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2016.08.11 05:12 DJChocoKay VR HOTAS Games! Lets talk seats and sticks
VR Cockpit Gaming. A subreddit all about Virtual Reality games that use a HOTAS - Hands On Throttle and Stick. Games best played with a cockpit seat and sticks. Steering wheels are cool too. To battlestations!
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The world's worst car show with Mike Tornabene.
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2023.05.28 08:15 PurpleSolitudes Best Microphone For Streaming in USA Available On Amazon
 | A microphone is a crucial component for streaming, as it allows you to capture high-quality audio for your audience. When streaming, your voice and any other sounds you make are the primary means of communication with your viewers, and clear audio is essential for creating an engaging and enjoyable experience. submitted by PurpleSolitudes to gamingshopus [link] [comments] Best Microphone For Streaming can help you communicate more clearly and effectively, which can lead to higher engagement and better viewer retention. It can also help you stand out from the many other streamers who may be competing for viewers in the same space. There are several factors to consider when selecting a microphone for streaming, including sound quality, convenience, and budget. Some popular options include USB microphones, XLR microphones with audio interfaces, and headset or lapel microphones. Ultimately, the importance of a microphone for streaming cannot be overstated. A high-quality microphone can help you create a polished and professional stream, and it is an investment that is well worth considering if you want to take your streaming game to the next level. Best Microphone For StreamingRazer Seiren Mini USB Condenser Microphonehttps://preview.redd.it/y418wvlfia2b1.png?width=1500&format=png&auto=webp&s=1fa59bbdea813d855013c9b9b05832a3e07de4cd The Razer Seiren Mini USB Condenser Microphone is a compact and affordable microphone that delivers excellent sound quality, making it an ideal choice for content creators, streamers, or podcasters. In this review, we will take a closer look at the features, pros, and cons of this microphone. Read More View on Amazon HyperX QuadCast - USB Condenser Gaming Microphonehttps://preview.redd.it/kkmft8evia2b1.png?width=1500&format=png&auto=webp&s=9fc84ef537820567bfd686357f08fd18d3260cd3 HyperX QuadCast is a USB condenser gaming microphone that promises high-quality audio capture for gamers and streamers. With its sleek design and impressive specs, it has quickly become a popular choice among content creators. In this review, we'll take a closer look at the pros and cons of the HyperX QuadCast to help you decide if it's the right microphone for you. Read More View on Amazon Elgato Wave:3 - Premium Studio Quality USB Condenser Microphonehttps://preview.redd.it/axspsid3ja2b1.png?width=1500&format=png&auto=webp&s=4e56c503c94156b5dd33b2862c54d6661f1c4084 Elgato Wave:3 is a high-quality USB condenser microphone that promises to deliver studio-grade sound quality for all your recording and streaming needs. Designed with the modern content creator in mind, it features a sleek design, intuitive controls, and advanced audio processing capabilities that make it an indispensable tool for anyone looking to create professional-grade content. In this review, we'll take a deep dive into its features, Read More View on Amazon Logitech for Creators Blue Yeti Nano Premium USB Microphonehttps://preview.redd.it/x1xj8osaja2b1.png?width=1500&format=png&auto=webp&s=d9d2645c77030ec656286dc119454480c10d1bc9 The Logitech Blue Yeti Nano Premium USB Microphone is a compact and sleek microphone designed for creators. It provides excellent sound quality, ease of use, and versatility at an affordable price. Read More View on Amazon HyperX QuadCast S – RGB USB Condenser Microphonehttps://preview.redd.it/do5rthvgja2b1.png?width=1500&format=png&auto=webp&s=1b2211c133c150eb031e93e9b843aa3b4a8f773a HyperX QuadCast S is a top-of-the-line USB condenser microphone designed specifically for gamers and streamers who demand the best audio quality possible. With its sleek design, customizable RGB lighting, and powerful features, this microphone is Read More View on Amazon |
2023.05.28 08:15 No_Prompt_3035 Can’t Leave Body.
I’ve been experiencing vibrations and sleep paralysis for almost a decade. This is all very normal to me.
Recently, I decided to finally get serious with AP and having a really hard time “leaving” my body.
("Leaving the body" is a misnomer that assumes the physical as a fundamental reality. We’re already "out of body" as unbounded and free consciousness.)
With that out of the way, I’m still using the body here as an initial point of reference or training wheels to get started on this journey.
So… I usually set the alarm for 5am, wake up, walk around a bit, and then go back to bed. It takes me a few seconds to start falling back asleep, and here's where the sleep paralysis is induced, followed by vibrations, sounds, etc. - the usual.
As these vibrations are happening, I usually set my intention on floating upward toward the ceiling or sometimes to simply going through the roof above my home.
The issue happens right at this point. Whenever I attempt the exit, things become extremely blurry, dense, and almost dream-like. It feels like I’m stuck to my body no matter what.
Sometimes, out of frustration, I try to stand up on my bed with my astral body. I’ve been able to get my head out and also my arms but have never been able to fully disconnect from the physical.
I want to have a fully lucid experience, start developing the muscle, and be able to explore the universe/other realities at will.
I would appreciate input here from experienced AP'ers.
Thanks!
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Recently, I decided to finally get serious with AP and having a really hard time “leaving” my body.
("Leaving the body" is a misnomer that assumes the physical as a fundamental reality. We’re already "out of body" as unbounded and free consciousness.)
With that out of the way, I’m still using the body here as an initial point of reference or training wheels to get started on this journey.
So… I usually set the alarm for 5am, wake up, walk around a bit, and then go back to bed. It takes me a few seconds to start falling back asleep, and here's where the sleep paralysis is induced, followed by vibrations, sounds, etc. - the usual.
As these vibrations are happening, I usually set my intention on floating upward toward the ceiling or sometimes to simply going through the roof above my home.
The issue happens right at this point. Whenever I attempt the exit, things become extremely blurry, dense, and almost dream-like. It feels like I’m stuck to my body no matter what.
Sometimes, out of frustration, I try to stand up on my bed with my astral body. I’ve been able to get my head out and also my arms but have never been able to fully disconnect from the physical.
I want to have a fully lucid experience, start developing the muscle, and be able to explore the universe/other realities at will.
I would appreciate input here from experienced AP'ers.
Thanks!
2023.05.28 08:13 schneidebs30 First Rig
 | My first rig ever. It’s nothing crazy but I’m proud of it! Cheap ebay cockpit. Seat I ripped out of a Mitsubishi Eclipse at the junkyard for $50. And a Moza R5 with SRP pedals. Holy smokes I suck on the wheel after playing with the controller for years but damn this is fun! submitted by schneidebs30 to simracing [link] [comments] |
2023.05.28 08:12 Arcadia_K Game 7 here we come! 🏀
Just a little appreciation post for our boys ☘️
I still can’t contain my excitement after the game. I’m so damn proud of this team for pushing through and taking it this far. Yeah there were some ups and downs but they worked so hard and it’s paying off.
In all honesty I didn’t think any team could come back after losing 3 games in a row. But the Celtics have been giving it their all and definitely deserved this game 7. No lie though, had me at the edge of my seat with how close the score was in the final minutes.
Now we’re taking it home and I can’t wait to stand behind them and watch them takeover this series ☘️
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I still can’t contain my excitement after the game. I’m so damn proud of this team for pushing through and taking it this far. Yeah there were some ups and downs but they worked so hard and it’s paying off.
In all honesty I didn’t think any team could come back after losing 3 games in a row. But the Celtics have been giving it their all and definitely deserved this game 7. No lie though, had me at the edge of my seat with how close the score was in the final minutes.
Now we’re taking it home and I can’t wait to stand behind them and watch them takeover this series ☘️
2023.05.28 08:07 donnyu16 Seeking Advice: Logitech G29 Wheel Replacement Dilemma - Need Help and Suggestions!
So, I recently purchased a Logitech G29, but I'm not satisfied with the fake wheel that came with it. It feels terrible to use and, more importantly, it blocks most of the buttons on the wheel itself. The seller did include the original wheel, but it's missing its center cap, making it impossible for me to put the original one back on. I would greatly appreciate any help or suggestions from you all! Thank you!
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2023.05.28 08:03 m0niyaw Direct Drive, why so much torque?
I have a Logitech G920, yesterday I tried the Moza R5 one of my friends got. I'm very impressed with this base and it's actually something I'm considering to purchase for myself. I was doing some more research and I found out the Moza R5 has 5Nm of maximum torque. I was using it at 20% which was much stronger than the max torque of my G920. I'd say that's how I would like my wheel to feel, especially for drifting.
Browsing some more I also discovered wheel bases with 20Nm and even 30Nm of torque but I don't quite understand the purpose of having this much torque because you realistically aren't gonna use it, even if you install a pretty heavy wheel. I watched YouTube videos of Direct Drive wheels at max torque and it seems ridiculous, it's straight out dangerous.
Can anyone help provide a scenario where you would want to set your wheel to 20 or 30Nm?
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Browsing some more I also discovered wheel bases with 20Nm and even 30Nm of torque but I don't quite understand the purpose of having this much torque because you realistically aren't gonna use it, even if you install a pretty heavy wheel. I watched YouTube videos of Direct Drive wheels at max torque and it seems ridiculous, it's straight out dangerous.
Can anyone help provide a scenario where you would want to set your wheel to 20 or 30Nm?
2023.05.28 08:01 Live_Coconut_6890 What am I doing wrong?
