possible while not being able to be in NYC) or the producers (people who don’t necessarily care about the art form, are mostly in it to turn a quick buck, and are pricing anyone below the upper middle class out of the theatre)?
Additionally: how is it stealing to watch a production that will likely have no future because I am curious about them (I.e. Bad Cinderella, Paradise Square)?
Lastly, be nice to people. Really. I was asking a simple question. You know who you are.
tl;dr: don’t be a d*ck to people with an anonymous account and anti-bootleg culture, unless there is a proshot, is elitist.
2023.06.07 20:20 Station-Charming Autumn King?
Spoilers for SJM universe. (Sorry if this has already been posted!)
CC2 basically confirms that the Midgard Fae came from the Dusk Court on Prythian. If this is the case, then how did the Autumn King get there? Where is his bloodline from?
I saw a theory that he was a sibling of one of the “dead” sons of the Beron who somehow got to Midgard.
What are your theories about the Autumn King? What he’s up to/where he’s from?
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CC2 basically confirms that the Midgard Fae came from the Dusk Court on Prythian. If this is the case, then how did the Autumn King get there? Where is his bloodline from?
I saw a theory that he was a sibling of one of the “dead” sons of the Beron who somehow got to Midgard.
What are your theories about the Autumn King? What he’s up to/where he’s from?
2023.06.07 20:20 Je4n_Luc Will r/spaceengineers be joining on the 12 of June?
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2023.06.07 20:19 StrangeAccounts I won a trip to visit the Wordsmith.
Part 1
"Who are you?" I asked in a distant tone at Mr. Valentine. He had taken seat in the same place he had in my memories of the morning prior. He returned my look with his own piercing eyes.
"Vincent Valentine, of course. Why do you ask?" My head was spinning but my determination shined through with clear focus.
"Because I can't remember you. I can't remember a single thing I wrote about you in my essay. And last night-" He raised one of his boney fingers to silence me.
"It's been seven months since we first got in contact with each other. Memories fade. I understand that. Please have some breakfast and hopefully calm your nerves. You slept so long you nearly missed it."
I walked over to the far side of the kitchen and put my hand to my forehead. A clammy cold sweat had exuded from my skin from the very moment that I had woken up.
"You look abysmal. Maybe you're fighting off some jet lag. Lucas, bring the poor woman some lavender water." He looked towards the back of the room behind my shoulder and a voice responded.
"Yes Mr. Valentine."
"Please, sit down. The sun will cast off the shadows from that came from the night. And hopefully some of those shadows will be from the post travel jitters that you must be feeling. After all, I'd hate for you to leave before I have a chance to teach you anything." His eyes carried with them such genuine grace and that his look alone had put me at ease.
I sat down and glanced over to my breakfast. It was the same as the day prior.
The Butler Lucas had quickly brought me out a glass of lavender infused water. A pristine twig floated at the top irradiating the glass in a purple hue. I took a sip and slowly felt my fear wash away.
"I'm sorry Mr. Valentine. I think I had a rough dream last night." I watched the lavender sprout twirl around in the dull current of my glass.
"It's understandable. Visiting someplace new always comes with its sense of unease. It happens to the best of us." I heard my stomach growl to him in response. I felt my face turn a rose color as I began to feel silly over the whole thing. "By all means, eat to your hearts content. You'll need your strength for later tonight. We have another lesson scheduled."
I gave him a bitter sweet smile and began to eat my breakfast. It was a little colder today but all the same it tasted delicious. Mr. Valentine politely waited until I finished eating before he continued.
"I was thinking this afternoon you could spend some time in your room writing up a story for me. Tonight you can head over to my Den and read it. I'll help make it a little more authentic if I can." The elderly writer smiled and stood up from his table. "It's been a roller coaster of a wonderful morning. And the days just starting. I hope you begin to feel better soon." And with that he walked away leaving me alone with Lucas.
"Hey Lucas?" I asked, my voice feeling faint.
"Yes Madam?" He replied with his usual servile tone.
