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2015.02.27 22:42 apotero Support for those with nasty, cruel, toxic, abusive MILs & moms
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2023.06.07 20:20 Tidemand Origin of sponges
As many are probably aware, there is a debate if the comb jellies or sponges were the first to branch off from the rest of the animals. For the moment it looks like comb jellies are the oldest. Which would mean that both comb jellies and other non-sponges evolved twice from a sponge like ancestor, or that sponges are secondary simplified animals.
If we assume the latter; how could sponges have evolved from more complex animals? They are obviously not the only ones. Animals that turn into specialized parasites or adapt to a simple life as sessile filter feeders lose much of their complexity. Apparently parasites like Rhombozoa have lost their nerves (and probably muscle cells), and Placozoa either never had nerves or muscles, or lost them too.
Sponges are so old that they originated in the Ediacaran period, when there were none (or extremely few) predators or animals with hard body parts. So they wouldn't have been as exposed to danger as modern animals.
The sponge ancestor could have been a simple little worm or blob like creatures covered in cilia. With very simple proto-neurons and a body with no circulation or respiration organs (which only shows up in bilateria), and possibly a mesoglea, which is a cheap way for animals to grow bigger.
The questions is how it became porous. It would have to evolve many holes in its body to get there. But we see it all over in the animal kingdom. Some comb jellies are able to grow an anus only when they need it. Lampreys have several gill openings, so does the lancelet. In herrings their swim bladder has evolved a posterior opening that is connected to their anus. Many large and long flatforms have a strongly branched gut with several anuses, Insects have a trachea system with many openings. So, evolving extra openings if required is maybe rare, but has occurred many times in different animal lineages. And animals like the worm Sabellida are also filter feeders with no gut, mouth or anus, as it lives in symbiosis with microbes. The echinoderms known as sea daisies have also lost their mouth, gut and anus. And some sponges have lost their filter feeding system.
If the sponge ancestor had a "mouth" which created a current, and later evolved an opening the water could leave from, or if they had one or several grooves on their back that later closed on top and formed a hollow tube for the water, is impossible to say. But it would have been a start. Perhaps did they also live in symbiosis with bacteria like modern sponges do. The opening then just had to branch once, twice and three times, and so on, and gradually the filter feeding part of the animal would have become the dominant, and the rest of the original anatomy would have disappeared completely with time. This simplicity has proven to be one of their strengths. The rest of the animal kingdom went in other directions.
So far no sponge larvae has been found with something that resembles neurons, but they seems to do fine without.
Is it that unthinkable that a very simple and primitive little organism in prehistoric time evolved into the ancestor of modern sponges? Comb jellies and sponges are the two oldest animal lineages that has survived, yet we know nothing about all the extinct lineages that are just as old or older.
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If we assume the latter; how could sponges have evolved from more complex animals? They are obviously not the only ones. Animals that turn into specialized parasites or adapt to a simple life as sessile filter feeders lose much of their complexity. Apparently parasites like Rhombozoa have lost their nerves (and probably muscle cells), and Placozoa either never had nerves or muscles, or lost them too.
Sponges are so old that they originated in the Ediacaran period, when there were none (or extremely few) predators or animals with hard body parts. So they wouldn't have been as exposed to danger as modern animals.
The sponge ancestor could have been a simple little worm or blob like creatures covered in cilia. With very simple proto-neurons and a body with no circulation or respiration organs (which only shows up in bilateria), and possibly a mesoglea, which is a cheap way for animals to grow bigger.
The questions is how it became porous. It would have to evolve many holes in its body to get there. But we see it all over in the animal kingdom. Some comb jellies are able to grow an anus only when they need it. Lampreys have several gill openings, so does the lancelet. In herrings their swim bladder has evolved a posterior opening that is connected to their anus. Many large and long flatforms have a strongly branched gut with several anuses, Insects have a trachea system with many openings. So, evolving extra openings if required is maybe rare, but has occurred many times in different animal lineages. And animals like the worm Sabellida are also filter feeders with no gut, mouth or anus, as it lives in symbiosis with microbes. The echinoderms known as sea daisies have also lost their mouth, gut and anus. And some sponges have lost their filter feeding system.
If the sponge ancestor had a "mouth" which created a current, and later evolved an opening the water could leave from, or if they had one or several grooves on their back that later closed on top and formed a hollow tube for the water, is impossible to say. But it would have been a start. Perhaps did they also live in symbiosis with bacteria like modern sponges do. The opening then just had to branch once, twice and three times, and so on, and gradually the filter feeding part of the animal would have become the dominant, and the rest of the original anatomy would have disappeared completely with time. This simplicity has proven to be one of their strengths. The rest of the animal kingdom went in other directions.
So far no sponge larvae has been found with something that resembles neurons, but they seems to do fine without.
Is it that unthinkable that a very simple and primitive little organism in prehistoric time evolved into the ancestor of modern sponges? Comb jellies and sponges are the two oldest animal lineages that has survived, yet we know nothing about all the extinct lineages that are just as old or older.
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 Nefandous_Jewel Duped by a third party salesman
I was accosted in Fred Meyers by a young man who talked fast and persuaded me into leaving my phone service, getting a fancy android Samsung S23 or an iPhone (13? 14?) and switching my service to AT&T. He did a lot of talking and brushed aside my every objection until it really seemed like a good thing. I told him I owed on my phone - he said At&t would pay it off. I told him I have literally no credit - he assured me this was not an obstacle. He told me a new sim chip would be sent to my home, told me the company would pay off my device and in several weeks time a new device, an S23! would arrive.
Sim chip arrived and I realized my device was not on the list of approved devices and the new phone was not on hand. I called customer service to complain and in the course of discussing my issue discovered this new account had TWO phone numbers on it. Furthermore there appeared to be no promotion supplying new accounts with a device gratis and whatever my debts were at my old phone company were my business and no one else's. I tried at that point to cancel the whole mess.
But I was told I couldn't, not without activating the new sim card. Where a chip with the second phone number went I dont know although I can guess. The next bit is a blur. Im not really sure what all was done. Phone reps told me to go to an outlet. Outlet reps told me there was nothing they could do and to call customer service. Tried at one point to google a company outlet, ended up being sent to an empty store front.
Long story short I managed to be in a non company At&t store, with an employee verifying my identity to the phone rep, who finally closed the two line account about 2 weeks after I signed up for it.
But today a phone bill for 135.00 showed up in my mailbox.
Irked.
Truly irked.
So who all do I report this bit of frauding to and how can I get out from under this ridiculous bill? I cannot afford to pay for service I never used!
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Sim chip arrived and I realized my device was not on the list of approved devices and the new phone was not on hand. I called customer service to complain and in the course of discussing my issue discovered this new account had TWO phone numbers on it. Furthermore there appeared to be no promotion supplying new accounts with a device gratis and whatever my debts were at my old phone company were my business and no one else's. I tried at that point to cancel the whole mess.