For a while now ive been wondering what I might be doing wrong or if there’s anything wrong with me as a person. I (18F) have never been on a date, asked out, been in a relationship or anything even remotely romantic for that matter. I’ve tried asking out guys my age and I either get rejected or friendzoned. Older guys don’t even spare me a glance. Since middle school I’ve always been a third wheel whether it be in friend groups or being the person who stands by while their friend get asked out and complimented. Kids would ask me out or say they liked me as a joke/dare so even if someone were to ask me out at this point I would probably think they were messing with me. In middle school I was told that I laughed and smiled too much and that they found me annoying, so in Highschool I stopped and then the same people saw me as weird because I kept to myself and things got even worse. I’ve been myself, I’ve changed the way I dress, the way I speak, and still it’s like nothing I ever do is good enough. I don’t think of myself highly in anyway, I don’t think of myself as hideous , but at the same time I know I’m not anybody’s first choice and I know self esteem is a part of the problem, but I’ve done everything thing I can. Things have gotten even worse because of college now too. They said things would change once I started college, new environment, new people, but now it’s reached a point where I feel like it’s embarrassing. I’m stuck in my dorm doing school work while everyone else around me is out going to parties, dating and having fun. I’ve never had an issue working alone or being alone in general, but after finishing my freshman year, it has really taken a toll. Its not even jealousy at this point, its mostly just sadness that I feel. I get made fun of (not severely, like poking fun) for not having had a boyfriend at my age by family and friends and again I understand I’m only 18 so I try to brush it off but after hearing it so often it starts to eat at you, but at the same time people younger than me are getting into relationships. People I know, even if they haven’t dated, they’ve been asked out multiple times by other people. My younger siblings who are still in Highschool are doing better than me. I’m scared to try dating apps because I don’t want to possibly be ridiculed by a stranger or have someone in my area find me on the app (I live in a small city with a large population, everyone knows each other). I don’t post pictures of myself on social media because it was never something that I did. I don’t have anyone close to that I can talk about this with because they’ve never had this issue. They say dating isn’t all what it’s chalked up to be or that it’s not that important, but at the same time the people who say that aren’t having the struggle that others go through. I don’t expect a guy to just appear in front of me but whatever I try doesn’t work. IDK anymore. It’s like the further I go in life everything gets worse, I hope for it to get better and it just gets worse. It’s not like I’m looking to get married at my age, but to even get married you have to have someone who even wants to marry you. I really don’t think I’m asking for too much, even if for just a little while yk?
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2023.05.28 08:01 donnyu16 Seeking Advice: Logitech G29 Center Cap Replacement Dilemma - Need Help and Suggestions!
So, I recently purchased a Logitech G29, but I'm not satisfied with the fake wheel that came with it. It feels terrible to use and, more importantly, it blocks most of the buttons on the wheel itself. The seller did include the original wheel, but it's missing its center cap, making it impossible for me to put the original one back on. I would greatly appreciate any help or suggestions from you all! Thank you!
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2023.05.28 07:54 mmillington Actress in the House Group Read, Week 2: Chapters 1-4
Sorry it’s a little long.
Chapter 1
We begin with the slap. Bill Daley and his (girl?)friend Helen attend “a halfway mediocre” play during which a male character viciously strikes a female character, drawing (real?) blood. Daley spends much of the chapter interpreting and analyzing the responses of the other members of the audience and dissecting the blonde actress Becca Lang’s and the male actor’s motivations and responses. Much of his analysis focuses on who is or has experienced physical abuse/violence, as well as assessing threat levels. We see Daley express frustration with members of the audience for interrupting his analysis.
We learn a little about Helen: She travels frequently for work, she and Daley often attend plays together, and Daley sees her as someone he could be with, “the whole package.”
At intermission, the cast of characters in the audience share their responses to the slap.
We find out Daley booked the tickets after receiving a phone call several days ago from the actress, Lang.
Chapter 2
This chapter is a flashback several days to the phone call. While sitting with Kid Knox, a drummer, Daley answers the phone, expecting it to be a call from one of his long-time legal clients Lotta, but it’s a woman who says, “It’s you.”
Daley, his interest piqued, talks with her for some time, being told he was recommended to the woman by a Mr. van Diamond to address a housing issue she’s facing. She’s an actress subletting a place, but she spends significant time abroad, raising questions over her “primary residence.” She mentions “threats” against her.
Daley repeatedly thinks she doing a “voice-job” on him. We get frequent references to acting, drama, playing roles, performances.
Daley, while they’re talking, tracks the behavior of pigeons and an “out-of-place” brown dove outside his window.
He tells her he’s not a real estate lawyer, but he gets sucked into finding out more about her case. She tells him her name and that she’s a stage actress. The conversation grows friendly, and they joke with each other. She tells him van Diamond called him a good listener, a giver, a fool. Daley thinks she has “a gift for toil.” She mentions Daley’s “employment agency.”
Becca tells him, “We’re of the same blood, you know?” She mentions van Diamond’s “vile cufflinks” and gets Daley to agree to a short meeting.
Donna, Daley’s secretary comes into his office to check on him, having overheard the conversation, especially the mention of “threats.”
He stops at the supermarket on the way home to get a paper and track down the play Becca is in. He talks with his next-door neighbor about the mugging of a young boy on the playground at night. When he gets home, he books two seats for Becca’s play.
Chapter 3
The play resumes, and we’re filled in on some of the plot and character dynamics. The play features periodic pauses for voice-overs of Becca reading letters her character sent to her brother in Connecticut during her time in Nepal. The had a close relationship until he got married to a “noisy” redheaded woman. Becca then joined the Peace Corps and left for Africa.
The brother has developed “noise-cancellation technology,” but he faces potential legal problems for “professional improprieties.” He’s also having an affair with his secretary, whom the sister (Becca) knows.
The brother summons Becca home from Nepal, where she’d had a “spiritual experience” and been involved with the son of a Sherpa. The redhaired wife, leveraging power over Becca, pulls out the letters Becca wrote to her brother, at which point Becca tells her of the affair. She then runs to her brother to let him know she outed him, at which point we get the slap.
Chapter 4
Flashback 12 years to an earthquake in Manhattan. Daley wakes up around 3 a.m. to a phone call from his client Lotta, asking if she can sue Connecticut—which she claims was the origin of the quake—over the damage to two figurines that fell during the tremor. He tells her there’s no case to be had.
At this time, Daley is married to Della, a dancer in the process of retiring, and she is out of bed (reading, he thinks, but later thinks she went for a run instead).
He calls his little brother Wolf in Seattle to ask a structural engineering question related to one of Daley’s clients. We learn about Wolf’s history of error-proneness/unluckiness. He was literally blown out of the water when a nearby ship exploded in a harbor in Osaka, Japan; he collided while riding a dirtbike with the contents hanging off a moving truck. Daley was on vacation in India with his wife at the time of the Osaka harbor explosion, and the trip was cut short so they could attend to Wolf in the hospital.
On the phone, Wolf invites Daley to join him as legal consultant on a trip to inspect a dam in Australia in a week.
Daley gets up to check the house. He sees their house guest, a European financier Della hopes will fund a business that helps creative people find day/night jobs, lying in bed with his eyes open a slit. Daley answers a second call from Lotta, during which he hears the front door, and his wife comes upstairs. He had been thinking about how she would smell. They talk for a while; she encourages him to go on the Australia trip. He thinks about the letters her received from Wolf’s associates during his many travels.
Della says she thinks Lotta has been abused. Her rationale is that Lotta is abusing Daley: “No, she’s over the line, she’s abusing you, why does she do that?”
The couple turns sexual, we see a scar that runs from Daley’s wrist to elbow. As the couple gets going, the house guest is standing in the doorway. Possible implications of an affair?
Absorb dominates the first chapter and appears in the other three, characters in the novel and in the play within absorb one another, absorb blows, are absorbed in their work
Chapter two builds on voices in terms of accents, playing characters, and being out-of-place (reflected in the dove outside the window.
Chapter three explores noisiness in the redhead, the brother’s “noise-cancelling technology,” the “noise” of industrial warehouses (a callback to Daley’s observation of the poor acoustics in the renovated warehouse in which they’re watching the play). I also see it as a reference to the noisy aspects of the character’s lives, the affair, messy relationships, professional indiscretions.
Chapter four focuses on premonitions, Daley’s “prophetic” gift. I first noticed this in chapter two. Having begun the book with the slap, we get a flashback in chapter two that makes multiple references to a “jolt.” I don’t know of a term for this technique. Post-facto foreshadowing? But in chapter four, dreams, memories, fears (of physical danger to people he knows), and hopes are blended in the narration, and we have a chapter set more than a decade in the past, but the text remains conscious of present.
McElroy’s prose feels smooth, even in the play chapters when he’s transitioning between the stage action, audience associations, and meta-commentary on the action and devices of the play.
We also see the beginnings of McElroy using intratextual intertextuality: Within the novel, we get interplay between the “real” people and the characters. Daley analyzes the relationship between Becca and the male actor through the performance on stage. We see multiple analogues: the secretaries both referred to as “girl Friday,” characters face legal trouble over professional improprieties, a sibling leaving with the married one staying at home, and I suspect more of the play’s plot elements will appear in the “real” character’s lives.
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Chapter 1
We begin with the slap. Bill Daley and his (girl?)friend Helen attend “a halfway mediocre” play during which a male character viciously strikes a female character, drawing (real?) blood. Daley spends much of the chapter interpreting and analyzing the responses of the other members of the audience and dissecting the blonde actress Becca Lang’s and the male actor’s motivations and responses. Much of his analysis focuses on who is or has experienced physical abuse/violence, as well as assessing threat levels. We see Daley express frustration with members of the audience for interrupting his analysis.
We learn a little about Helen: She travels frequently for work, she and Daley often attend plays together, and Daley sees her as someone he could be with, “the whole package.”
At intermission, the cast of characters in the audience share their responses to the slap.
We find out Daley booked the tickets after receiving a phone call several days ago from the actress, Lang.
Chapter 2
This chapter is a flashback several days to the phone call. While sitting with Kid Knox, a drummer, Daley answers the phone, expecting it to be a call from one of his long-time legal clients Lotta, but it’s a woman who says, “It’s you.”
Daley, his interest piqued, talks with her for some time, being told he was recommended to the woman by a Mr. van Diamond to address a housing issue she’s facing. She’s an actress subletting a place, but she spends significant time abroad, raising questions over her “primary residence.” She mentions “threats” against her.
Daley repeatedly thinks she doing a “voice-job” on him. We get frequent references to acting, drama, playing roles, performances.
Daley, while they’re talking, tracks the behavior of pigeons and an “out-of-place” brown dove outside his window.
He tells her he’s not a real estate lawyer, but he gets sucked into finding out more about her case. She tells him her name and that she’s a stage actress. The conversation grows friendly, and they joke with each other. She tells him van Diamond called him a good listener, a giver, a fool. Daley thinks she has “a gift for toil.” She mentions Daley’s “employment agency.”