"Do you think you could make sure my door is locked tonight?" There was a slight twitch of Lucas's lips before he nodded to my request.
"Absolutely. We'll make sure to lock it up after your retreat inside. I hope the night servants didn't bother you last night." I couldn't bear to look up at the Servant. I continuously felt silly about the whole thing. Yet the visage of the Maid still haunted the dark corners of my mind.
I finished up my drink and took leave from the dining room. I thanked Lucas for the meal and headed upstairs to my chambers. The afternoon sun basked its earthly glow into the bedroom, caking the writers desk in a brilliant spotlight. I placed my journal on the desk and began writing. My story was that of a man trapped behind a windowless room. Each breath he took shrunk the room bit by bit until he was encased in the plaster, his last breath fatally sealing his final image into its plaster casing.
By the time I had finished the sun had already begun to set. I double and triple checked my work. Editing was never my strong suit but I'd be damned if I read an unpolished work in front of an accredited author. I wanted to make sure my story was as close to being as professionally crafted as possible.
Feeling just barely over the edge of content with my final draft, I had placed my writing pen down. I looked into my bedroom mirror and took in a deep breath. Dark circles had formed around my eyes and I looked exhausted. My stomach still in knots from the day prior. If anything it had only gotten worse with this newest task.
But still, I swallowed my worry down and tucked the book under my arm.
I went to open my door and to my thankfulness the knob twisted with ease and allowed me an exit. I silently stepped down the stairs trying not to impose my presence within the manor any more than I already had.
Within just a moment I had reached the hallway towards the den and I had felt that it had doubled in size since I had last seen it.
It was as if the home itself was challenging me. It demanded me to take the long walk down the aisle with the audience of ghastly portraits being my only company. Only to worsen those thoughts was the flashback visions of the endless halls that had occupied my nightmares the night before.
What should happen if I walked towards the Den only to discover more hallways at the end of it? Would it have led to another night of anxious retreat down the unending stone passages of the Manor? Would I have run until I awoke in a cold sweat once more?
I swallowed the thoughts away and stood up straight. If nothing else I would give those portraits something proper to watch. I could fake my belonging if nothing else.
Sure enough I felt the cast down eyes of the monsters and ghouls that had watched my every step. Even so I didn't let my eyes fall down. I just kept on moving my feet forward.
Tonight was the night I showed Mr. Valentine that I had promise within me. Tonight was going to be the first real night of my tutorage.
Thankfully, once I reached the end of the hallway of aberrant observers, I found myself basked in the calming red glow of the Wordsmith's Den. Mr. Valentine sat in front of his fireplace with a long iron prod in his hand. He carefully pushed against the logs to ignite the fires flames higher. The warmth that had billowed from the fireplace contrasted itself against the cold drafts that emanated from the stone walls.
"Hello Mr. Valentine. Sorry if I'm late. I just wanted to finish up some editing before coming down here." Mr. Valentine smiled, although he didn't turn to face me. I only saw half of his face. His elderly skin had had been cast brilliantly in the glow of the den's flames.
"You're never late here in the Wordsmith. Nor are you ever early." He leaned back in his leather chair, the fabric stretching underneath his weight despite his slender frame. "So what can I look forward to hearing tonight?"
I once more swallowed the nervous spit that formed inside my mouth and looked down at the journal in my hands. "We'll it isn't much but for an afternoons work I hope you can enjoy it." Mr. Valentine rested his shoulders back into his chair and made himself comfortable. His hands rested on his lap.
"Please, share it with me. Word for word if you wouldn't mind." His voice soothed the air around him. A fact which only caused me to feel just slightly more anxious. There was something otherworldly about how he managed to control a room. His very presence felt unobtainable to a normal mans.
But needless to say I complied to every wish he asked of me.
I regaled the story as best as I could. I spoke of the mans panic. How his claustrophobia made his breath more labored and erratic. A fact that had caused his situation to worsen faster, and faster. Eventually leaving him nothing more than an outline of a man surrounded in plaster and wood.
Mr. Valentine simply sat through the whole thing. Neither smile nor grimace to any word spoken. It wasn't until my final word that he nodded in acknowledgement.
