I swear, every single time I see someone make a Reddit post and towards the end they start a sentence with "needless to say...", they're about to say something completely out of left field that definitely needed to be said for the reader to have a complete understanding of their little story. It's like people saying "literally" when they mean "figuratively". An example of this is something I saw the other day that went along the lines of "we saw this dude beating on his wife and kids, so needless to say we jumped in and kicked his ass and then called the cops." How did that not need to be said? In what universe could the audience have possibly inferred that based solely on the fact that you saw some guy assaulting his family? It's just infuriating, and I'm not even sure why I get so worked up about it, but it really gets under my skin when people say stuff like "literally" and "needless to say" when they mean the exact opposite of what they just said.
Now, maybe it's my Arthur that's devoted to feeding the camp, but it seems like he's killing those animals for a good reason. Be they deer, rabbits, turkeys, they all go in the stew, and the wolves that he killed, they were literally trying to kill him. It was the wolves or him. So, what's Arthur talking about?
My stepson, age 24, is getting kicked out of his apartment because he doesn't want to pay rent anymore. His roommate found another tenant, and asked him to leave. He asked if he could move in with me and his mom, and I said no.
Some background; he's a 24 year college graduate who works part time, when he decides to work. I helped pay for his expenses while he attended college, and I feel like with him being 24, it's time to 'Man Up' and at least attempt to provide for yourself.
Me not allowing him to live in my home, means he would have have to move from Miami, to Illinois to live with his dad. He insists that he doesn't want want to move, but he also refuses to get a job.
Me and his mother try to explain that you have to work, in order to get what you want. We've sent him job postings, and I wrote his resume. I even added a 'little fluff', to the resume, to help him get interviews. He would get interviews, in some cases make it to drug testing but would "forget to take his drug test."
So needless to say, I'm done trying. So I thought....
Fast forward to this week, he calls with his sob story about getting kicked out for non payment. I tell him he can't stay in my house because he refuses to work. I can't imagine working 10-12 hour day, while a healthy, college educated man sleeps till 1pm and parties all night on my dime.
So, because I care about him, I offered to buy him a plane ticket back to Illinois. He refused because he doesn't want to leave his car. According to him, he's put too much money in the car and he doesn'twant to leave his belongings. OK, I offer to rent him a UHAUL truck, with a trailer as a one way rental. He refused, saying he doesn't want to drive. According to him, the only option is to live with us.
At this point, I'm done so I flat out say no, and get back to Illinois the best way you can...
BTW, his mother says she agrees with me, but I can tell she wants to let him stay.
TW warning: mentions of drugs, and PTSD
This happened last week, and I felt like Redditors on this sub would love to hear about this monster of a couple. Just thinking about this, I'm shaking in frustration and sheer astonishment at this level of entitlement.
Meet the cast (fake names)
OP: well.. me, afab (they/she)
Clem: My flatmate and close friend, male (he/him)
The Intruder: Entitled parents' son
Susan: Entitled mum, the poshest Karen I've ever seen
Chad: Entitled Dad, he will let you know that he's a lawyer
Security guard: Security guard, I know not very imaginative sorry
Manager: Campus housing manager, a Karen's deadliest weapon
Onto the story:
This happened last week, it's the end of the semester here at uni, which means that most of the students are rounding up coursework, presentations, and essays, whilst preparing for the long revision nights of Easter break (that we're obviously having after Easter). Safe to say that most of us, including me, are very stressed and/or sleep-deprived. It's in this context of mental and physical exhaustion that this story takes place.
It has to be noted that my bedroom door sometimes doesn't lock, it needs to be pulled hard to be fully closed, and I happen to have forgotten to do this a couple of times, the night of the incident obviously being one of them.
After a full day of reading and essay planning, I went to sleep at around 11 pm, and fell asleep almost immediately, like I said, I was absolutely exhausted. A few hours later, I heard what sounded like hushed footsteps near my bed, I'm a very, VERY light sleeper and I'm awoken by the smallest unfamiliar noises, due to PTSD, one of the sounds I'm most sensitive to is footsteps. Needless to say that my eyes shot open almost instantly. I turn around to see a silhouette of a guy I've never seen standing next to my bed. I could make out a bit of his face, nothing scary about his appearance, aside from the fact that I didn't know who he was, that he was starring at me, in my bedroom, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.
