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Hopefully the other CaptainHair\s will leave me alone here...
I've never managed to astral project, at least that I know of but tonight I had the strangest experience that I'd like to have your perspective on. Mind you, this was all unintentional.
I've been prepping for my last exams and both of them are scheduled early in the morning. Of course, like a proper uni student, my sleeping schedule has been royally fucked so I decided to rewind it. This had me exhausted yesterday and in combination with eating way too much, I went to bed at 10:30pm (as opposed to 4-5am). After a few minutes, my mind is all well rested and I toos and turn until approximately 1am where I fall asleep. This is were the fun begins.
At some point during the night/morning, I realize that I can't move and I'm slightly looking around the room although it doesn't feel like my eyes are open. I hear a sort of "woo" sound, the sound when you flex your ears type of thing, and I slightly panic because it reminds me of the time I had a frightening experience with sleep paralysis. I try not to look nor listen and try to relax. I "close" my eyes and I see the backside of a jeep or an ice cream truck looking thing starting to slowly roll down the street on a hill. I then "open" my eyes and see the room again. Mind you, all these things look like they are filtered through the inside of my eyelids, they have this dark tone in the background.
I "close" my eyes again and relax. It feels like my body accelerates like nothing I've never experienced before and I see, with this dark eye lid filter, a clear moving spiralling pattern that then changes into some other pattern I can't quite recall.
Do you think this was lucid dreaming? I've had a similar experience before when I feel asleep sitting down in the shower (yet again exhausted) and it was as if I could see through my eye lids with this dark background filter.
Hey all, first of all even though this is a new account, I am still super grateful that there is a place to put my thoughts into words and I appreciate every help. I also want to apologise in advance as this will probably be a long post:
My girlfriend and I are in a relationship for nearly 6 years now. We share an apartment since roughly 2 years and I value her a lot as a person and as a friend. Sadly I don't feel like i can keep up that relationship on my side anymore. I have less romantic feelings for her than ever before and have an ever growing wish for "freedom". That often leads to me being annoyed or wishing to do things alone. While I struggle with those feelings, I feel guilty since she invested so much emotionally and in other ways into the relationship, in me and our future.
From the beginning on she felt way stronger about our relationship than I did, but I mostly try to shove that thought to the side. Since puberty I do struggle a lot with my feelings and I was hoping that it would just take time to develop this feeling of strong love. We also talked about it before getting together and she was okay with that. So we engaged into a relationship while taking it slowly and dated. It feels comfortably being loved and cared for, but sometimes it seems to be very uneven as she mostly is more invested on the emotional side than I am.
In those 6 years I had a few very dark moments in my life where she supported me a lot. She was there to listen and comfort me while I was sliding in and out of emotional lows several times. For that reason the relationship for me feels even more uneven and I got the feeling that I owe her too much to end the relationship.
Since around a year I started to have less romantic feelings about her and I don't feel overly attracted anymore. My girlfriend seems to love me as much as she did at the start of our relationship, what makes me feel even worse. I tried to talk about it with her and even told her that I want to end the relationship for those reasons. She started to cry very hard and could not understand what I said. She said that she couldn't live with out me, that I was the only support she has and that our relationship is not as uneven as I feel it to be. While I may not have romantic feelings for her I still cannot see her that sad. My heart dropped to the floor, but I tried to continue. We spoke for a long time until evening. The next morning the feelings of guilt totally overwhelmed me and I offered to try again. Even though I didn't know if that was the right thing, we continued with our relationship and I simply hoped once again that the feelings would catch up with me.
This is nearly a year ago and I didn't have the heart to express my feelings again. We continued as normal, but we started to have less sex. While we both still have the desire for (it just doesn't feel romantic to me anymore) I cannot really go for it. It feels like taking advantage of her as long as we are stuck in this situation and it doesn't help that she drops more and more hints that she is missing it. I mostly let time pass by since then as she was occupied with master school for half a year and I didn't want to put any further stress on her. I still wanted to support her as much as possible in this phase and tried to give back at least some of the support she gave me in all those years.
