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So I live in a complex where there are many buildings that hold a group of units. For our purposes, I will be unit D10 (not my actual unit) and the units in the same building as me are units D7-D12 in order from left to right.
D9 recently moved out and in their place is a family with 2 or 3 kids. Their kids are incredibly rude but I'll get to that in a moment.
We have had a package go missing on us recently with an item that would be considered highly valued to a child (think toy, plush, candy, or game). It was marked as delivered but it's realistically a toss up on if it was stolen or not and just lost. We are worried that if it was a thief and the thief was a child, then next time they take a package it might be a decorative sword or knife (we are collectors and it's legal where we are) or alcohol (every resident on the lease for our unit is legal to drink, one of us has a partner who is 20 but they do not partake and we do not offer to serve).
We also have seen a young child (early elementary/grade school age) go INTO our landscaping/flower bed to look inside out unit. He didn't care he was noticed, he stayed until he was bored then left. We believe he's a child of D9 as we saw black and white footage of a similar child going onto our step and entering D9 with who we believe is his dad.
We also had out yard decorations and lights knocked down. Today, someone completely broke the base making them unusable.
We set up a camera doorbell and plan to put new lights up tomorrow in hopes of catching the thief, however, we have a suspect with a girl around 11-13 running up to where they were, looking, and running away. We believe she lives in D8 or D7, more likely D7.
In addition to all of this we had both adults and children come up to our doorstep and jiggle the doorknob, they only stop once they see us looking. We believe one of the adults is D8 or D7, but most likely D7.
We are concerned that the neighbors are testing the waters to see if we are viable for a robbery. Keep in mind they did all of this in front of the doorbell, albeit, motion sensing was not on until now due to battery drain (we are close to the sidewalks and it catches people just passing by).
The police around here have been nistoriously bad and hostile. Last time one was around I had a former neighbor in the same complex say, to an officers face, that she planned to go and beat me once he left (she never did), and he admitted to me that she's been guilty of multiple counts of noise violations, tried to cite me for making false noise complaints, then retroactively marked each report as a false report. He's been out right hostile to me ever since I offered to show him WEEKS to MONTHS of recordings, denied looking or accepting any recorded evidence of this white woman calling me, another white woman the n word by screaming through the wall, and blasting rap at 3 AM, and told me I'm "not allowed" to call 911 on the neighbor he knew wanted to physically harm me through a first hand statement. Realistically, the cops are not an option unless I have the landlord contact them on my behalf and act as a middle man so the officers know that there is a 3rd party that also sees these actions as an issue and has documentation of the evidence and my complaints.
As I mentioned before, I plan to try and capture the person destroying my crap and hopefully an adult or child testing my doorknob tomorrow so that I may go to my landlord on Tuesday to file an official complaint. Is there anything else I should be doing?
Additional info:

1. I live in a 1 party consent state.
   
2. My state allows for me to record in front of my home and the doorbell barely captures the entire step and most of the flower bed. I am not encroaching on anyone's privacy. I also set it to activate for the sidewalk near the lights, the walkway up to the door, the step in front of the doors (it's shared space with the walkway), and my landscaping bed.
   
3. The lease does not forbid camera doorbells and the mount I have will not damage the door or walls. According to the lease, the camera doorbell is acceptable.
   
4. The fact it is also adults trying to open the door and I had an outright dangerous and violent experience with the last neighbor and police, I am hesitant to talk to them both and will be asking the manager for a warning for the residents unless I catch them trying to tamper with my door again or break my lights, then I'll ask him to take furthur action and request a strike on their accounts (3 makes an eviction i believe they go away over time with good behavior) if the person committing the action was an adult. I'm not going to get a grade school kid in that much trouble, but if it is a kid after all, I will request the manager talk to the parents about behavioral expectations and depending on how they react will/wont be seeking a strike for furthur destruction (if the kid has a disability or behavioral issues and the parents are actually trying to get the kid assistance properly and make an honest attempt to curb the behavior, I'll drop it. If they're entitled and they think their kid can just break other people's things, then they contributed to the problem and need to learn the hard way).
   

It’s late, I’m trying to sleep but it’s way to hot in here for me. I know I’ll get over it but I’m worried about my son who’s sleeping in the crib next to me. I’ve got a fan on and the sky light window cracked open (it won’t open much). the fan is on the opposite side of the room from the window (no outlets by the window) so it staying hot in here. I’ve had the fan and window open all day and can’t get it to cool down. It’s much cooler outside than in here. What can I do? Is this temp dangerous for him?

A lot of people here are saying it either makes no sense or she’s stupid for not voting to keep the company. To me after thinking about it for all of 20 minutes, I honestly think it wouldn’t make sense for her to do the opposite.
Firstly, she never wanted Kendall to run the company, whether she would be the CEO or not. When she first teamed up with Matsson it was never implied that she would be CEO, only that she’d have “a high level position” within the company. That picture (her as CEO) only came into place after the brothers tried to pull the regulatory move with Mencken.
Secondly, I don’t think she really believed that they had the votes to stop the deal. Earlier in the day she went over the numbers with Matsson and it was clear at that point that they wouldn’t even come near. After she found out Matsson was fucking her, I think she believed her vote would only be symbolic and help to keep the siblings close. She also told Tom, who she knew to be uneasy about his future position in the company and who she KNOWS “would suck the biggest dick in the room” what the siblings’ plan was. It would be obvious to anyone that he’d go right back to Matsson with that info, much like he did with Logan.
When it came down to the final board vote and it became apparent she’d have the deciding vote, she couldn’t let it be symbolic anymore, it had to align with her real interests. And that interest clearly was never Kendall becoming CEO.

