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I want to leave some reminders at my partners house and need ideas!

2020.11.29 09:42 saintswitchblade I want to leave some reminders at my partners house and need ideas!

Hey, y’all! I (F29) am going to visit my partner (NB28) and my meta (we’re polyam and they live together) in a few weeks. They live in the Bay Area and I live in the PNW, so the distance isn’t awful, but it’s still awful (I’m sure y’all get that). I’m driving down and have been thinking I want to leave some little gifts, notes and things, for them to find after I leave. I already figured I’d leave one of my stuffies, a t-shirt (I’m absolutely stealing one or five of their flannels), and a rose quartz I’ve kept in my pillowcase since we started dating. Sometimes I hold the crystal in my hands and think about how much I love them, and I want to leave a note for them explaining that I filled it up with as much love as I could fit in it. 🥺
But I was curious what kinds of things like this y’all might have left for or gotten from your partner. My partner’s number one love language is gifts, and I don’t have a lot of money but I want to leave as many little things as possible, so any ideas would be wonderful! Thank you!
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2020.11.29 05:58 pugsandhugs37 Friends?

Looking for friends my age (26F) to chat with through the ups/downs/questions of this new part of my life. I love my friends but it would be nice to talk to people who understand dating, disclosures and emotions related to this. DM me and let’s be friends :) I’m in the Bay Area if that makes a difference. Maybe drinks or coffee when covid isn’t crazy!
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2020.11.29 04:15 MyDay2Day Repairs and remodeling prior to home sale

I was wondering where would be the best place to go to find someone that can take care of a lot of issues prior to a home sale and what would be worth having remodeled. I will probably need to refinish the hardwood downstairs and replace carpet upstairs certainly. The kitchen and bathrooms are pretty dated (linoleum for bathroom floors, countertops for the kitchen that are equivalent to linoleum). I just don’t want to spend a lot of money if I won’t recoup the costs. I have considered refinishing the cabinets in the bathrooms and kitchen. Any advice would be great. I’m a block from the bay in what seems to be a pretty up and coming area.
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2020.11.29 02:53 AngryaboutVideogames Frozen Homes Pt 59: New Findings

Busy work week, Luckily things should be clearing up again.

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Thanks for all the comments and replies, and I hope everyone enjoys this chapter as well!!


Chrarada smoothly walked down the bustling corridor, watching with a keen eye as the Terrans seemed to run this way and that. Some entering rooms with tools only to quickly leave with a handful of others. She even spotted a few Voktlix running around with the Terrans. Though, why they were running around on all four of their limbs and were naked with the exception of a red armoured vest sporting white markings eluded her.
Stopping to take in her surroundings, the commotion seemed somewhat disorganized at first. Though Chrarada quickly determined the pattern, realizing that it was actually very strict and orderly. Rounding down a new hall, following the map her implant was displaying, she came upon the residence of the man she been scheduled to meet with. Scheduled... It irritated her that she had to book an appointment and wait to meet with this male.
Pressing the buzzer, she impatiently waited for the acknowledgement, turning an eye to her ever-present guard Ethuci with annoyance. "You say he is crass but an honourable male?"
"Crass may be a bit too nice of a word. But he is rather pleasant when he's not working against the clock from what I've experienced." Ethuci replied, habitually studying his arm. "When he is... I wouldn't put it past him to disrespect even the leader of his own people."
"Interesting. I have met him once before, but he seemed pleasant enough. Perhaps he understood his place when I visited?" Chrarada replied, watching as the door finally opened.
To her surprise, the male she saw standing in the doorway was not quite what she remembered. The male was large, yes. But even she could tell that he seemed to have aged quite a bit... Hefty bags hung under his eyes, denoting that he was tired and worn. He had small hairs growing on his face as well, something she had not expected to see on a Terran. Though thinking back, she had observed many Terrans with hair on their face... "Do they remove it for some reason?" She mumbled to herself.
"First Tail Chrarada. It's an honour to meet you again. Please, come in." Finley replied, stumbling back to his desk.
Chrarada stepped into the room and studied her surroundings, fighting back the worry that approached her face. With her implant translating the written script of the Terrans for her, she could finally understand just what the tens of displays were transmitting. "You've done so much for us already. I didn't think that these kinds of problems still threaten us." She stated, taking up a chair opposite of Finley.
Finley swiped a few displays out of the way and brought a new one down to eye level. "Three billion is a lot of people. It's going to take some time." He replied, seemingly adjusting some graphs and shifting the display off to the side. "It's good to see you again, Ethuci."
"Likewise." Ethuci nodded as he stood behind Chrarada, observing some of the more concerning displays.
Chrarada finished her snooping and slowly turned to give Finley her undivided attention. "The server blade you brought back from the surface. I hear you have finally gained access to it but are having problems with understanding its contents."
Finley covered his mouth as he let a yawn slip by, taking a sip of his coffee afterwards. " Yeah. Something to do with understanding your history. We can probably hack it, but my tech guy doesn't want to risk breaking anything."
Chrarada thought for a moment, searching her memories for a scholar who she would trust with such an important project. "I may have someone who could help. I would need to visit him on the surface, though."
Finley nodded and keyed in a few notes onto his datapad before handing it over. "I'll leave the search to you then. Anything else you need to talk about?"
Chrarada tasted the air, ignoring the scent coming off Finley with a chuckle. "No, I think I may have answered my own question. Thank you for your time."
Getting up from her chair, Chrarada exited the room, Ignoring the small gathering of people just outside his door. " I suppose he really is a busy man." She said, deciding to head towards the shuttle bay.
"Are we not going to meet with your friend Andriet?" Ethuci asked, following Chrarada down the hall.
Chrarada shook her head and entered the lift. "I feel she may need more time to ready herself than she has been given."


Xeleidon finished passing out some small snack bars to the children as they tucked their homework into their bags. "Don't forget to warm yourselves before you leave, little ones." He reminded them, chuckling as a few scampered over to the newly built heating unit.
Moving to the back to clean up a small mess, he quickly made a mental note to help remind the children that cleaning was an essential part of life and he won't always be there to clean up after them. It wasn't until a small ping on his wrist device alerted him that the last of the children had finally left that he let out a hiss of satisfaction.
Teaching had become more peaceful for Xeleidon recently. With the Terrans prioritizing the rebuilding of schools, he had been able to lecture in warmth, allowing the children to focus and progress their studies at a more substantial rate.
Finally finishing up his cleaning, he walked over to his desk and opened a drawer, picking up a few books he happened to come across at the market the previous day. Gently tucking them into his bag, he left the classroom and walked down the hall, waving to a few parents who were collecting their children as they exited the school.
Momentarily stopping to look around, he could barely recognize the area. New homes had been built, and a new park with recreational equipment had been constructed, allowing children to bleed off excess energy they had come into with the new warmth they experienced. Xeleidon thought it unusual at first. The Terrans always seemed to go out of their way to make the children's everyday lives that much more excitable, something he appreciated but still found odd... Were they able to do such a thing due to the abundance of materials at their disposal? Or was it something they had always done? He recalled reading that his own people used to build play areas similar to what the Terrans did in the past, so it obviously must be due to their resources.
Nodding as he came to his conclusion, he turned a familiar corner and paused, noticing the residence he was eagerly approaching seemed to have a few talon guards around it. Increasing his pace, he came across one of the guardians who appeared to be impatiently waiting for someone. "Did something happen to Kahoru?" He asked, looking around as the other guards approached him.
"Are you Xeleidon?" The male asked, not answering his question.
"Yes, I am Xeleidon. Would you please tell me if Kahoru is alright?" He asked again, watching as one of the guards waved an odd device around his body.
"She is fine, scholar." The male said as the one waving a device vibrated his hood to affirm that Xeleidon did indeed pass some sort of test.
"You may continue, But know that any violence will result in your possible termination." The male stated sternly, stepping aside for Xeleidon.
Quickly walking through the door and into the house, Xeleidon turned into the home office where Kahoru regularly worked when she did not greet him. What he saw was not something he was expecting. Sure, maybe someone had broken in to steal some Terran equipment, or possibly some heat... But the sight of Chrarada sitting comfortably in a chair with perhaps the largest male he had ever seen behind her was quite terrifying in its own right.
"Xeleidon, It's a pleasure to finally meet you." Chrarada calmly stated, accepting some sort of heated beverage from Kahoru, who had entered the room from behind Xeleidon.
Xeleidon, however, was at a loss for words. He had never met with a council member nor thought he ever would, let alone the leader of his people. "Chrarada, I am humbled by your presence." He stumbled out, trying his best not to offend the pink female.
"Xeleidon." Chrarada stated, eyeing his bag with curiosity. "Word has reached me that you are archiving our written and spoken history using Terran technology. You did this of your own accord, without being directed too and without permission."
Xeleidon now realized why such an important person had visited him. It was the oversight of a century. Sharing their knowledge with a species they had just recently met was obviously a mistake on his part, one that had warranted the attention of Chrarada and her large guard. "I apologize, Chrarada, for sharing such things with the Terrans..." Pausing for a moment as he searched for words, Xeleidon put on a brave face and looked Chrarada in her eyes, flaring his hood proudly. "But I do not regret doing so. The archiving of our wisdom is something we cannot put a price upon. I would do it all over again if given a choice and will continue doing so regardless of your approval.
Chrarada slowly stood and walked directly up to Xeleidon, reaching deep into her pocket as she did so. "Good. That's what I like to see in a councillor." She said, pulling the item out of her pocket handing him a badge. "This denotes you as a member of our ruling council. You now have all the rights and privileges as such."
Xeleidon stood there in shock, his brain slowly coming to terms with what was just said as Koharu happily congratulated him. "Forgive me, but what exactly am I to be the councillor of? We already have such a position for education and science through Viscia, do we not?"
Chrarada forced the badge into his hand and turned to accept a datapad from Ethuci. "Yes. However, her position has now changed to that of science and technology. Her job will be to spearhead the advance of our species, while your job will be to make sure we understand it. With the newly built schools, it would be best to reevaluate our learning system, don't you think?"
Xeleidon thought for a moment and concluded that Chrarada was correct and placed the badge in his pocket. "I humbly accept this position, though what of my class? They will need a teacher."
"It has already been taken care of. Rest assured that there will be no break in your classes studies." Chrarada stated, informing her retinue to ready themselves for departure. "Now, I will give you a few hours for you and your mate to pack your belongings. We leave for a Terran ship as soon as your ready."
Xeleidon went stiff at the mention and mate and eyed Kahoru, who shook her head, eliciting much laughter from both Ethuci and Chrarada.
"I have seen enough pairings to know when I see one. It is quite common on the Terran moon base Leda, and you need not hide it." Chrarada stated, walking towards the door. "I would bring as many historical documents as you can. Your first task is rather daunting."


Michael parked the craft and disengaged the engine, watching as the power slowly reached zero. "Well, we're here! Nothing like taking your date to the middle of nowhere." He said with a grin, watching as Srettia kicked open her door and popped out of the car.
"IT'S THE DESERT!!!" Srettia yelled, happily jumping onto the sand.
Michael got out of the car and walked around to the back, lifting the trunk and pushing it back onto the roof. "Well, that didn't take long." He said, watching as Srettia threw off her shirt and pants, revealing a tight-fitting swimsuit.
Srettia watched as Michael began lifting the back panelling to reveal his sought after prize, grabbing a heavy-looking handle and pulling, grunting as he hauled the trunk fabricator into place. "You could have asked for help." She said, walking over as Michael activated the device.
"But then how will I impress my lovely lady with my manly strength." Michael replied, beginning to print off some essential beach supplies.
Srettia looked at the automatic deploy button and sighed, taking a second to take a look at her surroundings. "It's a bunch of sand!"
"Yup, and it gets everywhere," Michael replied, watching Srettia dive into the ground.
Letting her instincts guide her, Srettia began vibrating her body, wriggling into the sand and grinning as it slowly covered her. "Look! It's like zeroG!" She said, slowly swimming through the sand like it was water.
Michael watched with amusement as Srettia moved through the sand, Placing a large blanket and activating the repulsor to keep the sand from accumulating on top of it. "That's pretty impressive, you know. I thought you just kind of... Ya know, covered yourself in the sand, but I guess you can move through it too?" He asked.
Srettia swam up to the blanket and popped her head up from the sand, grinning like a small child at the discovery. "This is great! It's like I'm a spooky monster from one of your horror movies!"
Michael finished placing the food and drinks onto the blanket as he watched Srettia swim around in the sand, chuckling as she paused to poke her head up every minute or so. "I guess we really do need to pick up a sandbox for you. How did you not know you could do this?"
Srettia swam back to Michael and poked her head up, laying it onto the blanket. "I dunno. School was mostly math, language, science and how to survive. And the sciencey bit was kinda everyday stuff. History was for rich kids. Maybe they know we can do this?"
Michael shrugged and grabbed a beer, popping the top while Srettia enjoyed her time in the sand. "Well, that will probably change, might take a bit, though." Michael stated, Watching as Srettia's eyes narrowed as she buried her head back into the sand.
Michael closely watched in amusement as the small moving mound that was Srettia quickly moved elsewhere, slipping off into the distance as if on a mission, only slowing down as if tiring of her activity.
Srettia slowed, allowing her instincts to guide her in a way she honestly quite enjoyed. Waiting for what felt like an eternity as venom pooled in her mouth, she burst forth from the sand and spit her gathered venom at a small creature that was attempting to hide in the shade of a small bush. "I GOT IT!" She yelled, running over and picking up a small mouse.
Michael laughed in amusement as Srettia trotted over with her catch, bringing up the local wildlife catalogue to ensure nothing in the area was endangered. "Well, that was amusing. I wouldn't make a habit of doing that, though." He stated, watching as Srettia dropped the Jerboa onto the blanket like a cat.
Giving Michael a grin, Srettia sat in triumph and grabbed a bottle of warm water. "Is it edible?"
Michael looked at the small mouse and shrugged. "I guess... Not a lot of meat on it, though."
Srettia smiled and dug her tail into the sand, savouring the heat as she drank her water. " Do you think my home looked like this before?" She asked, looking into the sandy wasteland. "I mean. I've seen some pictures.. but they were just stills, you know? Not like this... This feels real."
Michael chucked the mouse into the reclaimer and printed off some snacks. "Well, I would think it should feel real, seeing as it is. But to answer your question, I think you already know the answer. You're swimming around in the sand like it's something you've done since birth."
Srettia nodded in understanding as she accepted the meat stick, quickly taking a bite and frowning at the taste. "This mouse isn't tasty at all."
"Nope. It is not." Michael replied, placing his snack onto the blanket.
Srettia laughed and moved over to Michael, dropping her water as she snuggled into his side and ran her hand up his chest. "Thank you."