Now that this phase is coming to an end I am just feeling lost. I don't want to hurt her and I value all the things she did for me, but I still don't think that I can continue like this for much longer. It simply doesn't feel right and somehow I don't have the strength to end it. I feel very unfair towards her, even though the last time we talked about it, she assured me that its not. I simply don't know what to do and I cannot lift the feeling of debt towards her no matter how often she says there is none.
I hope you have some ideas or at least a rough direction for me as I feel very lost right now. How did you guys overcome such situations? Did you have any similar situations?
Thank you for reading that far. If anything is unclear, please feel free to ask. English is not my native tongue and some sentences may be hard to read for that reason.
I read and was told online that men in Muslim countries commonly have sex with other men due to sexual repression and gender segregation, where women are unavailable
I was also told the women in those situations don't have sex with other women anywhere near as commonly
This made me think that male sexuality depends almost solely on the sexual availability of women while female sexuality depends on so much more than the sexual availability of men
I asked my psychologist, parents and sister. They said that it would be a minority of men who would do that and that in most cases (like prisons) women do it with other women as often, even more. My psychologist said she worked in both men's and women's prisons and that the women do that with each other much more than the men do it
What do you think?
Because if it's not somewhat equal between men and women and if it is so one sided, then that puts me off men as a gender completely because it would show that women like men more, in a more well rounded way and that take sex away and men turn to men. So their attraction and interest in women is paper thin.
Any older pervy men wanna use me with a group of your friends in or near warren Pennsylvania
So my nearly 5 year old Romanian mix has developed another behaviour which I'd like to get some opinions on. My mother usually sits and plays on her tablet whilst she is watching television which never really got a response from him. Recently, she has gotten back into colouring books and ever since then, he will sit and stare at her, ears pricked up and will whine. It's not a "pain" whine but it's quite consistent and it's annoying her which I can understand. This seems ridiculous to me but can this be some form of a trigger? Can it be the noise of the pens? She'll stop foe a few seconds and he'll immediately bring his two front paws up to get petted like he usually does and then when she goes back to colouring, sooner or later, he'll do it again. Any advice or opinions would be welcome because I'm baffled by this.
I was packing up from a job yesterday, and noticed a pickup truck down the road, with the driver watching me. He pulled away when I stared back, so I took note and went back to packing. A few minutes later, he was back, at the same intersection, looking at me. This time I casually took notice, but didn't indicate that I saw him. Pulling out of the neighborhood (one way in/out) he was pulled off on the side of the road, and watched me as I passed. Watching him in the mirror, as soon as I pulled around a bend, he pulled back onto the road, so I pulled over and waited. He passed be, still looking at me. At this point, I want to know wtf is up, so I wave him down, and he pulled over; I pulled over across the street and proceeded to ask if I can help him with something. He made some obviously nonsense excuse about "knowing a guy that looks exactly like [me] from years ago." I haven't been doing this for years. When I stepped out of my car, still cordially chatting, and approached, I realized that he was a competitor (based on the contents of his truck bed and cab). I played it cool, but it definitely freaked me out. What was this clown trying to do? I feel like he was waiting for me to disappear around the back of the house so he could steal my equipment or otherwise damage something, but I guess I don't have a solid basis for this... either way, I will be on high alert for a while; something isn't right there.
It might take me a lil while to accumulate enough gifts to send to everyone. There’s a gym v close to me so I’ll try to get as many as I can for y’all!
Ps - idk why I picked the red team 😅. I wanna change it but I don’t have nearly enough pokecoins 😂. I started the account back when it first came out & I stopped playing since 2016 but very recently picked it back up & recovered my old account!!
Doesn’t matter how damaged or which side the targets car is on, it never “auto” explodes.
So how do I do it successfully every time?
Currently I attempt it but I change session before the timer runs out because I can’t activate the “auto” explode.
By “auto”, I mean the animation that starts, that drives the target to his death.
It used to work, not at all well, to any degree. It would still take like 8 mins to activate the animation. But this isn’t happening anymore. (Since recent update?)
I’ve tried with NPC trucks, the provided truck and the Phantom. All fail. Is it me or is this bugged to all heck?