Becca tells him, “We’re of the same blood, you know?” She mentions van Diamond’s “vile cufflinks” and gets Daley to agree to a short meeting.
Donna, Daley’s secretary comes into his office to check on him, having overheard the conversation, especially the mention of “threats.”
He stops at the supermarket on the way home to get a paper and track down the play Becca is in. He talks with his next-door neighbor about the mugging of a young boy on the playground at night. When he gets home, he books two seats for Becca’s play.
Chapter 3
The play resumes, and we’re filled in on some of the plot and character dynamics. The play features periodic pauses for voice-overs of Becca reading letters her character sent to her brother in Connecticut during her time in Nepal. The had a close relationship until he got married to a “noisy” redheaded woman. Becca then joined the Peace Corps and left for Africa.
The brother has developed “noise-cancellation technology,” but he faces potential legal problems for “professional improprieties.” He’s also having an affair with his secretary, whom the sister (Becca) knows.
The brother summons Becca home from Nepal, where she’d had a “spiritual experience” and been involved with the son of a Sherpa. The redhaired wife, leveraging power over Becca, pulls out the letters Becca wrote to her brother, at which point Becca tells her of the affair. She then runs to her brother to let him know she outed him, at which point we get the slap.
Chapter 4
Flashback 12 years to an earthquake in Manhattan. Daley wakes up around 3 a.m. to a phone call from his client Lotta, asking if she can sue Connecticut—which she claims was the origin of the quake—over the damage to two figurines that fell during the tremor. He tells her there’s no case to be had.
At this time, Daley is married to Della, a dancer in the process of retiring, and she is out of bed (reading, he thinks, but later thinks she went for a run instead).
He calls his little brother Wolf in Seattle to ask a structural engineering question related to one of Daley’s clients. We learn about Wolf’s history of error-proneness/unluckiness. He was literally blown out of the water when a nearby ship exploded in a harbor in Osaka, Japan; he collided while riding a dirtbike with the contents hanging off a moving truck. Daley was on vacation in India with his wife at the time of the Osaka harbor explosion, and the trip was cut short so they could attend to Wolf in the hospital.
On the phone, Wolf invites Daley to join him as legal consultant on a trip to inspect a dam in Australia in a week.
Daley gets up to check the house. He sees their house guest, a European financier Della hopes will fund a business that helps creative people find day/night jobs, lying in bed with his eyes open a slit. Daley answers a second call from Lotta, during which he hears the front door, and his wife comes upstairs. He had been thinking about how she would smell. They talk for a while; she encourages him to go on the Australia trip. He thinks about the letters her received from Wolf’s associates during his many travels.
Della says she thinks Lotta has been abused. Her rationale is that Lotta is abusing Daley: “No, she’s over the line, she’s abusing you, why does she do that?”
The couple turns sexual, we see a scar that runs from Daley’s wrist to elbow. As the couple gets going, the house guest is standing in the doorway. Possible implications of an affair?
Analysis
So far, we see McElroy establishing a number of key themes: acting/performance, house/housing, violence (slap, jolt, explosions), absorption. As in Hind’s Kidnap, McElroy plays on the multiple usages of many words:Absorb dominates the first chapter and appears in the other three, characters in the novel and in the play within absorb one another, absorb blows, are absorbed in their work
Chapter two builds on voices in terms of accents, playing characters, and being out-of-place (reflected in the dove outside the window.
Chapter three explores noisiness in the redhead, the brother’s “noise-cancelling technology,” the “noise” of industrial warehouses (a callback to Daley’s observation of the poor acoustics in the renovated warehouse in which they’re watching the play). I also see it as a reference to the noisy aspects of the character’s lives, the affair, messy relationships, professional indiscretions.
Chapter four focuses on premonitions, Daley’s “prophetic” gift. I first noticed this in chapter two. Having begun the book with the slap, we get a flashback in chapter two that makes multiple references to a “jolt.” I don’t know of a term for this technique. Post-facto foreshadowing? But in chapter four, dreams, memories, fears (of physical danger to people he knows), and hopes are blended in the narration, and we have a chapter set more than a decade in the past, but the text remains conscious of present.
McElroy’s prose feels smooth, even in the play chapters when he’s transitioning between the stage action, audience associations, and meta-commentary on the action and devices of the play.
We also see the beginnings of McElroy using intratextual intertextuality: Within the novel, we get interplay between the “real” people and the characters. Daley analyzes the relationship between Becca and the male actor through the performance on stage. We see multiple analogues: the secretaries both referred to as “girl Friday,” characters face legal trouble over professional improprieties, a sibling leaving with the married one staying at home, and I suspect more of the play’s plot elements will appear in the “real” character’s lives.
Questions
- Blood is mentioned multiple times. How do you see the interplay of violence drawing Becca’s character’s blood with the slap, the family ties, and Becca’s insistence she and Daley are “of the same blood”?
- How are you tracking McElroy’s persistent use of layered meanings?
- What do you make of the numerous points at which the narrative shifts to the second person?
2023.05.28 07:54 lehruholm Mazda 3 select 2022 tire issue
Hi everyone,
I am a new driver and own a new mazda 3 that I bought on Dec 2022. I live in Bay Area in California and there are hella portholes in all the freeways here. So I had to change my tire this week due to a porthole impact. Long story short..after I change the front tire (left), the steering wheel has been very tight when I go beyond 60mph..I don't know why and not sure what to do, any advise will be greatly appreciated 🫶🏻
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I am a new driver and own a new mazda 3 that I bought on Dec 2022. I live in Bay Area in California and there are hella portholes in all the freeways here. So I had to change my tire this week due to a porthole impact. Long story short..after I change the front tire (left), the steering wheel has been very tight when I go beyond 60mph..I don't know why and not sure what to do, any advise will be greatly appreciated 🫶🏻
2023.05.28 07:42 hyperspace-elf 5/27/23 Ground-level yellow blinking/pulsing light
I almost never post things on the internet in general, and almost didn't want to make this its own thread, but just can't resist reaching out to see if others have experienced something similar as I can't seem so find anything even close. I know these things are real, but am also a healthy skeptic myself, so please, flame away if you must, I understand where you're coming from.That said, I'm still reeling after an experience I had a couple hours ago and wanted to write about it while it's still fresh in the memory.
I live alone, pretty far out in the county. (Like, Amish neighbors far out)
I've had experiences with these (usually) high altitude, obviously intelligently controlled craft/light(s) that many describe. Many times over the years, in fact. Almost always with other people present, also witnessing the same things, so though jarring, things always felt safe.
Well, it'd been awhile (a year or so) and something inside me decided it was time tonight to go outside, look up, and to try to say hello; see if anyone was in the area.
About 9:30, make coffee and go stand out in a spot in my yard (not too far from the house, ~50ft) with the best view of the entire sky. Very dark, party cloudy. While staring at the sky waiting for my eyes to get adjusted to the darkness of the sky, I tried meditating on just being a calm, peaceful, and welcoming presence out there. After a few minutes of standing, I decided to walk down to the boathouse shed next to the pond (maybe ~160 feet from the house) to grab a lawn chair that I could take back to my spot in the yard.
Not a minute after returning to my spot and setting up the chair do I notice a very small, blinking/pulsing yellow light zipping around down by the pond in the SAME AREA that I JUST WAS a minute or so before. I watched, it would blink erratically a few times, allowing me to catch its path of travel, then disappear, only to reappear a second or two later in a completely different location in that area with another few quick blinks/pulses of this yellow light. One second it'd be ground level, another, it was floating up to the top of one of the trees nearby the pond. No sound. At this point I know that something strange had arrived, and also that it was VERY aware that I was there and looking in it's direction. I got my hello. My heart immediately starts racing out of control. I'd not had this CLOSE an experience before, and was hardly ready for it. My mind hopelessly attempts to attribute it to a firefly, as that's what it could MOST closely relate this sighting to. But it traveled around MUCH too quickly, blinking patterns were odd, and as I tried to quickly reevaluate my surroundings, there were exactly 0 other fireflies around ANYWHERE. We don't get them until late June/Early July anyways.
At this point I'm beginning to feel overwhelmed because I keep loosing it's position between the blinks/pulses and wondered if it intended on coming nearer to me, so, out of fear, I began walking briskly back towards the house, attempting to respectfully make clear that I'd suddenly gotten very overwhelmed due to the close proximity of this encounter, which I hadn't experienced before, and needed to stop. Once I was back on my back porch, near the door of the house, I took another long look back in that direction. Though I was genuinely freaked, I still wanted to see if I could catch it's flashes once more. I did, and it was coming quickly nearer, about at the spot in the yard where I'd just been. In an instant, I felt my entire nervous system electrically light up, all the blood drain from my body, my face go pale. I couldn't help but to nervously scurry back inside, my self-preservation taking the wheel. I wish I could've shown more courage, but the behavior of these things have a way of making you feel very small and helpless, especially in one-on-one encounters.
Again, not trying to prove anything, just trying to detail an experience that I had. Still in that, 'not quite sure how to proceed' state. I feel bad, I meant no disrespect and attempted to make that clear. Don't ask unless you are prepared to receive, I suppose.
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I live alone, pretty far out in the county. (Like, Amish neighbors far out)
I've had experiences with these (usually) high altitude, obviously intelligently controlled craft/light(s) that many describe. Many times over the years, in fact. Almost always with other people present, also witnessing the same things, so though jarring, things always felt safe.
Well, it'd been awhile (a year or so) and something inside me decided it was time tonight to go outside, look up, and to try to say hello; see if anyone was in the area.
About 9:30, make coffee and go stand out in a spot in my yard (not too far from the house, ~50ft) with the best view of the entire sky. Very dark, party cloudy. While staring at the sky waiting for my eyes to get adjusted to the darkness of the sky, I tried meditating on just being a calm, peaceful, and welcoming presence out there. After a few minutes of standing, I decided to walk down to the boathouse shed next to the pond (maybe ~160 feet from the house) to grab a lawn chair that I could take back to my spot in the yard.