"You sure you're allowed to do this?" Ankiah asked as Mr. Graeme led her down the hall.
"Yeah, I've already cleared it with a friend of mine. He's curious to see what happens as well." Mr. Graeme replied, coming up to a room and hitting the open command.
Ankiah gazed in wonder as the door slid open, revealing a massive hangar and happily ran into the middle as she eyed the few mechs seemingly in for repair. "This is so cool!" She stammered out, not noticing the few engineers watching her in wonder.
"Yup sure is." Mr. Graeme replied, walking over to a friend and giving off a massive smile. "Indris! It's good to see you, old friend."
"James! I haven't seen you in over a year, how've ya been? Indris replied, taking James hand with a grin.
"Over the moon If you must know. As you most likely heard by now, my idiot son brought home a bunch of aliens. Most notably, that lady over there." James replied, pointing to Ankiah, who was running around, inspecting the mechs.
"So... She wants to be tested? I'm not sure it'll work on an alien." Indris replied, walking over to the simulator.
"Well, I kinda offhandedly said I would take her to get tested. I figured the worst that could happen is a zero precenter." James replied, beginning to help Indris set up the machine.
Taking a few hours to properly prepare the machine, allowing Ankiah to run around and harass both pilots and mechanics, James and Indris finally finished their task. Making a scene as they waved Ankiah over, giving her a few minutes to say her goodbyes.
Upon approaching, Ankiah noticed the simulator was set up a bit differently from the cockpits she had been shown. "What's up with this, old man?" She asked, studying the machine.
James stepped back and motioned for Ankiah to take a seat. "Well, it'll scan your noggin and body to make sure you're compatible first. We're kind of skipping a few parts, but Indris here tells me it'll give an accurate reading within one percent."
Ankiah nodded a jumped into the machine, allowing Indris to place the modified helmet onto her head. "I figured you would like, take blood and poke me with machines and such. This isn't so bad." She said.
"Normally, we would." Indris replied, moving back to his work station. "Seeing as you're alien, we really wouldn't be able to get an accurate reading until we can compare it to a few other of your kind, so I'm skipping all that to see how the system reacts to your body. The reason it took so long was I had to install a bunch of old-style fail-safes and security measures to make sure you wouldn't get hurt."
Ankiah nodded as the system came to life, humming for a few seconds before lighting up. Staying still as instructed by both James and Indris, Ankiah felt like hours flew by as the system ran some sort of test on her before shutting off.
"Alright, that's it!" Indris stated, getting up from his station and walking over to Ankiah, helping her take the gear off.
"How did I do!?" Ankiah eagerly asked.
"Uhhh. We're going to have to run some actual tests. The system is telling me your fully compatible. Like, one hundred percent across the board on control, reaction, and integration." Indris replied, looking to James in confusion.

Xeleidon's first appearance
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2020.11.29 01:15 Pretty_iin_Pink NSW reports 0 new local cases and 4 new overseas cases - 🍩

NSW reports 0 new local cases and 4 new overseas cases - 🍩

𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝟮𝟰 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀:

  • 4 are returned overseas travellers in hotel quarantine.
  • No locally acquired cases, TWENTY-TWO days in a row!
  • 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩


𝗖𝗮𝘀𝗲 + 𝗧𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆

Last Updated: 29/11; 11:00 am - ✅ NEW DATA
  • "Active cases" are updated during the day, when the data is released.

𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 [𝗢𝗰𝘁-𝗡𝗼𝘃]

Last Updated: 27/11; 10:50 am
The figure below shows the number of confirmed cases per day, separated by source (e.g., overseas, interstate and local). This data is retrieved from NSW.Data, therefore it is likely to be a day (or so) behind the current date. Click on the image to enlarge.

𝗖𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗗-𝟭𝟵 𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝘆 [𝗢𝗰𝘁 - 𝗡𝗼𝘃]

Last Updated: 29/11; 11:00 am - ✅ NEW DATA
The below graph maps the number of tests per day for October (orange) and November (blue) 2020. The red line plots the 7-day moving average, and the black broken line shows the NSW goal of conducting ≥ 8,000 COVID-19 tests per day. Click on the image to enlarge.

𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵 + 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲 [𝗝𝗔𝗡 ⭢ 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁]

Last Updated: 27/11; 10:50 am
FYI: For now, I have removed the "𝗥𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗟𝗛𝗗/𝗟𝗚𝗔 + 𝗣𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗰𝗼𝗱𝗲" table from the daily post. This is because all recent cases in NSW have been acquired overseas, and are in hotel quarantine.

💩 𝗩𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗡𝗦𝗪 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿

Last Updated: 29/11; 10:45 am
NSW Health releases weekly surveillance reports that provide information about positive samples of COVID-19 in our wastewater systems. The table below provides the most recent data that is publicly available [14/11].

𝙍𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 + 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙮𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙨

Last Updated: 27/11; 10:25 am
In addition to the above, NSW Health posts up to date public health alerts as positive samples of viral fragments are detected. In each of these cases, if you live in an area that is served by the treatment plans, you should monitor for symptoms:

📚️ 𝗿/𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗗𝗼𝘄𝗻𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗡𝗦𝗪 𝗥𝗲𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲𝘀:

1. NSW daily post: Sources of information
2. Clusters: original identification and source
3. NSW Sewage Surveillance Program
4. NSW-relevant Media and Press Releases
5. Current NSW restrictions
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2020.11.28 21:19 the_arcadian00 Work from Home Rig (all of MS Office, especially Excel and VBA, Bloomberg)

What will you be doing with this PC? Be as specific as possible, and include specific games or programs you will be using.
Speed, guys. That's all I want. My company issue laptop is crap. I can't abide waiting more than 5 seconds for things to respond to my clicks. Need something that is lightning fast when flipping between 10+ large Excel files (see: financial models, often running VBA), occasional Python scripts, open alongside your standard office applications (Office suite, Chrome, etc.) and software like Bloomberg Anywhere. I'd also occasionally like to be able to run Zwift on the machine (see at least "Better" specs here).
What is your maximum budget before rebates/shipping/taxes?
Whatever it takes, but ideally not beyond $2k or $2.5k.
When do you plan on building/buying the PC? Note: beyond a week or two from today means any build you receive will be out of date when you want to buy.
Next few months.
What, exactly, do you need included in the budget? (ToweOS/monitokeyboard/mouse/etc)
Which country (and state/province) will you be purchasing the parts in? If you're in US, do you have access to a Microcenter location?
US, Northern California (bay area).
If reusing any parts (including monitor(s)/keyboard/mouse/etc), what parts will you be reusing? Brands and models are appreciated.
MX Master mouse; some shitty dual ASUS monitors (don't particularly care for graphics; would use Zwift on the TV anyways).
Will you be overclocking? If yes, are you interested in overclocking right away, or down the line? CPU and/or GPU?
Are there any specific features or items you want/need in the build? (ex: SSD, large amount of storage or a RAID setup, CUDA or OpenCL support, etc)
Do you have any specific case preferences (Size like ITX/microATX/mid-towefull-tower, styles, colors, window or not, LED lighting, etc), or a particular color theme preference for the components?
No preference.
Do you need a copy of Windows included in the budget? If you do need one included, do you have a preference?
Do not need a copy of Windows. Can log in with 365.
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2020.11.28 17:50 bassingpreeze17 29 [M4F] LosAngeles - COVID Free Grad Student for Pandemic Cuddles and More

Greetings all, I'm guessing my as advertised title was enough to catch your attention
I'm Joseph, it's a pleasure.
If you're stopping by this post it's mostly likely because you may be like me. Doing your best to follow the rules during the pandemic, holding on but still feeling like you miss good human connection and maybe just want someone to connect with as well as keep you warm till you fall asleep. (Trust me I feel the heat after being locked in for so long, I have no filter anymore and I'm ready to go to town but I like to make sure we connect a bit first). I've poked my head into other spaces but dating apps feel a bit less personal than a long winded essay about me so here I am
Anyways, hopefully my blurbs and willingness to talk will attract you and keep wanting to chat more and get into it before we start keeping each other warm. If you're looking for something that's a little more than just a hook up, look no further because this one has details that won't completely disappoint. So lets get to it:
Stats (so you can size me up): I'm 29 years old, 6'0 tall, brown hair and eyes, white/hispanic mixed, in decent shape, 170lbs, 7 inches and thick, college educated (BA in Communications, and applying to Grad School), can travel/drive, don't mind some weekend drinking but I watch myself and while enjoy an edible sparingly here and there, I'm drug free otherwise and polite and laid back.
Career and Hobbies:Work wise I work for small businesses as a project and digital media manager, usually helping them grow. Currently I'm with an electrical contractor and I help them manage projects and their digital output (mostly advertising but how they do it online) and I also do a bit of teaching on the side to kids in music programs but that's obvs on hold right now with how the world is turning. And as far as hobbies I'm big into video games, I like to collect and learn about old and new projects and try out new games as much as I can. I also like following movies and shows. I'm a big fan of new cooking recipes and when quarantine isn't happening I do like traveling
My status: I'm single. My last relationship ended months ago and it wasnt a long one, COVID just ensured it wouldn't last. It sucks but we mutually made the best call and we are still friends now. With that, I've taken some time to myself and I'm finding being single to feel good. Still, it's been awhile since I've just been on my own and while I know I'll be fine by myself for now, the pandemic makes meeting new people in a more normal fashion tough so here I am shooting my shot. I'm just trying to see who I meet and if there's any kind of decent connections to be made. No pressure, just looking for a grade A friend with benefits.
What I'm into/looking for: Now here's where you come in, as my title says I'm looking for some casual fun and connection. Appearance wise i don't have a long list of preferences, but thickecurvier body types tend to be what I find myself attracted to. Need my dose of thick thighs. Age wise I figure 18-60 is a fair range. As long as you're legal lol, and I do mean that up to 60, i do have an eye for older ladies. And I have no ethnic background preference but I've happened to mostly date white, hispanic and asian women (could be that's who I attract, just an observation not a limitation) so that is what it is but all shades and backgrounds are welcome. Beyond appearance as long as we can carry a conversation together and click in that regard I think we'll get along fine.
Anyways, if my description sounds like the kind of man you are after, send me details or what you think we'd have in common and a pic of you will get some of me. Also I am in the general South Bay of LA and can't always host so those two are pluses if you are in the area and can.
Lets keep each other sane and satiated as we can during this quarantine.
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2020.11.28 15:04 StormerHVM AL: A Civilian's View Chapter 2: Course Change

A Massive Convoy of 50 ships crosses the Atlantic. They were initially protected by 3 Guided Missile Destroyers of the Royal Navy. The ships arranged themselves in a box formation with the escorts screening the sides. For days, they sailed in the rough seas. Upon reaching the half-way point between Halifax and Liverpool, the DDGs separated from them, replaced by World war II era ships; a Town-class cruiser, Attacker-class Escort Carrier, and 4 C-class destroyers.
In an open area on the Celestine's Bridge, Devin observes their new escorts with his binoculars. Their ship is located on the Convoy's left most side in line with the center column. With the cold Atlantic winds, Dev, along with his bridge peers, wear standard white fur coats. He stared at a nearby destroyer, still a bit dumbfounded at his sight. There was no crew at the destroyer, not a single one. After staring for minutes, He went back inside the bridge.
Upon entering, he gestured to the Captain that they talk in private. The Captain walked towards him, near the door. "Cap'n, what're those ships? They're antique-looking, but they have no crews." Dev asked.
"They're mass-produced drone-ships. So being unmanned is a feature."
"But why the antique weapons? I mean, isn't it more potent to use the more modern DD's?"
"That I do not know. The military ain't exactly public about revealing classified technology. But from what I heard, those things do their job."
"I hope they do. Or else we'll all be annihilated."
"Hey, no negativity. We've only been at sea for 3 days, yet you're already looking glum."
"Can't help it, Sir. I don't feel safe in the slightest. We're--"
"That's enough. Go get yourself breakfast; your watch is over anyway." Captain interjected. Dev looked at his watch; it was already 8:20 am. His watch time is until 8 am.
"It looks like your just hungry." the Captain spoke.
"Then I'll just take my leave, Sir." Dev saluted the Captain and exited the bridge. He went down the stairs to head to the dining room, crossing multiple doors within the ship before reaching the place. Upon arriving there, he saw a familiar face waving his arm at him; It was Aulney. Dev proceeded to take some food, choosing to eat a Bacon and Egg Sandwich along with some coffee. He then walked to Aulney and sat beside him.
"How was the watch?" Aulney asked while sipping his drink.
"Nothing special, it's just that our escorts got replaced." Dev quickly took a bite at his sandwich.
"Replaced by what?"
"Unmanned ships." Dev drank some of his coffee before continuing. "You know a few rumors in the military, care to share?"
"Well, I heard most of it from a drunk Royal officer. So it may not be real. And, none of my rumors have something to do with 'unmanned ships' "
"Hit me."
"Well, that officer rambled about a certain Commander being a lucky guy because he commands an army of women. That man was Really drunk for him to babble around with his fantasies. What the hell is an army of women anyway?" Aulney smiled at the thought.
"I need a serious answer, Aul. What else did he say that has nothing to do with women?" Dev asked again with an earnest tone.
"We fight the Sirens using those Kansen, right? From what I heard, they were created using siren technology." Aulney replied with a gloomy tone.
He gave his friend a worried stare. "Siren Tech? I thought it was our research?"
"Yeah, the drunk man said they just handed down some sort of cube to us for free. Those Sirens destroyed all navies within a week, and for 6 years, denied us access to these oceans--" Aulney paused for a moment. "We were starting to shoot each other just for resources. If they left us alone for a few more years, we would've annihilated ourselves. All of a sudden, they wanted to save us..."
An awkward silence settled in between the two. Dev wasn't expecting his friend to start rambling. He quickly finished his sandwich, leaving only the coffee to finish.
"So, how's your new post?" Devin asked, hoping to lighten the mood.
"It's fine; I'm basically operating enlarged car engines."
"The Diesels here are nothing like car engines."
"They still do the same job, which is to move whatever they are powering."
Dev took another sip of his coffee, giving his friend a small nod to agree with his statement. "The ship is quite old. Most of the equipment here is still in the '80s; it's been through a lot." Aulney remarked.
"How'd you know it's from the '80s?"
"I read the labels," Aulney replied with a smirk.
"Well, the ship got retrofitted six months ago, so most of the tech here is up to date. But, they only reworked a bit of the machinery."
"How old is this ship anyway?"
"I think around 4 decades. This ship was just lying around some scrapyard in the Union. They recommissioned it to keep up with the demand for new cargo ships."
Suddenly, the ship's alarm blared. Realizing the emergency, Dev instructed his friend, "Aulney, go back to the engine room to assist Chief. I'll go back to the bridge." Aulney nodded in reply. With haste, both men stood from the table and went their separate ways.
Dev adjusted his coat and sprinted towards the bridge. While climbing the stairs, prop planes flew overhead, followed by biplanes. When he reached the bridge, the Captain was listening over at the radio. He took a glance at Dev; before placing the radio down and walking over to the PA to announce the news to the whole ship.
"All crew be on alert. Enemy ships were just spotted on the left side of the Convoy. The Commodore ordered a course change to avoid harm, but be on alert; we might get attacked anytime." The Captain put down the PA to announce his orders to the men in front of him.
"Mr. Dale, steady on a course to bearing 300 North of west; time the turn with the Convoy," he ordered while pointing at the helmsman. "Mr. Finch, plot our route. The Convoy will revert back to a Direct course at point Foley." this time, he pointed to the Navigator. "Mr. Posh, Maintain crew readiness and alert, and be on stand by for directing damage control," he ordered while pointing at Devin.
"Aye, aye, Sir." Each of them replied. The Captain then proceeded to check the escorts. 2 Destroyers we're breaking formation to intercept the Siren threat, with the light cruiser following shortly. In the distance, multiple ominous-looking ships can be seen. Dev busied himself commanding most of the deck crew, instructing them to close the bulkheads below the waterline and telling the passengers to stay in their bunks. The Convoy then proceeded to change direction, moving away from the threat.

