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I randomly met a guy at a store near my home and we had a small conversation. I easily found his profile and decided to send a follow request the next day. We had good hour long conversations. He is an extremely sweet and positive person.
I have always been with toxic people or atleast people who have been putting in a lot of efforts in the initial stages and withdrawing the attention altogether afterwards, but he is different. We were talking almost entire day. 3 days after, he had a light day so we decided to meet at a nearby park. We had a good hour and a half long chat and decided before leaving to meet on Sunday asbwe both probably would be free that day
We used to chat every night but I had a night stay plan on Friday followed by his heavy weekend plans due to which we could not talk much and didn't really address our Sunday plan. Its Wednesday today and since the last 2 days he has been replying to me exactly after 4 hours, irrespective of whether he is free or busy. On Monday i told him I got free early and asked if he wants to join me at the park. He replied after 2 hours that he would had loved to but has a couple of deadlines.
He got free early yesterday, yet he replied extremely late. I have a feeling that he is no longer interested maybe but then his replies are flattering. His latest were that he liked one of the videos i shared of my party day that looked embarrassing later. He said he didn't want to be deprived of such videos.
I do think he likes me but the latest conversations are just pushing us apart. I do not want to lose the spark and want to talk to him more regularly. If only we could meet again or talk on phone. If he seems uninterested, I'll accept it but i do not want to go this in haste. How can i express that I am interested in knowing him more?
My idea is to keep myself away from instagram for the next 2 days because his exact 4 hour late responses have been bothering me and are testing my patience. I'll tell him that my next 2 days are busy so that he doesn't feel ghosted.