Not a minute after returning to my spot and setting up the chair do I notice a very small, blinking/pulsing yellow light zipping around down by the pond in the SAME AREA that I JUST WAS a minute or so before. I watched, it would blink erratically a few times, allowing me to catch its path of travel, then disappear, only to reappear a second or two later in a completely different location in that area with another few quick blinks/pulses of this yellow light. One second it'd be ground level, another, it was floating up to the top of one of the trees nearby the pond. No sound. At this point I know that something strange had arrived, and also that it was VERY aware that I was there and looking in it's direction. I got my hello. My heart immediately starts racing out of control. I'd not had this CLOSE an experience before, and was hardly ready for it. My mind hopelessly attempts to attribute it to a firefly, as that's what it could MOST closely relate this sighting to. But it traveled around MUCH too quickly, blinking patterns were odd, and as I tried to quickly reevaluate my surroundings, there were exactly 0 other fireflies around ANYWHERE. We don't get them until late June/Early July anyways.
At this point I'm beginning to feel overwhelmed because I keep loosing it's position between the blinks/pulses and wondered if it intended on coming nearer to me, so, out of fear, I began walking briskly back towards the house, attempting to respectfully make clear that I'd suddenly gotten very overwhelmed due to the close proximity of this encounter, which I hadn't experienced before, and needed to stop. Once I was back on my back porch, near the door of the house, I took another long look back in that direction. Though I was genuinely freaked, I still wanted to see if I could catch it's flashes once more. I did, and it was coming quickly nearer, about at the spot in the yard where I'd just been. In an instant, I felt my entire nervous system electrically light up, all the blood drain from my body, my face go pale. I couldn't help but to nervously scurry back inside, my self-preservation taking the wheel. I wish I could've shown more courage, but the behavior of these things have a way of making you feel very small and helpless, especially in one-on-one encounters.
Again, not trying to prove anything, just trying to detail an experience that I had. Still in that, 'not quite sure how to proceed' state. I feel bad, I meant no disrespect and attempted to make that clear. Don't ask unless you are prepared to receive, I suppose.
2023.05.28 07:37 TheShadowspawn Chapter Thirty-Six - Alcohol
Captain knocks on the door to Human Dave's quarters, and an assenting yell to enter is heard.
Human Dave is seated on the floor, holding a glass bottle that contains a clear liquid, looking very relaxed.
Alien Captain: "Human Dave, are you alright?"
HD: "Captain! Never better!"
Human Dave starts giggling uncontrollably while looking at Captain.
AC: "Human Dave, are you quite certain? You are acting atypical of your normal behaviour, especially as I have noticed you are sitting atop your datapad."
HD: "I am?"
Human Dave looks down and also notices that he is sitting on a datapad; the screen having cracked from his weight.
HD: "Ah, crap. I'll have to fix that later."
AC: "Human Dave, what is that bottle?"
HD: "Oh, this? It's a little present from my dad. He finally managed to make some quality booze and had it shipped to me by courier."
AC: "Booze?"
HD: "Right. Uhh... what's the word again? Oh! Right! Alcohol!"
AC: "Alcohol? Is that not an extremely dangerous substance used to keep surfaces and skin sterile in preparation for surgery? Why are you ingesting it?"
Human Dave takes another swig from the bottle.
HD, slurring: "Coz' this one tastes good. Alcohol is something that humans consume regularly for rec... rec... it's used to loosen us up and help us relax, Captain."
AC: "Human Dave, you appear to be intoxicated."
HD: "I am, Captain! I'm intoxi... in... I'm drunk, Captain!"
AC, unnerved: "...maybe I should go and get Doctor. Perhaps she has something that can remedy this situation."
HD, loudly: "Nooo. I'm fine, Captain. It'll wear off after I sleep."
AC: "..."
HD, trailing off: "Might regret gettin' so drunk when I wakes up, but I'll be fine."
Human Dave slowly leans to the side and slumps onto the ground.
The contents of the bottle spill slightly, but the bottle appeared to be mostly empty when Human Dave fell.
A snort sounds out loudly, startling Captain for a moment, which is followed by loud snoring.
AC: "..."
AC: "Maybe I will get Doctor, just in case."
...
AC: "What is your professional opinion, Doctor?"
Doctor and Captain stand in Human Dave's quarters.
Doctor is keeping a close eye on Human Dave while using a medical grade scanner to ascertain his current condition.
Alien Doctor: "Human Dave will be fine, Captain. Humans are capable of metabolising ethanol in this form, but excess is not recommended."
Human Dave snorts loudly again but continues to sleep.
AC: "How will we know how much is considered an excessive amount?"
AD: "That depends on the individual human, Captain. I am willing to bet that Human Dave knows his limits and will not imbibe in excess of his body's limits."
AC: "Is ethanol not extremely harmful to sentient beings?"
AD: "It is, however, humans have made many forms that are capable of being ingested by many species in the galaxy. I daresay that this one that Human Dave has consumed is too strong for our biology, but he may have access to weaker forms that are compatible with our bodies."
AC: "You sound as though you want to ingest such a deadly substance."
AD: "... I will admit that my scientific curiosity is considering the idea, as I am somewhat curious as to how our physiology will react to intoxication in this form."
AC: "... how intoxication is somehow a curiosity to you, Doctor, I will never understand."
AD: "However, that is a discussion to take place after Human Dave has awakened from his alcohol-induced slumber."
...
HD: "... oh, God, my head!"
AD: "Human Dave, how are you feeling?"
Human Dave runs a hand over his face, and it settles over his eyes.
HD, covering his eyes: "... like I just went seven rounds with a Keltiss War-kin."
AD: "Ah. Interesting. Human Dave, drink this."
Doctor hands Human Dave a water pouch, and he takes it gratefully.
HD, between sips of water: "Thank you very much, Doctor. Have you been studying up on human biology and physiology again?"
AD: "I have had a somewhat interesting refresher, especially in regards to intoxication in your species, Human Dave."
HD: "Ah. Did I do anything too embarrassing?"
AD: "Aside from making Captain panic slightly, no. Which is a pity. I have heard that humans make wonderful fools of themselves when intoxicated."
HD: "Well, at least I didn't try to take the engine apart."
AD: "..."
HD: "I didn't try to take the engine apart, did I?"
AD: "Sadly, no. It would have been an amusing sight."
Human Dave continues to sip at his water pouch, still covering his eyes.
HD: "Did you need something else from me, Doctor? You seem curious about something."
AD: "I was curious about something, Human Dave."
HD: "What is it?"
AD: "Do you have a recommendation for alcohol that is compatible with the Cradelian physiology?"
HD: "... what?"
AD: "I find myself curious as to the sensation of intoxication, and would like to experience it myself, for scientific purposes."
HD, quietly, to himself: "'For scientific purposes', she says."
AD: "Yes. Cradelians do not imbibe ethanol in this form, nor do we normally experience intoxication in social settings. The only time a Cradelian would experience intoxication is when undergoing surgery from anaesthesia, as it has something of a narcotic effect on our physiology."
HD: "I'll tell you what: let me get over this hangover, and I'll see what I can do."
AD: "Excellent. I look forward to the experience."
...
AC: "Remind me again how it came to this, Human Dave."
Human Dave and Captain are carrying a thoroughly intoxicated Doctor back to the ship; one on either side of her, with her arms draped over their shoulders; her feet barely dragging along the ground.
HD: "Doctor wanted to try being drunk. So I took her to a human bar and tried out a few drinks.
AC: "..."
HD: "We found one that was weak enough not to cause any significant damage to her physiology, and she had a blast."
AC: "What is a 'blast', Human Dave?"
HD: "I meant that she enjoyed herself, Captain. She only managed two before she passed out, though. A Mojito and a vodka soda, if I remember correctly. I'm pretty sure she liked the Mojito more because of its fruity flavour."
AC: "Doctor is partial to fruits, so that is understandable."
HD: "How come you didn't try anything, Captain?"
AC: "And run the risk of poisoning myself as a result? No, thank you, Human Dave."
HD: "Then I'll just have to introduce you to some zero-alcohol drinks, Captain. They are basically the same as alcoholic drinks, only no alcohol content in them."
AC: "... that seems an acceptable alternative, Human Dave. And Doctor did seem to enjoy herself before she passed out."
HD: "A bit of sleep, and maybe a once-over with the medical scanner, and she'll be fine."
AC: "... that you even have to mention the medical scanner, even in passing, does not fill me with a sense of confidence, Human Dave."
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Human Dave is seated on the floor, holding a glass bottle that contains a clear liquid, looking very relaxed.
Alien Captain: "Human Dave, are you alright?"
HD: "Captain! Never better!"
Human Dave starts giggling uncontrollably while looking at Captain.
AC: "Human Dave, are you quite certain? You are acting atypical of your normal behaviour, especially as I have noticed you are sitting atop your datapad."
HD: "I am?"
Human Dave looks down and also notices that he is sitting on a datapad; the screen having cracked from his weight.
HD: "Ah, crap. I'll have to fix that later."
AC: "Human Dave, what is that bottle?"
HD: "Oh, this? It's a little present from my dad. He finally managed to make some quality booze and had it shipped to me by courier."
AC: "Booze?"
HD: "Right. Uhh... what's the word again? Oh! Right! Alcohol!"
AC: "Alcohol? Is that not an extremely dangerous substance used to keep surfaces and skin sterile in preparation for surgery? Why are you ingesting it?"
Human Dave takes another swig from the bottle.
HD, slurring: "Coz' this one tastes good. Alcohol is something that humans consume regularly for rec... rec... it's used to loosen us up and help us relax, Captain."
AC: "Human Dave, you appear to be intoxicated."
HD: "I am, Captain! I'm intoxi... in... I'm drunk, Captain!"
AC, unnerved: "...maybe I should go and get Doctor. Perhaps she has something that can remedy this situation."
HD, loudly: "Nooo. I'm fine, Captain. It'll wear off after I sleep."
AC: "..."
HD, trailing off: "Might regret gettin' so drunk when I wakes up, but I'll be fine."
Human Dave slowly leans to the side and slumps onto the ground.
The contents of the bottle spill slightly, but the bottle appeared to be mostly empty when Human Dave fell.
A snort sounds out loudly, startling Captain for a moment, which is followed by loud snoring.
AC: "..."