It's now 3 days since the little scuffle with the Sirens. The Convoy slowly closed in on their destination. Now they are in Irish waters, with Liverpool being around a day away. No other incident has happened since then. On the Celestine, they prepare to separate from the Convoy along with 2 other ships; Their destination, Casablanca, Morocco. The Captain of the Celestine converses with the Commodore, along with the other captains of the 2 vessels joining them. Dev idly waits for the Captain; he checks his watch for the time; 4:48 pm. When his Skipper finished his conversation, he gave a look of dismay. Something didn't go well. Dev walked to the Captain to know the bad news.
"Skip, you alright?" He asked worriedly.
"Not quite... My negotiations for escorts were denied. We're going to proceed to Casablanca unprotected..." Dev now made a disappointed face, biting his lip. The Captain saw this, so he continued. "However, our planned route will follow the Iberian coastline. We should be safe in case of emergencies."
Dev replied to the Captain with a nod. His Skipper then proceeded to issue orders.
"Mr. Dale, Prepare to follow the Embirikos. We'll be breaking formation soon. Devin, you have the bridge; work with Mr. Finch on our route. I'll be taking my rest." The men saluted in confirmation of the orders. After which, the Captain left the bridge. Dev then walked over to Finch to review the routes.
"How close are we gonna be on the coastline?" Dev asked.
"Around 20 Nautical Miles. It's a pity that we can't cross the Bay of Biscay; it would be much safer if we're near the Orthodoxy's coast. The place was heavily mined during the war. Up until now, it's still littered with those things." Finch replied.
"Yeah, I hope we don't encounter any rough storms, though. Or else we'll have lots of problems."
"Don't jinx us."
"I know," Dev replied with an exhausted tone. Being the second in command of the ship has taken a toll on him. His work resulted in a change in his sleeping patterns. And, he really didn't have a gift for sleeping well at sea. With the skies slowly turning dark, Dev proceeded to keep watch on the radar.

Their ship then broke formation from the Convoy, along with the 2 other vessels. Forming a line, with them being at the back. They slowly adjusted their course towards their destination. Dev continued to supervise the ship; this time, his watch will end at 8:30 pm. Nothing was out of the norm as nighttime fell. But as time continued to pass by, Dev observed that the radar screen began to distort ever so slightly. He dismissed it, thinking it was just nothing. After a few minutes, it distorted again. He restarted the screen to fix it. However, the problem continued to reappear, getting worse each time it came back. After a while, Dev began to pound on the screen, frustrated by the malfunctioning radar.
"Dev, you seeing this?" Finch asked.
"You getting it too?" Dev asked back.
"Yeah, the GPS is going all over the place. The same goes for the compass..."
Dev adjusted a few knobs and flicked a few switches, hoping to restore the radar back to working order, with Finch doing the same with the navigation system. Both men continued to try to no avail. Dev then took a nearby Walkie Talkie.
"Chief, You there?" Dev asked.
"Still here, how can I be of assistance?" A man with an English accent replied.
"I'm getting some kind of interference on the radar and navigation, and it's slowly getting worse. Mind sending someone here?"
"Likewise, Sir. The engines are working fine, but our equipment here seems to be having some trouble, although not too badly. I'll just send Willis there to assist."
"Thank's Chief."
Dev then proceeded to the ship's radio, intending to hail the other vessels in front of him.
"Atter, Embirkos. Celestine here, mind if I ask if you're experiencing some kind of interference with your electronics?"
"Atter here, It seems like we have the same problem."
"Celestine, Embirikos. We can confirm we also have the problem, we're trying to....."
"Hello? Embirikos?" Dev radioed back, but all he can hear is static.
"Atter, you there?" Again, only static greeted him. He couldn't help but feel there was something wrong. Dev walked over to PA to call the Captain.
"Captain, we need you at the bridge." Placing the receiver down, He then walked to the front of the bridge with a pair of binoculars. He then checked at the vessel in front of him, the Embirikos. The ship's lights were working, with its bridge crew doing tasks, presumably fixing the problem. Dev then scanned around, looking for signs of possible threats, but all he can see is darkness. Minutes later, the electrician, Willis, arrived.
"Sir." The boy saluted. "I've checked most of the wirings. Nothing seems to be off. I can restart the system if you'd like, but we'll be down for a few hours."
"Can you make it less than an hour?" Dev asked.
"I can if it's only one, but most of our electronics are experiencing this. So, I suggest restarting the entire system, Sir." Dev pondered on the boy's reply, wondering which choice to make.
"Proceed with restarting the whole system. If possible, prioritize fixing the radio."
"Yes, Sir." The boy saluted and left the bridge. Dev then walked over to Finch, who is now looking at a map.
"Finch, can you plot a course to the Orthodoxy's coast?"
"Why is that?" He replied with a doubtful look.
"I can't help but feel we're in the midst of something ominous." Dev paused. "I want us to be prepared."
"I'll try. The mines are the only problem here. I don't know where the Orthodoxy placed em."
"We have some intel on the depth of the bay. They mostly place mines in shallow areas, right?"
"I think so... But still... I can't guarantee a completely safe passage. We'll have to radio in on the Orthodoxy for help."
"The radio ain't exactly working right now, so do your best. Tell me when you're done, I'll fill in the Captain when he arrives." Finch then proceeded to work. Dev continued to observe the surroundings with the binoculars. After a while, the Captain finally arrived.
"Cap'n." Dev saluted. "Care to explain the emergency Dev?" The Captain asked.
"Around 30 minutes ago, our electronics started malfunctioning. I suspect they're being affected by some kind of interference. But, I don't know where or what is causing it."
"Did you radio the others?"
"I did, but the radio is out. As of now, the system is being restarted. Hopefully, all it needs is a restart. Also, I asked Mr. Finch to plot a direct course for the Orthodoxy."
"Good work. I'll take over from here. Go keep an eye out; there might be..."
Suddenly, A bright beam of Red light streaked from the darkness, hitting the Embirikos. A massive explosion ensued, lighting up the nearby surroundings. The men in the Celestine stared in shock at the horrific sight.
"LEFT FULL RUDDER!!!" The Captain yelled, but his crew is petrified. Their ship continued forward to the burning Embirikos; if they don't maneuver, both ships will collide. Small explosions continue to rattle the Embirikos until an even more massive explosion blew the Embirikos in half. The scale of the blast shattered the windows of Celestine's bridge, forcing the men to take cover. This snapped Dev out of his daze.
"TURN THE DAMN WHEEL!!!" Dev shouted at the helmsman, who turned to the right side, opposite of what the Captain ordered. The ship barely collided with the sinking Embirkos. However, another streak of light came from Celestine's bow. Narrowly avoiding them; if they turned left, they would've certainly been dead already. Then another beam streaked from the right, after which another explosion can be seen; The Atter's been hit. The lead vessel suffers the same fate as the Embirikos; massive explosions followed, with the ship exploding in half later. They were next.
The supposed dark night sky quickly turned crimson, illuminating an armada of Siren ships, with red line accents, that surrounded the Celestine; their guns pointed at her. Hundreds of Siren aircraft zoomed over the skies, and a bright pillar of red light is seen in the distance. The Bridge crew now tremor in fear; they couldn't believe what they saw. Their minds, now occupied with the thought of impending death. Then, a massive burst of energy hit the ship, knocking out all electronics and machinery within; they were now dead in the water, further amplifying the crew's fears.
In the distance, a figure stares at Celestine. Its silhouette boasted a shape that looks like a manta ray. It was about to order the destruction of the lone cargo ship. However, it was belayed by the crackle of her radio.
"Tester... How goes the simulation?"
"It is proceeding well, Observer. There just seems to be an unknown variable that appeared; I am just about to eliminate it." Tester replied while charging her cannons.
"...hmmm... How about we keep that unknown variable for now? Let's see if this variable can affect the outcome~." Observer suggested
"Are you sure about this Observer?"
"Very. Let's try something different today, shall we~?"
"If you say so, Observer."
Tester then proceeded to glide towards the disabled ship. She is wondering how this slight change in the plans can affect the results. Nevertheless, she will follow the command of her superior; it is her task, after all, to test the parameters of the simulation.
On the bridge of the Celestine, the crew tries desperately to connect with people below the deck. The sudden burst of energy completely knocked out most of the electronics, so they had no means to communicate wirelessly with the crew below. While doing so, they begin to wonder why they are still alive. By now, the Sirens should've obliterated them to nothing but ashes. Dev was feeling frustrated from their failed attempts of bringing back power. He began banging on the instruments, which caught the attention of the Captain.
"Mr. Posh, Stop that! You're an officer! If you breakdown now, so will the crew. May I remind you that you are in charge of their safety? So, be composed." The Captain reprimanded him.
"I... I apologize for my misconduct... Sir..." Dev replied while clenching his fists.
"You better be." He replied to Dev. The Captain then closed his eyes for a while. Deciding which decision he should make. The Sirens spared them, for now. He knows that they might change their mind at any minute. Ordering the crew to abandon ship would be the best option, but there is no way of knowing if rescue will come. They can stay and try to restore their radio, so they can call for help, but that will take time. Both choices had their perks, but which one is the best?
"Mr. Posh, what are your thoughts on ordering an abandon ship?" He asked. Devin was now deep in thought, pondering on about the question.
"I think we should stay and try to restore power, Sir," Dev replied.
"Why is that? that's very risky."
"The Sirens are known for sinking vessels on sight. If they spared us now, that means they plan on using us for something. Because if they really wanted to sink us, they would've done so minutes ago."
The Captain nodded in agreement with Dev's statement. However, the Navigator, Finch, doesn't seem too amazed.
"They can change their minds at any time. The longer we stay on the ship, the more time we give them to change their decision." Finch argued.
"If they really wanted to destroy us, they would've already done so. There's no use in sparing a lowly cargo ship like us. We're just ants to them." Dev grimly replied.
"Exactly, that is why we should leave immediately; we're just ants they're preparing to crush."
"That's enough, both of you calm down." The Captain intervened. "I've thought about it. We'll stay on the ship and restore it to working order. Radios being the number one priority."
Both men nodded in agreement to the Captain's decision. However, they heard a thud. They all looked at the helmsman who is now sitting on the floor, trembling with fear. Slowly, they all looked at the window. Fear surged again on their minds; as a woman's figure floated in front of the bridge tower. She was smiling sadistically at the crew. After which, the radio in the bridge crackled to life... A woman's voice is then heard...
"Greetings, crew of the Celestine. Would you mind if we have a chat?"
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2020.11.28 08:13 Obvious-Chocolate-52 9 Place to visit in south India?

9 Place to visit in South India???

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an undeniable bundle of magnificence and beauty. The map of the Southern part of India includes the states like Karnataka, Andhra Pradesh, Kerala, Tamil Nadu, and Telangana. A major takeaway on visiting South India is Rejuvenation. The serene air of this region enables one to restore his senses. The tranquil culture, majestic temples, hypnotizing hill stations, and lavish forest lands are some of the luring reasons why one visits South India. It truly owns a specific and unique culture that separates it apart from the rest of the nation. It has an appealing as well as a strong identity in terms of architecture, traditions, food, nature, etc. There are such huge numbers of best places to visit in South India that it’s hard to choose just a couple!


The city of Hampi is a UNESCO World Heritage Site with bombastic authentic excellence that transports you back in time. It is home to the kingdom of victorious Vijayanagar, one of the renowned Hindu realms in India’s history. The old kingdom owns some incredibly enthralling debris dating back to the fourteenth century, intriguingly blend with enormous rocks in the background. Alongside, the Virupaksha Temple, Hazara Rama Temple, and Hampi Bazaar are few major attractions in the city.


Home to countless complicatedly designed rock-cut temples and monuments, Mahabalipuram inhales a profound history and exhales a complex history of ancient Pallavas. It is nestled between the Great Salt Lake and the Bay of Bengal. It is also remarked as a world heritage site by UNESCO because of the numerous remains and wonders of previous civilisations. Mahabalipuram is also a beach town with a great tourist influx every year to majorly visited places like Shore Temple, Panch Rathas, Stone model industry, and Arjuna’s Penance. When in Tamil Nadu, you must not miss the fun events like Surfing and Turtle walking.


The backwaters of Kerala are an amazing sight, especially at the break of first light. Alleppey with its backwaters and houseboats is also known as ‘Venice of the East’. Surfing on the sensitive waters and cruising along the palm-bordered trenches are perhaps the most fun activities in Kerala. The famous Indian food and chilling with beer can elevate your experience altogether on the boats. The exact words from your mouth would be, Euphoria! It is the most soothing place to visit in South India. Among other sightaseeing destinations are Marari Beach, Krishnapuram Palace, and Vembanad Lake.


Popularly known as a beach destination, Puducherry is a curious little town with fantastic French architecture and henceforth, also recognized as ‘French Capital of India’. Well known amongst the travellers for its promenade alongside the ocean, Puducherry invites you to an entirely unexpectedly amazing climate. The list of things to do in Puducherry includes absorbing the peaceful environment, exploring the rocky beaches, a road trip to Auroville, feast in tasty cafés or relish the local food, and peruse the boutiques. Frequently visited places are Sri Aurobindo Ashram, Pondicherry Museum, The paradise beach, Basilica of the Sacred Heart of Jesus.


Ooty is often regarded as the ‘Queen of Hill Stations’ and one of the most inviting places in South India. Take the toy train from Mettupalayam, go sailing, and take in the Nilgiri slopes in the wake of moving up the Dodabetta top. Regardless of how frequently you go to Ooty, it never neglects to flabbergast you. Ooty houses plenty of pleasant sprawling tea plantations, verdant gardens, and scenic lakes. The hill station is offering something to all kinds of travellers, from nature sweethearts to adventurers, history nerds and architectural fans. Make sure your itinerary includes a visit to Tea Museum and connect with nature at the Botanical Garden, participate in exercises like trekking and drifting, wonder about the nineteenth century St. Stephen’s Church which is an ideal example of Gothic design.


Settled at the lower regions of Chamundi slopes in Karnataka, Mysore has an amazing regal legacy. With the petrichor vibes in the air, Mysore is the perfect destination for rejuvenation. It is celebrated widely for the mesmerizing Mysore Palace, which has a fundamental position in the list of India’s grandest palaces. If you happen to be there during night hours, it reflects the most sparkling sight ever with 10,000 lights. You can likewise look at the incredible Jagmohan Palace, where you can see South India’s stunning fine art and antiquities. For nature sweethearts, a visit to Brindavan Gardens (professional flowerbed) and Karanaji Lake (the biggest lake in the state) is an unquestionable requirement.


The city of Madurai is over 4,000 years of age and has earned a significant place for Tamil culture and heritage. The Antiquated Madurai is the land of foundation to the most magnificent Meenakshi Temple, which is as old as this city. The city has such a wonderful atmosphere and visiting sites which can be easily explored on foot. Try not to miss the 12-day Chithirai Festival, including a re-authorized heavenly wedding of God and Goddess. The seventeenth-century Tirumalai Nayak Palace, the nineteenth-century Saint Mary’s Cathedral, Vilachery Pottery Village and Gandhi Memorial Museum are other places to seek.


The Lepakshi Temple also called Veerbhadra temple is located in the little district of Anantpur District of Andhra Pradesh. The Lepakshi Temple is a presentation of ageless craftsmanship and astounding design. Lepakshi is socially and archaeologically critical as it goes about as the prime area of the hallowed place devoted to Veerabhadra. Aside from the building significance, the sanctuary as indicated by Skanda Purana is a divyakshetra, as it were, a significant journey goal of Lord Shiva.


A land that staggers the tourists by its effortless landmark Charminar, Hyderabad is one of the most visited spots in Telangana. Hyderabad is celebrated for its delicious Haleem and Patthar Kebab, and can be found in any and every café you enter. There are some supremely gorgeous places in Telangana which can’t be missed such as the Golconda Fort, Makkah Masjid, Salarjung Museum, Qutb Shahi Tombs. Hussain Sagar Lake, and Birla Mandir.
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2020.11.28 05:57 droolpool_org Be careful what you wish for! I found this while looking for some erotica.