But I was told I couldn't, not without activating the new sim card. Where a chip with the second phone number went I dont know although I can guess. The next bit is a blur. Im not really sure what all was done. Phone reps told me to go to an outlet. Outlet reps told me there was nothing they could do and to call customer service. Tried at one point to google a company outlet, ended up being sent to an empty store front.
Long story short I managed to be in a non company At&t store, with an employee verifying my identity to the phone rep, who finally closed the two line account about 2 weeks after I signed up for it.
But today a phone bill for 135.00 showed up in my mailbox.
Irked.
Truly irked.
So who all do I report this bit of frauding to and how can I get out from under this ridiculous bill? I cannot afford to pay for service I never used!
2023.06.07 20:19 throwraworkmm2 My [34M] wife [32F] attacked me when I didn't give her unconditional support after she got fired.
We have been married for 8 years and have a 6 year old daughter. For the first 6 years, they have been terrific but over the past 2 years, she became more addicted to alcohol. She kept insisting she could control her drinking but it started to seep into her work life where her boss has already warned her to quit drinking.
The problem is that she drinks heavily on Sundays at her favourite bar to the point of being wasted and her friends drove her home. Her parents already had cut her off after they tried staging an intervention.
A few days ago though, she got fired after being drunk up to the point where she had to be escorted by security. When she told me what happened, I said I felt sorry for her but I did warn her against drinking.
She responded by shoving me and punching me up to the point where I had to push her off me.
How do I get her to go get help as this is ruining my relationship and even my daughter asks me when mommy is going to wake up?
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The problem is that she drinks heavily on Sundays at her favourite bar to the point of being wasted and her friends drove her home. Her parents already had cut her off after they tried staging an intervention.
A few days ago though, she got fired after being drunk up to the point where she had to be escorted by security. When she told me what happened, I said I felt sorry for her but I did warn her against drinking.
She responded by shoving me and punching me up to the point where I had to push her off me.
How do I get her to go get help as this is ruining my relationship and even my daughter asks me when mommy is going to wake up?
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 20:18 dreamingofislay Talisker and Torabhaig Distillery Visits - Recap
 | Our freewheeling tour of Scotland, and Scottish distilleries, rolls on! Today, we didn't have any tour bookings but dropped in on Talisker and Torabhaig on our way out of Skye. Notes and impressions: submitted by dreamingofislay to Scotch [link] [comments] Talisker's brand-new visitor center is a looker
So how'd the whiskies taste? Talisker Distillery Exclusive - 95 pounds, very little information on aging or cask types, but who cares when it's good whisky. This one reminded me of Lagavulin 8, especially in its toasty finish. Great mix of rich, heavy notes with some citrus fruit and warm, dry peat. Talisker Wilder Seas - I love the story of this cognac-finished whisky, which came out within the last few weeks, more than the juice. This bottle stems from a partnership with an ocean conservation group, and 3 pounds from every bottle purchase goes to that charity. The bottle's made of recycled glass and is Talisker's most eco-friendly. It has a chemical/medicinal edge and a slight artificial fruit sweetness. Talisker 8 y.o. 2020 annual release - A rum-finished, youthful, cask-strength Talisker, and a fun dram! Scents of vegetal seaweed, much like you'll find right outside the distillery doorstep, but the palate is punchy and mixes sweet and a surprising spicy edge, which my wife described as jalapeno. Talisker 11 y.o. 2022 annual release - This dram didn't taste like Talisker to me. The peat is so faint, and the simple ex-bourbon finish somehow didn't highlight the distillery character, instead giving it a really middle-of-the-road, Highland-whisky style profile. Quite oaky and vanilla-laden. Strange dram. Not bad, just odd for a Talisker. Torabhaig Allt Gleann - Enjoyed this young starting point for this distillery a lot, although I wonder how it stands out from what else is on the shelf. It's a moderately peated whisky that features the common combination of sweet (vanilla, honey, citrus fruits) and peat (slightly maritime/coastal, vegetal, not as smoky). Reminds me a lot of Kilchoman, and closer to that profile than to Talisker. |
2023.06.07 20:18 self-awarepigeon Being called childish by neurotypicals sucks
What is wrong with neurotypicals and being mean about someone's personality or how they choose to express themselves? Why can 6 yr old little boys have meltdowns and texture issues, but if you hit number 18 you should just get over everything.
My mom bought some small toys/candy for my nieces that she could give them for completing a walking event from their school. And she said I could pick out anything I liked (newsflash- she didn't mean that), so I saw tiny yu-gi-oh figurines in a packet and immediately went for them. But then she said that she picked them out for this one niece (who's also autistic), and I told her how she won't like it cause she prefers girlier stuff and I told her some examples of anime my niece did enjoy.
Then she accuses me of all shorts of things as neurotypicals always do (cause there always has to be an underlying reason right?/rhet). And I get a meltdown over it cause she said I could pick anything I liked, but was discouraged when I did so, and she made me feel like I was doing something wrong. She proceeds to say I'm behaving like a child and that I should act my age, because I was "yelling like a 12 year old". Why is it that we can only express ourselves in a way it's socially acceptable. "Act your age, stop being so dramatic, you're fine, stop stimming you're too grown for that", etc. I hate that I feel like an outcast being autistic, and people like my mom just makes me feel even more alienized.
I needed to rant, and I know this is a safe space. I feel sympathy for anyone who had the word "childish" thrown at them.
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My mom bought some small toys/candy for my nieces that she could give them for completing a walking event from their school. And she said I could pick out anything I liked (newsflash- she didn't mean that), so I saw tiny yu-gi-oh figurines in a packet and immediately went for them. But then she said that she picked them out for this one niece (who's also autistic), and I told her how she won't like it cause she prefers girlier stuff and I told her some examples of anime my niece did enjoy.
Then she accuses me of all shorts of things as neurotypicals always do (cause there always has to be an underlying reason right?/rhet). And I get a meltdown over it cause she said I could pick anything I liked, but was discouraged when I did so, and she made me feel like I was doing something wrong. She proceeds to say I'm behaving like a child and that I should act my age, because I was "yelling like a 12 year old". Why is it that we can only express ourselves in a way it's socially acceptable. "Act your age, stop being so dramatic, you're fine, stop stimming you're too grown for that", etc. I hate that I feel like an outcast being autistic, and people like my mom just makes me feel even more alienized.
I needed to rant, and I know this is a safe space. I feel sympathy for anyone who had the word "childish" thrown at them.
2023.06.07 20:18 DryAttention4511 Bf of 3.5 years left me because he saw himself with someone else
Ex bf (M23) broke up with me (F21) about a week and a half ago because he "saw himself with someone else." To preface, this relationship has been rocky from the start, but it was our deep love for each other that kept the relationship (somewhat) together. The reason for the relationship being so rocky was due to the fact that he was in the military up until 2 months ago. His contract with the military was up 2 months ago, and we both had agreed for years that this would be the solution to our problems. We dated on and off for about 3 years long distance, which created a lot of complications on top of him having tons of childhood trauma and me also having my own issues with anxiety and an anxious attachment style. He was very toxic during certain parts of our relationship and he hurt me many times. He would always come back though and profess his love for me after something happened.