AC: "Maybe I will get Doctor, just in case."
...
AC: "What is your professional opinion, Doctor?"
Doctor and Captain stand in Human Dave's quarters.
Doctor is keeping a close eye on Human Dave while using a medical grade scanner to ascertain his current condition.
Alien Doctor: "Human Dave will be fine, Captain. Humans are capable of metabolising ethanol in this form, but excess is not recommended."
Human Dave snorts loudly again but continues to sleep.
AC: "How will we know how much is considered an excessive amount?"
AD: "That depends on the individual human, Captain. I am willing to bet that Human Dave knows his limits and will not imbibe in excess of his body's limits."
AC: "Is ethanol not extremely harmful to sentient beings?"
AD: "It is, however, humans have made many forms that are capable of being ingested by many species in the galaxy. I daresay that this one that Human Dave has consumed is too strong for our biology, but he may have access to weaker forms that are compatible with our bodies."
AC: "You sound as though you want to ingest such a deadly substance."
AD: "... I will admit that my scientific curiosity is considering the idea, as I am somewhat curious as to how our physiology will react to intoxication in this form."
AC: "... how intoxication is somehow a curiosity to you, Doctor, I will never understand."
AD: "However, that is a discussion to take place after Human Dave has awakened from his alcohol-induced slumber."
...
HD: "... oh, God, my head!"
AD: "Human Dave, how are you feeling?"
Human Dave runs a hand over his face, and it settles over his eyes.
HD, covering his eyes: "... like I just went seven rounds with a Keltiss War-kin."
AD: "Ah. Interesting. Human Dave, drink this."
Doctor hands Human Dave a water pouch, and he takes it gratefully.
HD, between sips of water: "Thank you very much, Doctor. Have you been studying up on human biology and physiology again?"
AD: "I have had a somewhat interesting refresher, especially in regards to intoxication in your species, Human Dave."
HD: "Ah. Did I do anything too embarrassing?"
AD: "Aside from making Captain panic slightly, no. Which is a pity. I have heard that humans make wonderful fools of themselves when intoxicated."
HD: "Well, at least I didn't try to take the engine apart."
AD: "..."
HD: "I didn't try to take the engine apart, did I?"
AD: "Sadly, no. It would have been an amusing sight."
Human Dave continues to sip at his water pouch, still covering his eyes.
HD: "Did you need something else from me, Doctor? You seem curious about something."
AD: "I was curious about something, Human Dave."
HD: "What is it?"
AD: "Do you have a recommendation for alcohol that is compatible with the Cradelian physiology?"
HD: "... what?"
AD: "I find myself curious as to the sensation of intoxication, and would like to experience it myself, for scientific purposes."
HD, quietly, to himself: "'For scientific purposes', she says."
AD: "Yes. Cradelians do not imbibe ethanol in this form, nor do we normally experience intoxication in social settings. The only time a Cradelian would experience intoxication is when undergoing surgery from anaesthesia, as it has something of a narcotic effect on our physiology."
HD: "I'll tell you what: let me get over this hangover, and I'll see what I can do."
AD: "Excellent. I look forward to the experience."
...
AC: "Remind me again how it came to this, Human Dave."
Human Dave and Captain are carrying a thoroughly intoxicated Doctor back to the ship; one on either side of her, with her arms draped over their shoulders; her feet barely dragging along the ground.
HD: "Doctor wanted to try being drunk. So I took her to a human bar and tried out a few drinks.
AC: "..."
HD: "We found one that was weak enough not to cause any significant damage to her physiology, and she had a blast."
AC: "What is a 'blast', Human Dave?"
HD: "I meant that she enjoyed herself, Captain. She only managed two before she passed out, though. A Mojito and a vodka soda, if I remember correctly. I'm pretty sure she liked the Mojito more because of its fruity flavour."
AC: "Doctor is partial to fruits, so that is understandable."
HD: "How come you didn't try anything, Captain?"
AC: "And run the risk of poisoning myself as a result? No, thank you, Human Dave."
HD: "Then I'll just have to introduce you to some zero-alcohol drinks, Captain. They are basically the same as alcoholic drinks, only no alcohol content in them."
AC: "... that seems an acceptable alternative, Human Dave. And Doctor did seem to enjoy herself before she passed out."
HD: "A bit of sleep, and maybe a once-over with the medical scanner, and she'll be fine."
AC: "... that you even have to mention the medical scanner, even in passing, does not fill me with a sense of confidence, Human Dave."
2023.05.28 07:34 Sebalou622 Insane 15$ Garage Sale Haul
 | My dad found this all at a garage sale for 15$! It wasn’t even out for sale. He asked if they had any video game stuff as he was leaving, and the seller grabbed bags of stuff from downstairs. He wanted 60, but my dad somehow haggled for 15. Best score of my life. submitted by Sebalou622 to gamecollecting [link] [comments] Included: Console stuff: Wii (cables in box) with sensor bar Xbox 360 S (cables in box) with Kinect Controllers: 2 guitar hero guitars 2 Xbox 360 3 Wii Games: 14 Wii complete in case Wii sports (cardboard thing) Just dance 2 Wii (only disc) 8 360 complete in case 2 360 and 1 Wii missing discs (standing up in the back) Accessories: 2 Wii controller skins 3 Wii wheels (2 official, one knockoff) 1 nunchuck 5 random other Wii accessories 32 gb usb drive (for Wii I think) Carrying case (I’m back) Other: Pitch perfect dvd Tv 2 input switcher (in box) Feet for Wii balance board (in box) Tv remote (in box) Massage chair remote? (in box) Lg tv instructions (in box) 10 batteries from the controllers (not tested, not pictured) TL;DR Holy shit, that’s a lot of video game stuff |
2023.05.28 07:33 Mundane-Smell-6570 Workout intel May 29- June 4
Monday May 29: Quarterbacks 1. 5 X SQUAT PULSE + 2 X REVERSE LUNGE 2. SKI ERG STANDING 3. PLAYOFFS LATERAL HOPS_STAR 4. ROWING MACHINE 5. BALANCE TRAINER REVERSE BURPEES 6. BIKE ERG SEATED 7. 5 X DOUBLE FOOT MOUNTAIN CLIMBERS 2 X PUSH UPS 8. DUMBBELL ALTERNATING SNATCH SINGLE FROM FLOOR 9. SANDBAG CLEAN AND BURPEE + LATERAL SHUFFLE 10. KETTLEBELL DEADLIFT SINGLE ROW 11. DEADBALL LYING CHEST PRESS 12. YBELL DOUBLE CLEAN FORWARD LUNGE 13. KETTLEBELL SWING 14. REVO 10 X SHUFFLE 2 X SQUAT PRESS Tuesday May 30: Maximus 1. BARBELL FRONT SQUAT 2. DUMBBELL FLAT BENCH ALTERNATE CHEST PRESS 3. DUMBBELL BICEP CURL ALTERNATING 4. CHIN UP OVERHAND GRIP 5. SOFT BOX KETTLEBELL RACK STEP UP 6. REVO LYING TRICEP EXTENSION 7. BARBELL ROMANIAN DEADLIFT 8. YBELL DOUBLE PUSH UP + ROW TOP GRIP 9. STEP TRAINER CALF RAISES Wednesday May 31: Pipeline 1. BATTLE ROPES POWER SLAMS 2. 1 X INCHWORM + 2 LATERAL SHOOT THROUGH 3. BOX JUMP + BURPEE_STAR 4. MEDICINE BALL PLYO LUNGE AND POWER JUMP 5. 10 X RUSSIAN TWISTS + 10 X MOUNTAIN CLIMBERS 6. BIKE ERG STANDING 7. YBELL SKIER SWING + SHOULDER PRESS 8. 5 X DEADBALL SQUAT CLEAN + X 2 SQUAT JUMPS 9. STEP TRAINER SINGLE LEG BOUND Thursday June 1: Deuces Upper 1. SWISS BALL PUSH UP PAUSE 2. SWISS BALL PUSH UP 3. DUMBBELL TRICEP KICK BACKS PAUSE 4. DUMBBELL TRICEP KICK BACKS 5. BARBELL BICEP CURL PAUSE 6. BARBELL BICEP CURL 7. DUMBBELL FLAT BENCH PRESS WITH 2 SEC PAUSE 8. DUMBBELL FLAT BENCH PRESS 9. KETTLEBELL BOX BENT OVER ROW PAUSE 10. KETTLEBELL BOX BENT OVER ROW 11. REVO STRAIGHT LEG SIT UPS 12. REVO STRAIGHT LEG SIT UPS 13. CHIN UP UNDERHAND GRIP PAUSE 14. CHIN UP UNDERHAND GRIP Lower 1. YBELL DOUBLE STEP TRAINER BULGARIAN PAUSE 2. YBELL DOUBLE STEP TRAINER BULGARIAN 3. DEADBALL ACTIVATION BAND BALANCE TRAINER HIP THRUSTER PAUSE 4. DEADBALL ACTIVATION BAND BALANCE TRAINER HIP THRUSTER 5. KETTLEBELL PAUSE SINGLE RACK SQUATS 6. KETTLEBELL SINGLE RACK SQUATS 7. BARBELL SUMO ROMANIAN DEADLIFT PAUSE 8. BARBELL SUMO DEADLIFT 9. SANDBAG LYING HOLD + LEG RAISE 10. SANDBAG LYING HOLD + LEG RAISE 11. DUMBBELL LATERAL LUNGE PAUSE 12. DUMBBELL LATERAL LUNGE 13. REVO ROMANIAN DEADLIFT ALTERNATE SINGLE LEG PAUSE 14. REVO ROMANIAN DEADLIFT ALTERNATE SINGLE LEG