"Very interesting story. It already felt a little more real than your others. What inspired you?" I felt my face go pale as my thoughts drifted back to the very feeling of entrapment I had experienced within the Manor. How I felt suffocated inside.
But I refused to admit that fact to the man I had so admired.
"I think the idea in general is something interesting to me. I don't know how else to explain it." Mr. Valentine let the silence wrap around us. The quiet of the moment lasted just long enough to give me the feeling that he knew I was withholding the full truth from him.
"I suppose that's one way of seeing things. Though I do hope you come to terms with expressing the real reality here.
"And that reality is you're slowly believing your own stories. What you see in your mind isn't just a figment of your own imagination. You've imposed emotions, thoughts, goals and aspirations onto the man in your story. And now that mans dead.
"You didn't kill him though. You simply watched and documented all the facts down into your journal. Just as any proper documentarian would do." A strong gust of air billowed down the hallway behind us and hit the fire mercilessly. The light of the flames had dimmed but Mr. Valentine didn't use his iron prod to spark it back up.
Instead he choose to embrace the now darkened room.
"Do you know what the biggest rule for Horror is?" The darkness seeped into every crack and pour of the old mans face as the fires embers died.
"It's that you should never place yourself in the story unless you are prepared to die. Anything else would simply be unbelievable." I felt the hair on my body stand on end. He said it with only the raspy cloak of a whisper yet it felt as though he was making a veiled threat towards my very person.
A threat made with such a certainty behind it that I couldn't defend myself against it.
"You brought another journal here didn't you? To catalogue your stay? I do hope you get the final words in it by the end of your stay." A second billow of wind cascaded over us that finally killed the last of the embers.
I sat in darkness for a moment. My body neither running nor fighting its way through my predicament. I was frozen in fear.
I heard the same stretching of leather coming from Mr. Valentines chair that I had heard earlier. His trail of footsteps slowly turned away from me and headed their way towards the hall. "What a wonderful night for a horror story." I heard his voice whisper. It carried its way straight into my ear canal as though he stood right behind me.
I waited until I heard his footsteps disappear down the hall. I forced my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting that the windowpanes had allowed through. I gripped my chair tightly before standing up. My legs had begun shaking but I forced myself to remember the confidence that I had shown when I first approached the Den.
'Don't let them see you scared' I thought to myself. I kept repeating it over and over again as I walked towards the hallway. I let my eyes stay glued ahead. But just for a moment. When I had nearly past the last portrait, I allowed a single glance.
My vision didn't show a grotesque creature but rather an empty landscape.
My heart dropped.
I swung myself around and looked towards the other paintings and sure enough, all of them were of empty fields and abandoned homes. Not a single face to be seen.
I broke my facade of strength and darted back down the hallway towards the foyer. I heard nothing more than a pin drop through the entire Wordsmith on my way. My footsteps had echoed across the deserted halls like the clattering of porcelain falling onto a marble floor.
I didn't care. I needed to get into my room.
And so I did.
I slammed the door behind me and looked at the handle more closely. There was no way for me to lock it from the inside.
Footsteps had begun to make their way up the staircase upon this realization. My eyes darted around the moonlit room for anything I could use to help seal this place off from the hell outside. But nothing had shown its face. I did the only thing I could have thought to do in that panic. I pressed my back to the door and pushed all my weight against it.
It wasn't until I heard the door lock from behind me that my body relaxed from it's tense stature. My body slid to the floor and I tucked my legs up to my chest. Once again I had felt like such a fool.
Why was it that my mind couldn't think straight? Why was it that whenever night fell my brain clouded itself in fear beyond any rational explanation?
My stomach twisted and cramped inside of me. I grabbed onto it and made myself stand up on my trembling legs.
With a stagger I headed towards the bed frame. My vision had begun to blur. The second I folded over on top of the bed sheets my mind went dark. The last thing I saw was one of the portraits staring down at me from my window.