Whenever he took a leave and was able to come home during his time in the military our relationship was absolutely perfect and all those issues we had in long distance were gone. Thats why when he finally got out of the service we both were so excited and thought that everything would be amazing. The thing is, it honestly was very amazing. 2 months in one day he just told me he started to see himself with someone else because we didn't share that many hobbies together. We knew that already though, and it wasn't a deal breaker before.
I knew that I should have not gotten back together with him so many times and I should have saw the on and off ness as a sign that it was never going to workout, but he just knew all the right words to say every time he came back and he would come onto me so strongly (almost like love bombing). I genuinely tried so many times to get away from this guy but he was persistent in staying in my life. He gets out of the military and now he doesn't want me though???? What is that BS!!! None of it makes sense.
He is the first guy I have ever dated seriously and loved so it was just so hard for me to leave because I was so attached. He had so many good qualities that I thought outweighed the bad, and I was just blinded by love. I truly did think that our love was so deep and strong, but now that he left me for good after getting out of the military (which makes me think he used me just for company when he was in it) I just think that he never truly loved me the way I thought he did. The thing is though, he would make it seem so deep! It wasn't just me overlooking things all the time. This is what leads me to believe he's manipulative... but I just don't know. I question myself so much because this is my first relationship.
It's been a week and half and although I have a long healing journey to go since it was such a long relationship, I am not crying all the time anymore and I am feeling better. The only thing I'm left with when I think about this relationship though is how does someone seem genuinely so in love with you for YEARS and the feeling leaves within 2 months? I just don't understand. Like practically, my brain doesn't get it. And it bothers me because it makes it hard to process the relationship properly because none of it makes sense. I know there's the saying of "you never get closure" but I feel like my situation is different because I genuinely have no answers. I remember he used to tell me "if anything ever happened like a world apocalypse or something I would go straight to you." How does someone feel that way genuinely and then decide one day randomly that you just aren't the one for them??? It makes no sense.
It makes me think he's just a dumb 23 year old guy who wants to throw away something good with someone for the freedom of dating around in his 20's. Well guess what, he could have realized that the countless times I tried to get away from him back during long distance, but no he realizes it now after he's wasted 3.5 years of my life. I just need answers as to how someone loves you so much for years but then changes their mind in such a short period of time. What does that mean? It just doesn't make any sense...
Also if anyone is worried I am still in contact with him I blocked him on all social media and his phone number. I have no interest in ever contacting him again because I want to move on from this whole mess but it's just so hard to process the break up when I have so many unanswered questions that he couldn't give me. All he could say was "I'm sorry."
Also one more thing, all of my friends and family didn't really like him for all the stuff he put me through, so he also said he wanted a clean slate since he messed up so bad, although that excuse still doesn't make sense to me because he could have figured that one out ages ago too, lol. If anyone can help me process this or has any words of wisdom I would SO appreciate it. tl;dr
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Whenever he took a leave and was able to come home during his time in the military our relationship was absolutely perfect and all those issues we had in long distance were gone. Thats why when he finally got out of the service we both were so excited and thought that everything would be amazing. The thing is, it honestly was very amazing. 2 months in one day he just told me he started to see himself with someone else because we didn't share that many hobbies together. We knew that already though, and it wasn't a deal breaker before.
I knew that I should have not gotten back together with him so many times and I should have saw the on and off ness as a sign that it was never going to workout, but he just knew all the right words to say every time he came back and he would come onto me so strongly (almost like love bombing). I genuinely tried so many times to get away from this guy but he was persistent in staying in my life. He gets out of the military and now he doesn't want me though???? What is that BS!!! None of it makes sense.
He is the first guy I have ever dated seriously and loved so it was just so hard for me to leave because I was so attached. He had so many good qualities that I thought outweighed the bad, and I was just blinded by love. I truly did think that our love was so deep and strong, but now that he left me for good after getting out of the military (which makes me think he used me just for company when he was in it) I just think that he never truly loved me the way I thought he did. The thing is though, he would make it seem so deep! It wasn't just me overlooking things all the time. This is what leads me to believe he's manipulative... but I just don't know. I question myself so much because this is my first relationship.
It's been a week and half and although I have a long healing journey to go since it was such a long relationship, I am not crying all the time anymore and I am feeling better. The only thing I'm left with when I think about this relationship though is how does someone seem genuinely so in love with you for YEARS and the feeling leaves within 2 months? I just don't understand. Like practically, my brain doesn't get it. And it bothers me because it makes it hard to process the relationship properly because none of it makes sense. I know there's the saying of "you never get closure" but I feel like my situation is different because I genuinely have no answers. I remember he used to tell me "if anything ever happened like a world apocalypse or something I would go straight to you." How does someone feel that way genuinely and then decide one day randomly that you just aren't the one for them??? It makes no sense.
It makes me think he's just a dumb 23 year old guy who wants to throw away something good with someone for the freedom of dating around in his 20's. Well guess what, he could have realized that the countless times I tried to get away from him back during long distance, but no he realizes it now after he's wasted 3.5 years of my life. I just need answers as to how someone loves you so much for years but then changes their mind in such a short period of time. What does that mean? It just doesn't make any sense...
Also if anyone is worried I am still in contact with him I blocked him on all social media and his phone number. I have no interest in ever contacting him again because I want to move on from this whole mess but it's just so hard to process the break up when I have so many unanswered questions that he couldn't give me. All he could say was "I'm sorry."
Also one more thing, all of my friends and family didn't really like him for all the stuff he put me through, so he also said he wanted a clean slate since he messed up so bad, although that excuse still doesn't make sense to me because he could have figured that one out ages ago too, lol. If anyone can help me process this or has any words of wisdom I would SO appreciate it. tl;dr
2023.06.07 20:18 Magolli [PC][NA] NBK Is Looking for Warzone 2 and DMZ Players!
Natural Born Killers is an exclusive, friendly, and active community of Warzone and DMZ players that keep you engaged and active, so you don't have to jump from discord server to discord server to find people to play with. We are most active in the afternoons and evenings throughout the week and on weekends running 2 to 4+ squads daily. We also play other games like Apex Legends, BF2042, Destiny 2, Minecraft, and Diablo 4.
Our player base ranges from casuals to sweats, and you can group up with people that match your playstyle for a better Warzone experience. Our mature community averages 26 years old, and most have full-time jobs and families. However, we dedicate a reasonable amount of time to gaming every day.
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Our player base ranges from casuals to sweats, and you can group up with people that match your playstyle for a better Warzone experience. Our mature community averages 26 years old, and most have full-time jobs and families. However, we dedicate a reasonable amount of time to gaming every day.