I stop into sheets at least 3 or 4 times a week for gas and air (too lazy to fix my tire, even though im perfectly capable haha) and find myself spending nearly 30-40 bucks a week on snacks here and there. My primary being a slushie, and a pair of little debbies, and sometimes an energy drink depending on the situation. Otherwise, I typically order a big mozz sandwhich and the slushie and thats it. My metabolism seems to be fine but as a younger guy I want to put an end to this before my metabolism quits on me and I find out too late.
Obviously the counter option for the slushie would be water, but Im curious as to what you all would deem optimal as a grabn go. Secondly, for those unaware, a big mozz is a chicken sandwhich with 3 mozarella sticks on top, with a layer of mozzarella cheese in between, with marinara sauce throughout. Probably carbs galore right there, but its filling.
Currently 6'1 at 186-195lbs (fluctuates constantly)
‘Surviving The Win’.
Chapter 009 - A.
Santa Claus, had initially checked his list, and found that a Fairy Pipe had made its way into request, in the 21st Century.
The Fairy Pipe, is to be given to Andrew Thomlinson, he conceded, turning through some papers, although he couldn't make out why it said, from, “Eldritch.”
Was it more likely, Nicholas had wondered, that Eldritch was a nod to the entirety of the Elf Kingdom as the name would seem to suggest, or merely the alleged person, named Eldritch Spellbound.
Who is that, Nick? asked Mrs. Claus, coming forward with a glass of milk for her husband, and a bowl of milk for their cat.
As far as I know, he announced, Eldritch is the sort of person, who only ever existed, in the mind of, Avem Smith. However, he continued, Eldritch is also the nickname of one of our young beneficiaries in the future, by the name of Andrew. His name appears as such, as of 2004, anyhow.
Nick walked out of their Fairytale Cabin to the Shed Of Lost Objects, located by their Barn where the Reindeer could be found.
“Curio Adhurio,” he reacted aloud, upon locating the small Smiling Rock. It was on a Shelf, and would later find it’s way into Perry’s hands. We should let Ben out for a while, he stated. He continued to leave the Shed, carrying a bottle of Zinfandel, as well. The reason for this, not being altogether evident, yet.
Carrying both items out to the Elf’s Workshop (an enchanted, overlarge, walk-in, OMRISS Cupboard), which operated by an ancient Medean Mean (or, Magical Modality), wedding each and every promulgatory to it’s prime, and by sāwa (an Arabic word, meaning to regularize or settle), as it is related to their word imil for make or do, unless of course by istahwā/h-w-y
Meaning to fill with passion, to make desirous, to enamour, to seduce, and/or to gain.
An en-dezlegare or resolver… with a key.
The entrance to this Elf's Workshop, was about large enough to afford a small to regular-sized person through. He found it propped open.
The Bottle of Zinfandel, known as Zin was a “Goesting”/“Lust,” Alcohol.
The elves, as usual, were hard at work.
Claus rang their work Bell. In his hand, he held the Silver Key Ring. He told them all to cease, and leave for approximately 45 minutes. They would alert Mrs. Claus. He needed her outside, once they were in the Cabin.
The elves ceased their work in the shop and exited.
Pitching the Rock onto a clear spot on the Floor of the Room, he poured out an Offering of Zinfandel, before closing and locking the Giant Omriss Door.
The Clauses waited outside the Cupboard 40 minutes and then into early Dusk.
Instinctively, their cat, “Loose,” came forward to light the way for both Nick, and Ma.
They were feeding the Reindeer when it happened. A peculiar light shone, from out of the window of the Shed Of Lost Objects.
Nick saw this, and took it as his cue to walk back over to The Shed Of Lost Objects. The Delva La Plume Pipe had appeared. Nick went in to retrieve it.
Supposedly, it had been made of Tatter’s Old Trick, “Flower.”
Good!... he stated, portentiously satisfied.
Walking back with it, he was addressed by Mrs. Claus, who couldn’t really see why Nick hadn’t just settled for one of their Poinsettias, or crafted a pipe, himself. She returned to the Cabin.
15 further minutes in, and Santa had heard a Loud Thump in the Giant OMRISS. He stood back, and unlocked the door... then, opening.
Ben? Is that you in there?