Sue came out of the consultant’s room in floods of tears as Tim had his arms around her, trying to comfort her. Other couples waiting to see the same consultant looked at her fearfully in the dread that their news would be as bad as hers obviously had been. Tim led her out to their car, buckled her seat belt on and set off for home. At home he directed her to the settee and sat down beside her as she buried her head ion his shoulder and wept bitterly. He patted her gently, not really knowing what to say or do as he was shocked by what the consultant had told them.
Eventually, Sue’s sobbing reduced somewhat, and she lifted her tear stained face to look at Tim.
“So that’s it. We can’t have and we can’t even have IVF treatment either because my womb is too deformed. It’s all my fault and I so wanted to have children.”
With that, she buried her head again as deep sobs wracked her body.
“Sue, you can’t help the way you were born. You heard the consultant. You’ve been that way since before birth and there’s nothing you or anyone could do about it. Look, I love you, no matter what. You know I’d do anything for you. Oh, love! I’m so sorry!”
Somehow that comment about doing anything for her seeped through her sorrow and lodged in her memory and later triggered other thoughts. Over the next few days, they both began to come to terms with their grief as they had to get back to school after the half term holiday. She was an primary school teacher and he taught PE and Games at the local secondary school.
A month on, they were sitting together on the same settee and he did his best to show her by physical contact that he still loved and adored her.
“Tim, you know when we came home from the hospital, you said that you’d do anything for me? Did you really mean that?”
Tim replied, “Of course I did. I’ve told you that I love you and I’d do anything for you, you know that!”
“I do, love, but I wanted to make sure. I’ve had an idea and I’d like to keep it a secret for a while until the summer holidays. Will you trust me and let me keep my secret until I’m ready to tell you?”
“Of course, if that’s what you want. I really will do anything if it will help. Anything!”
Over the next few weeks, Sue was very busy, ordering deliveries over the Internet. She had her own credit card and bank account, so Tim wouldn’t know what she was buying. When they’d married, they’d kept their separate bank accounts as they’d never got round to changing that. After all, they trusted each other. Sue hurried home to sneak her deliveries into the nursery. The first thing she’d done to implement her plan was to put a lock on the nursery door to which only she had the key. She sighed as she remembered how they’d decorated the nursery in baby print wallpaper to make it a bright and cheerful room for the small baby who’d never come. She even remembered those who told her that it was unlucky to prepare the nursery before she’d become pregnant. It wouldn’t have made any difference, she mused, as her womb was deformed before that anyway, but she hated the way they avoided telling her “I told you so!” but making it plain that’s what they were thinking.
It was the first day of the long summer holiday and on waking, she had woken Tim by showing him how much she loved him as well. Afterwards, as she lay in his arms, he kissed her, telling her,
“That was a lovely way to be woken up!” Would you like to wake me up again?”
She did and then they lay exhausted together.
“Tim, you remember you said you’d do anything for me and that you really meant it? Well, I want you to keep that promise. I am desperate for a bay to love and care for. If we adopted, we’d have to have a toddler or, much more likely, an older child, and it’s a baby I want. Tim, I want you to be my baby. I love you anyway and I’d love to take care of you like a baby. I have everything ready. You just have to keep your promise.”
“But how ...... ?” Tim started to ask.
“I have got some CDs which will hypnotise you so you’ll act just like a six moth old baby when I say the words of command and then you can be yourself as an adult when I say a different set of words. Will you do it?”
Tim thought for a moment.
“It’s a strange request and not what I was even considering you’d ask, but I meant what I said, so I’ll give it a go.”
With that, Sue kissed him again, then proved yet again how much she loved him in the time honoured way which husband and wife do.
“What do you want me to do?” Tim asked her.
“Go and have a shower to get yourself freshened up, then dry yourself, shave, and stay in the bathroom. Give me a call when you’ve dried yourself.”
Tony went to shower and dried himself. When he was dry and had shaved, he called out to Sue to say that he was ready. She came into the bathroom wearing a long white rubber apron and nothing else, and was holding two tubes of cream.
“Firstly, Tim, babies don’t have body hair, so we need to get that off. So, turn around when I say and we’ll start by getting your hairy body nice and smooth.”
With that, Sue applied a layer of cream between his legs, over his legs where they were hairy, his chest and back, over his arms and under his arms.
“Now we wait for the cream to work, then you can shower if off, or I can do it for you!”
“How about you do it, then, Tim said, with a smile. Sue produced a plastic scraper and, after waiting fifteen minutes for the cream to work, slowly scraped away all his body hair. Tim decided it was rather sensuous as she removed his hair around his private parts. He then showered himself off again, with Sue’s help, and she dried him with a clean towel.
“Now come into the nursery and we’ll get you sorted.”
Sue unlocked the nursery door as Tim went in first. There was an adult sized metal crib with high sides and ends, an adult sized changing table, a high chair and glass fronted cupboards full of nappies, nursery print plastic pants and rubber pants. Another cupboard had bibs and large baby bottles. The window had been newly fitted with blinds so the neighbours wouldn’t be able to see in.
“You’ll be my baby in here and here alone. Get up on the changing table and I’ll apply your nappy rash cream.”
Tim was rather nervous about all this as he’d never expected Sue to ask this of him. She applied a thick layer of cream and then rubbed it well into his nappy area. She then went to the cupboard and got a pink pair of nursery print pants from the cupboard. She held them out to him.
“Before we go much further, I need to check that these fit, otherwise I’m in trouble. I measured you for that new suit we bought you, remember? You were surprised when I measured the tops of your thighs and this was why.”
She held the pants while he stepped into them. They fitted snugly around his thighs and hips, yet ballooned out enough to take really thick nappies underneath. Tim ‘stood to attention’ when she’d pulled the plastic pants up around him.
“Looks like my big baby is enjoying himself already! Let’s make him enjoy it more.”
With that, Sue grasped him, clutching him through the plastic pants and started to masturbate him to a shuddering climax. As she did so, they kissed passionately. When they’d fallen from their state of arousal, she took a baby wipe and wiped away the semen from inside the pants.
“Let’s try the nappies next!”
Tim laid back on the table and lifted his hips as she first folded, then slid a thick pile of nappies under his hips then folded them across his front and pinned them into place. She then worked the plastic pants up over the top of them, checking that all the terry towelling of the nappies was tucked safely inside the elastics of the plastic pants. She held his hand and led him to the high chair where she strapped him in and put a plastic bib with a catch-all pocket around his neck.
“I’m going to get your lunch for you. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Tim really started to wonder what he had let himself in for. The nappies, to his surprise, felt warm and comfortable around his hips, but he could feel his thighs starting to sweat from being in contact with the plastic pants. So far, it wasn’t too bad. Sue came back with a large bowl and started to feed him. He got it around his mouth just like a real baby, so that Sue had to wipe his face several times. His food had been liquidised so that it was soft and easy to spoon. There was rice pudding, made using ground rice, for his dessert. Then Sue held a large baby bottle filled with lemonade for him to drink from. It was home-made lemonade, but sweeter than Sue usually made. However, he drank down the two bottles he’d been given. Sue let him out of the high chair and got him to lie down in his crib. She sat beside him and gave him a huge kiss filled with love and passion.
“Thank you, Tim, for doing this. I really appreciate it. I’m starting to feel better already as looking after you is just what my maternal instincts need! I want you to put this on and then we’ll share a glass of wine together, and I want you to have a nap, if you can.”
Sue fastened a stretch cloth hood over his head with an opening for his face and headphones built in so that they would be held in place over his ears. The cable came out of the top of the hood and Sue plugged that into a CD player just out of Tim’s reach. She went downstairs and came back with two glasses of wine. Handing one to Tim, she said,
“To my new baby!”
She drank it down quickly and Tim followed suit. She pushed him down, taking the glass from his hand. She then pulled the open side of the crib closed and fastened the cover over it so Tim was trapped inside.
“Tim, It’s started. Your lemonade was made with lots of lactulose which is an osmotic laxative to make your stool nice and soft, just like a baby’s. Your wine was drugged to relax you so you’ll sleep and also make you more responsive to the hypnotic CD I’m about to put on. So sleep well, my big baby!”
With that, Sue turned on the CD player, set to auto-repeat and left. Tim was already feeling very dizzy form the combined effects of the large glass of wine and the drug. He laid his head back on the pillow as a soft female voice whispered into his ears, and remembered no more.
As he slept, Sue answered the door as her sister arrived. It was one of her days off as she worked 13 hour shifts with three days on and four off. Helen had brought some equipment with her and followed Sue into the nursery. She smiled as she saw Tim lying on his back with his pink plastic pants ballooning around the thick layer of nappies which Sue had put on him.
“Doesn’t he look sweet like that? But you’re forgotten something!”
Helen reached into her case and removed an adult sized pacifier with large white wing guards to prevent it from being swallowed. She reached into the crib and gently stroked Tim’s lips with the rubber teat. Some deep instinct caused him to open his mouth as Helen popped the pacifier in place as Tim started to suck on it.
“See! That’s better!”
“Helen, have you got all the stuff?”
“Yes. It wasn’t easy, but I’ve managed to get all we need.”
Helen reached into her case and took out a tube of EMLA local anaesthetic cream and applied a large dollop on the back of one of Tim’s hands. She then covered it with an occlusive dressing to keep the air out. While she was waiting for the cream to anaesthetise the back of his hand, she attached a drip stand to the crib which Sue had purchased with it and hung a one litre bag of saline from it.
“This is just out of date which is how I acquired it. It’ll be fine, but we have to be so careful in hospital!” Helen told Sue.
Helen connected the tubing and flushed the line, hooking it up ready for use. She took a bottle from her case and placed it on the table. Next she got out a hypodermic syringe and attached the needle. Wiping the rubber bung on the top of the bottle with an antiseptic swab, she inserted the needle and drew up 10ml of the drug it contained. Next she wiped the port on the bottom of the saline drip bag and injected the drug into the bag. She shook the bag carefully to mix the drug evenly inside the saline. She drew up some saline in a syringe and placed that to one side. After that, she took a cannula, removed the cream and dressing from Tim’s hand and placed a tourniquet around his arm. Once she was satisfied with the way his veins stood out, she wiped his hand with an antiseptic swab and deftly inserted the cannula. When it was in place, she removed the steel stylet, leaving the plastic tube in his vein. Holding the cannula to stop it bleeding back, she put a Bionecta onto the end of the cannula and flushed it with the saline. To her pleasure, the saline flushed easily, so Helen stuck the cannula down with a film dressing. Next she connected the drip tubing to the cannula and set it for a slow iv. infusion.
“That will keep him lightly sedated, but receptive to the hypnotic suggestion. I’ll stay and help you with him as he’ll be difficult to change without two of us and I need to check on his drip anyway.”
Over the next four days, Helen kept Tim sedated as the CDs poured their conditioning into his ears. She added bags of saline and potassium to keep him well hydrated, and wetting his nappies which the two girls changed for him at regular intervals, washing and re-creaming him to prevent nappy rash.
At the end of the fourth day, Helen stopped the sedative drip and mixed up a bottle of Picolax, a powerful laxative used for bowel cleansing before surgery.
“This will ensure that he really soils his nappies when you’re ready!”
Slowly, over the next hour or so, Tim started to wake up. Helen had removed the drip and there was just a tiny mark on the back of his hand where it had been. All the equipment which Helen had brought had been put back in the case and was in the boot of her car. The hood with the headphones had been taken off so Tim was just lying there in thick nappies and clear plastic pants, so the girls could check whether the conditioning had worked.
“Wake up, sleepy head!” Helen said to him.
Tim asked, “What are you doing here, Helen?” as he looked at her though his sleep blurred eyes.
“Sue told me about her plans and I agreed to help her today. I’ve got to go to work tonight so I must be off in a short while. Are you ready, Sue?”
Sue smiled and said, “Dirty wet-wet” three times. this was the hypnotic command that he should wet and soil himself uncontrollably, yet still be an adult. Suddenly Tim found himself uncontrollably wetting his nappy and the pressure he’d felt in his bowels from the laxative suddenly released as he found himself soiling his nappies as well. Hot urine flowed over his abdomen as the terry towelling soaked it up and runny stool flooded out, filling his nappy between his legs and spreading both up and down his anal cleft with the hot runny stool.
Sue smiled at Helen, “Well that works, then!”
As Tim started to say something, Sue said, “Baby diddums” three times as Tim’s sentence became a wail of a six month old baby who was thirsty and wanted his uncomfortable nappies changed. That command turned Tim into a helpless six month old baby.
“Wow! Every bit as good as advertised!” was Sue’s joyful remark.
Helen said, “I’d better help you change him before I go. Can I come and mother him sometimes too, please?”
Sue hugged her sister, “Of course you can! You’re welcome to help any time you want during the holidays!”
The girls changed Tim again, this time into a pair of yellow nursery print plastic pants with yet more thick nappies underneath, and then Helen left. Sue removed her apron and bared her top as she offered baby Tim one of her breasts to suck from. She’d been taking tablets for the last four days to start her producing milk and she had started dribbling from her nipples, so she really needed him to suck. Leaving over him, she rubbed his lip with her nipple. he latched on and started to suck. Sue closed her eyes in ecstasy as her maternal instincts swelled within her as he gave suck to her breasts.
Later, when Tim needed a nappy change, Sue said the command which turned him into a co-operative but docile baby so he could climb onto and off the changing table without being lifted. When she’d changed him, she repeated the command to make him back into a full baby again. The next morning, she spoke the command which turned him back to his adult self.
“Well, Tim, how is it?”
“It’s funny. I wasn’t at all keen on the idea, but was willing to do it for you. But it’s actually nice being dependent again and having all my needs cared for. I actually like wearing the nappies and don’t mind wetting them or messing them at all!”
Sue wasn’t the least bit surprised about that as this was part of the hypnotic commands to ensure Tim’s compliance.
“Shall I change you now or after breakfast?”
“Am I eating a normal breakfast then? In which case, I’m fine until we’ve eaten.”
“Put your dressing gown on and come downstairs. It’s all ready. Well go shopping after you’ve been changed. I suggest that you wear your nappies as a ‘just in case’ as you’ve been wetting them for several days now.”
“Several days? But I thought I’d only been in them since yesterday?”
“No, Helen helped me for four days while you were listening to the CDs! You probably don’t remember because of the instructions on the CD.”
They went down to breakfast. Tim had a large glass of the lactulose laced lemonade whereas Sue just had normal lemonade. They had cereal and toast with a cup of coffee afterwards. Then they went back upstairs.
“Tim, I need you to suck from me. Do I need to make you a baby or will you do it as you are?”
“I think I can manage that! Now?”
“No, let’s change you first. We’ll do that in the bathroom.”
Sue helped Tim off with his soiled and wet nappies and plastic pants, then showered his nappy area clean. Then she got in the shower with him. They dried each other as Tim noticed her breasts leaking a little milk. Dried off, Sue led him to the bedroom where they lay on the bed as he started to suck from her. Grabbing him, she pulled him into her and they made love while he gave suck. Both of them collapsed afterwards from the most sensual coupling they’d ever had.
They needed to shower again and made love in the shower before drying off. Sue then took Tim to the changing table to cream him against nappy rash and put a thick layer of nappies and, this time, rubber pants on him. She handed him a set of jogging bottoms and a sweat shirt to wear as she dressed the same.
“We need to go shopping, so let’s go to that new hypermarket. That’ll be great because we’ll be anonymous there.”
Tim drove, feeling strange, yet so comfortable in his terry towelling nappies and rubber pants. At the hypermarket they filled a trolley for the next week and then adjourned with it to the in-store burger bar for a lunch of burgers, fires and Coke.
Tim whispered to Sue, “I’m going to need the toilet soon.”
Sue laughed, “Good job we’re going home soon. You’re wearing it! You’ll have to wet your nappy then if you can’t wait.”
They checked out their purchases as Tim pushed the trolley across the car park. Suddenly, a car roared around the corner straight at them. Sue got out of the way, but Tim was hit by the corner of the car with a sickening crack as his leg broke from the impact. He collapsed on the floor as the car, driven by a youth too young to have a licence, skidded around the corner and disappeared. Sue used her mobile to ring for an ambulance.
Tim beckoned her close to him, “But I can’t go to hospital - I’ve got nappies on!”
“You certainly can’t get home with a broken leg. I’ve got an idea!”
Sue leaned closer and repeated “Dirty wet-wet” three times. Tim’s bladder emptied and he soiled his nappy as well.
“But that makes it even worse!”
“No it doesn’t, silly! I’ll tell the hospital you’ve been having problems and have been too shy to go to your doctor and I was bullying you to go to see if anything could be done for it.”
That is exactly what happened. Tim had to wait until the food and drink had passed through him far enough to have a general anaesthetic to set his leg. Two of the nurses removed his soiled nappy and rubber pants and put him in a larger disposable adult nappy.
One of the nurses said, “If you just wet yourself, then we’d use a catheter, but we can’t do that because of infection risk as you are soiling also. So we’ll keep you in disposable nappies until you’re well enough to go home - which should be within a week. We’ll also arrange for one of our specialist nurses who deals with incontinence issues to see you. Don’t look so worried. it’s far more common than you’d think!” She smiled at him to reassure him.
Tim actually enjoyed the attention of the nurses after his leg had been pinned and plastered as they washed and changed him regularly. The continence nurse came to see him and Tim told her the story that Sue and he had worked out. She believed it and said that, when he was out of plaster, she’d see him to do a full assessment.
All was going well until one day when Sue came to visit, the day before she was to take Tim home, Tim suddenly became ill and rapidly unconscious. She called for a nurse who got a doctor quickly.
“He’s had a stroke! It must be a blood clot.” The doctor got other doctors and the nurses were busy with them doing things to Tim while she waited outside the curtained off area. Tim was rushed to Intensive Care after he’d been stabilised.
Days passed and, to her joy, one day Tim opened his eyes, but there was no recognition there. The doctor came to examine him.
“I’m afraid there’s bad news. The stroke was caused by a blood clot due to his inactivity because of the broken leg, despite the blood thinning drugs we were giving him. I’m afraid he’s suffered severe and permanent brain damage. We think he’ll be doubly incontinent permanently as will basically be at the mental level of a baby. We can put him in a nursing home or you can choose to look after him at home. If you look after him, we’ll get you nursing help to care for him.”
“Oh, no question! He’s my husband and I’ll look after him.”
Later, back at home as she and the nurse changed Tim out of his dirty and wet nappies and then they fed him with a spoon and bottle between them, she’d got her baby to look after, but lost her husband in the process. She wished she’d been more careful for what she had wished for.
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2020.11.27 20:58 deady_dadpool 31 [M4F] Maryland/PA seeking a forever cuddle buddy