Friday June 2: Tempest 1. SPEED SQUATS 2. YBELL HANG CLEAN + PUSH PRESS 3. A STEPS 4. BIKE ERG TEMPEST TARGET 5. CHIN UP OVERHAND GRIP HOLD 6. KETTLEBELL SQUAT + UPRIGHT ROW 7. BALANCE TRAINER ALTERNATE LIMB CRUNCH 8. ROWER TEMPEST TARGET 9. SUPERMAN CLAP PUSH UP 10. DEADBALL OVER SHOULDER THROW 11. STAR JUMPS 12. SKI ERG TEMPEST TARGET 13. DUMBBELL GOBLET DUCK AND WEAVE 14. REVO BICEP CURL 15. FROG SQUATS 16. BURPEE + JUMP ON PLATE TEMPEST TARGET Saturday June 3: Special Ops 1. YBELL SQUAT PULSE + PRESS UNDER GRIP 2. ROWING MACHINE 3. KETTLEBELL ROMANIAN DEADLIFT 4. REVO SIT UPS RAISE 5. DEADBALL GROUND TO SHOULDER & REVERSE LUNGE 6. 10 X MOUNTAIN CLIMBERS + 2 X SHOOT THROUGHS 7. SPECIAL OPS BURPEE + 180 JUMP 5 REPS 8. SPECIAL OPS JUMP SQUATS 10 REPS 9. SPECIAL OPS BICYCLE AB CRUNCH 20 REPS 10. 10 X HIGH KNEES + 2 X PUSH UPS 11. DUMBBELL HAMMER CURL PAUSE 12. SOFT BOX JUMP 13. BEAR CRAWLS BACK AND FORWARD SHORT 14. SKI ERG STANDING 15. YBELL CIRCLE + 45 DEGREE LUNGE 16. SPECIAL OPS BURPEE + 180 JUMP 10 REPS 17. SPECIAL OPS JUMP SQUATS 20 REPS 18. SPECIAL OPS BICYCLE AB CRUNCH 40 REPS Sunday June 4: Wyvern
1. KETTLEBELL RACK SQUAT TOP HOLD 2. KETTLEBELL RACK SQUAT 3. PUSH UP HOLD 4. PUSH UP TRICEP 5. BARBELL ROMANIAN DEADLIFT HOLD 6. BARBELL ROMANIAN DEADLIFT 7. DUMBBELL BENCH INCLINE CHEST PRESS PULSE 8. DUMBBELL BENCH INCLINE CHEST PRESS 9. YBELL CURTSEY SQUAT PULSES 10. YBELL CURTSEY SQUAT 11. BALANCE TRAINER BACKLAY 12. BALANCE TRAINER BACKLAY LEGLIFTS 13. DUMBBELL BICEP CURL PULSE 14. DUMBBELL BICEP CURL 15. SANDBAG LATERAL LUNGE PAUSE PULSE 16. SANDBAG LATERAL LUNGE 17. BIKE ERG STANDING 18. BIKE ERG SEATED
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Friday June 2: Tempest 1. SPEED SQUATS 2. YBELL HANG CLEAN + PUSH PRESS 3. A STEPS 4. BIKE ERG TEMPEST TARGET 5. CHIN UP OVERHAND GRIP HOLD 6. KETTLEBELL SQUAT + UPRIGHT ROW 7. BALANCE TRAINER ALTERNATE LIMB CRUNCH 8. ROWER TEMPEST TARGET 9. SUPERMAN CLAP PUSH UP 10. DEADBALL OVER SHOULDER THROW 11. STAR JUMPS 12. SKI ERG TEMPEST TARGET 13. DUMBBELL GOBLET DUCK AND WEAVE 14. REVO BICEP CURL 15. FROG SQUATS 16. BURPEE + JUMP ON PLATE TEMPEST TARGET Saturday June 3: Special Ops 1. YBELL SQUAT PULSE + PRESS UNDER GRIP 2. ROWING MACHINE 3. KETTLEBELL ROMANIAN DEADLIFT 4. REVO SIT UPS RAISE 5. DEADBALL GROUND TO SHOULDER & REVERSE LUNGE 6. 10 X MOUNTAIN CLIMBERS + 2 X SHOOT THROUGHS 7. SPECIAL OPS BURPEE + 180 JUMP 5 REPS 8. SPECIAL OPS JUMP SQUATS 10 REPS 9. SPECIAL OPS BICYCLE AB CRUNCH 20 REPS 10. 10 X HIGH KNEES + 2 X PUSH UPS 11. DUMBBELL HAMMER CURL PAUSE 12. SOFT BOX JUMP 13. BEAR CRAWLS BACK AND FORWARD SHORT 14. SKI ERG STANDING 15. YBELL CIRCLE + 45 DEGREE LUNGE 16. SPECIAL OPS BURPEE + 180 JUMP 10 REPS 17. SPECIAL OPS JUMP SQUATS 20 REPS 18. SPECIAL OPS BICYCLE AB CRUNCH 40 REPS Sunday June 4: Wyvern
1. KETTLEBELL RACK SQUAT TOP HOLD 2. KETTLEBELL RACK SQUAT 3. PUSH UP HOLD 4. PUSH UP TRICEP 5. BARBELL ROMANIAN DEADLIFT HOLD 6. BARBELL ROMANIAN DEADLIFT 7. DUMBBELL BENCH INCLINE CHEST PRESS PULSE 8. DUMBBELL BENCH INCLINE CHEST PRESS 9. YBELL CURTSEY SQUAT PULSES 10. YBELL CURTSEY SQUAT 11. BALANCE TRAINER BACKLAY 12. BALANCE TRAINER BACKLAY LEGLIFTS 13. DUMBBELL BICEP CURL PULSE 14. DUMBBELL BICEP CURL 15. SANDBAG LATERAL LUNGE PAUSE PULSE 16. SANDBAG LATERAL LUNGE 17. BIKE ERG STANDING 18. BIKE ERG SEATED
2023.05.28 07:23 melvinlane Struggling mentally
I’ve been wanting to write this for months and didn’t really know what to say. It’ll be long so I understand if you don’t wanna read it, but it feels good saying it.
This past November, I got sick. At the time, I was terribly afraid of the doctor. Hadn’t been in years. So I did a telehealth visit, and was told I had bronchitis. The doctor prescribed me what was basically Mucinex and an Albuterol inhaler for the wheezing. This went on for about a week. After that I started getting very sick. Low grade fever, coughing like crazy, and the wheezing was getting worse. I got worried once the Albuterol stopped working, but shrugged it off. I never get sick so this was no different, right? Way wrong. At about 2:30 on a Sunday morning, I was really struggling to breathe. I woke my fiancée up and off we went to the ER. I couldn’t breathe if I was sitting straight up, so I was leaned over the back seat just to get half a breath.
Once we got to the ER, it was all I could do to walk in but I did it while she parked the car. This is when it gets a little blurry because my oxygen was sitting at about 88%, but I was none the wiser. When I got to triage they had me sit in a wheelchair, but I couldn’t because sitting was restricting my breathing so bad. At some point they got a blood pressure reading of about 260/120 something (I was freaking out bad at this point). I walked to the waiting room and was standing/leaning over some chairs to catch my breath. Then a nurse came to wheel me back to a room. The last thing I remember is my feet hitting the doors to the actual ER, and I blacked out.
This is where shit gets wild, because the next thing I remember is being semi conscious (I think) and someone asking me a bunch of yes or no questions. Like asking if I knew where I was, what happened, etc.. Next thing I know is there’s a super bright light and some man is telling me to cough cough cough. That’s when I felt the breathing tube come out of my throat. I was very confused, but very high from all the drugs. I had been on a ventilator for about 5 days and had zero clue.
I later learned that in the ER, they had given me all kinds of breathing treatments and nothing was working, so they decided to intubate me. I don’t remember any of that happening and that’s probably for the best. All of that turned in to an 8 day stay at the hospital.
There’s a lot more to this story but I’ll wrap it up. What I ended up with is double pneumonia which turned in to sepsis. Oxygen got down to 80% and my PCO2 was sitting at a cool 90. Arterial blood pH was about 7, almost 6.9. Not good. They even had a chaplain come talk to my family because they were about to let me go; nothing was working. Luckily the doctors never gave up, and for that, I’ll be grateful forever.
That’s the story about how I almost left this earth and got stuck with adult onset asthma. Luckily it’s now controlled and I have a good relationship with my doctor. Bottom line is, listen to your body. It may just save your life. So keep taking your meds guys, no matter how annoying it may seem ❤️
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This past November, I got sick. At the time, I was terribly afraid of the doctor. Hadn’t been in years. So I did a telehealth visit, and was told I had bronchitis. The doctor prescribed me what was basically Mucinex and an Albuterol inhaler for the wheezing. This went on for about a week. After that I started getting very sick. Low grade fever, coughing like crazy, and the wheezing was getting worse. I got worried once the Albuterol stopped working, but shrugged it off. I never get sick so this was no different, right? Way wrong. At about 2:30 on a Sunday morning, I was really struggling to breathe. I woke my fiancée up and off we went to the ER. I couldn’t breathe if I was sitting straight up, so I was leaned over the back seat just to get half a breath.
Once we got to the ER, it was all I could do to walk in but I did it while she parked the car. This is when it gets a little blurry because my oxygen was sitting at about 88%, but I was none the wiser. When I got to triage they had me sit in a wheelchair, but I couldn’t because sitting was restricting my breathing so bad. At some point they got a blood pressure reading of about 260/120 something (I was freaking out bad at this point). I walked to the waiting room and was standing/leaning over some chairs to catch my breath. Then a nurse came to wheel me back to a room. The last thing I remember is my feet hitting the doors to the actual ER, and I blacked out.
This is where shit gets wild, because the next thing I remember is being semi conscious (I think) and someone asking me a bunch of yes or no questions. Like asking if I knew where I was, what happened, etc.. Next thing I know is there’s a super bright light and some man is telling me to cough cough cough. That’s when I felt the breathing tube come out of my throat. I was very confused, but very high from all the drugs. I had been on a ventilator for about 5 days and had zero clue.
I later learned that in the ER, they had given me all kinds of breathing treatments and nothing was working, so they decided to intubate me. I don’t remember any of that happening and that’s probably for the best. All of that turned in to an 8 day stay at the hospital.
There’s a lot more to this story but I’ll wrap it up. What I ended up with is double pneumonia which turned in to sepsis. Oxygen got down to 80% and my PCO2 was sitting at a cool 90. Arterial blood pH was about 7, almost 6.9. Not good. They even had a chaplain come talk to my family because they were about to let me go; nothing was working. Luckily the doctors never gave up, and for that, I’ll be grateful forever.