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Memory transcript: Starfreighter operator Cli! from Sillis, Date: [Standardized human time] September 11th, 2136
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“If at any point you try to trick me, I will burn you to ashes. Am I understood?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Said !ar!, his legs shaking, but I wasn’t one bit better off, I was terrified to death, frozen in place. We’ve never had a weapon pointed at us. And it tuns out, it is a terrifying position to be in.
“Then start talking”. Said the old exterminator lady.
“We’ve been searching for a place to build us a custom adapter, and we’ve found this place called ‘Electronics Abound’, where a very bored female venlil pointed us to this store of yours.” I said with shaking voice. I was moving my hand towards my bag slowly for the connector, when she jerked the flamethrower in my direction, and shouted at me.
“Hands where I can see them! How do you know the expression ‘gold-pressed latinum’?”
“The female venlil told us to tell it to you. She said you can help with our problem. Can I show you?” I asked humbly.
“Give me the bag!” She shouted at me.
I took off my backpack and threw it at her feet. Handling the weapon with one hand, she reached into my bag with the other one. She rummaged in it for a moment, then brought out the CNCQ connector. The moment it was out of the bag, her eye was glued to it, looking at it as if she has just witnessed the founding of the Federation. “Where did you get this?” She turned to us and said, while holding the part.
“In our ship’s spare part compartment.”
“I am going to ask you a simple question. If you give me the correct answer, you will live. If you don’t…then lets just say I will have a lot of cleaning to do. So tell me, what exactly am I holding in my hand?”
“Ni!ita, please help us, this female venlil in front us tells us she will burn us to death if we wont identify the connector part.” I said out loud.
“Who the damnation are you talking to?” Replied the venlil, turning more hostile at my question.
“It is a universal CNCQ connector for a Type 3 socket, manufactured probably between 180 and 200 years ago in !errigan’s electronics factory on Sillis, if I remember correctly on an island just off the coast of her domain.” Said Ni!ita to me. It was an exhaustive answer, I hope it will be enough for our aggressive venlil.
“Ma’am, it is a universal CNCQ connector for a type 3 socket, manufactured on Sillis about 180 years ago in an electronics factory just off the…” I tried to repeat the lines Ni!ita told me, but Kelra interrupted me.
“It seems you know way more of this item than I do. But I do know that part of what you’ve said is the correct answer. Sorry that I’ve spooked you…”she said, as she turned off the flamethrower and put it down onto the floor”…but the codeword you’ve just told me implied you were coming to capture me. You seem to know more of this item than even the exterminator office. So, you’ve said you’ve found it in a compartment of your ship. Am I correct by assuming you are flying a non-federation standard starship?”
“Yes, you are.” !ar! replied.
“Okay. Do I assume correctly that you have a CNCQ module, to which you would like to connect something, maybe a datapad?”
“Correct, again.” I said.
“So you have a ship capable of interfacing with a CNCQ module. Why would you want an adapter for it then?”
“It is not for our CNCQ module, it is for an other we’ve found.” I explained.
“So you have 2 modules? How did you get a second one?”
“Cli! found in on Venlil Prime at the starport, it was lodged into an engine pod of a shuttle which collided with it in space.” !ar! said to her.
“I see. And why would you like to connect it to a datapad, when you could connect it to the ship?”
“We don’t want to connect it to the ship, we don’t trust her enough.”
“Her? I am confused. Are we still talking about the computer core of your ship?” Kelra said, probably just as confused, if not even more, than when we were told of CNCQs a day ago.
“Maybe it would be better if you’d tell us how do you know about this technology, and what do you know about it, before we attempt to explain our situation.”
“Would you like some fresh-baked strayu, or some fruits for the tale? Maybe a glass of water? Anyway, my story begins about 30 years ago. “She begins, as she goes up to the cabinet in the room, and fetches 3 glasses on a plate, and wanders over to the sink. “I was a young lass back then. Both my parents were exterminators, so it was natural that I also aspired to be one. But I had dreams, I wanted to see the galaxy, it was not enough for me to prowl the sewers and fields of Venlil Prime. So I’ve signed up for service, and thanks to my heritage, I was easily accepted into the exterminator fleet as a mechanic. You know, the fleets that are dispatched to untamed worlds to cleanse them of predator taint, to turn the planets into habitable paradises.” She put the glasses down onto the table in front of us, and then went back to the cabinet to take out some fruits. “I rose quickly in the ranks, Iin no small part because of my knack for recognising patterns. I’ve provided plenty of observations about predators and their behaviour that my contribution could be actually felt on the quality of work we did as a team. This, naturally, resulted in promotions not just in rank, but in responsibilities. I was given my own ship after only a scant 6 years. As the wave of colonization efforts died down, our focus changed, and so did my duties. We were tasked with finding battlesites, prowling through wreckage and removing arxur taint, and, if possible, retrieving casualties.”