I let out the loudest, high-pitched scream I think I've ever been able to produce, yelling at this dude to 'GET THE FUCK OUT!' He seemed taken aback but didn't react much, which made it even scarier. I was crying, hyperventilating, it seemed like I was about to die, have a heart attack, or something of the sort.
Before I had time to do anything, my flatmate Clem was in the room, also y... keep reading on reddit ➡
Edit: Title should read."Wasting her time" not "wearing her tone". Sorry. Super tired from work when I wrote this and I missed the autocorrect.
So I work as a mover for a very small moving company. My boss, let's call him Mike, is a really nice guy. It's really just a two-man operation, with me working as a subcontractor under him with a few regular guys we call in for bigger moves. It's really physically demanding work sometimes, but typically our customers are super nice and the pay is pretty good. Most people are just happy to have someone else to lift their heavy stuff and get it into a truck. And we're always super careful to not cause ANY DAMAGE to the buildings we're moving in and out of or the items we're moving, which most people appreciate.
Not this lady. Let's call her Darcy.
So Darcy booked a move with Mike, and told him she had a small storage unit she wanted us to load up into a 20 foot truck. We said "no problem!". As the date of her move approached, though, so did a huge snow storm.
Days before her move the news started reporting that the weather was expected to take a severe turn for the worst. Not uncommon for the time of year in our state, but also something not to be trifled with.
We called Darcy a couple days before the move to see about rescheduling to avoid the storm and she said she absolutely HAD to move that day, no other days would work. A lot of (probably much smarter) movers would have cancelled, but after talking, Mike and I thought it was no big deal. We move in the snow all the time. Just meant we would have to dress appropriately and be extra careful not to injure ourselves or damage any property.
Cut to the day of the move. We get to Darcy's storage unit, expecting a 10x10x15 standard storage unit full of your usual stuff based on what she'd indicated on the phone, and load it into a 20 foot truck. That's a pretty easy job to get done in the 2 hours that she'd already prepaid for.
As we pulled up the snow was already coming down pretty heavily, and the first thing that made us nervous was the truck. Instead of a 20 foot truck, there was a HUGE 26 foot truck. Darcy greeted us by the truck and showed us the storage unit.
Darcy: Okay! So, this is our unit. We shut down our businesses and I'm moving it out of town to pursue other opportunities, and I need all of this loaded up in 2 hours. The last movers I had got it unloaded in about that long.
Mike said something about the truck being bigger than she told us... keep reading on reddit ➡
In high school a few friends and myself worked at a local chain restaurant. We were fully able to run the day shift but had never really broken down the equipment and closed up for the evening. One particular night, a few of the night shift had called in sick, we were asked to pull a double and close the restaurant, which we did. Essentially worked from 10a.m. until after midnight. Myself and my three friends and a manager. We were really tired but felt that we had done the right thing and helped out the company.
The next day the four of us come into work another day shift. The day manager pulls us into her office, one by one, and informs us that she would need to write us up because we hadn't properly cleaned and filtered the fry grease. Regardless of our leaning in for a double, having never closed or been trained on closing procedures, and having been given permission by the night manager to leave (meaning all closing work had been completed). After a quick chat with my friends, it was aligned that I was going to push back on the write up, and if the day manager insisted on writing up us, we would quit. I informed the manager that we were collectively not going to sign the write up slips. Her alternative, threat, was that we would be fired, to which I informed her that if she insisted on writing us up for helping out, pulling a double, not being trained, and having been released by the night manager....then we would quit. Collectively. Immediately. She responded with "If you don't sign the write up, then you will be fired." A staring contest follows, I eventually break in with an, " Ok. I guess we are fired then." We turned in our hats, quit symbolically and left. It was really really amazing, my friend quit mid-burger prep, my other friend simply walked off the cash register in the middle of taking an order. We clocked out and walked out the back, leaving only the day manager in the restaurant. Customers in line, customers at the drive thru.