About Our Community
- Nuke Verified Role
- Monthly Gaming Nights
- Giveaways (Gift Cards, Merchandise, etc.)
- Level 3 Boost Discord Server
- StreameContent Creator Support
- Fun & Safe Environment
About You
- Be 21+ Years Old
- Have a good working microphone
- Be on PC, XBOX, or PS and in the North American Region
- Use Discord for Clan and Voice Communication
- Wants to participate in the community
How to join?
Click on our Discord link to join NBK today! https://discord.gg/nbkclan
You can learn more about our community at https://nbkclan.gg
2023.06.07 20:18 5_ELEVEN_ Struggling with maybe being/accepting I am Gender-fluid
22 AFAB, I am having a hard time accepting i may be feminine/a woman/not transmasc or a trans man.
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my fear in accepting femininity or being a woman as part of my identity is mainly rooted a lot in my fear of losing my masculinity/learning i was wrong and that i am not or don’t want to be masculine anymore. As a kid i was a HUGE tomboy and even wanted to be a guy, i loved that about me. Around when i started puberty (16) i started to change and value male attention and looking like “other girls” more and presented more feminine (sometimes hyper-feminizing myself). Around the time (halfway through undergrad) i accepted I liked women i started to lean back into presenting masculine. I was nice to express myself that way because even when presenting feminine i was still very interested in mens fashion and had always been more interested in men’s fashion then women’s fashion. I would consume media about mens fashion and somewhat keep up with trends even though i wasn’t buying or wearing a lot of men’s clothes. When i started presenting masculine again i wore clothes and underwear from the men’s section, started binding, cut hair short (even buzzed it a few months ago), had a male name picked out, was the main character in my daydreams because i was masculine (never really daydreamed with woman as main character so i would just pretend i was spiderman or other male characters. my ex boyfriend was even the main character in my daydreams and i was basically using him as my “avatar” when i daydreamed while we were dating. When i was more feminine i used to try to daydream with myself as the main character but i could never get as immersed. I would usually just focus more on whoever my male “love interest” was), etc. It was so great at first and i felt more authentic and confident than i ever had since i was a kid. I loved feeling like i was getting back to the “old me” like who i was when i was much more carefree about what others thought about me and comfortable in my own skin. But eventually thoughts of wanting to/ wanting to be able to present like a hot feminine woman came creeping back in within the past year (2022-2023) and making me unable to fully enjoy being masculine because these thoughts are usually swirling around in the back of my mind. For example i could love how masculine i look in the mirror when i pick out an outfit i’ve been excited to wear and think i look great, but then i’ll get the thought “you could never be/be seen as a desirable hot woman right now… no guy would find you desirable/attractive (even though i am definitely more into women)” and it can ruin the enjoyment i just had with how cool i felt. Thoughts like that pull me out of the moment and my enjoyment of my presentation. Presenting feminine (and by that i mean more of like a feminine woman) feels less genuine and authentic. because of these feminine thoughts I’m now insecure about my short hair and feel the impulse that i need to grow it out long, even though i love how masculine it looks for presenting masc and love how it shows off my face (my hair long grows forward and no matter what i do falls in my face). Even my Mom, who is more traditional, says my short hair flatters me more… and she’s definitely still looking at me like her daughter when she says that. In high school and early college (in the closet) i started to feel insecure about my looks and body as i didn’t feel as pretty/womanly looking as other girls and didn’t get really any attention from guys. When i present like a feminine woman i am insecure about my more androgynous figure and lack of curves, even though my masculine side absolutely loves that because I look more masculine and the want of curves i think are only because i want to be a “hotter” woman. I love binding and it makes my masculine outfits look/feel better, but i heard they can make your breasts sag after binding for a long time and the feminine thoughts are like “that would make you a less attractive woman.” Masculine me is actively going to the gym to get bigger muscles while feminine me is having thoughts like “muscles will make you less attractive,” but honestly despite those dumb thoughts i’m still going to the gym lol. It’s nice because that’s the one area where i feel like i’m “fighting back” against my bully of a fem voice in my head. I am afraid though that i am just bias because i want these feminine thoughts/urges to go away and wish i could be only masculine or even transmasc or a trans man. I’m afraid that these feminine thoughts/urges are a sign that i overcorrected and went “too masculine.” I’m afraid that this means i’m wrong about being masculine and that it’s not something that I want/am. I’m afraid i’ll never fully enjoy presenting masculine again or that eventually I will stop wanting to. Even though femininity feels more like a costume i want to put on for attention and to feel like a hot woman, i do have to admit when i present feminine and do feel like a hot woman it does feel good i guess. I can’t help but have feelings like this and then remember (the limited) times i felt good (and not insecure) with long hair and in feminine clothes, or the times i had crushes/interactions with guys (in what what my brain deems a womanly way) and then think “well that means you’re a woman.” It’s like my thoughts are telling me i want so many different things (that contradict each other) at once (mainly presentation and physical aspects wise) and it’s making my head spin. It’s hard for me to be confident in saying anything for certain (thank you ocd), but i really think there is a good chance if i was amab i wouldn’t be gender-fluid and wouldn’t feel the need/want to present as a “hot feminine woman.”
2023.06.07 20:18 Ashwind45 Why 2000-2004 Belongs To The Millennial Generation
Introduction:
Before I start my reasonings I want to make it clear that I aim to remain as objective as possible while giving reasons why I think the way I do. This post took me a lot of time and effort to make and I politely ask that you treat it with respect, even if you disagree. My goal is to ultimately explain why I think the Millennial Generation was done dirty.
Note that this is the updated version of the previous post I made on the matter.
"Say hello to the generation of kids coming after Millennials—we call them the Homeland Generation. But you may have heard them called by other names: “Generation Z,” “Plurals,” “iGeneration,” or even “Founders” (thanks to MTV). How old are they? Opinions differ on that as well. Some say that the oldest of this generation are already hitting their late teens. We disagree, because that would cut Millennials short. History shows that every generation ends up around 20 to 22 years long".
And just like generations, the Cusp Years can also vary depending on different viewpoints and such. But generally speaking the Millennial/Gen Z cusp years starts in the mid-late 1990s and ends in the early 2000s.
While using memory to define cohorts isn’t the best practice in my opinion, 2005 is a realistic start year for the Homeland Generation as the people born that year wouldn’t recall anything before the 2008 Recession. Which some people still haven’t recovered from.
And Gen Xers moved into midlife right as the post Millennial generation started to be born and are still in midlife as this post Millennial generation continues to be born roughly (into the mid to late 2020s).
Also, in the Gen X generation, there is the old school half (first) and the Nintendo half (second), so this technological environment can make a difference in their experiences but it doesn't change the generation to which they belong.