Kelra stopped for a second to drink a little water, then went on. “But everything changed on that fateful paw. We patrolled this very system’s outskirts, when a dark object appeared on our sensors. They barely picked it up, we would have missed it if it didn’t reflect so much light, and the system thought it discovered a new star in the distance. After a quick error checking, we recognised it was a ship, and not a new star. It didn’t tumble much, drifted in the endless void silently. I gave the orders to go in for visual check, which we did, and what we had seen was unlike what we’ve ever seen. The craft looked neither federation nor arxur, it was oddly organic in shape. I have sent out teams to scour its hull for an entry point, and to evaluate the possible design purpose of the ship. An agonizing claw has passed before the first reports started coming in – it was clearly a weapon of war. An incredibly amount of missile launchers covered its surface, all empty, with some point defence lasers dotting its hull. A team has found an entry point, though they didn’t had to look very hard, practically the ship was broken in half. I have ordered the teams to rotate back and sent fresh teams into the derelict. I will never forget what I have seen on the camera feeds of my troops, tilfish corpses littered the inside, heaps upon heaps of dead, frozen tilfish strewn everywhere. By the time the ship was completely investigated, we’ve counted over 20000 dead. That sight, the memories of that day will haunt me for the rest of my life.”
Kelra stopped again, clearly in great emotional distress, and I could see tears forming in her eyes.
“You don’t have to continue Kelra.” I tried to persuade her to stop, but the put her paw up, and went on.
“I do, I have to. Someone has to know, and you, at least partially, are privy to the truth. I don’t think any better candidate will come my way anytime.” She took a deep breath, and continued.” In that cursed ship, my team found a single piece of machinery still being powered. It was fed by some kind of emergency power source we could not locate the source of. It was the computer core, or CNCQ, as you might know it. I have no idea why the designer of the vessel dreamed this craft up this way, I can not fathom why one would want to keep a dead ship’s core powered, but I guess that question will stay unanswered. Anyway, we decided to extract the core, and mark the craft for salvaging. The dead crew has been collected and incinerated in our drivecones’ exhaust.” She stopped for a moment, thinking about the memories and the feelings they’ve awoken inside her, then continued. ”We’ve spent the next months trying to interface with the computer core, which eventually resulted in the gadget now you seek. I am willing to part with it, but in exchange, I would like to take a peek at your computer core.”
We sat across her in stunned silence for a long moment, weighting if that would be a wise idea. For what exactly are we endangering ourselves, a custom piece of cabling so that our stowaway can talk to the world?
“Cli!, you are in deep distress, I can feel it, what is the problem?” Came Ni!ita’s voice out of nowhere in my mind.
I tried to recall the story I’ve been just told, so that she might understand the reason for my anguish.
“You should ask her why the existence of this adapter is dangerous. It makes no sense. A crucial piece of the bigger picture is missing. A more important question is, why is she afraid?”
Those were very good questions. Ni!ita seems to be very good at paying attention to details, and noticing inconsistencies. I decided to ask them from Kelra.
“You are an observant tilfish, Cli!, those are perfectly valid questions. I am willing to give you some details as a show of faith, and to sweeten the deal, I will give you the computer module after you’ve fulfilled your end of the deal. Is this acceptable for you?”
“We can agree to this Kelra.” Said !ar!.
“The adapter is a piece of technology that allows connection between federation systems and a technology that is deemed dangerous by the federation. Though I think the protocol itself is a remnant of a conflict that has been scrubbed from the records of the federation. The information we’ve discovered in the core pointed to a conflict between the tilfish and the Federation, before you’ve been officially found by the Federation. The ship was fleeing Sillis, and it was pursued by a Federation suppression fleet. The core must have been damaged in some way, as we could not extract much from it, apart from navigation data and some damage reports, despite it being full of information. I am in potential danger, because I am in possession of this information. I know, because I know the regulations, some I’ve even helped write. Now its your turn.”
“You can not take a look at the CNCQ modul you would like to investigate, because it is not our decision. It is, after all, her body, not ours.” I told her in confident tone.
“Whose decision? What are you talking about?” Asked Kelra, apparently being very upset about what I’ve just told her.
“Its Ni!ita’s decision, she lives in it. The CNCQ is not a computer core, you see, it is a housing of a virtual brain of a long-dead tilfish queen. Among other things.” I explained her.
“Are you pulling my tail? This is a sorry excuse for a joke. There is nothing in my computer module!”
“You’ve just said, it is full of data. Yours, and our original, are essentially coffins, of a long-dead tilfish’s neural transcript. The one we’ve found on Venlil Prime is still alive however.”
“Lets assume I go along with your outlandish explanation. Why do you need the adapter?”
“We basically made a deal with her. We will not leave her on the scrapyard if she does work on the ship. Considering her…disabilities, she is unable to do any physical work, and we are reluctant to hook up her to the ship. So, we thought if we gave her the means, she could be our logistician. She could scour the digital world for work more efficiently than us. If you give us the adapter, we can prove this to you.”
Kelra thought for a very long moment, confusion was clearly wrecking her mind. It would be wrecking ours too, if we were subjected to such a situation she was pushed into. On second thought, we were in her position just a paw ago. Hm, how easily one’s world view can change in short amount of time. Suddenly, she got up, and walked to the cabinet in the room, she leaned inside and pushed something, after which a hidden compartment revealed itself in the wall opposite us. She walked up to it, and retrieved the adapter, and her CNCQ module.