Later that same day, we decided return to our place of prior employment. To have dinner. The night shift must have still been sick as the entire restaurant was staffed with managers from nearby restaurants (same chain), including our day manager, who was now pulling her own double, and the night manager that had released us the prior evening. There was nothing better than eating our burgers and watching the management staff fail at every station and knowing that their pride, lack of rational flexibility... keep reading on reddit ➡
Hello Reddit, long-time lurker and commentor, first time posting. This occurred back in the late 90’s in Australia, so Aussie terms will be used. Please do not share/use this in your YouTube or other social media platforms without my explicit permission first. Names will be changed to protect those involved. This is a very long one, so the TL;DR is at the bottom.
I was in my third and final year at uni, studying archaeology. Due to recurring and severe illness in the second semester of my second year, I had been unable to complete several core subjects, and had to repeat them. This included an archaeological field school, held in the mid-year holidays, where you would implement the techniques you had already learned. This field school was compulsory IF you wished to enrol in a particular subject, but not everyone studying was headed in that direction. I had successfully completed the previous year’s field school, but due to my illness, was unable to complete the associated course, so had to retake them both again.
This university has a number of campuses dotted around the country (and some overseas). The field school is offered to students on 2 campuses – the main campus, located North of Capricorn, and one of its offshoots, located even further North of Capricorn. The field schools are held in the area of the main campus, so those participating are required to travel to attend – for some, it’s across town. For others, it’s several hours in a car. Needless to say, those attending from the sister campus do not do so lightly, or cheaply.
My lecturer, whom we shall call Matt, was a bloody legend. He was a brilliant lecturer, has authored 2 books, and is still working in his field, albeit at a different university than the one in this story. He knew his shit, was easy-going, friendly, would sit and share a jug of beer with you on a Friday arvo, and I only ever saw him angry once. This is important for later.
Also note that grading went as follows, in descending order:
HD (Pass with High Distinction): 85-100%
D (Pass with Distinction): 75-84%
C (Pass with Credit): 65-74%
P (Pass): 50-64%
PC (Pass Conceded): 48-49%
N (Fail): <50%
Matt and his counterpart at the sister campus had been granted permission to conduct this particular year’s field school in a gully adjacent to an historic (and protected/listed) cemetery. This gully actually split the cemetery in two, and was used basically as a garbage midden. Due to the nat... keep reading on reddit ➡
Today I discovered mutual fund managers do not like people who decide to do their own research and have opinions about the markets, and this guy is supposed to double as a financial advisor.
For weeks I've been bringing up GME to my financial advisor just to get his general take on everything, since you'd think managing a mutual fund and being a FA would mean that he would be looking into stuff like what's happening with GME, especially when people are bringing it up constantly. I was always met with some staple answer of "no one can time the market", "nobody knows what's going to happen", and then the kicker "maybe mutual funds aren't for you", I had no intention of leaving the fund until he told me that and it made me realize they just want people who blindly give their money to them.
Needless to say, I'm pulling all my money from that fund, and putting it straight into GME 😎
Not sure what flair this falls under, so I put it up as discussion.
EDIT: There’s a lot of really great information and stories here, the amount I’ve been learning off these subreddits in the last 2 months is insane so thank you to everyone posting! 😄
This is a long story.
I'm a first generation Chinese-Canadian. My mom was a single mom and we had a terrible relationship growing up. Won't get into it but it was not good. One positive thing about my childhood was the food.
My mom is a great cook. She's traditional but also experimental and she used every part of the animal/vegetable (we ate pig's feet and pickled watermelon rinds and we made dumplings) and she made everything from scratch. I loved her food until it started to bring me shame, probably around the age of 6 or 7. Kids at school made fun of my lunches so I started asking my mom for Lunchables. This continued into high school when a friend of mine was at my house and saw me eating pork dumplings and she pointed out that the insides were a little pink so she assumed they were raw. She went and told everyone that I ate raw pork and for the next few days, people were coming up to me telling me I was gross because I ate raw animals. That was one of many, many experiences I had growing up and it just added to the hell that was my pubescent years. It was normal for white kids to call me ch*nk in the hallways every day, for girls to tell me they were gonna beat me up if I didn't leave my hair black, guys would call me fat every day. I just had a miserable childhood and I was conditioned to believe that being Chinese was inhuman.
So needless to say, I had developed an aversion to my cultural heritage and I distanced myself in every way possible. All I wanted was Hamburger Helper and Chef Boyardee because it was what my friends ate (I've still never had the former because my mom refused to buy HH) and when I did start learning how to cook as a teenager, I refused to learn techniques from my mom. I watched Emeril and Batalli and perfected risotto and homemade tomato sauce, long before I ever learned how to properly wrap a dumpling.