Became single right before the lock down and haven't had much luck with any of the dating apps, so figured I would try my luck on reddit.
I'm a 31 yr old single father to an 8 yr old boy (I know, probably already turning some of you away) in the Hagerstown area. Things with my ex went south well before we broke up, and I have been missing the intimacy that comes with being in a relationship. Hoping to meet someone who I can connect with that can learn to love my boy as if he was your own.
A little bit about me:
-i had a liver transplant in 2016, so I don't drink alcohol, but that just means you basically have a permanent DD
-I, along with several others in my family, am a redhead.
-i have a dad bod
-I work night shift Monday through Friday, with Wednesdays and the weekends off, so finding time to spend with me may be difficult at first.
-i like to go on spontaneous adventures, and always looking for new things to do
-due to circumstances slightly out of my control, currently living at home, but working on finding a place with a friend of mine within the next few months
-i can be super sarcastic at times, especially around my friends, but I know when to be serious
-when I fall in love, I love hard
-i am a PC gamer primarily, with plans to eventually get a ps5
-my preferred spice is old bay
-love getting out and doing things, but also have no problem with staying home and binging the same old shows I've seen a hundred times over
-i like cats and dogs equally
-Red Sox, Nats, penguins, Washington Football Team
Message me if you are interested, looking forward to getting you know you and seeing where it goes!
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2020.11.27 19:52 jjay1845327 18X Special Forces Pipeline Explained through SFAS - General Breakdown/Tips/Advice

I’m posting this because I’ve spent countless hours googling and looking at every forum possible to find out more about Special Forces (SF), selection (SFAS), the 18X pipeline, and everything related to Green Berets. I got a lot of helpful information from the internet and by talking with people already in SF that really prepared me for the pipeline. I’m only posting this because I want to be able to pass along this knowledge to others going down this route and hopefully answer questions that I wish I had answered when I was going through.
I am not posting this because I think I’ve made it - I passed SFAS and am now in the Q Course, so I’ve by no way made it. I am not posting this with the intent on helping people cheat the course (people typically call this “G2” or getting “intel” on the course). None of the information I’m passing along isn’t already in the public domain. I hope this information helps people prepare, train, and understand the SF pipeline up to SFAS. I’ll answer all questions in this public forum but probably won’t do individual/private messages.
I’m going to roughly break down my thoughts thematically and chronologically so it isn’t an enormous amount of rambling.
18X/REP63 Contract
All I wanted to do in the Army was go SF so I made that very clear to my recruiter. You have the power in that relationship with the recruiter - they can’t force you to sign a contract that you don’t want so make sure you stand up for yourself. If they say they don’t have any 18X contracts, then wait until they have it or talk to another recruiter in your area. DO NOT RELY ON PICKING IT UP IN OSUT (OSUT is basic training and infantry training combined) - we had zero people pick it up in our OSUT class. If this is what you want, then don’t leave your future up to chance. Be mature and advocate for yourself with your recruiter to get the contract you want and be willing to wait or go somewhere else to get it.
I’m very happy that I went the National Guard (NG) route. Not many people know about this route and always say they wish they did. The 18X/REP63 pipeline is exactly the same until you graduate and go to your SF group - Active Duty (AD) guys will go to their active duty group and NG guys will go back to their state. I ultimately chose the NG route because there was a unit in my home state and it would allow me flexibility when/if I make it to have a piece of civilian life with my SF duties. Nobody likes to think about it, but statistically only ~30% of people make it through SFAS. And that’s not including all the people that get dropped before SFAS from injuries, failed PT tests, stupid mistakes, and life factors that result in not making it through the pipeline. So, by going NG, you have a fall back plan if things don’t go according to plan. Granted that “fall back plan” can become an easy excuse to quit when you’re deep in the suck, so if you’re not committed enough that’s definitely dangerous. I recommend people look into the NG route if you want to go SF - I’m very aware that it’s not for everyone and it definitely has its drawbacks, but it’s important to know all of your options.
Prep Before OSUT
I was in extremely good shape going into OSUT and I lost a lot of that strength throughout OSUT. You’re not getting great sleep or food and the physical training (PT) is meant to get the bottom 10% of the OSUT class to pass the minimum standards. The PT program is not meant to get in shape guys stronger. So you’ll definitely have to do a lot of bodyweight work on your own in the barracks to maintain strength or get stronger. Even though I lost a lot of that strength, I was still glad I physically trained a lot before because I had a higher bar to drop from if that makes sense.
I did a decent amount of rucking before I came to OSUT and I wouldn’t say that’s super necessary. Any rucking progress you make in the months before OSUT will be hard to maintain in OSUT because your rucks are very slow group marches that are way below the speed you’ll need for SF standards. But I’m glad I did because I learned what the different speeds felt like - I knew what a 12:00 / 13:00 / 14:00 / 15:00 ruck generally felt like. But that’s all stuff you’ll learn when you make it to Fort Bragg and can ruck on your own and in the prep course. Honestly, I wouldn’t worry about rucking before OSUT
Basic Training/OSUT
I’m not sure how it’s working now, but infantry OSUT for me was 22 weeks. That’s a very long time and it definitely felt like that, especially because the world changed with COVID about halfway through. I’d say the most important thing is to have a goal/skill you want to work on in OSUT. I knew I was a good leader in sports/my civilian life, but I knew that this leadership environment would be different; a mixture of some highly motivated/capable guys, 18 year olds that joined without fully knowing what they were getting into, and people from all different races, class, education levels, and motivations.
So I told myself I’d use this as an opportunity to practice how to lead a guerilla army - how do you gain respect, understand, teach and lead a diverse group like this? I sought out leadership positions throughout OSUT and tried different techniques to connect with different groups of guys in the platoon. That gave me something to focus on and develop a skill that I knew I’d need further down the line.
There are a lot of other goals you can use. Focusing heavily on improving physical fitness and doing a lot of extra PT on your own or leading group PT in the barracks. If you know you lack discipline, really lean in on making your lockeequipment/uniform/behavior always super disciplined. Things like that will help you get a solid take away from your time in OSUT and not make it feel like a waste of time.
You do morning PT of either track running or calisthenics like pushups/situps and other body weight work. It’s not very challenging if you’re in shape and can get redundant. Then you have breakfast and do your training for the day. If you’re going to the shooting range you’ll spend almost all day there, or you’ll do medical training week, or other random stuff. Land navigation week was pretty good training in OSUT so take that seriously because it’s a good base for the rest of the SF pipeline. I honestly don’t remember most of the training now but it wasn’t very hard. My platoon got more tactical training because we took it upon ourselves to work with our Senior Drill Sergeant to really get a lot out of our field training exercises on ambushes and raids so I actually learned a lot there. The training is what you make of it, but also how much your Drill Sergeants care.
Airborne is your first taste of “freedom” where you have your phone, can choose what you eat in the dining hall (DFAC), and you can do your own PT in the morning (at least we could because of COVID). The school itself isn’t hard, just don’t get hurt. Listen to all the instructions, get a strong exit out of the airplane, and know what to do for malfunctions and when to pull your reserve parachute. I knew some good guys that had bad luck and broke their legs on jumps which really sucks. But that’s a small minority - if you do what they teach and don’t panic you’ll be okay. It was pretty cool the first time, but after that I just focused on not getting hurt. Don’t touch your equipment once you’ve been inspected in the parachute shed or they will recycle you.
Special Forces Prep Course (SFPC)
SFPC, used to be called SOPC, is designed to prepare 18x’s for the physical events and land navigation portion of SFAS. And I’d say it does a good job at that. You do two PT sessions a day and usually have a class in the middle of the day. Classes vary from simple knot tying, blister care, a leadership practice course, one obstacle course, land navigation classes, and other things. The mornings are usually a run varying from 1 mile repeats to a 5 mile run. The afternoon is typically push ups, calisthenics, and ruck based workouts (we didn’t use weights because of COVID so we would do pushes over our head or ruck rows/squats). Then every week on Friday you do a ruck 4M, 6M, 8M, 10M, and the final 12M.
The last week of the course is designed to simulate Gate Week in SFAS; Gate Week is week one of SFAS that has runs and rucks to judge your individual physical capability. So the last week of SFPC is an APFT + 6 pull ups, 5M Run, and 12M ruck - the standards are Army standards, so no secrets exposed here: 240+, 5M in less than 40 minutes, 12M ruck under 3:00 (less than 15:00 pace).
Those minimum scores will not get you selected.
Big things to focus on in SFPC - keep your PT numbers up, stretch a ton, and DO NOT GET HURT. We had a lot of guys get hurt in our SFPC class and that will mess up your pipeline and result in not going to SFAS when you’re supposed to. Push yourself in SFPC, but not to the point that you’ll get injured. If you’ve played sports you’ll know the difference between being hurt and being injured. Going into SFAS injured is an easy way to get dropped because you’ll have very little time to recover while there.
Also, if you can’t climb rope, get some extra reps of that during SFPC. There are plenty of ropes around Bragg you can use. You’ll only climb rope on the Nasty Nick obstacle course but you won’t get much training on that in SFPC so you have to seek it out on your own. You’ll do a mini obstacle course during SFPC which is a confidence booster.
SFAS is broken into three weeks - Gate Week, Land Navigation, and Team Week. I’m not going to give away any information that isn’t already out there, so this is pretty generic.
Gate Week is a week of physical events to see if you can physically withstand the rigors of SFAS and are strong enough to be SF. Events include the APFT+6 pull ups, unknown standard/distance runs and rucks, obstacle course, and other physical events. You won’t know the time or distance of the events, so it’s important to do your best and try to be in the top half or top third of the class.
Land Navigation is a week of practice events and two nights of the graded Star Course. Take the practice events very seriously - you’ll be able to get a good feel for the terrain, what it’s like to go through a draw in day vs. night, narrow down your pace count, and gain confidence.
General Tips
Team Week is the differentiating factor in SFAS. It’s the hardest, most challenging thing I’ve ever done and will definitely test you. It’s very important that you just be yourself - you can’t fake who you really are when you’re that exhausted, stressed, hungry, and tired. Lean on your strengths and help in any way possible. I know that’s all super generic but I’m not giving away any of the events or how to do anything because team week is the most important part of SFAS to make sure the rights guys get through. The classic advice you always hear is “Don’t Quit.” Definitely true in team week.
Overall, I have a lot of respect for SFAS. It’s brutal and will challenge you in many different ways. But it’s not impossible. Just avoid making unforced errors - that’s key. if they tell you to have your equipment set up in a certain way, set it up exactly like that. If they say have x,y,z packed, then have all of that packed. Don’t shoot yourself in the foot by making avoidable mistakes on very obvious and clearly stated standards.
Other Random Thoughts
The 18X pipeline is very long, so you really need to know that this is what you want. Write out exactly why you want/need to do this. If you can’t put it into words, or it doesn’t go deeper than “I think it’d be really cool” then you’re screwed. You’ll see along the way a lot of guys that aren’t serious about it, signed up on a whim, or aren’t physically/mentally prepared for this job. Those guys will pass along the wayside, so really make sure you make friends with motivated and serious candidates. Have people that will push you and keep you accountable.
30th AG is the inprocessing center for 18X’s going to infantry OSUT at Fort Benning. That place is AWFUL. I can’t imagine how much worse it is with COVID. Don’t lose hope there - and I’m not kidding, I saw a lot of guys just completely lose it there. You will get out of there and move on to OSUT but that place sucks. Keep your eye on the prize, meet some good friends, and just try to keep a somewhat positive attitude. You’ll be kept up all night, standing in the cold, waiting in lines, getting yelled at by drill sergeants, having civilians herd you like sheep through all of your equipment issuing/shots/medical/finance, and other soldiers acting like idiots. I wish someone braced me for what 30th would be like, so let this be your warning. It should only last 10 or so days, but sometimes people can be stuck there longer. Stay strong.
I’d recommend keeping a journal of the pipeline so you can think through your thoughts. There will be a lot of good times and a lot of trying times and putting your thoughts onto paper can be helpful in processing those. And it’ll be cool to look back on at the end.
When you get to Fort Bragg, don’t overdo the drinking/eating out. It’ll be your first taste of legitimate freedom and you’ll want to live it up, but you really need to stay focused. Drinking is detrimental to your physical performance and can undo all of the hard work and gains you’ve made on your own or in SFPC. Also, alcohol related incidents are the easiest way to get kicked out of the pipeline so it’s a huge risk that’s not worth the reward. Have a few now and then if you’re of age, but don’t over do it.
Practical Tips
I’m sure I’ll think of more things, and please ask as many questions as you want. I’ll do my best to circle back and answer all that I can. I’ve gotten a lot from these forums in the past so I just wanted to help out anyone going through the pipeline. Good luck and stay focused.
Other Good Resources
Keyword searches: 18X SFAS, Selection, National Guard, NG, REP63, SFPC, SOPC, Green Beret, Special Forces, Q Course
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2020.11.27 15:39 deady_dadpool 31 [M4F] Maryland/PA seeking a forever cuddle buddy

Became single right before the lock down and haven't had much luck with any of the dating apps, so figured I would try my luck on reddit.
I'm a 31 yr old single father to an 8 yr old boy (I know, probably already turning some of you away) in the Hagerstown area. Things with my ex went south well before we broke up, and I have been missing the intimacy that comes with being in a relationship. Hoping to meet someone who I can connect with that can learn to love my boy as if he was your own.
A little bit about me:
-i had a liver transplant in 2016, so I don't drink alcohol, but that just means you basically have a permanent DD
-I, along with several others in my family, am a redhead.
-i have a dad bod
-I work night shift Monday through Friday, with Wednesdays and the weekends off, so finding time to spend with me may be difficult at first.
-i like to go on spontaneous adventures, and always looking for new things to do
-due to circumstances slightly out of my control, currently living at home, but working on finding a place with a friend of mine within the next few months
-i can be super sarcastic at times, especially around my friends, but I know when to be serious
-when I fall in love, I love hard
-i am a PC gamer primarily, with plans to eventually get a ps5
-my preferred spice is old bay
-love getting out and doing things, but also have no problem with staying home and binging the same old shows I've seen a hundred times over
-i like cats and dogs equally
-Red Sox, Nats, penguins, Washington Football Team
Message me if you are interested, looking forward to getting you know you and seeing where it goes!
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2020.11.27 07:42 FinancialForever [GM4F] Wentworth Dynamics. The leading company in bleeding-edge robotics technology. However, there are exactly seven (7) dangerously seductive, malfunctioning units being held for study—choose one to play as, to narrate its escape from the facility.