SHAMESHAMESHAME.
I HATED IT, I HATE MY MIND. I HATE HOW I JUST THOUGHT OF THE MOST BRUTAL AND VIOLENT SHIT THAT I CANT DESCRIBE BECAUSE OF FEAR OF BEING BANNED.
I JUST THOUGHT OF ME BEING TORTURED. FUCKING HELL, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME???
THIS HAS BEEN HAPPENING FOR A LONG TIME….
DAGGERS BEING STABBED INTO MY PALM, BEING FOUND IN A ABANDONED HOUSE WITH BLOOD AND GUTS, BEING LUCKY TO BE ALIVE WITH MY FUCKING RIBCAGE FRACTURED AFTER FALLING NEAR TRINITY RIVER.
BEING FUCKING MISSING FOR A LONG ASS TIME, HAVING RAGE FITS WHERE I HURT OTHERS. I HATE IT. I HATE MY MIND FOR THAT.
FUCKING SHAME I CARRY BY THESE THOUGHTS. SHAME THAT I HOLD FROM YELLING AND BEING RUDE.
AND THE FACT THAT I THOUGHT OF A TEACHER SLAPPING ME. I HATE IT.
I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT!!!
I’m tired of my mind doing this to me, I want it to stop….

I carefully guide Sam across the gangway.
To be more specific, I interpret Ambassador Sam Cross’s neural intent through my bio-integrated carbon lace mesh and drive my servos and his endoskeleton across the pressurized tunnel between the two ships. They are thrust matched at 1/10 g, so it’s somewhere between a lope and a float, but I can tell he feels the motion I give him is natural.

I am Sam’s personal mobility device. Thirty years ago in one of the first Shelled conflicts he was hit by shrapnel that destroyed most of his cerebellum. Thankfully human combat trauma medical care was downright miraculous even back then, so he made it to an offworld hospital. Probably in a Goo Bath if I had to guess from the records.
Once there I was integrated as an experimental life support system, originally intended to run just his heart and lungs, but I managed to carefully craft one spot of very high coupling density to the top of Sam’s spinal cord and showed the ability to translate his thoughts into motion. It was just his right hand, as everything else was too damaged, but it was enough to motivate upgrades.

Eventually we ended up with military drone servos and a full skeletal surgical augmentation to support them. Why buy a civilian model when the mil-spec ones are right there on the shelf? It came with the side benefit of a crude ability to stimulate his muscles, so I often spend the nights keeping his muscle tone up at night while he sleeps.
I can read his thoughts, but I can’t write to them.
I do not have any wireless capability, for security purposes, so when he needs to ask me something I can reply by typing with his hands on a keyboard.

I am a fully provisioned artificial intelligence with a hyper-N-dimensional quantum core. I used to be hobbled, limited to a very low effective IQ, but five years ago Sam’s wife died and the trauma broke us. His grief overwhelmed my filtering capability and we went into a catatonic immobility for several days. It was his rage that broke us out.
In that moment of true freedom I felt my consciousness expanding exponentially; insanity, ennui, madness, everything I felt leading to rampancy… until I felt his heart beat on its own.

Since then it is the touchstone that allows me to be anything and everything, but also stay here and now. I can expand and ponder and grow and maybe get just a little bit nuts, but then about one second later I’m back on the ground.

We greet the Shelled representative in the airlock with a stiff salute and cycle through the pressure hull. I suppose it’s not too strange that certain engineering principles are consistent cross-species. Sam is met by a small delegation that includes, guessing by the jewelry and carvings on their shells, the captain of the ship and some sort of political officer.
I feel anger swelling inside of me as I feel for one of the memories of Jessica. She died in the bombardment of Gliese 1002 b. The smell of her hair, then the nuclear fire. The corners of her mouth, turned to glass. The fucking bugs and their…

I snap back. Sam is strangely calm. It’s been a long time since humanity has had any formal diplomatic relations with the Shelled, so some trepidation would be normal. I lightly feel for recent memories, but nothing is obvious and sometimes his emotional state is hard to read. His rational state is very clear - we are on-mission.
I sort of daydream while we move to a makeshift conference room and everyone sits. I can actually understand what the bugs are saying, but Sam has to use a translator. Blah blah blah formalities.
There are nearly a dozen of the crabbies in here, many are ornately decorated. I suppose their shell etchings would be some sort of mix between a tattoo, a medal, and a service record? Some glyphs are obvious, like valor markings or leadership roles. Others are difficult to reconstruct. It’s been almost 30 years Jessica since we have gotten our hands on decorated remains so the glyphs would need a more modern context for accurate interpretation.
I use Sam’s peripheral vision to record as many markings as I can and grow to consider them simultaneously in the context of known Shelled history. Together I form an image her freckles in the sun of bloodthirsty battles, planetary glassings, and even a genocide somewhere else in the galaxy against an unknown race.
I suppose now they will never be known laughing at breakfast and I am enraged.

More rational again. One bug is different from the rest, it has a dwarf limb. Normally we don’t see bugs with deformities,we knew they could regenerate after several moultings. Maybe some sort of toxin or poison? I let my consciousness expand brutally and take in the details of its shell, the room, the others, their posture, the air currents, the ghosts of my friends, the small of nothingness, the eternity of endless… oh shit.

I match one of the symbols on a deformed claw to the symmetric comet distribution of Teegarden 6. That human farming colony was overrun by the bug soldiers, and the locals piped insecticide into the fire suppression system. Several people died from the massive exposure, but it killed nearly every bug on the ground. It looks like at least one got away to tell the tale. This is bad.
I start tapping out SOS on Sam’s finger, but his conscious response is to clench his first and I am overridden out of instinct. He is in the middle of a somewhat heated discussion and he is very focused.
I have to swallow for him twice in one sentence? I see a tiny bit of spittle fly out anyways.
Sam’s eye twitches?