I personally never see anyone point out the massive differences between early and late Gen Xers, but when it comes to the inclusion of the early 2000s in the Millennial Generation "it’s a bridge too far" apparently.
Anyways. This is without a doubt going to be the most controversial part of the post. But Generation Z isn’t actually a real generation, the length of the gen, the labeling coming from pop culture, it’s all arbitrary.
What the public makes of a generation, Does NOT in any way shape or form speak to the actual generational experiences or life paths. And "Gen Z" is the way it is, mostly because of pop culture etc, not life experiences.
No matter how much research goes into something like generational cohorts, no matter how many proven statistics or articles etc are shown. In the end it’s still misinformation if what’s being presented isn’t historically correct.
I highly recommend watching this YouTube video from Generations Work for more details. It really goes into depth with the problems of the commonly used definitions for generations https://youtu.be/L0qwdt4lyT0
Generations Work Perfectly Summed up The Truth About Gen Z With This Comment:
"yes, gens can be "fuzzy" on the cusps, but seriously, i mean, if "the public" is going to LOP OFF 8 years that once belonged to Millennials, then every and all article, white paper, stat etc that talks about Millennials' SIZE and predominance as a generation, needs to be readjusted. BOTH CAN'T BE TRUE. Millennials can be this mega, dominate-the-workforce by 2025 etc generation and have 8 years chopped off and given to Gen Z because marketers and others wanted to call it a new gen.
A similar but less-celebrated thing happened to the end of GenX years with the newly minted non-generation of GenY. It was so vague in its definition (they mostly meant last 7 years of Xer and first handful of years of Millennials), but eventually - - and on wikipedia and other "sources" - Gen Y is now an equivalent of Millennial."
Someone born in 1901 would be 40 years old while someone born in 1923 would be 18, and even with the massive age difference they still fought and later won the same war, which is what crowned them the GREATEST GENERATION.
If you can believe Pew Research on their belief that the Greatest Generation began 1901-1927 then you can believe (S&H) on their belief that Millennials began 1982-2004.
My Thoughts:
I personally prefer using the JCHS Millennial definition, as I think the early 80s being included in the Millennial Generation is a stretch, the early 80s has too many traits and characteristics similar to that of Gen X.
But anyways I felt like I had to make this post as I’m sick and tired of people saying the real Millennials range is "1981-1996"
Which are actually dates the PEW Research got wrong as nothing significant enough happened in 1996 to warrant a generational change. Nothing happened that would define the next generation.
A lot of people point to "9/11" to try to justify the 1996 end date but they fail to realize it doesn’t work like that. 9/11 was admittedly a big deal in the US and may have changed a few things even outside of the US, but for the rest of the world 9/11 was just a tragedy, not this "world changing disaster that marked a new beginning and defined the next generation" that many would tell you.
Many others try to justify the 1996 end date by saying they were "the last to come of age around the turn of the millennium", but once again they fail to realize that 1996 borns came of age in 2014, now if the turn of the millennium was around the year 2000, then how in the world is 2014 even remotely close to ‘the turn’? (It’s not).
Conclusion:
To clarify. I don’t have any disrespect towards those who are Gen Z at core, I just want to make it clear why the early 2000s actually do belong to the Millennial Generation.
Credits to Generations Work for making a lot of what I had to say possible.
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Before I start my reasonings I want to make it clear that I aim to remain as objective as possible while giving reasons why I think the way I do. This post took me a lot of time and effort to make and I politely ask that you treat it with respect, even if you disagree. My goal is to ultimately explain why I think the Millennial Generation was done dirty.
Note that this is the updated version of the previous post I made on the matter.
- Millennials and The Homeland Generation:
"Say hello to the generation of kids coming after Millennials—we call them the Homeland Generation. But you may have heard them called by other names: “Generation Z,” “Plurals,” “iGeneration,” or even “Founders” (thanks to MTV). How old are they? Opinions differ on that as well. Some say that the oldest of this generation are already hitting their late teens. We disagree, because that would cut Millennials short. History shows that every generation ends up around 20 to 22 years long".
- The Cusp Years and The 2008 Recession:
And just like generations, the Cusp Years can also vary depending on different viewpoints and such. But generally speaking the Millennial/Gen Z cusp years starts in the mid-late 1990s and ends in the early 2000s.
While using memory to define cohorts isn’t the best practice in my opinion, 2005 is a realistic start year for the Homeland Generation as the people born that year wouldn’t recall anything before the 2008 Recession. Which some people still haven’t recovered from.
- Technological Context:
And Gen Xers moved into midlife right as the post Millennial generation started to be born and are still in midlife as this post Millennial generation continues to be born roughly (into the mid to late 2020s).
Also, in the Gen X generation, there is the old school half (first) and the Nintendo half (second), so this technological environment can make a difference in their experiences but it doesn't change the generation to which they belong.
I personally never see anyone point out the massive differences between early and late Gen Xers, but when it comes to the inclusion of the early 2000s in the Millennial Generation "it’s a bridge too far" apparently.
- The TRUTH About "Gen Z":
Anyways. This is without a doubt going to be the most controversial part of the post. But Generation Z isn’t actually a real generation, the length of the gen, the labeling coming from pop culture, it’s all arbitrary.
What the public makes of a generation, Does NOT in any way shape or form speak to the actual generational experiences or life paths. And "Gen Z" is the way it is, mostly because of pop culture etc, not life experiences.
No matter how much research goes into something like generational cohorts, no matter how many proven statistics or articles etc are shown. In the end it’s still misinformation if what’s being presented isn’t historically correct.
I highly recommend watching this YouTube video from Generations Work for more details. It really goes into depth with the problems of the commonly used definitions for generations https://youtu.be/L0qwdt4lyT0
Generations Work Perfectly Summed up The Truth About Gen Z With This Comment:
"yes, gens can be "fuzzy" on the cusps, but seriously, i mean, if "the public" is going to LOP OFF 8 years that once belonged to Millennials, then every and all article, white paper, stat etc that talks about Millennials' SIZE and predominance as a generation, needs to be readjusted. BOTH CAN'T BE TRUE. Millennials can be this mega, dominate-the-workforce by 2025 etc generation and have 8 years chopped off and given to Gen Z because marketers and others wanted to call it a new gen.
A similar but less-celebrated thing happened to the end of GenX years with the newly minted non-generation of GenY. It was so vague in its definition (they mostly meant last 7 years of Xer and first handful of years of Millennials), but eventually - - and on wikipedia and other "sources" - Gen Y is now an equivalent of Millennial."
- WW2 Example:
Someone born in 1901 would be 40 years old while someone born in 1923 would be 18, and even with the massive age difference they still fought and later won the same war, which is what crowned them the GREATEST GENERATION.
If you can believe Pew Research on their belief that the Greatest Generation began 1901-1927 then you can believe (S&H) on their belief that Millennials began 1982-2004.