That’s the story about how I almost left this earth and got stuck with adult onset asthma. Luckily it’s now controlled and I have a good relationship with my doctor. Bottom line is, listen to your body. It may just save your life. So keep taking your meds guys, no matter how annoying it may seem ❤️
2023.05.28 07:20 travel-notes-oliver Tower Bridge Bike Tour
 | Contrasting with most other large bridges, this one features a long and stunning wall right up against the water's edge. Check out Hopper's Hands as a tribute to bridge iron workers; and Fort Point which serves as an abandoned military base directly underneath its south end. submitted by travel-notes-oliver to u/travel-notes-oliver [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/kjmpp84mbi2b1.jpg?width=750&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2bf90384d902fdd1200909f6a4a4aea2bfa34ad4 Explore "Old Sacramento" while witnessing men and women race over Tower Bridge, before heading back toward West Sacramento via River Road, Gregory Avenue and Village Parkway. HighlightsAt Glasgow's postcard-perfect bridges on this comprehensive sightseeing tour by bicycle. Your journey begins by pedaling along a flat path towards the ferry landing where there are bike racks (free during winter, $3 for valet bike parking the rest of year). https://preview.redd.it/7v245bjmbi2b1.jpg?width=750&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b1356b947f02db9fccafc9c3e0c526cf3711dc02 On this two-hour guided bike tour of central London's landmarks, learn the history behind iconic structures like Tower Bridge, Nelson's Column and St Paul's Cathedral. No matter if you choose an electric bike or regular bicycle, the ride is smooth. Your guide is eager to share fun facts about each site you see; in several instances they have even stopped to help people with flat tires or assisted a woman who crashed and broke her arm; it is this attention to detail that sets this tour apart. https://preview.redd.it/84avin0nbi2b1.jpg?width=750&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ce47b73b2c5a0d7b11d3523cad70838ff73fe95f DistancesThe Tower Bridge is an eye-catching red wall set against the skyline of London that appears as though it were an arch, though in reality it looks more like a bridge from end to end. Furthermore, there's even an eye-catching sight: an adorable small hoodoo sitting atop it for extra charm.Biking enthusiasts will find riding across the bridge and down into Sausalito enthralling; here you'll find many charming shops. However, young children and those less adept on bikes might prefer other forms of transportation instead. https://preview.redd.it/nonktkhnbi2b1.jpg?width=750&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2cc6787bd05c3eb7b0879a8bd6b0ada7f4963fd4 If you are crossing the Golden Gate Bridge on a guided tour, your guide will introduce a safer bike route with stunning views of the bridge that avoids steep hills in Fort Baker and leads straight onto an ideal bike path - much preferable than Alexander Avenue route which was dangerous and traffic-intense. RoutesAs a way of exploring your city on two wheels, there are various bike routes you can take to navigate around it. Google Maps offers bicycle navigation instructions while Strava provides another tool to plan out bike routes. https://preview.redd.it/5nnc0lynbi2b1.jpg?width=750&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2e41683ee12e19077a5d4943cd657b64048cdde5 One of the most scenic bike routes is crossing Tower Bridge on your way to Yerba Buena Island. This offers amazing vistas of both the bay and bridge. Another alternative would be cycling along Oakland's new Judge John Sutter Regional Shoreline park which provides safe multimodal access to its shoreline as well as stunning views of San Francisco-Oakland Bay Bridge's eastern span. After starting at Gabriel's Wharf, follow the Thames eastbound until reaching Southwark district - once home to bear-baiting pits, whore houses, playhouses, murky taverns and more. At Southwark you will also encounter bear-baiting pits, whore houses and playhouses - before continuing onto Tower of London where its unique architecture and history await you before cycling towards Butler's Wharf and Shadwell Basin. https://preview.redd.it/ysuzo5oobi2b1.jpg?width=750&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2a637aac76aa60957f90d8f4ee18e97d9d46fab6 SafetyParticipants on a Tower Bridge Bike Tour must be capable of riding their own bicycle; tag-along bikes, child seats or strollers are not permitted for safety reasons.For a shorter ride, start from Alexander Avenue's south vista point and ride directly downhill towards Sausalito - this route will cut out hill climbing by less than two miles! However, riding with traffic on narrow roads does mean sacrificing spectacular views of Golden Gate Bridge (passing underneath and then riding alongside it) and Fort Baker. https://preview.redd.it/19enh13pbi2b1.jpg?width=750&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9d0681abcc3bbc80486774bb739156e89ebf14c2 Aquatic Park Municipal Pier, an historic narrow comma-shaped pier, provides some extra distance and beautiful views back towards San Francisco, Alcatraz and bay bridges. Additionally, this pier marks the start of a scenic pathway into Sausalito that leads to Warming Hut with refreshments, snacks and bathrooms available there. |
2023.05.28 07:15 PurpleSolitudes Best Microphone For Streaming in USA Available On Amazon
| | A microphone is a crucial component for streaming, as it allows you to capture high-quality audio for your audience. When streaming, your voice and any other sounds you make are the primary means of communication with your viewers, and clear audio is essential for creating an engaging and enjoyable experience. submitted by PurpleSolitudes to gamingshopus [link] [comments] Best Microphone For Streaming can help you communicate more clearly and effectively, which can lead to higher engagement and better viewer retention. It can also help you stand out from the many other streamers who may be competing for viewers in the same space. There are several factors to consider when selecting a microphone for streaming, including sound quality, convenience, and budget. Some popular options include USB microphones, XLR microphones with audio interfaces, and headset or lapel microphones. Ultimately, the importance of a microphone for streaming cannot be overstated. A high-quality microphone can help you create a polished and professional stream, and it is an investment that is well worth considering if you want to take your streaming game to the next level. Best Microphone For StreamingRazer Seiren Mini USB Condenser Microphonehttps://preview.redd.it/y418wvlfia2b1.png?width=1500&format=png&auto=webp&s=1fa59bbdea813d855013c9b9b05832a3e07de4cd The Razer Seiren Mini USB Condenser Microphone is a compact and affordable microphone that delivers excellent sound quality, making it an ideal choice for content creators, streamers, or podcasters. In this review, we will take a closer look at the features, pros, and cons of this microphone. Read More View on Amazon HyperX QuadCast - USB Condenser Gaming Microphonehttps://preview.redd.it/kkmft8evia2b1.png?width=1500&format=png&auto=webp&s=9fc84ef537820567bfd686357f08fd18d3260cd3 HyperX QuadCast is a USB condenser gaming microphone that promises high-quality audio capture for gamers and streamers. With its sleek design and impressive specs, it has quickly become a popular choice among content creators. In this review, we'll take a closer look at the pros and cons of the HyperX QuadCast to help you decide if it's the right microphone for you. Read More View on Amazon Elgato Wave:3 - Premium Studio Quality USB Condenser Microphonehttps://preview.redd.it/axspsid3ja2b1.png?width=1500&format=png&auto=webp&s=4e56c503c94156b5dd33b2862c54d6661f1c4084 Elgato Wave:3 is a high-quality USB condenser microphone that promises to deliver studio-grade sound quality for all your recording and streaming needs. Designed with the modern content creator in mind, it features a sleek design, intuitive controls, and advanced audio processing capabilities that make it an indispensable tool for anyone looking to create professional-grade content. In this review, we'll take a deep dive into its features, Read More View on Amazon Logitech for Creators Blue Yeti Nano Premium USB Microphonehttps://preview.redd.it/x1xj8osaja2b1.png?width=1500&format=png&auto=webp&s=d9d2645c77030ec656286dc119454480c10d1bc9 The Logitech Blue Yeti Nano Premium USB Microphone is a compact and sleek microphone designed for creators. It provides excellent sound quality, ease of use, and versatility at an affordable price. Read More View on Amazon HyperX QuadCast S – RGB USB Condenser Microphonehttps://preview.redd.it/do5rthvgja2b1.png?width=1500&format=png&auto=webp&s=1b2211c133c150eb031e93e9b843aa3b4a8f773a HyperX QuadCast S is a top-of-the-line USB condenser microphone designed specifically for gamers and streamers who demand the best audio quality possible. With its sleek design, customizable RGB lighting, and powerful features, this microphone is Read More View on Amazon |
2023.05.28 06:57 naps1saps Vsett 8 vs 8+ on Hills?
I'm getting tired of my Glion Dolly 215 struggling on hills (Seattle) and I'm tired of no suspension and no physical brake. I had another close call when I didn't see the car behind the car I slowed down for. One of these days I'm going to plow into the side of a car or get run over. If I'm going to spend some money it needs to be able to ride on the road at times and not be a slow moving road hazard. I'd feel more comfortable on the 9 with a max speed of 30mph. Not sure about the 8+ max of 24mph ish. Weight appears to be the same between 8+ and 9+. I have to lug it up 2-3 sets of stairs every day.
My Glion fits perfectly on the train under the seat and I do use the vertical stand quite often when the train is packed for a sports game. I'll miss the vertical feature and can just go a mile down the road instead if needed, however the folded size is going to be a big change. The Vsett 8 is just an inch longer than the Glion so it should still fit under the seat more or less. The Vsett 9 is 10 inches longer and 19.5" high is crazy. No way that will fit under any seats.
I also hate to pay $950 for an 8+ when a 9+R is only $1250. Also for some reason the only model the new LCD is not available for is the 8+. Unreal.
Because everywhere I go has some kind of hill, I see in the review videos the 9+ is way better than the 8 on hills but I can't seem to find a comparison between the 8+ and 9+ on a hill.
Anyone have a hill comparison between the 8 and 8+?
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My Glion fits perfectly on the train under the seat and I do use the vertical stand quite often when the train is packed for a sports game. I'll miss the vertical feature and can just go a mile down the road instead if needed, however the folded size is going to be a big change. The Vsett 8 is just an inch longer than the Glion so it should still fit under the seat more or less. The Vsett 9 is 10 inches longer and 19.5" high is crazy. No way that will fit under any seats.
I also hate to pay $950 for an 8+ when a 9+R is only $1250. Also for some reason the only model the new LCD is not available for is the 8+. Unreal.
Because everywhere I go has some kind of hill, I see in the review videos the 9+ is way better than the 8 on hills but I can't seem to find a comparison between the 8+ and 9+ on a hill.