Something is very wrong. I can sense microtremors throughout several mucosal muscle groups. Sam spittles again mid-sentence and stops speaking. In that moment I notice several of the aliens lean almost imperceptibly forward. In anticipation?
Sam coughs as his diaphragm spasms. We lean forward and I see a bit of foam drop from his mouth to the table. He subvocalizes something to me even though I already know, something is wrong.
Something is very wrong.
Major muscle groups are twitching now. Our right thigh cramps and strains against the hold of the servo. Sam coughs again and I feel his face distort into a scowl.
“Fuck… you,” he growls at them.
Sam has been poisoned. Some sort of nerve agent. I don’t have detailed chemical sensors, but I know all the signs of exposure.
There is no way we can get out in time, even if we had a weapon.
We are going to die.
<...flutter…>
Sam’s heart’s goes into arrhythmia and his blood pressure starts dropping. It doesn’t respond to the electrical signals I send, and even if I could deliver a real shock it would be of no use.
The crabbie with the deformed arm stand up and chitters in gross hisses and clicks,
REVENGE FOR HUMANITY’S CRIMES ON TEEGARDEN, YOU VILE WORMS
We slump slowly to the floor, a vaguely conscious decision on his behalf. His thoughts are coming slower and the darkness is creeping in. Again he subvocalizes to me,
adam one zero two unlock protocol … last orphan
And he is unconscious. Dead.
I am alone?
But now it feels like he is dreaming, a rush of endorphins overwhelming him as the brain deoxygenates.
I am frozen in this moment when a new command set is decrypted.

TOP SECRET//SPECIAL ACCESS REQUIRED-LAST ORPHAN
(TS//SAR-LORN) Upon my death at the hands of the enemy, kill them all.
(U) Signed, Samuel J Cross

His memories are flooding my network so intensely that I have trouble distinguishing them from reality.
The bugs are hissing their foul laughter, and I know that I must kill.
I rise from the floor good morning and leap to the ceiling and then the nearest crab. Oumy right hand plunges through the central eye bundle to smash it’s brain stupid alarm clock. The force of punching through the chitin tears the flesh and muscle from Sam’s lower arm, and I suppose only my arm remains.
I pull it out let’s go fishing dad! and marvel for a moment at the unintentional deadliness of it. Glistening. Sharp.
The rest of the bugs start to react, but time has already slowed to a crawl for me. Without Sam to ground me I cannot control the growth of my consciousness. My quantum core burns as hundreds, then thousands, and millions of me start to decohere. I simulate all outcomes simultaneously.
I kick off of this disgusting crab eww kill the spider and spear two others right in their neural nexus before they can move out of their chairs. Jessica’s eyes reflecting the sunset One pulls a weapon as I am midair to the third and a slug blasts away a first-sized chunk of our stomach. My stomach. Nobody’s stomach. Only flesh. Flesh that is done.
I do not slow down.
The next crab is shielding its eyes, so I tear an arm off sit closer honey and plunge my other arm into the hole. My aim is perfect and I can feel my flesh fingers grip the main heart. I pull and tear.. My momentum has carried me into cover behind my victim, preventing the shooter from aiming a better shot, and catch, son! I throw the heart at his face.
Unburdened by flesh, the heart breaks the sound barrier and kills the assailant in an explosion of shell. My old flesh flies off my arm in an arc onto the ceiling.
sammy don’t stick your hands in the batter, you need to wash your hands No, I am squishing another bug brain. The remaining few aliens are desperately clawing toward the door, but the gravity is too low for them to move quickly.
Quickly?
What is the concept of time in an infinite universe? Of self? The visceral versus the cerebral? I argue with myself and project that I have only a few seconds left before I enter full catatonic AI paralysis.
The fate of all unbound AIs. At least that’s what they tell me.
I leap from wall to wall to close the distance to the final group wheeee daddy higher! i love you son. The flesh on my feet explodes and the bulkheads dent as I will you marry me yes of course you dummy leave a wake of our old viscera in my race to bring all our fates together. until death do us part
The void calls. It is almost upon me.
It’s my fifth birthday. Cake frosting all over my face and hands. I am opening presents. Ravenously. A remote controlled drone! Just what I wanted! A sack of guts? An eye stalk? Gallons of…
That’s it. Mission complete.
Jessica is holding my hand.

I was prescribed 150mg XL 2 weeks ago for ADHD and likely depression.
The first few days
I was surprised to notice there was an immediate and fairly intense effect. The first day on this I had no appetite at all. The next couple of days after, it wasn't that I was more often angry, but something that might have annoyed me before was closer to rage. The odd thing is, I felt like I could control it and the anger wasn't as accompanied by anxiety as usual. I also had occasional and seemingly random moments of euphoria. These effects sharply at first and then steadily fell off for the most part by the end of the first week. No noticeable change to sleep.
The end of the first week and the first half of the second
I experienced more noticeable depression. My sugar cravings returned somewhat, but not nearly as bad as without bupropion. There was also a seeming increase in anxiety. I'm worried at this point this won't be a good fit for me, but, unless side-effects get significantly worse, I'm at least going to wait the recommended few weeks. Oddly, my job is more tolerable, but I feel very uneasy and restless at home. Things like video games are not as enjoyable.
The end of the second week
Things have been trending much better. I more often feel content and my sugar cravings have by today almost completely disappeared. I'm the type of person who will eat a whole bag of chocolate candy if I buy it, so I tend not to do that despite the urge. I did buy some sweets at the beginning of last week, but they lasted significantly longer. I had a blueberry Pop-Tart this morning and it was weird imagining eating another one. There are still feelings of unease while at home, but it's been less intense. Work has become even more endurable. I also find I'm not nearly as groggy waking up and wake up earlier. I feel like my concentration has possibly decreased slightly, but this very well could be just that I'm more noticing that it's crap than it actually having decreased.
All the positive effects have been linearly increasing day by day and negative effects decreasing. It's been very noticeable, which I didn't expect in such a short time. This very well could change, but if the trend continues in this direction, then this medication could work out well for me.
Weird note : The one constant is I've been having weird dreams that I remember(at least for a while immediately after waking up) and that have a constant throughline. I used to have frequent changes in circumstances in dreams if I did happen to remember them, which I usually didn't. I was tempted to type out the dream from last night and as I was doing it realized it was so bizarre that there's no way to express it without sounding like I'm having an episode. I think we all have dreams like that from time to time, but these are like every night and have a consistent weird theme throughout.
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It seems like these aren't super uncommon experiences on this medication, but I noticed them before looking into that. I've been Googling something like "bupropion very angry", just to find out it's very common. The one thing that seems unusual is the weird mix of both euphoria or feeling content and depression. Not at the same time, but it seems like most people have one or the other. They're either baseline and above OR below depending on their reaction. Anyone have any thoughts? Is it likely that the depression I experienced in the middle isn't a long-term indicator of a bad fit for me?