“Lets go to your ship, then.” She said with determination in her voice. Then she walked out of the office into the store, and we heard the door unlocking. “Are you coming or not?” She asked from us, practically shouting from the street. I’ve jumped up and ran after her, with !ar! right behind me. By the time we’ve caught up with her, she was almost at the corner of the block.
The walk back to the ship went in silence, we did not talk, at all. Her knowledge of the city was evident, as we’ve walked considerably less to the starport now, than how much we did earlier today. But the night still caught us outside, by the time we’ve reached our ship the starport was bathing in blinding artificial lighting, projected from floodlights dotting the tarmac. We approached the ship from the front, and Kelra’s eyes shot wide open at the sight of it.
“Is this your ship? It does not look like a Federation ship, at all. In fact, it resembles the ship I’ve encountered all those years ago.” Kelra said, while gawking at our craft.
“It is indeed very different. Actually, we are having a lot of problems finding parts for it. I guess you can imagine, it is not a common ship in Federation space.” I added.
“May I have a look inside?” She asked.
“Well, we have walked around here, it would be rude from us not to let you on board.” !ar! replied.
We all walked into the ship via the crew ramp, and headed to the storage room where Ni!ita “lived” currently. Kelra handed !ar! the adapter, and he connected his datapad to the module with it. For a few moments, nothing happened, then Ni!ita’s began speaking to me.
“Hm, interesting gadget. Is this the famed ‘datapad’ you’ve connected to me? The software is…difficult. I have to be careful while talking to it, as if I was walking on eggshells, made of extra-brittle glass which have already been broken but is still in one piece. Extremely sloppy engineering. Oh dear, the amount of unnecessary protocols, the duplicate lines of code, the pointless bloatware…do you truly need a live update of the weather on all federation planets? And why am I bombarded with articles, like ‘14 symptoms of predator disease’ or ’21 ways the Federation keeps you alive without you knowing’?”
“What now?” Asked Kelra from us. “Is it working? I would like to speak to her. Can we talk somehow?”
“Hello alien!” Came a voice from the speaker of the datapad. The most soothing, feminine, smooth voice I’ve ever heard, it made the hair on my body stand upright, and even Kelra’s wool has straightened a little. A chilling feeling ran though my body, from my head to my abdomen, sparking a feeling of happiness and joy from every cell of my body, as if they started dancing at the same time.
Kelra’s mouth hang open at the unexpected voice. She looked around, looking for the source, but she found nobody. “Hello, mysterious occupant of the CNCQ module. I am Kelra.” She said to the datapad, after she confirmed that the voice could not have come from any other place.
“Greetings, Kelra, I am Ni!ita. Thank you for your generous gift adapter. Finally, I can do something else, other than chatting with these 2 drones, they are quite boring, frankly.”
“What and who are you?” Inquired Kelra.
“I am Queen Ni!ita, the neural transcript of queen Ni!ita from Sillis. I am a Command and Control Queen, or CNCQ. And who are you, Kelra?
“I am a former ship leader and exterminator.” Said Kelra.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, and aliens in general. It is my first time, but I suppose the rest of my kind met yours almost 2 centuries ago.”
Kelra froze at that comment, probably thinking back to the corpse-filled ship. She must have been thinking wether she should tell her story to Ni!ita or not. The Federation did not meet the tilfish under pleasant circumstances.
“Well, Kelra, do you believe us now?” I’ve asked from Kelra.
“I do. It is incredible. In my wildest dreams I have not though this was the purpose of the module, this also explains why the ship was designed to keep the module powered no matter what. And since you have the proper equipment, maybe you could look into my module also, probably it would reveal more than what I could dig up with my improvised tools.”
Kelra spend the next hour chatting with Ni!ita, carefully navigating around the topics that would expose the Federation’s involvement with the ancient tilfish. They discussed technology, culture, especially music. Ni!ita was extremely interested in venlil music. But the time came when she had to go back to her life.
“Thank you for your warm welcome, but I must be going now, my daughter must be worried sick. May I have your contact so that we can stay in touch, Queen Ni!ita?” Asked Kelra.
“I don’t have any objections. And, please, call me Ni!ita, no need for long-forgotten, meaningless titles.” Replied Ni!ita. Kelra went over to the CNCQ module, and sent over her contact. Then she turned around, thanked us for our hospitality, and left, leaving her own module on the floor by the door.
We looked at each other with !ar!. This has been a tiring day, and we haven’t even secured a new job for ourselves. Suddenly, it dawned on me, Ni!ita can now take over that role from us.
“Ni!ita, since you now have the means to do some work for us, how about you start looking for a job for us?”
“I have already done it. We will depart in the morning.”
“Wow, you are fast.” Said !ar! surprised.” Would you please fill us in?
“I’ve managed to secure a contract for you, for the short-term future. A roundtrip between 3 locations, though the end of the roundtrip is Venlil Prime. I know you have an aversion to that place, but still, it pays very well.”
“That’s great news! What will we be transporting?”
“Titanium, steel and aluminium sheets and profiles, processed lithium and a myriad of other metals in smaller quantities. The full container amount will be loaded, each to their full capacity here, on every round. At the next stop we will be loading food, machinery and building materials.”
“What’s the fee?
“A nice round 40 million credits for a single round.” Ni!ita said, like it wasn’t a fortune in and of itself.
“Ok, this is too nice to be true. What is the catch? What is the third stop, Wriss?” I asked jokingly.
“No. It’s a planet called Earth.”