My Thoughts:
I personally prefer using the JCHS Millennial definition, as I think the early 80s being included in the Millennial Generation is a stretch, the early 80s has too many traits and characteristics similar to that of Gen X.
But anyways I felt like I had to make this post as I’m sick and tired of people saying the real Millennials range is "1981-1996"
Which are actually dates the PEW Research got wrong as nothing significant enough happened in 1996 to warrant a generational change. Nothing happened that would define the next generation.
A lot of people point to "9/11" to try to justify the 1996 end date but they fail to realize it doesn’t work like that. 9/11 was admittedly a big deal in the US and may have changed a few things even outside of the US, but for the rest of the world 9/11 was just a tragedy, not this "world changing disaster that marked a new beginning and defined the next generation" that many would tell you.
Many others try to justify the 1996 end date by saying they were "the last to come of age around the turn of the millennium", but once again they fail to realize that 1996 borns came of age in 2014, now if the turn of the millennium was around the year 2000, then how in the world is 2014 even remotely close to ‘the turn’? (It’s not).
Conclusion:
To clarify. I don’t have any disrespect towards those who are Gen Z at core, I just want to make it clear why the early 2000s actually do belong to the Millennial Generation.
Credits to Generations Work for making a lot of what I had to say possible.
2023.06.07 20:17 ArsenicNomad Should I stay or Should I go?
I've never posted on reddit so lets see how it goes.
For context, I'm 22F living with my mom who's around 55 years old. She's currently legally blind after a really bad case of Covid-19 in 2021. My stepfather currently lives in the US, working a job there to sustain himself. We don't live in the US cause my mom doesn't feel comfortable going to a place where she can't speak the language and won't be able to find a job. My moms been independent since the age of 17, a business woman through and through.
I use to live in the US with some family but moved back to our country to take care of my mom since my step father had to move to the US for work and someone needs to be there for her. I worked with my mom in her company for about a year, but now as clients see our situation they've stopped giving us much work. A few months back I started working elsewhere thanks to a family friend from my dads side who gave me a great job offer, discussed it with my mom since she had to plan for my absence since she has to now employ someone to help her with what I use to do. She's managed to keep the company going despite me now only being able to work with her after my usual work or weekends. Its a event production company so that's why there some odd weekend hours.
Anyway, we had to sell the house we live in due to slow down in business and even with my new job and the family business we don't make enough to cover expenses. We have an old vacation home we got for a small airbnb venture we started a few years back. She wants to move there since with the sell of the house we can pay off the loan of that other house and live comfortably. The only thing is that its 2 and a half hours away from the city we live in.
After moving here to take care of her I made new friends, a community, got into a new sport, restarted some almost forgotten friendship and started a relationship with a wonderful person. I don't know if I'm ready to move away again. I feel as if I'd loose everything I built again to go and take care of my mom. But she's blind and moving into a small town with three dogs and is going to try to continue working there.
I'd be leaving my new job, my relationship, my friends, some family that I have here to go to a town and restart. The only other option I have is to rent an apartment with at least 2 other room mates to be able to afford living in the city, money would be very tight. Which I could definitely do but my mom is also the closest person I have in this city. I came back to this country for her when she needed me. I'm torn. My relationship is fairly new as well, around 6 to 7 months but I've never done long (or would it be medium?) distance before and we're both very physical touch people. I've also never lived alone in a city. I could venture now, I know I'd be very lonely but would leaving be lonelier? I honestly don't know what to do, cause I have a sense of duty to my mother to take care of her and not leave a blind woman alone in an unfamiliar place but I also I just don't want to go back to the start like I did two years ago, when I first moved back when It felt like I lost all my connections.
I guess I just need another viewpoint on the situation. Maybe I'm being selfish wanting to stay since I wouldn't have to once again be the primary caretaker for my mom. Maybe I should view the move as a new adventure and go for it. Maybe I could get my mom settled and move to the city again, but If I left to get her settled I'd pretty much loose my current job. Idk.
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For context, I'm 22F living with my mom who's around 55 years old. She's currently legally blind after a really bad case of Covid-19 in 2021. My stepfather currently lives in the US, working a job there to sustain himself. We don't live in the US cause my mom doesn't feel comfortable going to a place where she can't speak the language and won't be able to find a job. My moms been independent since the age of 17, a business woman through and through.
I use to live in the US with some family but moved back to our country to take care of my mom since my step father had to move to the US for work and someone needs to be there for her. I worked with my mom in her company for about a year, but now as clients see our situation they've stopped giving us much work. A few months back I started working elsewhere thanks to a family friend from my dads side who gave me a great job offer, discussed it with my mom since she had to plan for my absence since she has to now employ someone to help her with what I use to do. She's managed to keep the company going despite me now only being able to work with her after my usual work or weekends. Its a event production company so that's why there some odd weekend hours.
Anyway, we had to sell the house we live in due to slow down in business and even with my new job and the family business we don't make enough to cover expenses. We have an old vacation home we got for a small airbnb venture we started a few years back. She wants to move there since with the sell of the house we can pay off the loan of that other house and live comfortably. The only thing is that its 2 and a half hours away from the city we live in.
After moving here to take care of her I made new friends, a community, got into a new sport, restarted some almost forgotten friendship and started a relationship with a wonderful person. I don't know if I'm ready to move away again. I feel as if I'd loose everything I built again to go and take care of my mom. But she's blind and moving into a small town with three dogs and is going to try to continue working there.
I'd be leaving my new job, my relationship, my friends, some family that I have here to go to a town and restart. The only other option I have is to rent an apartment with at least 2 other room mates to be able to afford living in the city, money would be very tight. Which I could definitely do but my mom is also the closest person I have in this city. I came back to this country for her when she needed me. I'm torn. My relationship is fairly new as well, around 6 to 7 months but I've never done long (or would it be medium?) distance before and we're both very physical touch people. I've also never lived alone in a city. I could venture now, I know I'd be very lonely but would leaving be lonelier? I honestly don't know what to do, cause I have a sense of duty to my mother to take care of her and not leave a blind woman alone in an unfamiliar place but I also I just don't want to go back to the start like I did two years ago, when I first moved back when It felt like I lost all my connections.
I guess I just need another viewpoint on the situation. Maybe I'm being selfish wanting to stay since I wouldn't have to once again be the primary caretaker for my mom. Maybe I should view the move as a new adventure and go for it. Maybe I could get my mom settled and move to the city again, but If I left to get her settled I'd pretty much loose my current job. Idk.
2023.06.07 20:17 lolmyass233333 How do I start?
Hi, so I’ve been trying to lose weight for such a long time since I’ve been obese my whole life, and I don’t really know where to start.
I would like to know everything, how much water a day, what kind of diet should I do, any workout plans (if cardio or weight lifting or both) and also I’ve heard about intermittent fasting? And I would like to try to do that, since I’ve heard it’s effective. Is it a good idea? And is it possible to lose like 1kg a week?