Yes it’s me Mr. Claus, said the depth of a murky voice of rather picky decisiveness. He was hidden in the shadows.
Well, come forward. I have something of yours. Actually, something of importance to discuss, about it. I need your blessing. Is this your Delva La Plume Pipe?
Yes, we’ll of course, replied Ben. It’s blessed by Lasagna.
May I give it away to someone? Nick’s voice wavered a little. He was referring to, “Ben’s,” Delva La Plume Tobacco Pipe, after all. It being a very sensitive matter to open about, let alone giving it away.
Golly, Nick? what are you going to give me in return for it? This Flower Pipe is a Sacred Item of mine. It had the Blessing of a Pixiu Money Dragon’s Yen. Those pertain to Ien/Tobacco Smoke, and of course Gum, as Resin. How did you find it, by the way?
Only by how lost you were, yourself, Ben. Which is why I summoned you to confiscate it. You hold to too much, making you your own lost artefactuary. How about I give you a job, to occupy yourself with? Do you mind?
Stepping forth a, “Krampus-looking,” Ben, known as, “GAAP (for Lust),” to the Hebrews’ Demonolators, appeared as a dark fog, with two cool yellow eyes. What type of job, asked Ben. He was most perturbed by the idea of losing his tie to the Dragon. It had been near him, almost his entire life. Now, he’d been bidden back in time to see Nick.
Nick handed him a Blessed Fairy Birch Twig, stating, I would like you to watch over Andrew.
Ben, agreed. Okay, no problem! But how do you want me to be to any of the men or women on the merchant’s end of the tally involved. Those with Tobacco… or, furthermore, Andrew, himself. What about the picture?
Mainly, Nick asked? The Saint, now being shocked, and a bit sorry to hear the Demon's plaintive-sounding consideration. Mainly, I pray you’ll treat them mercifully. I bid you off of them. First, however, I have something to read to you.
What could that be? asked Ben, a little agitated.
What I have here, is the boy named Andrew's, soul legal, written out.
A legal, why would he have even needed it? Asked Ben.
He was Naughty, said Nick.
And you still want to give him my pipe? Ben was flabbergasted and shook his head in disapproval, The fog dissipating and then reaccumulated.
Yes, but if it’s any consolation, I’m having you involved on the matter of this topic, to assign you to a task. You can follow me around for gift deliveries.
Okay, he sighed, let me hear it. Away!...
An Elf of exceptional hearing, well guarded, and of swift feet, ran out to take the pipe away, and then ran back to the cabin.
After a medium-length discussion, Ben was satisfied, and entered back into the Cupboard.
Santa’s last words to Ben, were… Just, be moderate. You are, by your Goetic, “Lust Spirit,” naming, a commoderator of amounts of passion in dibs, but we need to keep that, clean. You also put the Darker Passions into what you see to. I’m going out on a limb here, but hopefully that very thing, won't impact anything, other than our N’Oel Nights, and the Pipe. You know how we aim to role our Presence, in the World.
The Winged-and-Horned Shade, of Ben, after clamouring back into the Cupboard, was silent.
Slowly… and MOST surely, Santa twisted the Silver, Locking Key. This, without a word of lib, and doing so, with a certain determination.
It must be noted, that a similar smaller make of this magical re-animating Cupboard, later made a popular movie.
Not without stress, Nick later wiped his brow. I hope he didn't have too hard a time with this new arrangement… Nick had been sweating for what he might end up having to go through over the Holiday visits (with Ben in tow, that is).
Pulling a delivery sack, from out of the Barn and coming back to the Cupboard again. He opened it a final time.
He found only the rock on the floor, and after sweeping away the muddy dirt, and doing a bit of cleaning, he put the rock, pipe, and bottle of goestling into the pack. He had Mrs. Claus file all of the Elves, then, into the OMRISS, bidding them, goodnight.
Upon awakening, they would be only noddy toys. Except for the good ones. Those? The immortal Hadibi’ndula.