Hello all,
I'm losing my mind. Essentially, I have probably around 1-2k photos seemingly disappeared into thin air.
It started around 6-7 years ago (bear with me here) when I started noticing photos disapearing from my library. I share an apple account with my family, so I asked my dad what was going on as he was and is the owner and controller etc of the account. I don't remember exactly what he said, but it was along the lines of "there's not enough space on your phone, so I'm storing them in the cloud instead". (Note that I was ~12-13 years old at the time)
Okay, cool. That's fine, I thought. As long as I can look at them later through the cloud or whatever. (I think you can see where this is going). Today, whimsically, I decided I wanted to look at these photos. Now, a serious amount of these photos have disappeared. I'm talking entire vacations, gone. School memories, entire years simply not viewable on my iphone. And when I log onto the icloud website - nothing. It shows me the exact same photos that are on my phone. No vacations, no memories, nothing. From a two week trip to China where I palpably remember taking an extreme amount of photos, a single photo remains. From the entire year of 2017, 20 photos.
My dad says that he hasn't touched anything, and I believe that whatever this is started as I said above, with a storage issue etc. I concede that I have no idea how IOS, icloud or any apple product really work beyond what I use on my iphone. However, my dad also says he has zero idea. The apple support forums are INSANELY useless and stupidly hard to navigate (again maybe chalk this up to inexperience, but still), so I have found no help there.
To make matters worse, my dad recently did something where all of HIS photos (from his iphone) are now also on MY phone, making it ridiculously hard to navigate through my own photos to figure out what's there and what's not. If there is also a way to undo this please let me know.
The most infuriating part is that this is contained entirely to my phone. My sister's and my mum's phones both have all their photos going back 14 years, apparently stored locally.
I'm seriously at a loss here. I'm about as tech savvy as an average young person, but the only options I could find in my admittedly hasty research were super dodgy 3rd party software sites. I am planning on going to the apple store tomorrow. I came to reddit because I know there are methods not sanctioned by apple, and I'm really clueless about IOS as I said.
It would, in the most serious way possible, change my life to get these photos back. I have literally not seen these photos since the months they were taken more than 5 years ago and they are incredibly important to me. Please if you have any idea what may have happened to them I will be as responsive as possible on this and other posts I will be making. If you need more information do not hesitate to ask (although be aware that I am not a moron, so I will not be handing out addresses / personal info etc.)
Thanks,
Person on the verge of collapse.