But I always helped with dumplings. Like I said, it was just us. So whenever my mom made dumplings, I was there by her side. She would always let me wrap a few just for fun. She knew I sucked at it. I always put in way too much filling and they always unravelled in the water because they were never tight enough. But this was something we did together that wasn't consumed by violence and pain.
Fast forward to today. I'm 33 and I've spent the last few years unlearning all the shame I harboured as a child. And on this journey, I'm also trying to learn how to cook my favorite meals that my mom made for us and other really g... keep reading on reddit ➡
Long story short, my daughter (15F) and a friend decided to play a very cruel prank on the friend's 8-year old sister. Basically my daughter hid in her closet filming for TikTok while the friend called the sister in and pretended to cry and told her that she had gotten news that their parents had just been killed in a car accident...getting the reaction and then telling her its not true. Needless to say the friend's sister did not take it well even after being told of the truth and the parents contacted me. I was absolutely disgusted especially considering the intention was to humiliate her on TikTok. So in addition to grounding her I took her phone away and replaced it with an old one of mine that I locked down so it can't do anything besides make/receive phone calls, take pictures and send texts, basically equivalent to an old style flip phone.
That happened about a month ago. My daughter's grounding recently expired and she asked me when she gets her phone back. I told her "When you can afford to buy your own." Since her phone was what she used for it, I don't see any reason why she should be allowed to one able to access such apps. She complained to my husband. He told me that he agrees she shouldn't get the phone back now but that I'm maybe being a bit too harsh since confiscating it until the end of the school year for example would still send the needed message. So I told my daughter I'll consider it based on her behavior but she's still banned from TikTok regardless. Well she threw another tantrum. Truth is I'm just so disgusted she would do such a thing, and such abuse of an app means you don't get the app anymore and it seems fair. Now she's giving me the silent treatment. Obviously this won't help in getting the phone back.
So am I being too harsh or unreasonable? I get how important such phones and apps are now to teens' social lives, but I really can't let something like that go unaddressed.
EDIT: Wow! Lots of feedback, thanks everyone!
Just to give an update, I've decided against requiring therapy for her, but I will be trying to talk to her directly as soon as possible about it and to address things. Lots of good advice and resources have been sent to me, so thank you everyone! I am thinking that while she definitely deserved punishment I did focus too much on the punishment end instead of getting her to realize wrongs and make amends, so that'll be my new focus. Once again thanks for everything!
So this takes place mid summer while in college. I attended a major Southern school, so needless to say mid summer was 90+ and high humidity. I had a roommate who loved to keep his window open. That by itslef wouldn't be a big deal, but he also loved to run AC at full blast. Our electric bill was regularly twice what our neighbors were, and he froze our unit twice which forced us to let it thaw out meaning no AC at all during that time. I would come home from classes and see his window wide open, and often he wasn't even home.
After the second time he froze the coils, I told him that if I ever came home in the middle of the afternoon to find his window wide open with the AC running I was going to nail it shut. I guess he thought I was joking since we were in an appartment complex, and surely enough the very next day I came home and his window was open, AC was blasting, and he was nowhere to be found. I grabbed a couple of long wood screws along with a power drill, and within about 2 minutes that window never opened again.
Hello Reddit! Me and my dear friend Aernath have constructed a wild theory recently. We want to share it with you, but be warned; This one will be long, really long.;
The First Ones, our new “Titanic Mystery” in Shadowlands and for the years to come. Just like how Titans were a mystery for us throughout early years of Warcraft. They are the creators of the Cosmic System we live in.
The attendants in Oribos claim that should Zovaal manage to escape from The Maw, all that The First Ones have built would be perished. But, what if this is a lie? What if Oribos and The Arbiter were not supposed to exist in the first place. Rather has been built by Eternal Ones to replace Zovaal? Why there is a ” city of secrets” named Korthia in “The In-Between” which is inhabited by The Attendants?
Why The First Ones do not even try to stop what Zovaal and Sylvanas are trying to do if the system they built is about to be destroyed?
Because maybe they have been betrayed and the betrayal came from their own children?