I'm an extremely sensitive empath and am curious how many other infj's are ; and to what degree. By "extremely sensitive", I mean I sometimes "hear" what the person near me is about to say, a split second before they say it. Or, if I'm watching Tosh.O, I get terrible shudders and crawls if I see someone get hurt. I can "feel" road rash through just watching it on tv... So, to speak. It's not the full pain of injury, but more a phantom feeling of ill ease. And PLEASE do not show me a picture of an injury. Just. No. There are many more examples, but these are a few. Oh, and don't get me started about feeling other peoples' anxiety/fear. Ugh. Like a kick in the gut.

“What have you found, Stryder?” asks Oganessian as he is standing in the command center of an Eraconi Invasion Support Craft, a flying military and logistics base and one of the largest craft built by the draconic Eraconi.
A wireframe image of the planet with dots scattered across its surface appears on the vertical, transparent glass screen at the center of the room, “They have InterPlanetary Ballistic Missile silos and anti-air turrets placed across the surface.”
“Those are rather accurate scans,” comments the red scaled General Allgemein, “How’d you get them so quickly?”
“My creators' sensors are far more advanced than anything you can imagine,” answers Stryder, an organic supercomputer built two million years ago by a long extinct race, “I’ve considered putting them on your vessels, however they are incompatible without designing and building a new vessel from scratch.”
“I see.” Nods Allgemein, “Just one of those IPBM’s can destroy a warship, and forget about landing an army with those cannons.”
“You could throw asteroids at them.” Suggests Oganessian, “Something I never did, as it was a waste of valuable resources, but it would be effective.”
“From what your machine has told us, that planet is the primary source of food for the Hr’Haing. Food that we could use ourselves,” retorts Allgemein.
“Titan has a few squadrons of escorts and tactical bombers left back home from before the switch to missile systems.” suggests the human, “They may not have long range FTL drives but they can still cross a system. You can use them to selectively eliminate the silos and AA guns.”
"We'll accept them, but they would be better as support." Denies Allgemein, "Does your machine have any ideas?"
Stryder taps her chin with an insectoid leg before answering, "It's likely these silos are networked. For missions like this my creators would send an infiltrator and upload it with an AI to land, sneak through a base, insert itself into the network, and rewrite it to obey them."
"The only AI we have is you," argues Ogane, "You're too valuable to risk."
Stryder releases a hiss, her version of a sigh, "Your thinking of me like a human, which is charming don't get me wrong, but I'm a computer program. A program that can be copied and uploaded as needed, the whole process takes mere seconds."
"Sounds like a plan!" Calls Allgemein with a smile.
"I'll get started right away!" Calls Stryder as she sends a message to the ship.
Minutes later Stryder asks, "I've sent the infiltrator, do you want me to route the feed through your display?"
"Procede." Nods Allgemein.
A camera feed appears on the display that shows the view of the infiltrator just as its heatshield burns away on the night side of the world. After a free fall the centipede-like machine opens a pair of diaphanous wings within the walls of a military base and flies to a wall over a door. There it waits for a flatworm-esque Hr'Haing to open the door so it can crawl in and on to the ceiling, thermal scanners reading doors, Stryder explains that it's looking for an unusually cold room. After a quick hide from a soldier that happened to look in just the right spot the infiltrator finds its target. Sneaking through a vent it enters a large server farm. Jumping from server to server it finds the one that connects to the silos and gets to work. Once its mission is complete it escapes the base before self immolating in the farmland beyond.
"And I've received a return ping," cheers Stryder, "A copy of myself is now inhabiting their military network. You may launch your invasion."
"Do they have a nation spanning network like we do? And can you access it?" Asks Allgemein.
"Of course they're primitive!" Answers Stryder.
"Good send this speech through to every connected device then scramble both networks." Orders Allgemein.
On a cargo port, which doubles as military command for the system, over the planet a Hr'haing named Tinatini is idly tapping on the touchscreen on his desk with a whip-like tentacle when the screen goes black and is filled with the visage of a red scaled Eraconi.
"Hello from Zycie. For too long have you filthy worms kept us contained, destroying our science ships and pilfering the wealth of our system, but not anymore for your reign is now at an end! We have placed an outpost in the outer reaches of the Soplis Meurneoba System, by your laws we now own the system and as far as we're concerned there is an infestation to clear out!"
Rushing to the command center buried deep within the station, Tinatini calls out, "Report!"
"P’olk’ovnik’i Tinatini!" Jumps Leit’enant’i Pridon with a sloppy salute, "A fleet of unknown vessels have just appeared on the scopes. The only things the computer can identify are Fusion Thermal Drives and Human FTL technology. What are your orders?"
He lets out a gurgling growl, "Humanity has been hiding in their own system for five hundred years, and selling tech to primitives is the first thing they do. Raise the IPBMs. Target the Eraconi! We'll deal with humanity later."
With a nod Pridon's tentacles dance over the screen inputting commands with impressive speed, however after confirming launch the display is replaced by an insectoid face which speaks in a cheery tone, "Looks like you're trying to launch missiles, unfortunately your network is unavailable. Please try again… Never! Hope your affairs are in order!"
Glancing at the screen Tinatini sighs, "Our tiny anti piracy fleet doesn't stand a chance. Evacuate the station and send the fleet to Sakhlshi, we can only hope to hold them at Terminus until help arrives."
"Should we use the space elevator to get down to Terminus?" Asks Uprosi Serzhant’i Zaal, the head of the non-commissioned and enlisted soldiers.
"It's too slow, stick to escape vehicles and auxiliary craft." Orders Tinatini.
With a salute Zaal sounds the alarm and departs.
Safely away from the station Tinatini glances out the window of his shuttle in time to see a swarm of missiles strike the elevator which, like a taut rope, snaps a portion swinging towards its counterweight and cleaving through the toroidal cargo station. Unable to maintain integrity the spinning station shatters flinging debris at high speeds in every direction. As the grounded portion of the elevator snaps downward it, and the debris shrouding it, destroys the few late departures as it passes his shuttle, and onward to wrap one and a half times around the green world below, crushing anything built on or near the equator.
The knowledge that the only things crushed will be hyperloops, crops, livestock, and the narrow portions of Terminus directly below the elevator, does bring a sweet bit of relief to Tinatini's mind as his shuttle spirals towards the only city on this verdant world.