I've been a musician and music maker for most of my life, but I've felt increasingly isolated in my adult life to the point where I feel like my music making isn't even real. I don't have anyone to talk to and it's just not gratifying showing my friends and coworkers my work because they just don't have the same input an artist does.
Do I need to build up a brand on insta, twit, SoundCloud? Are there venues I should visit? How does this whole networking thing work for a recluse like me?

Hello! I booked a surprise holiday for myself, I had no idea where I was going before I arrived at the airport, so I have had no time to plan at all!
I’m at a cute hotel near the main street, according to my taxi driver. Now that I’ve gotten settled in, I thought I’d grab a snack and see what’s nearby, then have some dinner, and then find a grocery store on the way home where I can pick up some bulgarian snacks to try.
So, can anyone recommend what to see, where to eat and what snacks to pick up to make the first day memorable? The rest of my trip is planned out by the travel agency, so I just need to figure out today
Thanks!

Disclaimer : i am not used to story telling so the story will kinda be all over the place and i apologize in advanced!
Let me start from the beginning, for aslong as i can remember i had a crush on this guy since first week of classes. it was really awkward at the time because i was not sure about who i am just yet. that was like 8-9 months ago. For description this guy is the typical high grade glasses and very average looking, we are about the same height like 5'3 or something (never really checked) not slim but not masculine either, short black hair and black eyes i think
A description of me, i am a short guy, average-goodlooking (im bold i actually have a crush on myself lol) not slim but not muscular too (we are the same body types). short black hair and dark brown eyes.
Something about myself, i am not the most sociable guy. my mood depends on my energy so my friend often portrays me as "cold person" or "sad boy" lol i dont mind. I often give cold shoulder when my energy levels are low (something i should work on) especially when it comes to packing up and going home. That information will come handy later.
Anyways things went on and i started to befriend this guy (the awkwardness is real). it was all fine until he finally joined our friend group. ofcourse i have to act like its not a big deal (it is) i could remember that i was a little panicky lol. then he started to closely befriend my friends, they would hang out like almost everyday, this made me feel like i didnt belong anymore for the longest time but i didnt let it bother me.
For some reason he was touchy and sweet towards me (putting his head on my shoulder, finding a way to see me everytime there is a chance, i catch him looking at me and then he looks away etc etc) these signs of him was the ones that gaved me hope for the longest time while i was supressing my feelings because at the time i didnt know who i was ( i had a identity crisis). I was often giving cold shoulder to him because i was not sure whether i should continue doing what i was doing because i wasnt sure who i was until one day i settled on being bi.
Theres this one time i can remember where we got to this rooftop with our friends and him and it was like past sunset, the place was moody almost romantic illuminated by the pink skies above. we sat down by this stone walkway and just taking in the scenery. there was no words spoken between us but our friends are just cracking jokes and being silly lol. the whole time i was overthinking whether i should confess on that moment or wait for the "perfect time". then suddenly he puts his head on my shoulder again. this time it felt different, it felt right. i sadly didnt took a photo of our shadows but i did took a photo of our shadows sat together (sorry i cant show it to you guys). That was a time to remember, but a memory that would soon turn bitter.
My search for the "perfect time" came and go, i was wasting opportunities like it was tap water lol. if there was a lost opportunity for confession competition i would've won lol. All these times my mood were like roller coaster, one day im like "YEAHH LETS FRICKKING GO", then the next day i be like "i want to die, stare at you emotionless", that didnt help our relationship because i think hes interpreting it as a negative thing. These things led to our relationship slowly tearing apart (and it was never strong in the first place). there was a point where im like (i cant keep doing this i either should confess or completely move on) and i decided to confess.
I didnt wait for a perfect time, i didnt tell him personally either. i shoot him a quick text. actually its not a text its a screenshot of a text i wrote on notepad. At this point i didnt care about the outcome i wanted this to end because it was hurting me like hell. He replied the exact words:
(The day before this i didnt didnt talk to him because i thought he was ignoring me)
"Hello, i was just busy the other day. well thanks i guess i have noticed it for a while now, sorry in advanced"
at this point i was numb i didnt even feel a thing but i texted him just to make sure
"thats a no" "right?"
he dodged the question and said
"goodnight"
goodnight? what goodnight? i asked you a question and you said goodnight? i was mad for a while and i collected my self and said
"well thanks for your answer, i finally found the closure i was looking for all this time"
"goodnight"
that was the last time i have talked to him. yes we see each other in school but we have been ignoring each other since then. at first i was like okay dont talk to me its not like i care anyway, now i feel shit. its awkward being in the same friend group and hes closer to my friends now than me. i feel left out of the friend group and wondering what to do next. we are nearing graduation i feel like my time is running out but at the same time i feel like i should not do anything because he already rejected me. any thoughts?
again i apologize that the story is all over the place.

Blows my mind that the photos from 2016 were actually me. Pays to look back on how far you've gotten which I don't do nearly enough. Weight from 50kg down to 42.2kg back up 54 and now down to 44.5kg. Mental health relapse got me in a bad bulk last year so trying to cut that away and start another cycle soon. Lost some hair since the first photo but gotta take that L

I’m a guy in mid 20s with pretty curly thick hair and within the last year have finally embraced it and have gone longer rather than keeping it short to hide the curls.
My former hair stylist gave me r+co aircraft to help style it, which works unbelievably well, especially compared to other “cheap” mousses I get from the store. They feel different coming out of the bottle and hold my hair differently. But, the expensive price tag on r+co makes it hard to justify…
Are there any other cheaper alternatives that you have found that has the quality of the more expensive r+co?

So me and a player have had this fun idea that his character is cursed to always resurrect at midnight, but as a result always dies at some point during the day (a bit like a Kenny from South Park).
The dying part isn't too difficult an option as being DM I will know when the party is close to being near a long rest or midnight so I can always time a non-problematic situation where his character dies during the rest - such as slipping down some stairs, having a rat eat him in the night or choking to death on a ration. The issue we have though is that since he will always resurrect this opens up the risk of abuse, as there is no risk when doing something stupid which could cause many issues or even a TPK.
So balancing is needed. My thoughts are unclear on how best to do this though.
I was thinking maybe he could be aware that certain attacks - like radiant damage - suppress the resurrection ability so he has to be careful, or his resurrection doesn't restore body parts so beheading would be a permanent death .etc
Any ideas or obvious flaws I've overlooked would be greatly welcome.

I am a contractor, mostly electrical. I received a text message yesterday from someone who claims to have purchased a new home near where I live and work, they say have a decent amount of work to be done and will pay 70% upfront (their idea not mine) I did the estimate and the 70% came out to just under $2000. This morning they texted me explaining that they would be mailing me a check for almost $8000, and that upon receipt I would be responsible to get the money to a material supplier through wire transfer or cash deposit. I verified that the house was just purchased by checking Zillow. He has said the supplier would be the one who granted me access to the property which seems weird to me and when I asked him why he wouldn't just pay the supplier directly he said it was because the supplier doesn't accept checks (weird). Hoping it's legit because I could use the work... Any thoughts?