“FOR UNCOUNTED EONS THE SHADOWLANDS WAS IN PERFECT ORDER”
You should always be worried whenever you hear something is in “perfect order”.” Which means it is not natural at all and it has been shaped by others into an extension to work like a machine. Just like Arbiter!
So, what if Zovaal was the original champion of The First Ones? Their attended, original “Arbiter” of the mortal souls, directing them to their own chosen place, respecting their past, mortal experiences and most importantly… Free will.
If you remember the ending of Revendreth quest line, Sire Denathrius has said:
"Every precious drop of Anima so painstakingly run from the tortured souls of lesser beings now paves the path to the Banished One, to reclaim what was his"
He clearly meant Zovaal's old and central seat at the heart of this previous system, the one which The First Ones have put in place and made Zovaal its champion and the original Arbiter of Souls.
When the original place that later became Maw (and Korthia) was working as The First Ones have intended, what if it was not enough for other Eternal Ones, including Primus? What if they have wanted more Anima and thus more power for themselves? For that, did they break this system by overthrowing Zovaal... keep reading on reddit ➡
I'm on the law review of a non-T14 school and I'm pretty fucking proud of it. I recently spoke with a friend of mine who does go to a T14 and commented something along the lines of "I'm sick and tired of seeing all these law review mastheads come across my linkedin page, especially the T100 ones, we get it, you're the least sh*tty kids at your sh*t school." Needless to say, I blew up at him and told him yeah, our schools might not be T14 or whatever, but that doesn't mean making law review or attending that school is any less special jfc so yeah, T14 peeps please practice some humility
This is the first of a series of posts where I will apply my fast and dirty historical fundamental analysis to some of the biggest dogshit stocks of 2021. If you are interested in the process I use below to evaluate a stock, check out How Do I Buy a Stonk???
Australian Gas Light company (AGL), is one of the oldest publicly listed companies in Australia. Founded in 1837, it’s going on its 184th year in business. It was the 2nd company to list on the Sydney Stock Exchange, only beat by Westpac. Today it is the largest integrated energy producer in Australia. AGL serves 4.2million customers around the country. Its primary business is as an electricity producer, but it has more recently branched out into telecommunications as well.
Fair Value: $24.71*
Target Buy: $17.39*
*these will be heavily revised as we delve deeper.
The basic historical valuation metrics all look great. How could this be the dog stock that it is? Let’s try to find out.
In 2017, AGL reached its all-time high on April 28th, closing at $26.76. At the time, it was worth 17billion, part of the ASX50, and the 18th largest company in Australia by market cap.
At the close of today at $9.19, holders of AGL would be down -65.6% since 2017. The last 12 months alone would have returned -46.6% in capital value.
This is the lowest level the share price has been in nearly 20 years. You have to go back to about... keep reading on reddit ➡
First I just want to say, I've been an avid reader of this sub for a long time and I love the stories people tell here. Finally today I have the opportunity to tell one of mine. Here it goes..
I work as a developer in a company that creates very fast automated systems for moving around money electronically. So obviously we have very strict testing and error checking for any code that goes in a production system. And I'm one of the guys who does this verification.
So 3 months ago I found a little bug in a patch that was written by this one other guy who had been working at the company for only a year longer than me. He has the title of "Senior developer" while I'm just a Developer. It didn't really make any difference though, that was just something you get with a small pay raise once you do 3 years at the company as a Developer.
Anyway, I notice this bug, e-mail him and tell him about it so he can fix it and re-submit the patch. But he turns the responsibility on me, tells me his code is correct and that I'm just testing it incorrectly. I try to explain to him but he doesn't budge. Tired of the pointless arguing, I suggest that we should clear it out with our project manager.
At this point he pulls the Seniority card and says I should just do as he says because I'm his junior. Now that just pissed me off. This guy has absolutely no authority over me, who does he think he is. Cue malicious compliance. I knew that the bug would not manifest itself immediately, there were certain conditions that had to be met for it to show itself in a production environment. And it didn't do anything wrong, it would just crash the system unexpectedly. I asked him one final time in the email thread whether he's sure he wants me to go ahead with the patch. He says yes. Alright, yay! Now we have buggy code running on a production machine which moves a million dollars every minute!