Some info about me, I am male 22 years old, 112kg in weight and 180cm height, I already lost 23kg (I was 135kg before), but I did it by mostly starving myself for sometime, and had an ED because of that. So I would like to do it in a healthy way this time. Thank you so much for all your advices!
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I would like to know everything, how much water a day, what kind of diet should I do, any workout plans (if cardio or weight lifting or both) and also I’ve heard about intermittent fasting? And I would like to try to do that, since I’ve heard it’s effective. Is it a good idea? And is it possible to lose like 1kg a week?
Some info about me, I am male 22 years old, 112kg in weight and 180cm height, I already lost 23kg (I was 135kg before), but I did it by mostly starving myself for sometime, and had an ED because of that. So I would like to do it in a healthy way this time. Thank you so much for all your advices!
2023.06.07 20:17 user778979 Am i getting growing pains?
Im a 18.5 year old who recently started getting pains in my muscles and joints. Most common pains are in my finger joints, elbows, and legs. Ive also had pains in my knees and shins. Whats confusing me is that ive already gone through puberty, and look my age or even older. So has anyone ever gotten growing pains or a growth spurt after they hit puberty? Also, how long do these growing pains last?
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2023.06.07 20:16 royalmusicman [Cartier Tank Must] Yesterday I made an impulse decision to buy one of my favourite watches. How do you think this fits my wrist?
![[Cartier Tank Must] Yesterday I made an impulse decision to buy one of my favourite watches. How do you think this fits my wrist?](https://preview.redd.it/575moahr0n4b1.jpg?width=640&crop=smart&auto=webp&s=b8cfb4e4df2ca58f5a8aecb711b7ed886d2f94e0 "[Cartier Tank Must] Yesterday I made an impulse decision to buy one of my favourite watches. How do you think this fits my wrist?") | I wanted to share my story of how I recently made an impulsive decision to buy a second hand cartier. This Cartier design has always been one of my favourites and yesterday I just found a deal for 2200 USD for a practically new watch. It just happened so fast. I actually wanted to wait longer but I think I could not say no to this price, or what do you think? This is the LM version and I think the quartz movement is quite practical. submitted by royalmusicman to Watches [link] [comments] Also I rarely see anyone wear a Cartier Tank (in switzerland) or do you guys spot it more often? As a 20 year-old I think this watch does suit me pretty well because of the timeless design. I am just very much in love with the elegance of this timepiece. |
2023.06.07 20:16 EngineerBig1851 Runway text2video and VFX industry.
Old news, but runway gen2 is fckin amazing, especially compared to text2video we had before. If they continue at the same pase - they might not hit diminishing returns before we get almost photorealistic clips...
Question is: To what extent and how fast do you think this conceptually new approach will replace traditional 3d VFX industry?
Big problem is that, compared to art, 3d is super obscure. No thousands years of history, very few notable people, no notable pieces, shallow crediting when it comes to commercial products, no mainstream "high culture", only available digitally, individual pieces viewed as disposable, not so long ago disrespected by artists... Plus it needs a powerful rig, lots of time, and a ton of (soon to be redundant) knowledge.
All this summed up - I'm afraid that, for society, 3d CGI is much less culturally valuable than, for example, traditional art, and thus won't be preserved when AI inevitably makes it redudant.
Also - let's just omit possible AI regulations in near future. I personally don't believe big corpos will let anyone stand between them and raising profits.
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Question is: To what extent and how fast do you think this conceptually new approach will replace traditional 3d VFX industry?
Big problem is that, compared to art, 3d is super obscure. No thousands years of history, very few notable people, no notable pieces, shallow crediting when it comes to commercial products, no mainstream "high culture", only available digitally, individual pieces viewed as disposable, not so long ago disrespected by artists... Plus it needs a powerful rig, lots of time, and a ton of (soon to be redundant) knowledge.
All this summed up - I'm afraid that, for society, 3d CGI is much less culturally valuable than, for example, traditional art, and thus won't be preserved when AI inevitably makes it redudant.
Also - let's just omit possible AI regulations in near future. I personally don't believe big corpos will let anyone stand between them and raising profits.
2023.06.07 20:16 throwra09ttv I 26F asked my boyfriend 30M of ten years what he sees for the future. He told me that him and I are too different
I’ve been seeing my boyfriend for ten years. He was my first everything and the only guy I’ve been with. He cheated on me twice during the relationship, once in the beginning and one time a year ago.
I found out and broke up with him recently. I said be with her goodbye. Six months later he came back and said he thinks of me all the time and loves me. He said he can’t get me out of his head and we were extremely sexually compatible.
The other girl was a 28 year old virgin and she was obsessed with my bf. She kept messaging me weird messages that didn’t make sense for the scenario. Basically explaining to me how he is and that their souls are the same and she wants to go back to before it was too late. All weird stuff and I told her she’s beautiful and date around, that he’s not the only guy.
I told my boyfriend after spending all this time together I was wondering when we’d get engaged. He said “you and I are too different”
I asked “you just realized this now, ten years later? Why come back to me?”
He said “move on, it’s all in the past now”
I said “but you wasted ten years of my life. Why come back after cheating with this girl? Why not just let me move on? Did you ever care?”
He said “it does not matter anymore” and left.
I messaged him on social media “I am done with you for good. You’re right we both should move on. I am not going to beg someone to be with me and I am done”.
He didn’t reply and he blocked me.
It felt weird he didn’t try to explain or anything. I want an explanation and he didn’t chase or anything.
How do I communicate with him or get a sense of closure?
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I found out and broke up with him recently. I said be with her goodbye. Six months later he came back and said he thinks of me all the time and loves me. He said he can’t get me out of his head and we were extremely sexually compatible.
The other girl was a 28 year old virgin and she was obsessed with my bf. She kept messaging me weird messages that didn’t make sense for the scenario. Basically explaining to me how he is and that their souls are the same and she wants to go back to before it was too late. All weird stuff and I told her she’s beautiful and date around, that he’s not the only guy.
I told my boyfriend after spending all this time together I was wondering when we’d get engaged. He said “you and I are too different”
I asked “you just realized this now, ten years later? Why come back to me?”
He said “move on, it’s all in the past now”
I said “but you wasted ten years of my life. Why come back after cheating with this girl? Why not just let me move on? Did you ever care?”
He said “it does not matter anymore” and left.
I messaged him on social media “I am done with you for good. You’re right we both should move on. I am not going to beg someone to be with me and I am done”.
He didn’t reply and he blocked me.
It felt weird he didn’t try to explain or anything. I want an explanation and he didn’t chase or anything.
How do I communicate with him or get a sense of closure?
2023.06.07 20:16 Magolli [PC][NA] NBK Is Looking for Diablo 4 Players!
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Our player base ranges from casuals to sweats, and you can group up with people that match your playstyle for a better gaming experience. Our mature community averages 26 years old, and most have full-time jobs and families. However, we dedicate a reasonable amount of time to gaming daily, and you'll see people playing throughout the day.