hi, youtube has convinced me to start using orcaslicer since i like the features it has (integrated browser tab). but i cant for the life of me figure out the right start gcode. when i start the print i have warmed it up with a heat soak, then it homes and suddenly wants the bed to be 60 degrees and wait for that to happen. while i set it up for 110 bed and 250 nozzle.
can somebody help me?
my start gcode:
M190 S[bed_temperature_initial_layer_single]
M109 S[nozzle_temperature_initial_layer]
M104 S0 ; Stops PS/SS from sending temp waits separately
M140 S0
START_PRINT EXTRUDER=[nozzle_temperature_initial_layer] BED=[bed_temperature_initial_layer_single]
My START_PRINT Macro:
[gcode_macro START_PRINT]
gcode:
BED_MESH_PROFILE LOAD=default
{% set BED_TEMP = params.BED_TEMPdefault(60)float %}
{% set EXTRUDER_TEMP = params.EXTRUDER_TEMPdefault(205)float %}
# Start bed heating (but don't wait for it)
M140 S{BED_TEMP}
# Use absolute coordinates
G90
# Reset the G-Code Z offset (adjust Z offset if needed)
SET_GCODE_OFFSET Z=0.0
# Home the printer
G28
# Move the nozzle near the bed
G1 Z5 F3000
# Move the nozzle very close to the bed
G1 Z0.15 F300
# Wait for bed to reach temperature
M190 S{BED_TEMP}
# Set and wait for nozzle to reach temperature
M109 S{EXTRUDER_TEMP}

There are a few near me. Fiancé says it’s because they have to give you cbd with it as a trade. You pay for the cbd not the THC is that correct?

So I finally won the battle at home. My wife is was a lifelong ND fan and I got her to decommit from them and join us on Rocky Top. After the 'Bama game last year she looks at me and says "we're going to a game next year."
After looking at the calendar the UGA game makes the most sense (big game and timing of it is perfect with our work schedules). Now, I need someone tell me what is the best avenue to get tickets and where to stay. I haven't been on campus on in 15 years, so I don't know what has changed.
I'm assuming that stubhub/seatgeek is the best avenue for tickets (I know they'll be expensive, that is fine) and the hotels near campus are super expensive that time of year. Is there something I'm missing? Looking for any and all relevant information.
TIA!

It was in the playground next to the football goalposts that the robot that George keeps in his front pocket said:
‘Wow, that Trisha girl is cute.’
George had never heard his robot have an opinion about anything beyond the way George treats other technology. Throwing his phone around, slamming the fridge door, screaming at his television and video games controller. George tried explaining to his robot companion - he was yet to think of a name - that technology doesn’t have feelings. Thinking about it now however, he thought he might have been a bit callous.
‘What did you say?’ George asked.
‘Trisha - she’s cute.’ The robot beamed.
Its voice was robotic but inflected with charming affection. Its face, though static, seemed to move as he spoke; the lights and inflection doing all the work.
‘Robot, why are you saying that?’
‘Why wouldn’t I?’ It raised its eyebrows metaphorically.
It was nearing the end of lunchtime and the bell would sound at any moment. George tucked in his shirt and asked the robot kindly to hide in his pocket. Drawing its arms, neck, and legs in, the robot shrunk to the size of a box of matches; and George made his way to class.
That night, sitting at his desk, George asked again.
‘Robot, why did you say what you said before?’
The robot was sitting on a roll of duct tape on George’s desk, next to various metal robot parts: half cylinders, LED eyes, a cup-shaped hand or two that wouldn’t go amiss in a lego set.
‘About Trisha?’
‘Yes. About Trisha.’
‘Well, I like the way she looks and does things.’ The robot gesticulated.
‘Right.’
George scratched his head of blonde curly hair and rested the blunt end of a pencil on his bottom lip. He designed the robot as a passive companion. A thing that was always with him wherever he went. It got pretty good at back and forth-ing ideas that George came up with.
‘George,’ it asked innocently, ‘why don’t I have a name?’
‘...’ George opened his mouth just a touch.
‘I mean, I don’t mind. But the other day I heard a man call his motorbike a name and I wondered if that could be something that you do for me?’
‘I’ll uh… think about it.’
‘Ok. Thanks.’
George noticed that his school clothes were a bit clammy after a hot day and full week of school, and so he stood up and went to get changed. The robot just sat idle, watching his human companion move around in the room. It watched as George picked up odd pieces of clothing and smelled them, before throwing them aside. The robot had zero frame of reference on bedrooms, but looking at the bedroom in front of it, it couldn’t help but think about the cleanliness of the kitchen and living room. Though, it knew exactly why George’s room was messy, without knowing why it knew.
It watched George approach dressed all in black, a hoodie and jeans, and held on to its human’s hand as it ascended onto George’s shoulder.
‘Where are we going?’ It asked.
‘Out.’