Nothing happened for 3 months, life was as usual. Then last week it finally happened. Our system crashed. Well, we have protections set up for such failures that roll back the binaries automatically. However, the crash still cost the company a few hours of downtime which means potentially hundreds of thousands of dollars lost. The crash was traced back to the patch that Mr. Senior Developer had written. I had the email trail to absolve myself of fault. The resolution was quick, and needless ro say, Mr. Senior Developer no longer works with us now.
Context: I only play this game for the Icons, players I grew up watching. So I've been playing exclusively with Icons for quite some time now, meaning I've bought, played with and sold many PIM cards since they were released. Since I have some time on my hands, thought I'd leave some reviews here to help those who are wondering if a certain SBC is worth doing or if an Icon is worth buying.
I'm not a pro player anything. I'm at 1800+ SR, and I'm usually a G2/G1 WL player, depending if I can be bothered finishing my games. Also, I stopped buying FP this year, so everything was acquired by trading with IF cards, good pack luck and the pure discipline on stocking up on fodders and not wasting on promo SBCs. Basically, the day new Icon SBC drops is a promo day for me, I don't care much about the other promos haha.
I'm keeping this review solely on PIM cards because I've used far too many Icons and it'd take me hours to review each of them. But if you'd like a review on any Baby/Mid/Prime cards, just ask, if I've used it before, I can drop a review. Now, let's start.
PIM Peter Schmeichel: Quite possibly the worst keeper I've used this year. He feels really heavy and slow, and he doesn't save any across goal shots and long-range finesse shots at all. He's only good at close-range reflex saves and distribution, that's about it.
Bought for: Acquired via SBC
Worthwhile? Not at all.
Status: On my bench, waiting to be thrown into another Icon SBC.
PIM Petr Cech: Schmeichel was so bad, I had to replace him after just 2 WLs. Decided to give Cech a go since he's a new Icon and I've already used VDS last year. Now, I can safely say he's the best keeper I've used this year (RTTF Oblak a close second). He's actually quite fast, and his giant frame means he'll hardly get beaten by finesse shots. His close range reflex saves are also excellent. Only downside is this version doesn't have the headgear in game.
Bought for: 1 million
Worthwhile? Only if you have 1 million and nothing else to spend on.
Status: In my starting XI
PIM Gianluca Zambrotta: Easily the most versatile player in the game. He's amazing as a stay-back full back, a get forward wing back, a box to box CM, a stay back CDM, a wide midfielder or even as a centreback. His versatility goes beyond the fact that he excels in so many positions, but also because he has the 5-star weak foot, which allows you to get creative in squad-building. He fast, strong and... keep reading on reddit ➡
We are here my friends !
Korean Scans: https://manatoki95.net/comic/7481354
Summary by the great u/jeeswag:
The Gyokuhou arrived at the Kanki army's left wing and sees the insane amount of injured soldiers start walking out. Kanjou says this is the result of attacking such a location. Akakin says that's what they'll be doing next. Banyou tells Ouhon that it seems like a hopeless battle and asks to send a messenger to Kanki. Marron arrives and introduces himself as the 6GG Kanki's strategist. He asks for the Gyokuhou to punch through Eikyuu while Kanjou asks to send a message to Kanki instead. He says there will be needless sacrifices and that the better method would be to join the left with the center and engage the battle that way. Fighting against Eikyuu is a fool's battle. Marron says it's because they used methods that others can't understand that the man named Kanki has won continuously. He doesn't expect them to understand, only follow orders from one of the 6GG. Kanjou can't agree to it. Marron says he'll dismiss that comment.
Ouhon comments that there is meaning in breaking through Eikyuu where after they do they can help the center then the right and win in one fell swoop. Marron says it's only after that that they can attack Heiyou. Kanjou says he knows but they can't break through Eikyuu. Ouhon says if it's just them then it won't be enough and asks for troops to be sent from the center. From Kanki's army. Banyou says they noticed on the way here that the only ones fighting in the left wing were from units that are not part of Kanki's army. Akakin says he doesn't think it's that bad to which Kanjou tells him to shut up. Ouhon tells Marron to not discriminate amongst soldiers in a war. Marron says it's simply because the Kanki soldiers only work well together when grouped up, nothing more. If anything it is Ouhon's group who is discriminating because if the orders came from Ousen instead of Kanki he's sure Ouhon would've followed orders. He then tells Ouhon to take Eikyuu since the Kanki army's progress towards Heiyou depends on them.