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Our player base ranges from casuals to sweats, and you can group up with people that match your playstyle for a better gaming experience. Our mature community averages 26 years old, and most have full-time jobs and families. However, we dedicate a reasonable amount of time to gaming daily, and you'll see people playing throughout the day.
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2023.06.07 20:16 Admirable_Job_127 I am back in my happy place but everything in my life is absolute crap
I moved to Europe when I was a teenager. I lived here alone for years. I had to leave right before the pandemic because I couldn’t get my visa renewed. My family never came to visit while I was here.
I’ve been pretty unhappy since leaving Europe. All but one of my grandparents died, the only person I dated since 2019 died, I lost my job and my apartment that I loved and I’ve been staying in my dead grandpa’s old house for almost a year.
I got the chance to come back to Europe for a month. Right before I left my childhood dog died and my uncle basically kicked me out of my residence. But I took that in stride because I was finally going back to my old life where everything made sense and my entire family would be coming along to finally share it with me.
This trip has been hell. My last remaining grandparent is clearly suffering from early stages of dementia. We weren’t able to see it until we removed her from her routine. It’s bad. My family has not been able to keep to any kind of itinerary or schedule and we missed half of what we planned. They have skipped out or been grumpy for most of what I was so excited to share with them. We have been treated horribly as a mixed race, American family.
And I am going back to basically being homeless. All my things are in storage. I have no money. No job.
I will always have a bed to sleep in and food to eat and I know things could be much worse. I am grateful for what I have. But I am desperate to go home to some kind of comfort or safe space and it doesn’t exist. I don’t get to go home and crash in my bed and cry. I get to immediately become my grandma’s caretaker.
I just needed to get off my chest how bad it sucks.
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I’ve been pretty unhappy since leaving Europe. All but one of my grandparents died, the only person I dated since 2019 died, I lost my job and my apartment that I loved and I’ve been staying in my dead grandpa’s old house for almost a year.
I got the chance to come back to Europe for a month. Right before I left my childhood dog died and my uncle basically kicked me out of my residence. But I took that in stride because I was finally going back to my old life where everything made sense and my entire family would be coming along to finally share it with me.
This trip has been hell. My last remaining grandparent is clearly suffering from early stages of dementia. We weren’t able to see it until we removed her from her routine. It’s bad. My family has not been able to keep to any kind of itinerary or schedule and we missed half of what we planned. They have skipped out or been grumpy for most of what I was so excited to share with them. We have been treated horribly as a mixed race, American family.
And I am going back to basically being homeless. All my things are in storage. I have no money. No job.
I will always have a bed to sleep in and food to eat and I know things could be much worse. I am grateful for what I have. But I am desperate to go home to some kind of comfort or safe space and it doesn’t exist. I don’t get to go home and crash in my bed and cry. I get to immediately become my grandma’s caretaker.
I just needed to get off my chest how bad it sucks.
2023.06.07 20:16 princessmoneybagsxx i’m any help thanks
so a little back story for a couple years now I’ve had an experience of my animals looking around as if watching something flying hearing laughter and bells, and everything starts to look saturated and fuzzy… my cats would freak out as of watching something by around the room, and I felt static all over my body. I will go into much detail about each specific time, but my old roommate recently reached out to me regarding her daughter, who used to live with us who is almost 3. The one night that started to happen again… I had always just chalked it up to meeting crazy because to be honest at the time I was doing a lot of ketamine. But I had been nine months sober at this time and I had just started getting back into working with magic and craft and such now it was her night in my room. He had to be kind of quiet because he was sleeping but everything started to look saturated and fuzzy. I heard the bells I heard laughter in music and I thought oh no fucking way, anyways, we thought somebody had broken into the house without their presence a very strong presence we went into the kitchen and I had this pink office chair that looked like somebody had just vanished out of it. It spun around quickly at first and then slow down next thing, we know the babies bedroom door started swinging back-and-forth a little bit. Now her daughter has kind of been through a lot and is staying with her grandmother as of now and her grandmother has taken her to a behavioral counselor. So back when I first recognized all of this starting to happen I, I started building a fairy garden and making tea and I had some plants and was in and out of the hospital a lot so my plants were left unattended but still have sometimes life anyways anyways, they started happening and her daughter’s behavior kind of went haywire. She called me today because her daughter was talking about a fairy named Eris, which upon researching had something to do with the Greek god of war and their day being December 19 now they went to the dentist today and her six month cleaning is on December 19. I vaguely remember while doing research on how to work with Fais reading things about them being particularly fond of children, and even sometimes kidnapping them or like kidnapping their spirit, and replacing them with like I don’t remember exactly, so I’m looking for any direction because my friend called me freaking out, asking what I did and I don’t know how to help or fix this or any information to really tell her other than right now thanks in advance
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2023.06.07 20:15 KayDeeF2 Experience with shelly hoof?
Hey everybody
So we own 5 cameroon rams, about all about 6 years old at this point and about a year ago we had to move pastures, from a relatively dry, hillside to your average southern-german wet/marshy one and ever since their hooves have just been terrible, they have these cavities where the black shell of the hoof sperates from the inner soft part. Now weve treated this by trimming back the horn to where those two elements meet again but id just like to know if anybody has any experience with shelly hoof and if/how you managed to get rid of it since from what ive read the actual cause of shelly hoof is still unknown.
Thanks in advance
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So we own 5 cameroon rams, about all about 6 years old at this point and about a year ago we had to move pastures, from a relatively dry, hillside to your average southern-german wet/marshy one and ever since their hooves have just been terrible, they have these cavities where the black shell of the hoof sperates from the inner soft part. Now weve treated this by trimming back the horn to where those two elements meet again but id just like to know if anybody has any experience with shelly hoof and if/how you managed to get rid of it since from what ive read the actual cause of shelly hoof is still unknown.
Thanks in advance
2023.06.07 20:15 Magolli [PC][NA] NBK Is Looking for Destiny 2 Players!
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Our player base ranges from casuals to sweats, and you can group up with people that match your playstyle for a better gaming experience. Our mature community averages 26 years old, and most have full-time jobs and families. However, we dedicate a reasonable amount of time to gaming daily, and you'll see people playing throughout the day.
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Our player base ranges from casuals to sweats, and you can group up with people that match your playstyle for a better gaming experience. Our mature community averages 26 years old, and most have full-time jobs and families. However, we dedicate a reasonable amount of time to gaming daily, and you'll see people playing throughout the day.
About Our Community:
- Monthly Gaming Nights
- Giveaways (Gift Cards, Merchandise, etc.)
- Level 3 Boost Discord Server
- StreameContent Creator Support
- Fun & Safe Environment
About You
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- Be on PC, XBOX, or PS and in the North American Region
- Use Discord for Clan and Voice Communication
- Wants to participate in the community.
How to join?
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