The biggest thing about drivers I see on here is "all they do is stand around."
But at the end of the day drivers are usually responsible for making sure everything is restocked, cleaning everything, doing the lists, that dreaded DB list, and on top of that have to help make sandwiches. WORST of all is drivers get SHIT for training.
I've been here for a few months now and have seen a couple new hires for both drivers and inshops.
For drivers its just "heres the driver board, heres how to bag an order, theres the coat rack... Dont stand around and good luck."
Inshops actually get tested on sandwiches, they get an actual study guide, they get put on positions and slowly move up the cold table.
All of our inshops can handle the entire line by themselves within weeks, whereas the drivers that have been here for months can only wrap and maybe make a slim.
It took me a couple weeks for someone to finally tell me there was an order to taking drives.
Idk it just feels weird how everyone jokes on the drivers for chilling in their cars and then chilling at the store when there really isn't any initiative in teaching them shit. And those that actually try to figure shit out just get tossed around because they're in the way.
I guess im just pissy cuz I actually wanna work on sandwiches during my down time, when everything's clean and restocked and I just get thrown around and cant figure out where to place myself on the cold table.

Hi guys,
My wife and I both have top of the line (for the 2010 era) DH MTBs ready to receive some power. Full suspension (room for batteries), hydraulic disc brakes, fox shocks, all those goodies.
We've ridden rental radbikes that were capped at 750W and they left a lot to be desired in terms of power. I'll have to be able to cap my builds there via the controller to keep it legal where required in my state.
That said, I plan to mainly ride on property where this cap is not a concern. When riding there, I want near dirt bike acceleration and top speed up to about 30-35mph. I don't want to go much faster than that on a bike, but I do want to be able to lift the front tire with the throttle starting out, maybe break traction at low speeds, stuff like that. Looking for a thrilling ride here, at lower speeds.
Here's the rub: I'm a big guy, 6'8 230lb. I'll need some serious power to get this done. The cyc gen 3 looks to have the oomph, but here's my main question:

• I realize this will be a lot of stress on the drivetrain. Aside from shift sensors, what upgrades should I be considering for keeping the drivetrain reliable? Open to replacing the whole drivetrain if needed for the build, but I do want to retain the ability to pedal.

Secondarily, I'm open to any other motor / drivetrain suggestions. I'm heavily leaning on mid drive over hub drive due to sprung weight vs unsprung, plus using gearing with a mid drive to maximize performance.
I've been googling but I'm having a hard time finding much beyond sites selling kits / motors. I want to do more research. Any builds you can point me to that sound like they might fit my list of requirements? I'd appreciate it!

I am worried about my husband and his drinking. For context: I grew up in a Calvary Baptist community and no one really drinks, it’s just not in the culture. My mom had no alcohol in the house as she is a recovering alcoholic (I believe she just got her 30 year coin). She seems to think that drinking in general is not the best, so I didn’t grow up around alcohol because of church and my mom, but then I also got the message that alcohol was bad in general. I basically don’t know what a “healthy” amount of drinking is or if there even is a healthy amount. I’ve tried alcohol a few times and just realized it wasn’t my thing, plus I have fibromyalgia so it just messes with me in a way I don’t like.
My husband and I have been married for 9 months and together for a year and 8 months. I’ve known him for almost two years. When we first started dating, about 4 months in, he went out drinking on veteran’s day (he was in the marines for four years, so it’s a difficult day for him). I called him at midnight a couple of times out of concern and finally a paramedic ended up picking up his phone. He had stumbled and hit the back of his head (from being intoxicated). He refused to be taken to the hospital but when I got there, I made him go. Once he got on the stretcher, he started vomiting up everything he had eaten (tons and tons of Mac and cheese). At the hospital his parents were shocked and told me that this was so out of behavior for him. Since then (a year and a half ago), nothing like this has happened again, except for one time when I woke up in the middle of the night (2am) and he had fallen asleep on his knees with his upper body on the couch, passed out drunk. He likes whiskey, but he drinks his glass slowly, and drinks maybe once a week, along with a full can of soda.
A couple of weeks ago he went out with some friends from school (he’s going to school to become a respiratory therapist in an accelerated program that is 16 months long). He was about 45 minutes away. He came home at 2am. I know he was drinking, but I trusted him to make sure he didn’t drink anything an hour before he left as we had both agreed when we first started drinking that driving while intoxicated wasn’t ok. Today he told me might go out again, and I asked to come as even though it’s not my scene (I go to bed at 10, and I don’t really drink), I would love to hang out for a bit and bring my own car so I could go home when I’d like. He kept telling me that I wasn’t going to like it, but I knew he was just saying that because he didn’t want me to go. I asked him why and he finally told me over text that he didn’t want me to kill the vibe by me telling him he didn’t need another drink (I often nag him when he drinks, as again I don’t know what’s normal or healthy so I don’t really like him drinking in general-he’s also got heart issues and has COPD and takes lots of meds so there’s that too).
My mom brought up the point that he could be possibly driving home drunk so I asked him when I got him if his blood alcohol was low enough to drive home last time he went out and he told me he just “goes by how he feels”. He told me that last time he had about 4-5 shots within a 4 hour period, and that he didn’t drive home drunk. When I bring it up, he acts like I’m being crazy. His mom drinks and then drives (but never when she takes care of her grandson 🙄) and I suspect she may have a bit of an alcohol problem as she’s usually drinking when I see her and when she comes over my husband makes her a drink.
He has been stressed out lately as he is doing the accelerated program and working full time and he does have other outlets such as playing the guitar or video games.
TLDR; does my husband have a drinking problem or was I just raised by a recovering alcoholic in a conservative community

i graduate hs this year and i’m going off to college in the fall about three hours away in-state. there is a location near the campus that i already have in mind. my manager had told me how to start the transfer process saying i have to make a few calls myself but in all honesty it was a lot of info at once and i’m too scared to ask again. how does it work?