Hi Shin Unit:
The HSU is positioned in between the Ousen and Kanki armies and still hasn't received orders to join either group. Because the Zhao are so focused on the two other armies beside them they aren't attacking the HSU's position at all. Denei asks if they should just move up and Garou says it won't be that easy. Bihei asks if they should just join up with the Ousen army since they'd pre... keep reading on reddit ➡
Long. TlDr at end
I have always wanted to tell this tale here about how myself a 19 year old electronics tech and a 19 year old air frames specialist repaired an aircraft that had cost the division Tens of Thousands of Dollars and A Thousand plus man hours to NOT repair. We were exceptionally proud of ourselves.
Set the scene. 1980’s Overseas Naval Air station. Small division. We flew C-12’s and C-131 Aircraft. The C-131 was a 1950’s Airframe with Reciprocating engines. It was a Workhorse. Pretty basic but also damned reliable. Of the C-131’s we had three of them. They were basically a cargo craft with the ability to carry up to 48 Passengers. We had one that had been converted to a VIP Aircraft and was really pretty inside. However when the conversion was performed the attention to detail ended at cosmetics. During various repairs we had found that they had uses Household Extension cords for wiring in some places. (Cue the WTF look for electricians everywhere)
Inside, the aircraft had couches a full kitchen the whole works. They even installed household Paneling. (Very Important Later)
On to the problem. The aircraft was equipped with 2 VHF Radios for Communications both of which had to be operating in order for the airplane to be in an “UP” Status. (In the military and aircraft is “UP” or “DOWN” for flight status.) 962 (Tail Number of Aircraft in Question) had been having issues with the VHF1 Radio that would come and go. Then one day for reasons unknown it simply stopped working. Many, many hours were put in to get the aircraft “UP”. They changed radios multiple times. Since I was semi new from Electronics and Radio Operator school I was not deemed worthy for helping to troubleshoot and most times we were set about to clean aircraft or do maintenance checks. At the time I was also Flight Crew on these same birds, so while yes; I was new; I was still very familiar with them none the less. It was finally determined by the Senior Technicians that every time the Aircraft was powered up and Avionics were powered on the VHF 1 radio would IMMEDIATELY go in to Transmit mode. Nothing was being transmitted except static.
The attempted solutions. As previously stated they changed the radio multiple times. Then they changed the wiring harnesses for the radio. Then they changed the entire Radio Rack for ALL the radios. Needless to say NONE of this worked. They had spent weeks on these repairs and nothing was working. Finally it was determined that the issue h... keep reading on reddit ➡
This hobby drama write-up is centered around Audio Science Review (henceforth referred to as “ASR” for short). ASR is run by Amir, a well-known objectivist reviewer.
Now, for those who might not be familiar with audio, one of the most polarizing, fascinating subjects in the hobby is that of the subjective and the objective. The landscape of the audio world has shifted at an alarming rate in recent years. Widespread (relative) accessibility to measuring equipment has brought the latter - the objective - to increasing importance, and at the forefront of this charge is none other than ASR and Amir.
Amir started out measuring sources (so DACs, amps, and DAPs) and was met with open arms by r/headphones. Many saw him as the second coming of NwAvGuy, a respected objectivist who unfortunately went MIA years ago (his last post was in 2012!) to many readers’ dismay. The impact of Amir’s work here cannot be understated, as much of the industry has essentially been forced to shift to designs that measure well and can fare under the rigorous standards that compose an ASR source review. Case in point, forcing popular maker Schitt’s (yes, that’s their actual company name) hand with the company’s Magni 3 Heresy headphone amp. The “Heresy” part is tongue-in-cheek as the amp does not meet the company’s intended sound despite measuring well to appease the measurement crowd.
Nonetheless, for a while things were good. I mean, I certainly can’t hear the difference between 0.001 and 0.002 percent SINAD (distortion), but hey, if we’re getting things that measure better - that should objectively be better - why not? But then roughly five months ago, it happened: Amir decided to get into measuring headphones. This is where things started going downhill, and quick at that. A quick look at some more recent ASR reviews on the r/headphones subreddit will show that many of these posts sit with ~60% upvotes and no shortage of controversy in the comments. Most all have failed to make the front page altogether. As for the reasons why? Well...