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"Who are you?" I asked in a distant tone at Mr. Valentine. He had taken seat in the same place he had in my memories of the morning prior. He returned my look with his own piercing eyes.
"Vincent Valentine, of course. Why do you ask?" My head was spinning but my determination shined through with clear focus.
"Because I can't remember you. I can't remember a single thing I wrote about you in my essay. And last night-" He raised one of his boney fingers to silence me.
"It's been seven months since we first got in contact with each other. Memories fade. I understand that. Please have some breakfast and hopefully calm your nerves. You slept so long you nearly missed it."
I walked over to the far side of the kitchen and put my hand to my forehead. A clammy cold sweat had exuded from my skin from the very moment that I had woken up.
"You look abysmal. Maybe you're fighting off some jet lag. Lucas, bring the poor woman some lavender water." He looked towards the back of the room behind my shoulder and a voice responded.
"Yes Mr. Valentine."
"Please, sit down. The sun will cast off the shadows from that came from the night. And hopefully some of those shadows will be from the post travel jitters that you must be feeling. After all, I'd hate for you to leave before I have a chance to teach you anything." His eyes carried with them such genuine grace and that his look alone had put me at ease.
I sat down and glanced over to my breakfast. It was the same as the day prior.
The Butler Lucas had quickly brought me out a glass of lavender infused water. A pristine twig floated at the top irradiating the glass in a purple hue. I took a sip and slowly felt my fear wash away.
"I'm sorry Mr. Valentine. I think I had a rough dream last night." I watched the lavender sprout twirl around in the dull current of my glass.
"It's understandable. Visiting someplace new always comes with its sense of unease. It happens to the best of us." I heard my stomach growl to him in response. I felt my face turn a rose color as I began to feel silly over the whole thing. "By all means, eat to your hearts content. You'll need your strength for later tonight. We have another lesson scheduled."
I gave him a bitter sweet smile and began to eat my breakfast. It was a little colder today but all the same it tasted delicious. Mr. Valentine politely waited until I finished eating before he continued.
"I was thinking this afternoon you could spend some time in your room writing up a story for me. Tonight you can head over to my Den and read it. I'll help make it a little more authentic if I can." The elderly writer smiled and stood up from his table. "It's been a roller coaster of a wonderful morning. And the days just starting. I hope you begin to feel better soon." And with that he walked away leaving me alone with Lucas.
"Hey Lucas?" I asked, my voice feeling faint.
"Yes Madam?" He replied with his usual servile tone.
"Do you think you could make sure my door is locked tonight?" There was a slight twitch of Lucas's lips before he nodded to my request.
"Absolutely. We'll make sure to lock it up after your retreat inside. I hope the night servants didn't bother you last night." I couldn't bear to look up at the Servant. I continuously felt silly about the whole thing. Yet the visage of the Maid still haunted the dark corners of my mind.
I finished up my drink and took leave from the dining room. I thanked Lucas for the meal and headed upstairs to my chambers. The afternoon sun basked its earthly glow into the bedroom, caking the writers desk in a brilliant spotlight. I placed my journal on the desk and began writing. My story was that of a man trapped behind a windowless room. Each breath he took shrunk the room bit by bit until he was encased in the plaster, his last breath fatally sealing his final image into its plaster casing.
By the time I had finished the sun had already begun to set. I double and triple checked my work. Editing was never my strong suit but I'd be damned if I read an unpolished work in front of an accredited author. I wanted to make sure my story was as close to being as professionally crafted as possible.
Feeling just barely over the edge of content with my final draft, I had placed my writing pen down. I looked into my bedroom mirror and took in a deep breath. Dark circles had formed around my eyes and I looked exhausted. My stomach still in knots from the day prior. If anything it had only gotten worse with this newest task.
But still, I swallowed my worry down and tucked the book under my arm.
I went to open my door and to my thankfulness the knob twisted with ease and allowed me an exit. I silently stepped down the stairs trying not to impose my presence within the manor any more than I already had.
Within just a moment I had reached the hallway towards the den and I had felt that it had doubled in size since I had last seen it.
