I forgot how to whistle yesterday.
Eventually it came back to me, but I must’ve looked like a fool standing there in the aisle at Target, pursing my lips as I tried to find the right muscle movements. I don’t recall the last time I tried to whistle, so perhaps it was lack of practice that led to my inability to remember how.
Not like riding a bicycle, whistling. Then again, it’s probably been longer since I’ve been on a bike, so I don’t have much faith that skill will return as easily either. And after the hip replacement in ’17, the nasty fall I took last summer down Jared’s steps (I offered many times to help him fix those steps and he never took me up on it), not to mention the dizzy spells and fuzzy vision that just seem to come on with no warning as of late, I’ve no business getting on a bike.
Helen watched me, her brow creased with a look of concern.
A thought crossed my mind. Am I still standing there? Was that yesterday? Where am I?
But I’m home now, laptop on my bony... keep reading on reddit ➡
Every place has their Urban Legends. Illinois has Homey the Clown, West Virginia has the Mothman, New York has Cropsey, Texas has The Candy Lady.
No matter where you go, we are always running in fear of something, some story, and my town’s no different. But instead of a story, we have a rule, and it’s the one rule everyone follows: Never whistle in the graveyard.
At an age old enough to understand, but young enough to believe it true, my dad sat me down in our living room and told me about the rule. At first I laughed. My dad was known for being a lighthearted, jovial man. But my smile soon faded as the tone of his voice changed to one of unease.
“I know it sounds make-believe” he said as his eyes welled up. “But there’s a reason it’s just you and I. I need you to promise me you’ll follow this one rule. Please for me, never whistle in the graveyard.”
His somber disposition filled me with dread as my eyes too started to feel a little stingy. But it wasn’t sadness from the painf... keep reading on reddit ➡
For reference the gold whistle was found after killing “The Crab King” (crazy guy riding a giant crab) and every time he blows into it near an ocean, 1d10 crabs crawl out and he is able to command them to do something. I have no qualms about him using it (I mean I gave it to him right?) but I’m always a fan of having things mildly backfire on my players.
When I bought my copy of assassin creed unity I did not expect it to depict a man who suffers the deliberating condition of not being able to whistle. I’m not able to whistle myself so I identify with this assassin’s plight. Though I can’t identify with the way he solves his problem. Other stealth games have other solutions to solve your character’s inability to whistle. One example is the Deus ex series where they let you throw boxes and shoot silenced weaponry near them to slowly draw your enemy to where you want them to be before whacking them. Some other games like Watch Dogs let you set off distractions so you can sneak up to your enemy.
Aron’s solution to not being able to whistle is cherry bombs. Yes cherry bombs. These bombs barely work half the time due to your enemies not being able to see or here them. You can’t even use them while hiding so they are even harder to use when they do work. Arno’s other solution is shooting a flintlock to draw his enemies closer, the probl... keep reading on reddit ➡
We need you right now. We need the truth about what’s happening, and where. Some of you have that truth. You have a short window to release what higher ups have told you to keep quiet about. Please allow us to see what’s happening in our country and decide for ourselves what we should do.
15 cases of confirmed Covid-19 is only a technical truth at best, and an obvious lie at worst. Now is your opportunity to be on the right side of history and release the information that would help American citizens prepare themselves for SARS COV2.
If not, we will still suffer, and at the same time lose hope in our leaders. Lose lose situation.
If you feel the need to inform your loved ones, you have the responsibility of informing us. We elected you for this, and there are expectations placed on you that supersede the expectations your superiors, because we elected them too.
Release the real numbers. Be loyal to Americans and the United States over being loyal to corrupt or misguided i... keep reading on reddit ➡
Then I bought a steel whistle, and it steel wooden whistle. Then I bought a tin whistle, and now I tin whistle!
I’m renting a room in a flat that was a council home in London. The estate agent rent it out for the landlord. I understand that this kind of maintenance is the landlord’s responsibility but I do not have his/her contact as the estate agent refused to give it to me. There’s been problem with the window since I moved in. It would not close properly. The maintenance guy came and did some adjustments and told me to pull hard to close it. Since last week, I haven’t had a good sleep because of the whistling noise. It seems like they won’t take any action. They didn’t let me see the actual room before moving in. I’m an international student. I’m paying £650 pm plus utilities. The room is tiny with no chair, which I have made peace with that since I have low budget. You can only fit a single bed and there less than 1 meter on the side. The point is I think I at least deserve to have the window fixed because I’m paying the rent. What can I do? Thank you.
I had two and beat the hell out of both until they were all bent and didn't work proper anymore.
I sit here not only extremely weak and sick, but extremely ashamed and livid with myself for allowing myself to sucome to this disease again. I would be just now falling asleep from a night of celebration and congratulations to a year clean and sober, but instead I lie here shaking like a fish out of water, unable to keep my body at a stable temperature, unable to hold still for 30 seconds, unable to sleep except right after vomiting, just to wake up with every inch on my body hurting to limp to the bathroom and do it all again. Grown men are not supposed to shit themselves for any reason and yet I do it everytime I vomit. Don't have the energy to bathe so I lay in the shower as the water does the work I cannot. Did this happen overnight? Absolutely not. It all started as a troubled and naive 16 year old fresh into high school, smoked weed a few times and was absolutely in love with it, why? I'm a bi polar schizophrenk and for me the pot did what the meds couldn't quite do. No, due to... keep reading on reddit ➡