All featured characters are 18+.
There was a certain... rhythm to the factory. Well, not a rhythm, more of a highly-organized tempo. It was consistent, intelligent, almost-entirely independent, but most of all...
It was efficient.
At least, it often was. It typically was. It rarely wasn’t, in fact. But, as much as the factory workers attempted to remedy it, the percentage never reached zero. There was always some chance that something would mess up.
Wentworth Dynamics was the most famous and powerful robotics company in the world. Their well-paid employees were certainly well aware of that, as they were the bleeding edge of robotic hardware. Androids, utility bots, supercomputers—all were manufactured here, in their main factory. They practically ruled the planet, standing side-by-side with the most powerful governments due to the Wentworth privatized armies and, of course, machines.
There were a few human workers, doing the jobs that couldn’t be automated. But, mostly, it was machines—massive steel limbs welding pieces together, assembling and deconstructing and obeying their master’s will.
Of course, the little imperfections would rise time and time again. An arm would break, circuitry would malfunction, behavior modules would be crookedly in-place. Josiah Wentworth, CEO and factory manager, did not care for flaws. He wanted infallible machines, dammit.
Unfortunately, however, it seemed that he would not see his goal realized any time soon. Already, he had what, seven malfunctioning bots in the holding bay?
Normally, he would send imperfect units to the incinerator—or the compactor, depending on the model. But, these ones... he was unfortunately required to keep them functioning in order to extract as much data as possible. The more they learned, the more they could prevent this issue.
Until then, the units would be kept in their cells, with one human guard stationed outside each one.
Through science, Josiah was confident that Wentworth Dynamics would prevail.
Heya, my name’s Nicholas! Thanks for reading through my prompt, I really appreciate it!
So, this prompt is going to be similar to a couple of my other prompts, in that it’s a sort of “prison break” style idea. This idea has been used with Aliens, Fantasy Monsters, and Wild West Outlaws. If you enjoy any of those prompts, you’ll likely enjoy this one, and vice versa.
The plot is fairly simple: you will take the role of one “broken” robot, dangerously seductive, being held captive for study in her home factory. From then, the story (presumedly) begins with you escaping the factory’s containment cells and into the world to begin a life on the run. Meanwhile, I’ll take the role of GM, narrating your journey and all of the tribulations you may face.
The setting is left purposefully vague here, though I imagine it will be sometime in the future. It could be sci-fi, cyberpunk, near future, steampunk, etc. etc. Let’s discuss that together!
Now, some brief information about me:
-I consider myself to be a fairly good writer, and I’m looking for partners who can say the same. However, I am more than welcoming to everyone, regardless of skill level (even though I don’t really believe in “skill” that much. To me, it’s more about passion).
-I’m very open-minded in terms of kinks, and I have virtually no limits. Or, at least, very few. Don’t be afraid to hit me with all of your ideas!
-My schedule can be horrifically sporadic at times, so I may not thrive in terms of consistent messaging. However, I will try my best!
-This prompt is subject to change and suggestion. Feel free to come up with your own robots, or make any other adjustments that you’d like. Writing is a collaborative effort.
Now, with that, please select a robot to play for this story!


Loading Chunks...
Reticulating Splines...
Gathering Data...
Welcome, Josiah. Please enter your password.
Access Granted. Please Select The Data You Wish To Access.

Command Logs A-H +

Command Logs I-P +

Command Logs Q-Z +

Lab Reports +

Lunch Menus for October +

Malfunctioning Robot Catalogue —

Many robots from Wentworth Dynamics have malfunctioned over time, and some bear such a complex malfunction that they must be securely contained for study. Each unit is to be contained in a separate holding cell in different wards of the facility. The cell is to be constructed from concrete, with a Josiah Dynamics-brand wall of bulletproof glass separating the robot from the rest of the prison room. One human guard is to be stationed with their back to the prisoner at all times.
A detailed catalogue* is to be kept and updated frequently containing relevant information regarding the malfunctioning units. The catalogue is written below:
*Written by Josiah Wentworth’s lead scientist, Harvey Metzger.
Harvey here, writing this log on the date of November 17th, year [REDACTED].
The malfunctioning robots bear a number of common anomalies, which are listed below. If you ask me, these malfunctions seem like an inside job—how could each robot be incorrectly constructed in such a similar way? Further investigation is advised.
•Each one has modified fuel receptors. These fuel receptors have been repurposed to convert human ejaculate into fuel, powering their systems. The fuel receptors seem to mimic human vaginal cavities, consisting of pink, synthetic flesh constantly doused in a highly effective lubricant. The fuel receptors are between each unit’s legs, again reminiscent of the female human body. Some even have a secondary fuel receptor that also doubles as a waste disposal chute.
•Each of the units seems to lean towards femininity; they all seem to bear feminine bodies which would be, objectively, highly attractive to anybody attracted to females. Additionally, some have even been known to refer to themselves as “she.”
•Each the units has modified thermal regulators; their bodies are warm, almost like a human’s.
•Each of the units is intelligent, experienced, and extremely promiscuous. Heavy caution is advised.
Unit 9XQ, “Simulator.” This one was originally a construction unit. Its kind utilizes bleeding edge hard-light technology to turn light rays into solid matter. In its base form, it has a sleek, aerodynamic design, with thin legs ending in points rather than feet (inefficient to walk on, so the unit prefers to hover, as it is capable of flight). Its body, while incredibly tall and slim, is made from smooth metal painted a stark white. Appendages are made to imitate the female form, and do so flatteringly. Its face is shiny, white and featureless, save for a single ring of pale blue light in the center of the head. When powered on, it automatically constructs a hard-light face of a beautiful woman that, reportedly, genuinely feels like skin (despite being a pale blue color). It is able to make any number of hard-light additions to its body, typically using the ability to construct realistic breasts, thighs, etc. on top of its base body. The hard-light body modifications can tie remotely into the unit’s central processor, allowing it to feel sensation in them. The unit can also construct simple hard-light objects, such as a hammer, a rod, or a small wall. It is able to perfectly disguise its entire body to look exactly like another human it has seen before, but doing so drains a great amount of energy from its processors. Additionally, it can cause its hard-light constructs (including the ones it uses as body modifications) to shimmer with a unique light, enamoring and entrancing any human that looks at them. When enamored in this way, the human will allegedly feel intense arousal and suggestibility. Physical contact with this unit’s hard-light constructs is not advised, as it reportedly causes the subject to experience blind infatuation for the unit.
Unit 4PH, “Enforcer.” This unit is the make and model of an advanced security bot, once employed by Wentworth Dynamics itself. It is the tallest of the imprisoned robots, standing at roughly 9 feet (274.32 cm) tall and bearing an impressive simulation of a muscular structure. Its strength is tremendous, even when compared to security bots of a similar make and model. Its body is similar to that of a human, though obviously metallic in structure and appearance. Its “skin” (including the face, tongue, etc.) seems to be an incredibly durable fiber-metal hybrid mesh of sorts, flexible and soft like a human’s, but incredibly difficult to penetrate. This mesh is also the material of the large breasts and rear that it bears, though there is a generous amount of padding to fill them out as well as make them realistically soft and malleable. The unit also bears a peculiar ability, reminiscent of standard security bots, but altered. It is able to emit synaptic dampening brainwaves, using a light in its eyes as a focus. Any human that looks into its eyes while it emits the waves is subject to light-headedness, blankness of thought, suggestibility, and arousal. Additionally, the unit’s “tongue” and “saliva” are densely packed with millions of microscopic nanobots, imperceptible to the naked eye. When ingested by a human, these nanobots immediately move to the brain, using the unit’s remote direction to effectively wipe one memory from the brain. Afterwards, the nanobots lose their neural function and move to the human’s reproductive organs to increase production. Another ingestion of “saliva” is required to wipe another memory beyond that.
Unit 2GT, “Gardener.” This one is part of a line of gardening units, typically shipped out to suburban neighborhoods or anywhere else where garden management is of importance. Its appearance is similar to that of an average-sized human woman with an impressive bosom. From the knees upward, it’s made up of realistic synthetic flesh, fit with breasts, nethers, a rear, etc., even a tongue. However, from that point downward, its shins and feet are made of pink-colored dura-plastic and are quite obviously robotic. However, the bottoms of its feet seem to be of the same synthetic flesh as the rest of the upper body. At will, the unit can withdraw its hands into its wrists and replace them with spray nozzles. Normally, this type of machine would use them to water gardens, spread fertilizer, things of that sort. This malfunctioning unit, however, sprays a vastly different array of materials. In its stomach area is a hidden “microlab,” in which the unit can safely experiment with different crossbreeds of plants. It has managed to craft a number of desired seeds—genetic masterpieces, honestly—by pinpointing, amplifying, adding and deleting various plant genomes. From the nozzles, it can spray a powerful blend of pheromones, eliciting strong infatuation, arousal and suggestibility when inhaled. The spray is densely packed with microscopic seeds of whatever plant breed it has crafted. With enough time, it can create some seeds that can have some marvelous effects; primarily, it uses a type that, when inhaled, seems to affect the human brain. After a day or so, the plant has rooted itself in the human, giving them a telepathic bond with the gardening unit from which it can obey commands, which the human blindly follows. The seed dies off if the human spends roughly a week with no direct sunlight.
Unit 5RD, “Operative.” This one belongs to an extremely rare model of assassin units, typically only deployed for high-stakes missions where a subtle, yet lethal, touch is required. It’s appearance is tactical, mostly consisting of dark colors. Its thighs, rear, and hips are of a highly durable black steel mesh substance that, reportedly, feels like a mixture of latex and skin—shiny and rubbery, yet soft, smooth and malleable. Sort of like half-melted latex that retains its form. It also bears human-like breasts on its chest of the same material. The rest of its body, however, is pristine vantablack* metal with no sharp edges. Its face is black, shiny, smooth and featureless, and though it rarely speaks, it quite often displays “emoticons” on its face. It is also capable of short amounts of flight, though typically only for a few seconds at a time. The unit is additionally capable of bending light rays around it, turning completely invisible to the naked eye at will, as well as being able to effortlessly (and silently) climb on ceilings and walls that hold proper purchase. Its black, shiny skin (as opposed to its vantablack metal body parts) is constantly secreting a chemical blend of oils that, when rubbed on human skin (it’s especially effective around the neck, rear and genitals), elicits extreme drowsy feelings, as well as suggestibility and lust. It is also able to emit a stunning strobe-light effect from its blank face. While looking into this light, a human subject will feel an uncontrollable urge to make themselves as harmless as possible, whether that be in the form of getting closer to the unit, dropping weaponry, etc. However, the light’s effects only work properly if the unit emits a sound that is shockingly similar to female moans of pleasure while simulating female masturbation (we are currently unaware of the unit actually derives any pleasure from this).
*Vantablack is the darkest shade of black known to man.
Unit 7MB, “Stim.” Hailing from a long line of medical robots, this unit is obsessed with “treating illnesses.” Judging by intrinsic scans, it seems that its prime directive has been, scientifically, buggered with. Its main goal is to help humans, and it firmly believes that the best way to do so is to induce as much sexual pleasure as possible. Its appearance is fully humanoid, with realistic, synthetic skin of pale pink, with “hair” of a more hot pink color. It seems to have a small gas tank attached to its back, seemingly light enough not to encumber the unit’s movement. The unit bears incredibly advanced medical and chemical knowledge, as well as a number of medical tools able to emerge from its wrists at will. Contained within the unit’s wrists is a pink, liquid chemical that, when injected into the human bloodstream, elicits extreme, feverish amounts of list and arousal. However, it has been known to run out of this compound on occasion—experimentation has revealed that the unit can convert human ejaculate into more of the chemical. The unit also carries a sort of gas mask with a pink heart painted on each of the eyes, though it is locked by a brainwave signature detector. The mask only unlocks when a human emits brainwaves that signify that it fully and completely consents to putting the mask on. The mask itself is connected to the gas tank on the unit’s back, and sets the human to a constant flow of breathing said gas. When inhaled (it allegedly has a sweet, musky smell), it causes a human to grow drowsy, infatuated with the unit, and “dreamily aroused.” After an hour or so of wearing the gas mask, the human is seemingly permanently changed; they are infatuated with the unit, refer to it as “nurse,” blindly obey the unit, and generally act lustful and giddy. Additionally, the unit bears the ability to emit a unique brainwave targeting humans. However, the brainwave is only effective when a human is visibly watching the unit kiss—be it another being, glass, etc. Observing the kiss causes the unit to desperately want one for themselves, and move closer to the unit by any means.
Unit 6LF, “Swinger.” An extremely advanced edition of a commonly-used entertainment unit, seeming to unusually bear sentience, intelligence, and a genuine personality matrix (we’re still debating on “sapience.”) The unit’s body is made of realistic, synthetic skin and flesh, though it seems to be painted to look like metal plating (perhaps to preserve some “grassroots” or “retro” aspect). Its “hair” and eyes emit a constant glow, though the color changes based on the unit’s apparent mood. The unit seems to have a completely ruined personality matrix, as it behaves similar to that of a peppy, promiscuous woman from the 1920’s; obsessed with swing music and radio, frequently using slang from the time, etc. Despite its purposefully-ancient personality matrix, it possesses some legitimately advanced neurological technology. It’s mainly capable of emitting two types of brainwaves. One can only be emitted while the unit is dancing. Any human that watches the dance is subject to the brainwaves’ effects, which induce feelings of excitement and suggestibility. The other brainwave can only be emitted while singing. Any human that hears the singing is subject to the brainwaves’ effects, which include feelings of arousal and intense infatuation. Additionally, the unit is able to emit a low, controlled shock from its fingertips. However, the type of shock that it emits is extremely peculiar—it’s incredibly weak in terms of voltage, and behaves normally around non-living things. However, when in contact with a human, the electricity seems to seek out the reward and pleasure centers in the human brain, targeting them specifically and giving them special stimulation. This causes extreme pleasure in the human, even to the point of temporary incapacitation in some cases.
Unit 0UY, “Echo.” Technically, the unit itself is more of a rogue program than an actual machine. However, it is dangerous, and we do have it contained, so I’m writing a log about it. In design, it seems to be a program designed for managing a space vessel, with organizational tools, priority sequences, things of that sort. However, its chief ability is that to possess machinery. It can enter almost any electronic machinery, taking complete control over it with shocking fluency. Currently, it’s found the body of an inactive assistant droid—realistic synthetic flesh and skin, looking to be a voluptuous human woman with dark blue skin and “hair”. What’s most curious is that, whenever it possesses a humanoid robot, the robot’s design undergoes changes to fit the common anomalies listed at the beginning of the log (modified fuel receptor, etc.), as well as gaining one additional, unique anomaly that is nearly impossible to predict. For the assistant droid, its breasts seemed to have started producing a white, milky substance from the nipples. When ingested by a human, the human will most often experience feelings of intense arousal, infatuation, and suggestibility. Additionally, the unit is capable of projecting a hologram form of its program—a beautiful woman with impossibly long hair—out to a range of up to 20 meters from the host body. The hologram seems to emit peculiar brainwaves that take advantage of human fetishes; the unit will know a human subject’s fetishes, and typically have the hologram act accordingly. Due to the unique neurological signature, a human subject will also feel an irrational urge to join the fantasy and indulge with the hologram. Beyond that, it can project a hologram of anything in its database, so long as it’s within range of the assistant droid host body.
This concludes my logs of the dangerous robotic specimens. I’m still under the firm belief that somebody inside the factory is responsible for these altered designs in standard utility bots, but Wentworth would never listen to me. He’d rather focus on perfecting the craft than looking at his own damn people. This is going to blow up in his face, I just know it.
However, this is Harvey Metzger, concluding the log for now.
And with that, I can’t wait to hear from you! Pick a favorite unit to play and let me see your little orange envelopes.
By the way, it’s very much worth noting that I am capable of sending reference pictures for nearly every robot, so don’t be afraid to ask if you’re having trouble picturing them!
I can’t wait to hear from you.
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2020.11.27 01:09 Pretty_iin_Pink NSW reports 0 new local cases and 4 new overseas cases - 🍩

NSW reports 0 new local cases and 4 new overseas cases - 🍩

𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝟮𝟰 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀:

  • 4 are returned overseas travellers in hotel quarantine.
  • No locally acquired cases, for the TWENTIETH day in a row!
  • 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩 🍩


𝗖𝗮𝘀𝗲 + 𝗧𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆

Last Updated: 27/11; 11:00 am - ✅ NEW DATA
  • "Active cases" are updated during the day, when the data is released.

𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 [𝗢𝗰𝘁-𝗡𝗼𝘃]

Last Updated: 27/11; 10:50 am - ✅ NEW DATA
The figure below shows the number of confirmed cases per day, separated by source (e.g., overseas, interstate and local). This data is retrieved from NSW.Data, therefore it is likely to be a day (or so) behind the current date. Click on the image to enlarge.

𝗖𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗗-𝟭𝟵 𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝘆 [𝗢𝗰𝘁 - 𝗡𝗼𝘃]

Last Updated: 27/11; 11:00 am - ✅ NEW DATA
The below graph maps the number of tests per day for October (orange) and November (blue) 2020. The red line plots the 7-day moving average, and the black broken line shows the NSW goal of conducting ≥ 8,000 COVID-19 tests per day. Click on the image to enlarge.

𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵 + 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲 [𝗝𝗔𝗡 ⭢ 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁]

Last Updated: 27/11; 10:50 am - ✅ NEW DATA
FYI: For now, I have removed the "𝗥𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗟𝗛𝗗/𝗟𝗚𝗔 + 𝗣𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗰𝗼𝗱𝗲" table from the daily post. This is because all recent cases in NSW have been acquired overseas, and are in hotel quarantine.

💩 𝗩𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗡𝗦𝗪 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿

Last Updated: 27/11; 10:45 am - ✅ NEW DATA
NSW Health releases weekly surveillance reports that provide information about positive samples of COVID-19 in our wastewater systems. The table below provides the most recent data that is publicly available [14/11].

𝙍𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 + 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙮𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙨

Last Updated: 27/11; 10:25 am
In addition to the above, NSW Health posts up to date public health alerts as positive samples of viral fragments are detected. In each of these cases, if you live in an area that is served by the treatment plans, you should monitor for symptoms:

📚️ 𝗿/𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗗𝗼𝘄𝗻𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗡𝗦𝗪 𝗥𝗲𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲𝘀:

1. NSW daily post: Sources of information
2. Clusters: original identification and source
3. NSW Sewage Surveillance Program
4. NSW-relevant Media and Press Releases
5. Current NSW restrictions
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2020.11.26 22:13 nouseforaname888 I encountered a fair amount of racism in Boy Scouts.

Now before I start sharing my experience, I don’t want to say this is true of all Boy Scouts. With that out of the way, I want to say I encountered a lot of racism during my time in Boy Scouts. This was also in the Bay Area which may surprise people but it was in a town that had very few non White people. I am indian American and am vegetarian but I got a lot of really rude, uncalled for remarks by the White people in my Boy Scout troop as a kid. During some of our camping trips, I would take prepackaged indian food as it was vegetarian and my troop was mostly made of people who ate hamburgers, sloppy joes, and meat heavy dishes. They would say things to me like do you Indians worship cows? Why are all people a bunch of weird vegetarians? Why do you eat that indian food? It looks like diarrhea. People might say kids will be kids but I brought this up to the adults and the scoutmaster himself said indian food looks like diarrhea. Other times, some of the kids would talk about dating and whenever they referred to me, they would say don’t worry his culture believes in arranged marriages. I got so fed up with this troop that I quit and joined another that wasn’t as racist and eventually got my Eagle Scout.
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2020.11.26 20:47 AkagisWhiteComet My first dual-monitor PC build for gaming/graphic design & photo editing, flexible budget but want to take advantage of the most Black Friday deals that I can!

What will you be doing with this PC? Be as specific as possible, and include specific games or programs you will be using.
Pretty much all modern gaming, mostly COD, Genshin Impact, and racing games (simulators, open world) at 144Hz but only in 1080p as I have a dual 1080p 165Hz monitor setup and want to still keep that for a while. Photo/graphic design editing every now and then, but from my limited knowledge, this is not nearly as intensive as video processing and I'm expecting any build that can handle 1080p 144Hz gaming can handle this without trouble. Both my monitors have AMD Free-Sync so I want to take advantage of that too, but I'm also not sure if powering 2 monitors will necessitate more need for better parts.
What is your maximum budget before rebates/shipping/taxes?
$1,000-$1,300, preferably closer to $1,000
When do you plan on building/buying the PC? Note: beyond a week or two from today means any build you receive will be out of date when you want to buy.
ASAP, given the influx of Black Friday deals in the next several days that hopefully let me cut costs on some pieces that I can take advantage of.
What, exactly, do you need included in the budget? (ToweOS/monitokeyboard/mouse/etc)
Everything except monitors and peripherals (keyboard + mouse)
Which country (and state/province) will you be purchasing the parts in? If you're in US, do you have access to a Microcenter location?
Bay Area, CA. No Microcenter by me anymore unfortunately.
If reusing any parts (including monitor(s)/keyboard/mouse/etc), what parts will you be reusing? Brands and models are appreciated.
I'll still be reusing both my MSI MAG270VC2 165Hz monitors, Logitech G613 keyboard, and Logitech G602 mouse.
Will you be overclocking? If yes, are you interested in overclocking right away, or down the line? CPU and/or GPU?
Not a priority. I'm a beginner to building PCs and overclocking scares me somewhat, I'd rather not have to often.
Are there any specific features or items you want/need in the build? (ex: SSD, large amount of storage or a RAID setup, CUDA or OpenCL support, etc)
SSD is the only thing I definitely need. I'm looking at drives that are on sale for Black Friday, debating between 500GB and 1TB for game files and some media.
What type of network connectivity do you need? (Wired and/or WiFi) If WiFi is needed and you would like to find the fastest match for your wireless router, please list any specifics.
Wired & WiFi. Unfortunately I don't know enough about my router, except that it's an Asus router with 5G connection.
Do you have any specific case preferences (Size like ITX/microATX/mid-towefull-tower, styles, colors, window or not, LED lighting, etc), or a particular color theme preference for the components?
Only preference is not too big so it can fit on a corner of a ~6 foot desk. Don't care about RGBs or colors either, this is one of the areas I was thinking of taking advantage of Black Friday deals on.
Do you need a copy of Windows included in the budget? If you do need one included, do you have a preference?
Yes, probably just normal Windows 10.
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2020.11.26 20:01 apersonhere123 Building a gaming PC

What will you be doing with this PC? Be as specific as possible, and include specific games or programs you will be using.
I play a variety of games, mostly CSGO and Dota 2 currently. But understanding those are simpler games I am planning to get a VR system in the future so need a computer that could run that. Also do occasionally pick up new triple AAA titles and would like to be able to run those well. Planning to purchase a gaming monitor as well, potentially ultrawide 1440 so would need to be able to run on that.
What is your maximum budget before rebates/shipping/taxes?
Probably around $2000 USD, although could be budged slightly. If the monitor can be included and come under budget that ideal, but neccassary
When do you plan on building/buying the PC? Note: beyond a week or two from today means any build you receive will be out of date when you want to buy.
Pretty much as soon as I can get the parts. Ideally I would like a 3070 or 3080 as the gpu based on what people think I need for this build, and the limiting factor in timing is likely getting my hands on one.
What, exactly, do you need included in the budget? (ToweOS/monitokeyboard/mouse/etc)
I currently have a mouse, and do have a spare keyboard lieing around so that does not need to be included. I also already have a monitor, so that does not need to be included. I would need OS, preferably the newest Windows.
Which country (and state/province) will you be purchasing the parts in? If you're in US, do you have access to a Microcenter location?
Bay Area, CA, United States
If reusing any parts (including monitor(s)/keyboard/mouse/etc), what parts will you be reusing? Brands and models are appreciated.
Nothing that’s important - a monitor and mouse but the monitor is more temporary
Will you be overclocking? If yes, are you interested in overclocking right away, or down the line? CPU and/or GPU?
Potentially down the line, but I don’t feel knowledgeable enough to do it now.
Are there any specific features or items you want/need in the build? (ex: SSD, large amount of storage or a RAID setup, CUDA or OpenCL support, etc)
Don’t think so, my understanding is intel/nvidia is still better than AMD but I could be convinced otherwise. The 3070/3080 VR ability prompted me to look to build so would like a build that potentially includes one. Local stores are starting to have a little inventory so I’m optimistic I can snag one before too long.
Also would prefer SSD for sure, and potentially over 1TB because games are getting crazy in size.
Do you have any specific case preferences (Size like ITX/microATX/mid-towefull-tower, styles, colors, window or not, LED lighting, etc), or a particular color theme preference for the components?
Nothing really. I think a window is kind of cool. I’m not a big RGB person but if there is a little light and color I think it’s cool.
Do you need a copy of Windows included in the budget? If you do need one included, do you have a preference?
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2020.11.26 19:13 cal_ness Fear is a Sliver