It was as if the home itself was challenging me. It demanded me to take the long walk down the aisle with the audience of ghastly portraits being my only company. Only to worsen those thoughts was the flashback visions of the endless halls that had occupied my nightmares the night before.
What should happen if I walked towards the Den only to discover more hallways at the end of it? Would it have led to another night of anxious retreat down the unending stone passages of the Manor? Would I have run until I awoke in a cold sweat once more?
I swallowed the thoughts away and stood up straight. If nothing else I would give those portraits something proper to watch. I could fake my belonging if nothing else.
Sure enough I felt the cast down eyes of the monsters and ghouls that had watched my every step. Even so I didn't let my eyes fall down. I just kept on moving my feet forward.
Tonight was the night I showed Mr. Valentine that I had promise within me. Tonight was going to be the first real night of my tutorage.
Thankfully, once I reached the end of the hallway of aberrant observers, I found myself basked in the calming red glow of the Wordsmith's Den. Mr. Valentine sat in front of his fireplace with a long iron prod in his hand. He carefully pushed against the logs to ignite the fires flames higher. The warmth that had billowed from the fireplace contrasted itself against the cold drafts that emanated from the stone walls.
"Hello Mr. Valentine. Sorry if I'm late. I just wanted to finish up some editing before coming down here." Mr. Valentine smiled, although he didn't turn to face me. I only saw half of his face. His elderly skin had had been cast brilliantly in the glow of the den's flames.
"You're never late here in the Wordsmith. Nor are you ever early." He leaned back in his leather chair, the fabric stretching underneath his weight despite his slender frame. "So what can I look forward to hearing tonight?"
I once more swallowed the nervous spit that formed inside my mouth and looked down at the journal in my hands. "We'll it isn't much but for an afternoons work I hope you can enjoy it." Mr. Valentine rested his shoulders back into his chair and made himself comfortable. His hands rested on his lap.
"Please, share it with me. Word for word if you wouldn't mind." His voice soothed the air around him. A fact which only caused me to feel just slightly more anxious. There was something otherworldly about how he managed to control a room. His very presence felt unobtainable to a normal mans.
But needless to say I complied to every wish he asked of me.
I regaled the story as best as I could. I spoke of the mans panic. How his claustrophobia made his breath more labored and erratic. A fact that had caused his situation to worsen faster, and faster. Eventually leaving him nothing more than an outline of a man surrounded in plaster and wood.
Mr. Valentine simply sat through the whole thing. Neither smile nor grimace to any word spoken. It wasn't until my final word that he nodded in acknowledgement.
"Very interesting story. It already felt a little more real than your others. What inspired you?" I felt my face go pale as my thoughts drifted back to the very feeling of entrapment I had experienced within the Manor. How I felt suffocated inside.
But I refused to admit that fact to the man I had so admired.
"I think the idea in general is something interesting to me. I don't know how else to explain it." Mr. Valentine let the silence wrap around us. The quiet of the moment lasted just long enough to give me the feeling that he knew I was withholding the full truth from him.
"I suppose that's one way of seeing things. Though I do hope you come to terms with expressing the real reality here.
"And that reality is you're slowly believing your own stories. What you see in your mind isn't just a figment of your own imagination. You've imposed emotions, thoughts, goals and aspirations onto the man in your story. And now that mans dead.
"You didn't kill him though. You simply watched and documented all the facts down into your journal. Just as any proper documentarian would do." A strong gust of air billowed down the hallway behind us and hit the fire mercilessly. The light of the flames had dimmed but Mr. Valentine didn't use his iron prod to spark it back up.
Instead he choose to embrace the now darkened room.
"Do you know what the biggest rule for Horror is?" The darkness seeped into every crack and pour of the old mans face as the fires embers died.
"It's that you should never place yourself in the story unless you are prepared to die. Anything else would simply be unbelievable." I felt the hair on my body stand on end. He said it with only the raspy cloak of a whisper yet it felt as though he was making a veiled threat towards my very person.
A threat made with such a certainty behind it that I couldn't defend myself against it.