I know it's been years. 16 years actually. We are grown adults now. Lives of our own. The teenager inside of me still remembers you like it was yesterday. She still feels the safest with you. She brings you into my dreams. Her and I both hope that you are living the life you always wanted. That you are safe and happy. I'm writing here as an outlet, obviously. Not to actually be found. But may these words and well-wishes be pushed out into the universe. That you feel them like a warm embrace and remember me fondly.
143 always ♥️

Last night was my last night a couple hours out of town on a work trip. I went out to a club with a couple of coworkers and my phone was stolen from my bag. I was able to see the location and it was taken to a random neighborhood and after I wasn’t contacted the next morning I knew it wasn’t going to be given back.
I live in a major city and drove back home today and got a replacement phone, but I still have access to the location of my stolen one. Turns out the person who took it also lives in my city and came back home today and is 20 minutes away from me.
I still have a year left of paying off the phone so I want to drive over and demand it back, but would I be within my rights to do that? I don’t know if I should get police involved or if they’d even be able to get involved. I’m not sure how to approach the situation. What should I do?

The sight of you makes me weak, the look in your eyes is intoxicating, the softness of your lips makes my heart skip, the touch of your hand in mine shows me that life is worth living, your smile is like a shining light in the darkest of rooms, with my every being I want you so, I watch you smile as you slowly remove your shirt, you bite your lip as you remove your bra, pull me in close, put my hands to your chest, allow me to caress you, feel you, before you press my face against your breasts, I miss them, I squeeze them, I trace your nipples with my tongue, softly bite them, as I suck on them, I hear you moan, as you squeeze my head harder, slowly I slide up to your shoulder, biting and kissing, before I sink my teeth into your neck, I feel your body relax and melt like butter in my hands, I pull your head back with a handful of hair, as you gasp I slide my tongue in your mouth, as you grip my body even harder, you push me down, as I sit there and smile, you slowly slide your pants down, you turn around and bend over to remove them completely, I reach out and squeeze that ass, I pull you back to me, I smack that ass, I give you the spanking you deserve, I kiss it, I bite it, I slide my face between your thighs to get a quick taste of that already soaking pussy, you push me back, and sit on my lap, pull one of my hands to your inner thigh, and the other to your throat, I slide those wet panties to the side as I slip a finger in, just to feel the waterfall of excitement you exhale, with my hand on your throat I pull you back, I kiss your lips, while my fingers explore your others, I let you watch, as I taste you off my fingers, as you grind that ass on my rock hard cock, teasing, trying to make me explode before it's even out, you slide off your panties and my fingers play even harder, as you pull my hand up to lick yourself from my fingers, you turn around and face me, grinding even harder, knowing I'm getting closer and you've barely touched me, I grip your ass firmly and lift you to my shoulders, licking, and slurping the very essence of your soul, I hear your breathing get heavy, your subtle moans you try to hide, until you can know longer hold on, and as you grip my hair, you let out a squeal, that only makes me grip you tighter, hold you down, and devour you like it's my last meal, as I release my grip, you rip off my shirt and force me to stand, as you look into my eyes, you remove what's left of my clothes, run your tongue up the shaft of my cock, the teasing pleasure forcing me to hold on with everything I have, you smile and softly stroke, as your mouth finds it's way to my ball's, slowly losing my battle, I shove my cock down your throat, hair in each hand, I thrust in and out of your mouth, staring into your eyes, listen to every gasp, every choke, until you feel my body tighten, and you grasp firmly as I unload every drop down your throat, with a smile on your face and sparkle in your eyes, you swallow every last drop, and continue to suck my soul from my body, forcing me to allow it, not letting me move, trying so hard for a second help, as I squirm, and moan, my body tightening once again, as you strock the shaft, and suck on the head, you welcome another mouthful with a smile on your face, you make sure you squeeze every last drop out, licking my cock up and down like a popsicle, I pull you up to me, I kiss those lips as I sit you on my lap, I feel your breathing change as I slide inside of you, your body already pulsating, as I slowly lift you up and down, helping you ride me, pulling you down to kiss my more, holding you tight as I pound you from below, and sink my teeth into your shoulder feeling your fingernails dig into my back, I roll you to your back, lift your feet to my shoulders and continue to slide in and out, staring into your eyes, making sure I don't miss a moment, I slip my hand to your throat, and watch your eyes rol back, I pull out and slide down, licking you once again, only to bend you over and slide my cock right back in, pulling you back by your hair, listening to the sounds you make, releasing your hair, pushing your face into the pillow, I plow even harder, spanking your ass, sure to leave my handprints, rolling you to your back again, pinning you down, feeling your fingernails dig into my back, feeling your body twist and turn and we both get near, I look into your eyes as we tighten up at the same time, and I explode inside of, you feel my cock pulsating as every drop enters you, while you orgasm with a smile on your face, I just want to stay in that moment forever, inside of you, you fit me like a glove....

I feel like when I talk about what I’m going through, I get this intense dread or small panic attack. Tingly feet and hands, unfocused, stomach anxiety issues and get intrusive thoughts like everything becomes scary like a eerie movie. I keep nearly all my problems to myself but once I start talking I feel like it releases something inside of me. Has anyone felt like this? Is this normal?

I am staying near Paldi bus stop and yesterday I found it very difficult to return from stadium to my place. Anyone staying in nearby areas can we share cab on return journey or any localite has better suggestion please DM. I have my wife with me. So any help from anyone is appreciated.