In my most recent reading of the great American classic Once an Eagle, I tenderly clasped the age-old homoerotic ballad shut and sighed. It dawned on me, with my slippers upturned over the ottoman, that my Company First Sergeant would never understand nor emulate the many critical leadership qualities captured in that American epic about a boy who learns about the magic of friendship in a white-only school for wizards.
When I was a young Second Lieutenant, I was slightly surprised to learn that not one Non-Commissioned Officer in the United States Army can read. I knew these crafty, dirty plebians were dull-witted, to be sure, but I suppose it never dawned on me at West Point that the dolorous cigarette chimneys who conveyed us to and fro in cargo trucks were completely illiterate.
As my career developed, the signs became more evident. In the American Army, an NCO spends most of their day pointing and grunting, baring their teeth and hissing at operations orders, puzzling over regulations, and throwing rocks at one another. Whatever dystopian, gerrymandered mill pond these poor creatures crawled out of, they stand united by their inability to form letters into words on paper.
Once an Eagle, the timeless bildungsroman about forbidden love on the streets of millennial Kosovo, describes the American NCO as such:
> “NCOs are short and fair-skinned, as they spend very little time outside. They have very long fingers and feet, dome shaped heads and are slightly larger than house-elves. Griphook, one of the hundreds of NCOs working at Gringotts, has a bald head, pointed nose, and pointed ears.”
Needless to say, that sort of recruiting staple does not exactly lend itself to the Lord Byrons of the public pool. True, also, that anyone who can read would never dream of enlisting in an Army. Still—as radical as my position is among peers—I believe that the American NCO can, one day, be able to read.
While the idea of an enlisted man learning to commit written data to abstract thought is a terrifying prospect to most of us, there are several tangible benefits to this radical cultural change. Firstly, if NCOs know how to read books, they will naturally cease from weekends spent guzzling peasant-grade alcohol and marrying harlots. They shall turn from their egregious holidays of sin, and instead spends weekends dipping their toes in the cool waters of Emerson and Donne. I still remember the first time I read the national folk-epic *Once... keep reading on reddit ➡
The idea I had for this Smeargle is to try to make Smeargle have two of the most powerful abilities in the game between Huge Power and Prankster while still trying to balance it out by putting some restrictions on its movepool (but still giving it access to every move in theory). It still has Smeargle's terrible speed and base stat total, with even worse bulk. And it also gets the ability Defiant just for flavor purposes.
Sp. Atk: 20->45
Sp. Def: 45->20
Abilities: Defiant, Huge Power, Prankster (Hidden)
Pokédex entries: "Its tail works like a nozzle and constantly leaks fluid. It can spray this fluid in multiple colors to create pictures." "It is notorious in urban areas. It graffitis buildings to claim them as its territory."
New move: Tag
Signature move, Tag: 1pp (Cannot be PP Up'd, like Sketch) Dark-type status move. "The user sprays an image of the opposing Pokémon, copying its moves permanently. Once used, Tag disappears. Some Pokémon cannot be tagged." Smeargle will have all 4 of its moves replaced with the target's moves, meaning it can have any move combination so long as that move combination is legal on another Pokémon. It will fail if the target is Smeargle or a mythical Pokémon (not just because of Mew but to avoid issues with VGC not allowing mythical mons). If the target originally knows Mimic, it will learn Mimic, not its mimicked move.
Sample sets (singles):
"Rocks lead" (Clefable)
Smeargle-Region @ Focus Sash
EVs: 252 HP / 4 Atk / 252 Spe
"Rocks lead" (Solrock)
Smeargle-Region @ Focus Sash
EVs: 252 HP / 4 Def / 252 Spe
IVs: 0 Atk
Notes: Solrock, Lunatone, and the Bronzong line are the only Pokémon that can learn both Stealth Rock and a sleeping move other than Sing or Yawn (except Johtonian Smeargle and Mew). The Clefable, Wigglytuff, and Blissey lines all can learn both Sing and Stealth Rock; Wigglytuff cannot get Healing Wish, and Blissey cannot get Knock Off, so Clef is the best choice for the first set. Solrock, Lunatone, and Bronzong all learn Hypnosis instead of Sing. Solrock is the best mon for the latter set compared to Lunatone and Bronzong because it gets Will-o-Wisp, and because... keep reading on reddit ➡