"You brought another journal here didn't you? To catalogue your stay? I do hope you get the final words in it by the end of your stay." A second billow of wind cascaded over us that finally killed the last of the embers.
I sat in darkness for a moment. My body neither running nor fighting its way through my predicament. I was frozen in fear.
I heard the same stretching of leather coming from Mr. Valentines chair that I had heard earlier. His trail of footsteps slowly turned away from me and headed their way towards the hall. "What a wonderful night for a horror story." I heard his voice whisper. It carried its way straight into my ear canal as though he stood right behind me.
I waited until I heard his footsteps disappear down the hall. I forced my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting that the windowpanes had allowed through. I gripped my chair tightly before standing up. My legs had begun shaking but I forced myself to remember the confidence that I had shown when I first approached the Den.
'Don't let them see you scared' I thought to myself. I kept repeating it over and over again as I walked towards the hallway. I let my eyes stay glued ahead. But just for a moment. When I had nearly past the last portrait, I allowed a single glance.
My vision didn't show a grotesque creature but rather an empty landscape.
My heart dropped.
I swung myself around and looked towards the other paintings and sure enough, all of them were of empty fields and abandoned homes. Not a single face to be seen.
I broke my facade of strength and darted back down the hallway towards the foyer. I heard nothing more than a pin drop through the entire Wordsmith on my way. My footsteps had echoed across the deserted halls like the clattering of porcelain falling onto a marble floor.
I didn't care. I needed to get into my room.
And so I did.
I slammed the door behind me and looked at the handle more closely. There was no way for me to lock it from the inside.
Footsteps had begun to make their way up the staircase upon this realization. My eyes darted around the moonlit room for anything I could use to help seal this place off from the hell outside. But nothing had shown its face. I did the only thing I could have thought to do in that panic. I pressed my back to the door and pushed all my weight against it.
It wasn't until I heard the door lock from behind me that my body relaxed from it's tense stature. My body slid to the floor and I tucked my legs up to my chest. Once again I had felt like such a fool.
Why was it that my mind couldn't think straight? Why was it that whenever night fell my brain clouded itself in fear beyond any rational explanation?
My stomach twisted and cramped inside of me. I grabbed onto it and made myself stand up on my trembling legs.
With a stagger I headed towards the bed frame. My vision had begun to blur. The second I folded over on top of the bed sheets my mind went dark. The last thing I saw was one of the portraits staring down at me from my window.
2023.06.07 20:19 ZaphodsSecondDome Interviewing with current company's direct competitor
I have recently applied to and been invited to interview for a position at one of my company's direct competitors and I would like to be aware of any legal risks or precautions I should be aware of.
I work in a very specialized tech field that has less than a half dozen companies worldwide. I've been at my current company since its early start up inception and contributed heavily to its intellectual property. We have since been acquired by a large multinational corporation. At no time have I been given an explict non-compete clause to sign, but I can't say definitively that some version isn't buried within large corporation's employee handbook. What specific terms should I look for within that to double check? Are there professionals who can assist in ensuring I'm not breaking any clauses by interviewing and/or accepting a position?
I'm also concerned about sharing too detailed of information during the interview process. This may not be the right venue for this type of question, but any advice about how to discuss my accomplishments and qualifications without putting myself or my current company at risk would be welcome.
Location: MN USA Current company's location: NY USA Competitor's location: NY USA
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I work in a very specialized tech field that has less than a half dozen companies worldwide. I've been at my current company since its early start up inception and contributed heavily to its intellectual property. We have since been acquired by a large multinational corporation. At no time have I been given an explict non-compete clause to sign, but I can't say definitively that some version isn't buried within large corporation's employee handbook. What specific terms should I look for within that to double check? Are there professionals who can assist in ensuring I'm not breaking any clauses by interviewing and/or accepting a position?
I'm also concerned about sharing too detailed of information during the interview process. This may not be the right venue for this type of question, but any advice about how to discuss my accomplishments and qualifications without putting myself or my current company at risk would be welcome.
Location: MN USA Current company's location: NY USA Competitor's location: NY USA