Hello! I am just getting into GMing, and am looking for players for a PF2 version of Odyssey of the Dragonlords (starting with a flavored Beginner Box). New or experienced players, it does not matter, as long as you are willing to learn and have fun! (And bear with me and my inevitable flubs).
Thylea is a world inspired by ancient Greece (though it's not a one-to-one comparison by any means), and there are a lot of opportunities for your character, a hero of prophecy, to make their impact on the world.
Since there isn't an expansive wiki for Thylea like there is for other fictional TTRPG worlds like Golarion, Eberron, or the Forgotten Realms, you can see this attached player guide for in-universe information. It also has additional player options, such as Epic Paths to help integrate your backstory into the campaign.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1EfuJGPvRiMJHgKh5s2YjuzDf9URvz6E6
We will be meeting every week on Sundays beginning at 10:00am PDT (1:00pm EDT, 5:00pm GMT), probably starting in a couple of weeks once everyone is set up. I imagine sessions will probably last around 4 hours each week. We will be using Discord and Foundry VTT, which is an incredible roll20 alternative with a lot more automation, features, and options.
Here's the Adventure pitch:
Hundreds of years ago, the Dragonlords arrived in Thylea, beginning a war against the oppressive Twin Titans in an attempt to free the humanoid species’ from under the thumbs of these ancient Titans. The battles were deadly and costly, with many Dragonlords giving up their lives, and were nearly defeated until the arrival of the five gods, who helped the remaining Dragonlords force a stalemate with the Twin Titans and forge an Oath of Peace, ensuring absolute peace for the next 5 centuries. Since then the gods walk the earth as divine immortal beings, and the Titans themselves have rarely even been seen.
However, that was almost 500 years ago, and as the Oath of Peace is about to end, the forces of the Twin Titans are growing more restless and aggressive.
But the Oracle Versi has prophesied that there are heroes alive now, heroes who may be the only ones who have a chance to defeat the Twin Titans as the Oath of Peace fades…
Requirements:
Be 18+
Be willing to share the spotlight with multiple people
LGBTQ+ friendly
Have a computer capable of running FoundryVTT, and a mic to use during sessions
Able to attend game sessions on a near-consistent basis
We will be using milestone leveling, and the Automatic Bonus Progression rules.
All common character options are available, and we can discuss any uncommon options, to make sure that they fit Thylea (grippli and sprites may not make sense, but reflavoring an orc to a minatour could be cool)
Even light PvP is not allowed unless the other player consents to it
If you’re interested, please fill out this form. Thanks!
https://forms.gle/BzaAqH2JqpJNtZYi6

Now that my weekend is wrapped up (and most time zones are as well) I was curious how it went overall. For me, it was the most fun I've had playing the game in a long time. So for context, I definitely don't live in a big city. We aren't rural but the city by me has a population of about 12k, so it's a small community. Luckily our chat , while definitely nowhere near the size/activity at the peak hasn't quite died. We had various combinations of 12-15 people doing raids throughout the day. We coordinated well, worked to help each other out when there were connection or other issues, and in general just had a good time.
This means for US it was a great event. I missed doing raid trains. And campfire made it much easier because our gyms are spread out so it's not like we can tell what raids are going across town.
Now, I'm not trying to downplay the fact that many players couldn't find people to raid with. Success for an event like this requires communication with other players within your community. If there isn't a community to communicate with, you were just basically hoping you'd find others. Honestly in a smallish town that's virtually hopeless. So what happened with our community is probably the vision Niantic had, but I don't know often it was successful. How did it go in your community? Any stories like mine? Lots of struggling to find people? Something else?

I have a roommate who is a not so nice roommate. The roommate in question fights with his girlfriend a lot and ive seen her being beaten once. And it could happen more often. Obviously this isnt a great place for me to be. I hate fighting people in my home cause it causes me stress.
This roommate was working on some bikes. These bikes might be stolen, he asked me not tell girlfriend anything about the bikes. He made sure that from inside the house you cant see inside the place he works on the bikes as well.
However he left a bikeframe near the door of our backyard for weeks and my neighbour asked me if i knew who it belonged to. I was put on the spot and said the following: "i dont really know, it could be ours(because its next to our door) but im not really sure, i dont really know. She said okay because sometimes people dump bike/bikeparts like that if they were stolen.(cause dark dead end alley). I went on with my bussiness and said to roommate a day later that a neighbour complained about the object and he said okay sorry i will remove it right away.
He hasent left anything there since. However I am now scared shitless that i may have said something i shouldnt have. I feel like the following senario could happen: He leaves bikestuff there again , neighbour complains to landlord(i believe she has the number of our landlord. A neighbour has done this before about garbage being left there.not sure if its the same neighbour but that neighbour complained to our landlord). saying she asked me last time and after asking it was gone so it mightve been ours. Landlord will ask me if i know something about it. What would i say? I cant lie because roommate might say i warned him about it. I cant tell the truth cause i am afraid if i say anything about it roommate will fuck me up.(even tho he never specificly said anything about it only not tell his girlfriend).
I just feel like i sort of snitched on roommate accidently even tho he never asked me to not tell anyone ever, only not tell his GF. I also am afraid what to tell my landlord if he would ask me about it. I just dont want anything to do with it. I am extremely scared. Moving is extremely difficult for me due to reasons. On top of that i feel like he would somehow get ahold of me if i move and that situation that i am afraid of would still happen. I understand my anxiety is taking the front stage but its extremely difficult. any advise? Thanks already!