- The OMRISS is a Real World Cupboard. While Fictional in it’s Movie-Premise, it is a had in of Nursery Rhyme in it’s very Sinching Synopsis. A bidden in of Fairy Tales, and built to the scale of a Mother-Hubbard-Sized hole in a home, it Sinter Crofts, as though enchanting Knacked Wood. While bidding, “idle-timed,” it neither ins wood living nor dead, but delivers any of it, and all of it, to take off as life anew, by how it had new life in it ever bidden. In this way, it is alike a Comardin'd Haduzen Christic.
- The Former Word Gas, mentioned in the Chapter on Goz, Relates to Gos and Gauze, or Phantoms, as well as Petroleum. Thus, Benzine.
- The Suffix of Which, “-Zin,” rather, as a, “Zinfandel,” Is a Goestling Alcohol, or Alcohol Spirit, and, when by the Phantom Bal/The Ghostling Ben, is the Lusty Demon, named GAAP/TOAB.
- This, in particular, is alleged, and while found in Aleister’s involvements of his acclaimed Solomonic Magic, none of his work, may be taken overly seriously, as for any good. That is, because, if the Demon Science is truly a Fatherless/Bastard science of no good method or intention to God, reading it puts your soul in jeopardy.
As it is load of diabol heresy, and when we know that Demon’s are indeed real, it surfeits your God will, to operate as his accountancy-recastecaller (in a, however bidden), and the very need of reform of a man with No God Say. He was lored as a religious Ba’aler of religion… to say that it mattered, but as caste, and with spirit possessions admitting him forward, not enough concession of (God) control, could be in it. The unholy Ceremonial Art, if made, not only by unholiness, but impious countenance being his main ten.
- If I must, I would mock my own writing for yet another true as in bidden moment, to have you read in, yet another line of beneficial advice. The Holier People, as well as other People of Age Enough to Drink, can control the Spirits as mentioned above, only as insofar AS a Zinfandel might be their only reality (or any other Alcohol), but not the Demons, themselves.
They, for Judaeo-Christians Prophets, need a proper coursing (as routed out and then sealed, as out in a sanction, and never bidden). Also, demons must occasionally be bound and cast into the pit or hellfires, though this turns a Carnic Karmal relaying, of, which they do create by their being off-put, which causes a hay, when it need be maintained as a need for reminders of moral hall-calls. That is, not fraternizing amourishly over them.
Reason as in it, being, that it enburdens followers by demon lawing, and the apostates then vie for their pry at buying out the prelacy, by fay-way none the wary, no matter where Revelations had in. We need Fellowship's Service, in gracious God support. Not con-arded rapture of hierarchical courts. Not all is bidden. Heretic in me.
Alcohol, apart from all and any demon loring, is at a shy when imbibing wisdom for Heaven, and therefore, not recommended for anyone (especially not those who are ill of conscience, judgementally off righteous God call, or leprous).
The reason why, being if the person were ill, they were already unclean and alcohol is low-kosher. This means that, if any were taken, only a little should be allowed, and only for one, as we do not want all people on it.
If a proper handle is lacking, then it is recommended left out of it.
- For the purposes of this story, Santa only drinks milk, and no Zinfandel, is had, by either of the Clauses, nor their elves.
Aside from alcohol, people need to possess a Spiritual Sobriety. Minding what God says being of the utmost importance in how they do. This is important to maintaining God Line Vitality to the Prayer, aiding the power of Scripturally Appropriate Discernment in Usefully Testifying Matters, as well as being a Better Bid, on the off, for Righteous Judgement Calls in Heaven’s Jurisdictional Witness and Guard the Flock, and Any, helping All the Kingdom to know Him (The Christ), and Life itself.
Well, Ben's off to drive Andrew crazy! Pa mumbled to himself, coming back into the Cabin.
Andrew doesn’t know, but that Osé of his, is a Snow Leopard/Uncia Uncia, which exemplifies Unk/Twain/Wit, through an Ounce/One, making it’s Were-Cat/Ju-Ju transformation, by All One, as an Oni Spirit.
The Oni, will now, I hope, feel only occasionally bidden to discipline Children with the Madenning, “Fairy Birch Twig,” and only the Naughty, as a Krampus, and while around the Winter’s Holiday when I can Supervise and offer Gifts to People.
How did you win Ben, so fast? Ma asked.