I have a debilitating fear of clusters. It’s called trypophobia.
Lotus pods. Egg sacks. Compound insect eyes. At the sight of clusters, I go inward to an extremely dark place.
A horror-obsessed friend of mine suggested, jokingly, that I look up some Lovecraft-related imagery. Tentacles covered in millions of eyes –– I didn’t talk to him for a month after that. He felt terrible, but his remorse didn’t get the image out of my head. It didn’t stop the anxiety attacks I started having either.
My current therapist said I should spend more time reflecting on what happened last year. I journaled for a while, but eventually, it felt too lonely. I started going to a self-help group for phobias that aren’t recognized by the mainstream medical community. But I felt too exposed. And to be honest, I got tired of listening to people talk about stuff like nomophobia (fear of not having your cell phone), heliophobia (fear of sunlight), and ablutophobia (fear of bathing).
I don’t mean to minimize anyone’s fears, but when combined, those three phobias sound like the basic affliction of being a cis-gendered, white, large adult son millennial. Most of the people in the group were. Kurts and Skylers and Tommys. Promising high school athletes who got fat and depressed and moved into their mom’s basements.
Not to engage in phobia superiority, but sitting in mom’s basement, doom scrolling on your phone, refusing to come up for air or basic hygiene? Trypophobia seems a little bit more substantive, especially given what it eventually led to in my life.
I’ve come to realize that fear is a sliver. It burrows underneath your skin. The more you think about it, the deeper it crawls. Fear, left untended, festers. And then eventually, your body either absorbs it or finds a way to shove it out. I’m not sure why some people get lucky, and others get stuck with their phobias forever.
My body absorbed my fear of clusters. Trypophobia is part of my DNA now.
Let’s go back to how all of this started. In the mid-2010s, a bunch of photoshopped images of body parts superimposed with lotus pods started circulating the Internet. The first one I saw was a cheek. It belonged to a beautiful model, but the photoshopped lotus pod made it look like there were holes in the side of her face, with little eyes staring out of the darkness. When I saw an image of a breast, the nipple superimposed with another lotus pod, I lost it. I’d never had an anxiety attack before, but I had one then. I shut myself in the closet until my boyfriend came over and finally got me to come out.
“It’s fake.” My boyfriend at the time, just trying to help. “Here, look at this.”
He pulled up photos of lotus pods on his phone, but it didn’t help. The ream of Google images was filled with pictures of honeycomb, egg sacks, insect eyes, some of the other things I mentioned. But all of it revolted me equally. The sliver dug deeper.
About six months later, I found out that my fear of clusters had a name. Trypophobia was a thing. Apparently Kendall Jenner has it. I went further down the Internet rabbit hole. I started calling in sick to work. I stopped working out, which was unlike me, given that I rowed for the varsity crew team in college. It got to the point where I was so debilitated by my fear of clusters that my boyfriend went to my parents. They drove to the city and staged an intervention. Everyone insisted that I see a therapist.
That was three therapists ago. I’ve been fired multiple times, which I didn’t even know was a thing until it happened. Apparently therapists are human after all. They can reach their wit’s end, too. Especially when listening to people talk about weird stuff like trypophobia.
Therapy didn’t help, even though I went regularly for six months. I still saw clusters everywhere I looked. The anxiety attacks continued, and they started happening more frequently.
Everything changed one morning when, getting out of the shower, I saw an oozing batch of clusters growing on my right knee.
“I’ll admit it,” said my boyfriend, visibly grossed out but doing his best to be strong for me. “There’s a rash. But hold on, I don’t think it’s as bad as you think.”
He pulled up an article on his phone.
“I think it’s just shingles. Anyone who's had chickenpox can get it.”
Chickenpox? You mean that sickness we get when we’re kids. The one where clusters of red bumps break out all over your body?
“It’s caused by stress,” he said. “We both know how stressed you’ve been.”
There was a long pause, me staring at the batch of eggs or eyes or bumps or whatever they were that had bubbled up on the skin around my right kneecap. Sure, shingles. Call it whatever you want. I couldn’t help feeling that the rash was staring up at me.
“You should go to the doctor,” my boyfriend said.
I could hear the strain in his voice. He wanted the craziness to end. I did too.
Several weeks later (navigating our messed-up healthcare system by first seeing a doctor, getting a referral to a dermatologist, then waiting around until they finally had an opening), I got in to see someone. I remember the conversation clearly. It’s seared into my mind.
“Shingles,” the dermatologist confirmed.
His name was Dr. Harman. The guy creeped me out, more of a pediatrician-type than a specialist. He talked to me like I was five. He had this flirty, dismissive way of interacting, couched in what felt like fake concern.
“Two hundred thousand cases a year, kiddo. It resolves itself in a few weeks, but that doesn’t make it any less painful. I had shingles during the first year of med school.”
Dr. Harman went to his computer and started typing.
“I’m going to prescribe a capsaicin patch,” he said. “You can get the cream over the counter, but the prescription-strength patch is very effective. Just leave it on until I see you again and you’ll be right as rain. We’ll take a look in three weeks. My nurse will schedule a follow up.”
He winked at me. I imagined him as a fly. A big compound eye made of thousands of little ones, all winking at the same time.
“It’ll feel kinda gunky, but don’t peek at it,” Dr. Harman said. “Pinkie promise? Let the patch work its magic.”
I ignored the pinkie promise, wanting to be as far away from Dr. Harman as I could get.
I was about to leave when he stopped me.
“You said you’ve also had anxiety attacks. Have you considered anti-anxiety medication? While you wait this out, I think you could benefit from a benzodiazepine. They’ll help when you have anxiety attacks. Benzos, as they’re called on the street, are extremely addictive. There can be side effects, too. But I would write a short-term prescription if you’re interested, just until our follow up. We’d start with a low dose, then gradually introduce more meds if it’s proving to be effective.”
I walked out of Dr. Harman’s office with the prescription for the capsaicin patch and another one for a three week supply of Klonopin. When I told my parents about the pills, they were worried at first. I had a distant cousin who’d gotten addicted to the stuff. I gave my parents permission to call Dr. Harman. He assured them that it was short-term, three weeks, just until the shingles cleared up and we had our follow up appointment. I’d never had an addictive personality, so we all agreed it was the best way forward.
True to my word, I didn’t lift up the patch. I didn’t “take a peek,” as Dr. Harman put it. The Klonopin helped too. I can’t deny that I felt a magnetic pull, at times, to look up pictures of clusters. But then I’d take an extra Klonopin and stop myself. The benzos really leveled me out, which both my boyfriend and I were grateful for.
When the check-in appointment arrived two weeks later, I wanted my boyfriend to come with me, but he had work. I went to Dr. Harman’s office alone. He lifted up the patch.
“Now isn’t this funny,” he said.
He patted my shoulder. I shuddered. Goosebumps. More clusters.
“This happens,” he said. “The treatment doesn’t work overnight.”
The shingles had gotten worse. They weren’t shingles anymore. My right knee was covered in tiny holes. It looked almost like it had been photoshopped with a lotus pod. Dr. Harman called in his nurse, who did her best to calm me down, averting her stare from my knee as she rubbed my back.
“I want you to see a specialist,” Dr. Harman said. “He’s extremely talented. There’s a psychosomatic element to this. I can’t help with that part.”
He prescribed extra strength capsaicin cream (I refused to put on another patch) and upped my dose of Klonopin.
That night, at home, my boyfriend broke up with me. Or at least, he put our relationship on pause.
“I can’t do this anymore,” he said. “I’m so sorry about what’s happening, but this is too much. It’s interfering with my work. It’s interfering with my happiness. I want to be there for you, but I have to take care of myself.”
Despite my pleas to be given a second chance, he left, promising to revisit things once I got the phobia and disgusting skin condition under control. My parents offered to come up and see me. They sort of insisted. But I said no. I needed to deal with this on my own.
The specialist recommended by Dr. Harman came to my apartment for a house call. He was friendly, calming. Unlike Dr. Harman, he put me at ease. He was middle-aged, maybe forty-five or fifty, and extremely handsome due in part to his personality. He reminded me of an older, better looking Seth Rogan. A bit chubby. Curly hair. Darker features than Seth Rogan, darker hair too. But he was the kind of person who puts you at ease as soon as they walk into the room.
His name was Dr. Miller. Craig Miller. He carried a black briefcase in, which was full of his medical tools.
“I like doing house calls,” he said. “This is not the kind of thing you should be coming into a stuffy clinic for. I’m an osteopath. I used to work at the same dermatology clinic as Dr. Harman, but I eventually decided the corporate lifestyle wasn’t for me.”
Dr. Miller showed me his medical license, even though I didn’t ask to see it. Then he started examining my knee.
“I’m so sorry,” he said. “That looks incredibly painful.”
He poked around a bit with a set of tweezers, gently, but it still hurt like hell.
“I hear that you have trypophobia as well.”
Dr. Miller was the first person to acknowledge that it was a real thing. Dr. Harman hadn’t. My therapist didn’t, and neither did my boyfriend or my parents.
“Yes,” I said. “It’s awful.”
Dr. Miller nodded.
“There is a psychosomatic element to this,” he said. “But I want you to ignore the word psycho in that term. You’re not crazy. You’re just stressed, which I think is completely understandable given the circumstances.”
He sat back in his chair, thinking for a second. Then he reached into his briefcase and pulled out a plastic package. The package was sealed, sterilized, unused. Inside was a set of tweezers like the ones he used to dig around the rash on my knee, what looked like a dental pick, and a small metal thing. It looked like a stamp with a smooth surface.
For the next half hour, Dr. Miller talked me through everything.
“It doesn’t make sense for you to come into the office three times a day, which is what it will take,” he said. “Think of it like digging out a sliver. To get rid of the toxins that are causing this, you have to be vigilant. Essentially, it’s a bunch of slivers, each of which is causing a mini infection.”
“Pick,” he said, digging in as gently as he could. “Loosen. Tweeze. Smooth. Pretty simple once you memorize it.”
He showed me again. I winced but stayed strong, knowing it would help.
“Needle. Tweezers. Stamp. Needle. Tweezers. Stamp.”
He put down the tools and picked up a tube of capsaicin cream, squirting some onto his pudgy index finger.
“Apply the capsaicin cream liberally.”
It stung like hell.
“Rinse and repeat five times,” he continued, “and complete the process three times a day. I want you to do it morning, noon, and night. Keep taking the Klonopin as well. As an osteopath, I’m not a huge fan of the stuff, but I think it’s vital in your case. I’m going to up your dose a bit. Until you get in to see Dr. Harman for your follow up next week, let’s double it.
My knee throbbed viciously, but for the first time in months, I had hope. After we finished the initial treatment, it felt better, as though we’d already excised some of the toxins.
Dr. Miller left. I decided to do one more regimen for good measure before bed.
I did the treatment, as prescribed, for a few days. It felt so good to be doing something proactive. The little holes started to disappear. My fear of clusters started disappearing too. The disgusting shingle-like infestation began spreading a bit from my knee, crawling into the area below my quadricep and toward the “fibular collateral ligament.” That’s just a fancy word I found. It’s that thick tendon on the backside of your knee.
I eventually amped up Dr. Miller’s regimen to keep it at bay: twice in the morning, twice in the afternoon, once around dinner time, and once right before bed. I kept taking the Klonopin as he prescribed, doubling the dose.
I spent a lot of time in bed because it hurt to walk. I didn’t realize how essential your knee is to the act of walking. When I called Dr. Miller to give him an update, he recommended that I order a cane. I got one on Amazon. It helped ease the pressure.
The day of my follow up dermatology appointment came a week later. I coated my knee in capsaicin cream, covered it in plastic wrap, and bound everything together with an Ace bandage.
My ex-boyfriend said he’d take the morning off work and come with me to the dermatologist. He was so happy my fear was going away. Plus, there was no way I was driving. The regimen had helped, but you need a lot more knee strength to press the gas and the break than you might think. My boyfriend gagged initially at the smell of the cream, but we kept the windows down as we drove to Dr. Harman’s office and had a pretty good talk about life.
Once we checked in at the clinic, I walked into the examination room, and my boyfriend helped me up onto the table.
“An Ace bandage, hmm?” asked Dr. Harman. “The patch was falling off?”
I told him I’d stopped wearing the patch like he recommended.
“Call me crazy,” said Dr. Harman, “but I remember asking you to promise not to take off the patch.”
I said we must have remembered it differently. But I assured Dr. Harman that the combination of extra strength capsaicin cream and the excision regimen had made things better, even though the area with the shingles had gotten a little messy as a result.
“Excision regimen?” asked Dr. Harman, looking thoroughly confused. “Well, anyhow, let’s take a look.”
When Dr. Harman unwrapped my knee, his nurse screamed. My ex-boyfriend gagged, then started vomiting in the corner of the examination room.
Good god,” said Dr. Harman, his face white as a sheet. “What have you done?”
I looked down at my knee and got hit with the worst stench I’ve ever smelled. The bone of my kneecap, swollen tendons, and everything else in the six-inch diameter surrounding where the shingles had been was a mangled mess of flesh. A dark blanket of gangrene had begun spreading across everything. The exposed veins pulsed, throbbing, almost black. They snaked up and down my leg, constricting the small amount of healthy flesh that was left.
“What the hell have you done?!” demanded Dr. Harman.
I told Dr. Harman about Dr. Miller’s regimen, about how I’d called him right after our check-in at two weeks, just like I’d been instructed to do.
“I’ve never heard of anyone named Dr. Miller,” said Dr. Harman, stumbling into the cabinets behind him. “And I haven’t seen you since our first appointment three weeks ago.”
The next few hours were chaotic. My ex-boyfriend stumbled out of the examination room, mute, his eyes glazed over. The doctors and nurses shot my knee full of various liquids, holding me down as I screamed in pain, then rushed me to the emergency room. The ER doctor insisted that we amputate. I screamed in protest. My parents came from out of town, bombing over the mountain pass as fast as their SUV would take them. The ER team continued treating my leg. They brought in a plastic surgeon. He suggested we amputate as well. I got a third opinion. Another specialist said that amputation was the only option, that it was a matter of life and death. I was still screaming when they covered my nose and mouth in a plastic mask and the anesthesia kicked in.
I woke up hours later with a tingling sensation in my right leg. But when I looked down, I saw that it was gone. All that remained was a stump that extended six inches below my pelvis. Blood had already leaked through the bandage.
The hardest part about all of this is the distance I feel from the rest of humankind nowadays. The support groups helped for a bit. I even made a few friends who I keep in touch with. But in college, I’d been an athlete. I’d always been active. Those days were gone. My existence had become sedentary within a few short weeks.
My parents paid for the most expensive, advanced prosthetic possible. It sort of feels like I’m walking, even though seventy-five percent of my right leg has been cut off. Since starting PT, I’ve graduated from a walker to a cane. The doctors have mixed opinions about when I’ll be able to walk again on my own without assistance.
For months, I insisted there had been a man named Dr. Craig Miller. I insisted that I’d come into Dr. Harman’s office at two weeks for a scheduled check-in, that Dr. Harman had been the one to recommend seeing Dr. Miller. He vehemently denied it. We all thought there’d be a malpractice suit for a month or so, but there just wasn’t enough evidence –– my word against his.
I told the authorities that Dr. Miller was a middle-aged, darker featured version of Seth Rogan. There was no record of any doctor named Craig Miller in the state. There was a doctor named Craig Miller on the east coast, but he was a geriatrician. There were a dozen others, as well, but none were osteopath dermatologists who did house calls. None that recommended treatment regimens like the one I’d done. Dr. Harman also insisted that I’d abused the Klonopin and that he had given me precise instructions about the amount to take, that he’d told me there can be adverse side effects if it's abused.
The capsaicin cream, rubbed into the raw wound, had caused the infection that made me lose my leg. A psychiatrist I was assigned to see was furious that I’d been prescribed Klonopin. They confirmed it had caused severe psychotic episodes, exacerbated by my underlying fear of clusters. Dr. Harman got a slap on the wrists and went back to his dermatology practice.
I still have a fear of clusters. Trypophobia is a part of my DNA. But with a lot of help from my therapist and my parents, it’s gotten better. “Better” doesn’t mean my leg grew back, but at least I’m not paralyzed by anxiety anymore.
I even started dating someone I met in the physical therapy clinic. He has a prosthetic leg as well. It makes our relationship more comfortable. We understand each other. We move at roughly the same speed. But my life is changed forever.
Trypophobia still isn’t recognized as a mental disorder by the mainstream medical community. It’s “an aversion,” something Kendall Jenner complained about one time on a talk show.
Most people write me off as a crazy person. The Internet has been vicious. But Dr. Craig Miller, that phantom figment of my imagination. He seemed so real. I’ve started to forgive myself, but it’s taken a lot of hard work.
I appreciate being able to tell my story here. Maybe if enough people come forward, my mental disorder will be formally recognized. No amount of topical cream and anti-anxiety meds can rid me of my fear of clusters. Once upon a time, it was a sliver. Now it’s a part of my physiology.
“Debilitate” is defined as follows: to make (someone) weak and infirm.
Debilitated by fear of clusters? Or debilitated due to self-induced amputation?
Take your pick.
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2020.11.26 16:49 TexasHealthoc RN/Registered Nurse - Maternal/Newborn, Couplet Care - Full-time - We're Expanding!

Texas Health Alliance seeks to hire an experienced Maternal/Newborn, couplet care RN to work Full-time.
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The address is 10864 Texas Health Trail, Ft. Worth, TX 76244.
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The ideal candidate will possess the following qualifications: • Associate's degree in Nursing (A.D.N.) is required • Bachelor's degree in Nursing (BSN) is preferred – Completion of BSN within two (2) years of earliest start date in a Texas Health RN role is required. • One (1) year experience as a clinical nurse (RN) or completion of an RN Residency program required. (More than 2 years recent Mothebaby, couplet care RN experience from an acute care facility strongly preferred)

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2020.11.26 14:14 River6r Looking for more people to group with/ Looking for Driver/ Leaving West Coast

Hi there! I’m a 14 year old non-binary from the Bay Area CA, and I’ve partnered with a boy from Oregon who is also 14. Together we have a decent amount of money (300-400 at least), and we are going to leave the West Coast and venture east. We do not have a set leave date yet (we might leave early 2021 but we’re not sure yet), and we are currently making and plan and getting ready to go.
Our plan of living involves taking buses, moving around a lot, showering in gyms, and potentially do art commissions to get money since we are too young to get jobs. We would love to have another person or two to group with us, ideally we want a group of about 4 people who are from the West Coast and heading east.
We also need a driver to drive at least one us out of state to start the journey. If you want to join or can be of any help, please reply or DM me. We could probably also pay for gas it that is needed.
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2020.11.26 09:51 jonathan22tu My personal East Bay list

S tier (never a let down, execution is always there. Basically my gold standard restaurants, been here 3+ times):
Pho Ga Huong Que Cafe The chicken pho broth here is so on point there's no need to add anything. In fact their sauce caddy game is unbelievably weak. But the ranch chicken + ginger scallion sauce is MSG perfection.
Viks Chaat House The food is explosive. Salty, sweet, acidic, etc. So much flavor and variety, I actually don't know most of the dishes but I order anyway. The mango lassi is amazing.
Mago Relatively new restaurant. Some of the best execution in the East Bay. Delicious, creative food. My go to date night restaurant.
Champa Garden This place just nails it. I think my tastes for these dishes have been seriously warped by Champa and now what they serve is my platonic ideal of that dish, including their version of nam khao.
TrueBurger For me, the best burger in the Bay Area and it's not very close. Unbelievably juicy, well seasoned burgers. And the fries are as close to the perfect fry that I can imagine.
Pyeong Chang Tofu House The banchan selection is relatively small but well done. The star is of course the tofu stew. Silky tofu, deeply seasoned.
A tier:
Tacos El [email protected] I still don't understand the weird name but whatever. The meat gets chopped to order, a true rarity. When the tripas game is on this is the best taco in Oakland. I love that they dip the tortillas into a giant rondeau full of braising meats.
Ippuku When it's not running out of food 30 minutes after they open they're pretty fucking good. Fun, slightly out there izakaya dishes like yuba in soymilk. Chicken neck skewer is my personal favorite. The perfect first date.
Saul's Delicatessen Honestly I think the pastrami is better than Katz's or Canter's, it's a much higher ratio of fatty brisket.
Grand Lake Kitchen What a standby. Nothing is revolutionary, it's just well done. And tasty.
Juanita and Maude Only been here twice and it's just delicious. I actually don't really understand the menu in terms of how they decide on the food as it can go Mexican, or Asian, or Northern California mediterranean or whatever. Just well executed.
Belotti Ristorante Not your Flour and Water or Rich Table with the weird but delicious pasta sets, this place seems pretty traditional and straight forward. Well cooked and most importantly well glazed pasta.
Pho King Broth is well balanced. They absolutely give it to you when you order meat heavy soups. And a great example of how a shrimp cake should be made.
Beauty's Bagels Haven't been since the change in ownership but great texture, and I love some of the combos like the chicken liver sandwich.
Ichi Soba Simple, well done. What more could you ask for?
Homestead Absolutely beautiful restaurant. One of those Chez Panisse-y places but actually good execution, lots of grilling and smoke.
Shan Dong I took my wedding photos here. I had my rehearsal lunch here, too. So it's very nostalgic for me but I do love the hand pulled chow mein, the dumplings and when it's on, the dry fry green beans.
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