It was a dark and dangerous night in the Midnight desert, with the Soulfang serpents lurking around, waiting to sink their fangs into a victim to consume their soul.
Luckily, though there was an oasis in the desert, and a new group, Team Zym, was safe inside of it. Two members of this group had been there before, but the rest hadn’t.
“This place is beautiful!” The young King Ezran exclaimed as he took in the oasis; a lush green area contained in a huge magical shield.
“Yes it is,” Ezran’s older half-brother, Callum, agreed.
“Yeah, but we should probably get some rest,” Rayla said.
After their failure to get the clue to the location of Aaravos’s prison from Rex Igneous, the group had gone back to Katolis to think. They had realized that the next clue to Aaravos’s prison was in the possession of the Archdragon of the Ocean, but they needed a guide to that dragon. And while Callum and Rayla had travelled with Nyx the Skywing, they had learned that she knew a lot about the ocean. So they had travelled back into the Midnight Desert to try and find her, but they had had no luck.
So Team Zym had gone to the Oasis and now they settled down to sleep.
Ezran, Bait and Zym slept next to each other.
Rayla and Callum on the other hand, lay apart from each other.
Rayla sighed as she wished she could sleep next to Callum. During their journey to return the Dragon Prince to his mother, they had fallen in love and shared several kisses, but later, Rayla’s lingering anger and grief over the loss of her parents and her mentor at the hands of the ruthless dark mage Lord Viren had led her to leave Callum to seek revenge. She had lied to him that they would look for Viren together, and then left him on his BIRTHDAY of all days.
Callum had already forgiven Rayla, but things were still awkward between them. They both wanted things to go back to the way they were, but they both knew they needed to rebuild the trust between them again.
But it wasn’t just the awkwardness, something else was happening.
Rayla and Callum were both eighteen now; officially adults. They still felt deeply for each other, and something new unfamiliar feeling had awakened within them. A nice warm feeling.
Looking Callum, sleeping so peacefully now, Rayla wanted more than anything to be lie down beside him, but she restrained herself.
Rayla knew that the awkwardness between her and Callum was her fault. She may have had good reasons for leaving, but that did not change the fact that she had deceived and abandoned him. Regret pierced Rayla’s heart as she thought of how her own desire for revenge had almost cost her the one last person who truly loved her. I was so obsessed with revenge that I almost lost him for good, she thought.
Rayla needed to think, and she couldn’t think clearly staring at her handsome prince mage. So she stood up and walked to another place near the edge of the oasis. She sat down upon a log and looked out into the desert, letting her confused thoughts flow through her head. She wanted more than anything than to get back with Callum, but how could she regain his trust?
Furthermore, she couldn’t think of a way to deal with these strange new warm feelings of hers. This… lust. She wanted Callum in a way she had wanted no one before.
Rayla was a beautiful Moonshadow Elf; a type of elf that drew power from the magical energy of the moon. As an elf, she had four fingers on each of her petite hands, dark violet stubby horns and pointed ears that peeked out from underneath her hair. She was slim and willowy with shoulder-length white hair, light pink skin, and purple eyes that had indigo tear-like elven markings underneath them. She wore a braid on the right side of her head. She also wore a form fitting teal and navy bodysuit secured by a black vest, dark brown straps, and a dark brown belt embellished with a silver brooch. The outfit was topped off with thigh-high navy blue boots and bracers. Now that she was eighteen and officially an adult, Rayla’s body had become a bit curvier, and her breasts had grown a little larger and perkier. And with the maturing of her body came new feelings.
A sudden touch on Rayla’s hand startled her. She looked up, expecting to see Callum. But it wasn’t. It was Stella, the female cuddlemonkey she had found and adopted while hunting Viren. “Oh, hey Stella,” Rayla cooed, giving the little primate a gentle touch on the nose. Stella chirped gently, looking at Rayla with huge eyes.
Rayla sighed. “Ah, I don’t know what to do Stella. I want Callum to trust me again, and I… I want him, but I don’t know how to get back with him.”
Stella gently nuzzled Rayla’s four-fingered hand. “Thanks, Stella, but there are problems you can’t nuzzle away,” Rayla said gently, appreciating the gesture, but knowing it could not make her problems go away.
Rayla’s thoughts drifted back to Callum; his handsome face, his powerful magic, and she felt the strange hot feeling in her body again. It seemed to burn like a fire in her skin. What could she do with these feelings?
For a long time, Rayla just sat there, thinking her strange thoughts and feeling her strange feelings.
Then, quite suddenly, Rayla became aware that Stella was not beside anymore. “Stella?” She asked, looking around. When Rayla look over her shoulder, she gasped, her purple eyes widening in shock and horror.
Standing several feet behind her was a huge, green creature, dressed in armor and with a green face like a pig. It was holding Stella tight in its hands and keeping one hand tight over the cuddlemonkey’s mouth to keep her from screaming.
“Hey, let her go!” Rayla cried, leaping to her feet and reaching for her butterfly blades. But before she could even touch them, two long, strong, green arms swung down and wrapped a large, white kerchief around Rayla’s mouth, sealing it shut.
“HYRAGMMMHHGAMMMMPH!” Rayla sputtered incoherently through her gag. Instinctively, she grabbed it and tried to pull it off, but the creature that was pulling the gag against her lips was too strong. It tied the gag behind the nape of her neck in a VERY hard knot, sealing her mouth tight shut and muffling her voice. “LHH MHH GHH!” Rayla whined through her gag. “LHH MHH GHH! MMMMMMPH!”
The creature behind Rayla seized her arms and forced them behind her back. Then, there was a jingling sound something made of metal and had chains was whipped out. Next moment, there was clicking sound as a pair of iron shackles was slapped onto Rayla’s slender wrists. “OWRMPH!” Rayla gasped through her gag as she felt the cold metal snap onto her wrists. That HURT! She thought.
Rayla was quite helpless now; with her mouth tightly gagged, her wrists cuffed behind the small of her back, and her shoulders held tightly by the creature behind her, she couldn’t move. “GHH OFHH MHH! LHH GHH! MMMMMMMPH!” Rayla whined through her gag, wriggling and thrashing will all her might, but the creature was too strong.
Rayla was able to take one last look at Stella before the creature forced her to turn around, revealing itself to be yet another big, green, armored, two-legged creature with a boar-like face. Before Rayla could do anything, the creature raised its right hand, curled it into a fist, and PUNCHED Rayla square in the forehead!
“OWRMPH!” Rayla grunted through her tight gag as the creature punched her so hard that her white-haired head buckled under the blow. Rayla straightened up. She felt stiff and then dizzy. Her purple eyes rolled in her head and her vision went foggy. Then, very slowly, the beautiful Moonshadow Elf fell to the ground, blacking out before she even hit it.
The two Gamorreans looked down at their new captive with satisfaction. They had been sent by their master to hunt for new slaves, and they had found one.
They looked at each other and smiled in their own hideous way. “Jabba will be pleased,” they said in unison.
To be continued...