I told him that Andrew was divining with a Dictionary, by Bibliomancy or Book-Fortune-Telling, and got landed with the names Spellbound and Eldritch before 2004, Monarch and Bishop in 2007, and then finally, in 2020, Signature. That making a minimum of 5 Nicknames.
Signature? said Mrs. Claus. How dreadful. The pipe is Andrew's then?
By all accounts I'd have to say so, but my Records mention, the Pipe is to be given, from Eldritch.
Where should we send it to? she asked.
As no Eldritch Spellbound truly exists, I suppose we should send it to all of El-Dom, until such a time as Andrew receives it.
I’ve got the document right here. It truly says it all.
Andrew thought that random lot drawing was only a random act. But it’s that very random act that plods (if not by plotting), a path. Some forms of lot drawing are unbidden. We leave it at, that Andrew, hadn’t known God.
Later, he figured that the white light leading him through pages of his (fortune-told), Self-Naming Ceremonies was a Holy Spirit Guide, when it was, in fact, an Evil, Insanity, Demon Spirit named Osé, making him follow a long, drawn-out, Ghost-Written, Trail, of, “Eldritch”/”Creature”/”Bucca,” “Monarch”/”King”/”Faust,” and, “Bishop”/”Pope”/”Jack Frost, naming.
He had a Signature written out on a Letter to Christ, when he divined the word Signature, though!
Oh, is Signature his name, now?! Look after all names, they said? This little man is responsible for having us look after everyone, then… She gave a faint laugh, then wincing in the snow. His Birth Name, though?
He wrote it out prior, unwittingly.
Where was it located? asked Mrs. Claus.
Well, on a Note to God saying, more-or-less, that he’s a, “Psalm 139”/”Fearfully and Wonderfully Made”-Believing, as well as an, “Isaiah 11”/”God's Animal Safety Promise”-Indebted, “Over-Kill-Joy,” Repentant Sinner who goes over the top obsessively in small circuits, but still believes in The Lord.
Do you think he’s ready for this Fairy Pipe? Asked Mrs. Claus.
It came from Tatter’s Flower, and Ben had it enchanted somehow, with a Dragon, said Nick admitted embarassed. Anyhow, Andrew aimed to confess that he’s a, “1 Corinthians 5:5 Repentant,” and will have to wait to see the Christ, without usurping the Church, by abiding good protocol in the World. In the Interim… Not really. I think he needed to feel gifted.
Nick! Ma warned. This could go horribly wrong! Well, what? Do you think he’s acquitted of it, by Secret Societies involvements over his head, ‘surping him by summonry?
If they Governed his Movements, that’s why the coincidences are down to Spirits of Wickedness in High Places being the multiple homes he's moved to. Anyhow, let’s have some Hallongrotta.
Remind me again, why The Delva La Plume is the one he needs and not a Poinsettia. Mrs. Claus asked.
He needs one that’s Christened/Named, and, Ma! Pa whined, lastly, it's not that there aren't other Fairy Pipes to be made, but I’m pretty sure they have to be prayed for, to be received properly. This is the right one for, “El's New Nativity.”
I’ve had enough Nicholas, and you even wasted our Zinfandel. I’ll see you in the morning.
As for, on whether, he was Signed?
I just so happen to know he's still in Osé, and not all-out Satan malurky! Nick fittered secretly to a mouse, Osé means honorific title in Japanese.
But how was it to be… In Ba’al or even exorcizable.. Andrew Thomlinson, sat in his room, browsing the Global News and Weather, on his Smart Phone's Internet. The year was 2018.
Kali? he asked. Are you sure we should do this? He put out a cigarette into his ash mug (a rather conventional ashtray?).
One more, Magic Drew Bear, his cherubim replied.
Well, you said three, but I don’t know, he said.
They were onto a third.
Then they'll know that you and I are meant to be.
A third fire, could put the world in dire peril… Andrew, hesitated. Both fell in Phantom Love over never meeting and discovering Opera.
You know, I don't really believe in this stuff, but who am I? I'm not real. Everything's realler than I am! We'll make it three fires and that way, if your theories are true, we'll be able to locate them and prove them and if they locate you, we can find a way of announcing our love before them all. I'm sure they'll manage a way of bringing us together, that way.