We all know about the major changes, but I'm so used to major patches only having that and some minor bug fixes that patch 1.1 has left me impressed with the other, smaller changes that Mihoyo didn't really talk about beforehand. Some of these have already been discussed in other topics (nerfing enemy effect resistance, consistent running animation when switching characters), but there are several other small tweaks that I'm loving as well.
- JY's Lightning Lord attacks now hit faster, giving a machine-gun-like effect that gives more oomph to the attack and makes LL feel more like a fast giant spearmaster and less like a clunky ogre.
- Enemies now make more noise when they get unfrozen, kind of like they're gasping for air or aching from being stuck in place for too long
- They added a slight animation right before the "Battle won" message shows up (or at least I don't recall there being that animation)
- I swear that they adjusted some of the attack volume. LL at least to me doesn't sound as loud at the very start of its animation, which makes it more audibly consistent with the music and other sound effects.
- I know this has been talked about before but it's such a great change: The enemies near the Harmony Calyx are turned around so they don't aggro you. It's such a simple solution to a major annoyance that isn't just "remove or place the enemies somewhere else".
It really shows that the devs love what they're doing. They're not just addressing issues that people have been complaining about, but going out of their way to address things that people didn't ask for simply to make the game more enjoyable. I don't see many gacha games take this level of initiative.
Has anyone found any other new or altered features introduced with this patch? I'm curious to see what else they may have changed whether mechanically or just visually.
(Also, is it me, or is Physical MC - at least Caellum - a LOT more chatty now? He talked a ton while I was doing the character trial runs, and I don't recall him talking that much. I could just be misremembering though since I mainly use Fire MC).

I just feel like I’m a loser or something for always instantly texting people back. Everyone keeps telling me they’re bad texters and they don’t reply right away but I still reply right away because I’m at SAHM and usually always near my phone plus I don’t like forgetting what I was going to say so I text it back before I forget. I don’t always have free time to be on my phone so when people text me I respond immediately but they never return that same energy.
Is that not how texting is supposed go? Is it socially acceptable to just be a “bad texter” now? I feel like years ago people would text like crazy but now it takes me days or more to get a response from people and I’m wondering if I’m overthinking it and texting people too often.
I would like someone I could talk to and text often like I used to. I ended up moving from that friend and now we only talk on the phone. Nobody else like texting and will take their time to respond.
Am I just a loser with too much time on my hands? Should I also text less? I might forget then and not even be interested in the conversation anymore and that has happened to me as well.

https://imgur.com/a/tYpFnhZ
This is somewhat painful and just showed up after I woke up last night to go to work.
It's not painful when eating but when I touch my face it hurts.
It's stressing me out that I might need another root canal when I'm already scheduling one at the moment for a different tooth.
Does this look like an abscess? When I had another one it was near the root of my tooth and this looks like it's right next to the tooth so I'm unsure.

ripped ones head off from his body. Before anyone could fire i threw my axe towards it and hit his body he was wounded it went inside his body kept hanging there, they fired multiple shots but the thing would not die, suddenly that beast jumped towards the chairman son and bite him, As he was in combat with that beast his gun fell on the ground and it fell near me, i took it in my arms pulled the trigger aiming right through his eyes to his head, And the bullet made a hole in its head splashed his eyes out and brain open and he fell 2 feet across that boy body, the boy was saved, and the remaining men came to see that beast body, and guess what we saw the beast was turning out to be human as if shape shifters, and slowly recognise him. It was Tarun lying down there.
Conclusion: we killed one, but that beast infected many other and guess what they are returning for their vengeance.

I matched with a girl around I think Christmas time last year, we hit it off well but as we live in different cities it petered out and eventually I stopped messaging her, I couldn't get her out of my mind so when I was next near I matched with her again and we have been texting everyday since (over two months now). She cancelled the first date as she said she needed to be drunk to meet me as she was nervous and wouldn't be able to get a lift. I went home but we continued to talk to each other and a few weeks later I travelled back to see her and we had a great first date and I thought everything was going great. We carry on talking, she's saying she would like to move in together at some point and that she was close to saying she loves me, this was last Wednesday. We had a second date arranged for this past Sunday but she cancelled the day of saying her nan was coming out of hospital and she wouldn't reply to my text, but I saw that she had been active on tinder a couple of times. I told her I saw this and it made me feel like a backup plan and now she has completely shut me off, I don't understand how in the space of a few days she can be close to saying she loves me to not talking to me at all, have I completely messed this up?