But Kali, who are you, again, asked Andrew, dearly, and half disbelieving as he picked up another cigarette. You called me a Magic Drew Bear one day, and I'm not lying, that won my heart, but I don't even own the better part of my own apartment or dollar to get us started off together, yet. How will we ever find a way to live together?
You'll come to get me from the East Coast of Canada, she said. In all regalia, and sweep me off my feet... Either that, she said, or you'll meet me at my hospital.
That story always changes.
Kali had met him, at first, in Portage La Prairie, Manitoba, in a vision, where she had stood outside his apartment window shuffling her feet, but when Andrew had looked, she hadn't actually been there.
At least, that's how it had started.
Now it was that, the two, were playing a very dangerous game, of placing Faustian Fairytale bets, on the landscape of the, "known," world.
On one hand, Andrew believed in girls, on the other hand he didn't know why he had to feed this one birdfood or get off his butt and find a job, before the war or, better still, he didn't know why he had to lend to starting the minor Apocalypse, which would inevitably start the war, then followed up by the real Apocalypse, afterward. Nobody ever let him in on those sorts of dire detailings.
It's an Ion.
Like a Kirby, you're saying? His friend couldn't believe him. The pink demon puffoon from the video games?
Well, the way I see it, all fires are synchronized in some way, though they never appear so. Think of two synchronized blinking lights. Now, command them ionic. Only, those two lights fly around, and sync their, "behaviours and patterns," while all over the place, or the planet. And then, take it one step further... they're never truly only even ONE pair.
Why do they fly around?
I think they fly around to examine every known or unknown thing in existence. When they're at rest, it's because they've found enough Spark, Combustible Material, and my guess is, Air. They're really all over the Universe that way, only we can't tell for their Disparity and Scale and the Fires.
So they just inhale, things combust, and then they dwell in their ember and/or maybe die down a bit to continue? Yeah... Drew, that's lame. Kirby's not a real demon.
But don't you see. I know that! They're not actually Kirby. They're one little ion commanding an existence circuit.
Then the question I'd ask is, are they (or is it), necessary to existence, or better yet, do they command it?
You know what? Since I saw the manifestation of those fires on the ninth of September, from my bet with, "Invisible," Kali, last year, I'm kinda growing more wary of flickering lights...
“WHAT ON EARTH WAS THAT?!!!”
A Lady stepped out of a Car and turned to face the two of them.
The Card: "Sparing you any details on how my ashes may have been in slight, I've commanded you into my furnace for how the furnishings were not in right."
~ Andrew writes loopy letters, said one girl, while giggling, back in his Junior High. And I couldn't tell who he was trying to impress. You... Or Jim Davis. ~ A Bat flew in and settled into the tree (it had been the Eaves Trough).
OKAY... Tags off, and Let Me Know How Everything Fits! His mom, got back into the car, waved and drove off.
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Hi everyone, gonna try to keep this short & sweet. I'm looking for advice/ways to stay productive to improve my acting craft and to see if I should be doing more? A little about me. I'm 33, married with 1 child, work full time 9-5 Monday - Friday, living in PA (United States). I grew up in a traditional, conservative household where acting wasn't even a choice, but it was always something I really wanted to do. Because of that, I am now trying to make a go of it some years later. Now that I'm a grown up with adult money, I have the funds to do acting classes, workshops, buy necessary self tape equipment, etc...I should also add that I have full support from my spouse on this to chase my creative side.
I've been taking some classes to see which method works best for me. I took Meisner for about 5 months and realized it wasn't really for me, so I stopped that. I recently joined an improv theatre in May and have been doing that for a few months now, and I'm loving it, but we're on break until July. I also have a 5 week intensive online for Auditioning for Film & TV coming up in July as well. I've sent some self tapes in for some auditions, got 1 callback, but nothing else. I can honestly say that I don't audition a WHOLE lot due to my lack of knowledge of character building/script analysis, so I haven't been actively auditioning. Is that wrong? I try to watch videos and stuff, but it doesn't really always stick with me. I've been reading books in my free time (Meisner, Jenna Fischer, Larry Moss, Uta Hagen, Stella Adler) to get more insight to the acting world and technique. Unfortunately for me, there's no adult theatre classes in person near me and the only real productions that happen around here are either traveling ones or where the community is very toxic. (There's a theatre near here where I went to seek entrance into and let's just say I was all but laughed at because I had no "real" training or degree and was told to come back when I had "real" experience. When I asked them about classes, they stated they don't offer classes). This area caters a lot to youth and really doesn't focus too much on adult classes (except the improv class i've been taking) I guess my question is, between working full time, being a husband and father, and enjoying another hobby of mine, what can I be doing more to improve my craft? Should I be auditioning? Should I make a demo reel first to get more comfortable self taping? I'm not expecting to be the next big star or anything, but I'm the type of person who really likes to chase skill and I really want to get better to become more confident on stage and on screen and have fun doing so.
Thank you in advance!
My boss (apartment complex) found a way to save the company money last year. She fired the lady that’s been cleaning the breezeways for a discount on her rent. At the time, she said her daughter would do it. Her daughter “worked” in the office for about a year- meaning she got paid but never showed up and I literally don’t think I ever saw her so much as answer a phone. Surprise surprise, her daughter left. So her solution is to say that is part of my job now as well. I’ve been there 6 years and im lowest on the totem pole and make just a few cents over minimum wage. I bust my ass more days than not in the Texas heat and the rest of the maintenance crew is a criminally lazy obnoxious guy that somehow skates by. The other times she’s asked, I’ve made it crystal clear that I will gladly do it IF compensated. My plate is already full. Well she asked yesterday if I’d been cleaning MY breezeways- and I said no, I haven’t had the time, even to get my own work done. So she replied it needs to be done monthly and said if it was her, she would do half and alternate weekly. Cool, sounds like a great plan for you. I just didn’t reply and I’m not going to. I put in my resume somewhere else. And I’m not currently feeling to mad or bitter- but part of me almost hopes she has the balls to ask again so I can tell her that you don’t get to fire someone just to save money and just expect someone already overworked and underpaid to take it on for free. I’m feeling so liberated now that I’ve decided my time there is nearing an end. Hope everyone has a fantastic day today! Stay cool out there
Ok, to me networking is a pillar of this job. my company hired a new sys admin 6 months ago, who week 2 needed my help simply setting a static IP on a windows machine. I STRONGLY advised he learn networking, gave him lab equipment, and some network + resources. for the last 6 months he has been "studying" for the net+, I have asked here and there how it is going and he will say something like "I am learning about routers now" or "I am on the IP V6 chapter". Yesterday I decided to actually ask him some questions to see how his learning is going and I am starting to think he is lying about studying or is just incapable of learning networking. I asked 3 questions that I think are chapter 1 fundamental things.
What is the osi model? - couldn't tell me, and couldn't tell me a single layer
What is a DHCP server? - I asked if he knew what DHCP was, he said yes and to my surprise he actually got the name right, I asked him: "so you know what a dhcp server does? and he said yes. then, I said ok tell me. and he was like "LOL you got me I don't know"
What is a public and private IP? also he had no clue here.
If after 6 months you can not answer these questions I think our company needs to work out some sort of requirement of him to get a net+ within a time frame, I don't know legally what they can do, hell I don't mind if they give him some time to learn on the clock even, I just need someone competent to work with. Unfortunately I think he is just incapable of learning the technology. He is a "nice guy" but nowhere near a system administrator level in any skillset, and how he flat out lies makes me wonder what else is he trying to "fake it till he makes it", honestly I am uncomfortable giving him any task besides end user support.
So this is the second time that I just avoid anything and everything around me and now i’m at the point that i just don’t care about anything anymore. I’m not going to school and now i have to change schools because i’m failing again because I skip school nearly everyday day cause i’m feeling like shit. The thing is that i don’t care about it. I don’t care about myself or anyone else anymore. Days are just flying by while i’m doing nothing. I tried going outside and going on a walk but it’s not helping and now i’m just sitting in my room rotting. I put a fassade up for my parents but i don’t know if I can endure this any longer. I thought about suicide. Just to end this miserable life. What can I do?