Anyone have a hill comparison between the 8 and 8+?
2023.05.28 06:51 Tablyn24 I’m tired of venues screwing my husband over.
My husband uses a wheelchair and whenever we get tickets to concert/shows he gets the ADA seat and the companion seat. It’s always noted on the ticket it’s for individuals in wheelchairs that using a traditional seat is not optional. Almost every time we get to a venue the ushers get annoyed/pissed when he can’t move to the seat. They then have to move it and his chair barely fits in the space and if the chair sticks out too much in the aisle they get pissy.
I’m writing this DURING a concert because I’m so angry because not only did all the above happen again, we are in the last row of floor seats and yep 95% are standing and he can’t see a thing. No there isn’t a video screen display. I know if you get floor seats there is a risk of your view getting blocked. But we selected these seats because they were the ONLY ADA option available and again these seats are suppose to help those handicapped or disabled.
He says he’s fine and is enjoying it. Still it’s not fair.
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I’m writing this DURING a concert because I’m so angry because not only did all the above happen again, we are in the last row of floor seats and yep 95% are standing and he can’t see a thing. No there isn’t a video screen display. I know if you get floor seats there is a risk of your view getting blocked. But we selected these seats because they were the ONLY ADA option available and again these seats are suppose to help those handicapped or disabled.
He says he’s fine and is enjoying it. Still it’s not fair.
2023.05.28 06:34 bimbo_wannabe_ [I Accidentally Joined The Mafia In South Brooklyn] Chapter 5: The Dead Are Especially Nosy Down Here
![[I Accidentally Joined The Mafia In South Brooklyn] Chapter 5: The Dead Are Especially Nosy Down Here](https://preview.redd.it/zkaxtarwkj2b1.jpg?width=640&crop=smart&auto=webp&s=8b33a651493fb05e79994bff658fc34e98166e4e "[I Accidentally Joined The Mafia In South Brooklyn] Chapter 5: The Dead Are Especially Nosy Down Here") | Previous Part: https://www.reddit.com/redditserials/comments/13sxdo9/i_accidentally_joined_the_mafia_in_south_brooklyn/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button submitted by bimbo_wannabe_ to redditserials [link] [comments] These last few parts have taken a lot longer for me to write than I thought. A lot of shit has gone down in the last two months, and a lot of it, frankly, is kind of a blur. But I figure, if you've stuck with me this long, then you deserve to know how it all ended up so I'm going to try my best to remember every detail of what happened. Me? I've spent every free hour I've had, just lying in bed. I've got a lot of healed wounds that still hurt me pretty damned badly. Blood loss from multiple gunshot wounds and then drowning in the East River, dying and then being brought back while still human, incidentally, takes a lot out of a guy. But… I'm getting way ahead of myself. Where were we, again? Oh yeah, that's right. The funeral without caskets, inside of a Ukrainian restaurant just off the boardwalk in Brighton Beach. That's where I left off at. ()()() Antoni's corpse and I had spoken together for a while longer, about Beccs and their baby, actually, sitting there in the floor in front of the three empty bathroom stalls. The next moment, as usual, he was… just gone. It took a while to slow the bleeding, and it took even longer to try and clean myself up with just hand soap and paper towels and the water from the sink. Nobody came into the bathroom again, and as I left, I saw why. There was a sign on the door that read 'Out of Order' with something printed below it in Cyrillic that I imagined probably said the same thing as the English. My new winter coat had been left on the floor in front of the door and the Emergency Exit at the end of the hall had its alarm disabled and had been left propped open with a brick. I took that as a clear message that they didn't want me rejoining the party, so I exited into the alley and sat on a milk crate chain-smoking until 2 PM when the funeral ended. The weather app on my phone said it was 10 degrees outside, but oddly enough the cold air felt soothing on my bruised face. My eyes were nearly swollen shut, and every now and again I had to pull some of the toilet paper out that I'd stuffed in my pocket to wipe another trickle of blood from my nose when I sniffed a little too hard and moved the clots loose. At 1:57, I started to hear people exiting the restaurant, so I moved onto the sidewalk to wait for Becca. The people leaving the funeral only glanced at me for a second and then looked away with a bored expression, like I wasn't even there. Finally, only Becca and Toni's immediate family were still inside. Tatiana gave Becca a hug, Igor, a gentle handshake, and Antoni Sr. bent down, cupped his hands around Becca's face and pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead. I could see that his right hand was bandaged and he was holding it straighter than his left. Good. I hoped the fucker had broken it when he'd punched me in the jaw. As Becca exited, I could tell she was angry even before she stomped over to me and shoved me three times in quick succession. Like Jimmy, Becca was a lot stronger than she looked, but now I knew why. I couldn't do much but ball up and take the hits. "Where the fuck did you go? You just took off and left me there by myself. 'He wouldn't have left without saying goodbye if he had a choice.' You knew, you cocksucker, you knew, you knew he was dead!" "Yeah, I knew! Antoni was in the news. But we gotta get the fuck out of here, Beccs, you're making a scene, another one, and I gotta get outta this neighborhood before something worse happens to me." The high color of anger in her cheeks dropped away immediately into a pallid white. She'd been so pissed she'd never once registered the state of my face. "Jesus Christ, Tony, what the fuck happened to you?" "Your little Polish sausage's Daddy Dearest just beat the fuck out of me in the men's bathroom, that's what the fuck happened." "Why would he do that?" Becca asked, but I didn't answer. She looked back to Skovorodka, following my gaze. Antoni Sr. was still standing there, just inside the front door, watching me with narrowed eyes, his hands folded neatly behind his back like a soldier at ease. It reminded me a lot of how Antoni used to stand while we were waiting for the train together. "Fuck," she muttered, then "Shit," and grabbed me by the arm. "Come on." "Why would he do that?" She asked me again as we climbed the stairs to the train platform. "Antoni was Mob, Becca, Bratva. His whole goddamned family is. Him and his brothers and his father and his fucking Russian uncle, and I'd say your Mama Tatiana probably isn't in the dark about what her brother and her hubby and his sons do to make a living, either. I don't know why the Zabrowskas were on the Avenue, but suffice to say it was probably for nefarious reasons, and Jimmy found out about it and took care of business. "Only I don't think he realized exactly who he was taking out at the time he did it, or else he never would have put the body in the River for somebody to find. And then the other three showed up to avenge their brother, only two of 'em never made it past Bianchi any farther than Antoni did." "The fuck are you trying to say?" Her tone says she already understands just fine and doesn't want to. "I'm saying your dear sweet Mamma killed your boyfriend, Becca. She removed all the identifying marks from his body, ate what she wanted, then pulled all his teeth out and chewed off his hands and his feet. They dumped the body in the East River and they found him about 5 days ago, floating off of Battery Park." "Oh God. That's why. I asked Tatiana where Antoni was going to be buried and she told me in the public cemetery on Hart Island. They're not claiming the body because they don't wanna go to the cops. For the last week I been cussing him for everything he was worth, and he's been laying in the fucking morgue." She pressed her hand to her mouth, and I saw her bloodshot eyes filling with tears again. "Please don't cry, Becca, cause I'm gonna start crying again and I've cried enough for today." She sniffed back her tears and swallowed hard. "But I don't understand, Tony, what the fuck does that have to do with you?" "They knew, Beccs, they knew how the Zabrowskas died, who killed them, and they knew I helped Moretti get rid of the bodies afterwards. That's why Antoni's father went after me. The uh… the fucking Pakhan thought Jimmy sent me there to rub it in their faces that they weren't going to be able to bury any of their boys." "How the fuck would they know that?" She barked at me. "Somebody's feeding them information and not some asshole on the street, somebody from inside the Camorra." "Who would do that?" I saw her eyes darting about wildly as she tried to think of the answer to her own question. "I don't know, uh, the driver that brought Moretti, he didn't look like he was too fond of Bianchi, maybe he's a fucking option." "Frankie? I mean, him and Ma have never gotten along. He's never liked her and the feeling's mutual but… that doesn't make any sense, Frankie's always been loyal to the Camorra. Rossi always said he practically muttered the Omerta in his fucking sleep, that he was a soldato down to the bones." "I have no idea, Becca, but it gets worse," I said quietly. If it didn't hurt so goddamned bad, I would've squeezed my eyes shut. "How the fuck could it possibly get worse, Tony?" "First you gotta promise you're not gonna hit me again." Her hand balled into a fist, and I couldn't help but flinch. "I'm gonna knock you the fuck out right now if you don't stop wasting my time, Cipriani." "I sold her out, Becca. Bianchi. I told them where she lives and how to find her tonight." "You what!?" "I had to! He was gonna cut my fucking fingers off, and I don't know if he was going to take all four or just three but I wasn't about to fucking find out. I kind of need those fingers seeing as I'm a fucking southpaw!" I held my left hand out to her, curled my fingers inward, but the third finger just… stayed straight. "Ah, fuck, I didn't even notice that." "Jesus Christ, the tendon's been cut," she whispered, and when she pressed her hand to her mouth again she looked less like she was swallowing back tears and more like she was trying to swallow back vomit. I couldn't really blame her. I felt pretty nauseous myself. "You know, I'm, I'm not worried about Ma," she said, finally. "It wouldn't be the first time somebody's tried to take her out. She's harder to kill than they think." "Would, uh, would cutting her head off work? Cause if so I think they're already pretty aware of how to get the job done. They… they know Bianchi's not human, Becca." Her face got paler, if that was even possible, and her eyes were the size of saucers. "This is a goddamn nuclear disaster. Jesus fuck." We stood the last few minutes waiting for the train in silence. As the doors slid shut and we sat down, Becca began laughing wildly. "So you're in hysterics for real, huh?" I asked. "You're gonna have to forgive me, I'm a little slow on the uptake today, but I just got it, Polish sausage… only, he wasn't little, you know, he was hung like a fucking horse, and it's a goddamn tragedy for women everywhere that the man isn't on this earth anymore. And he knew how to use it, too. Best sex I ever had in my life… only sex I ever had in my life, but that's not the fucking point." A short, barking sob tore out of her. I groaned. "You know, that is way, way more information than I ever wanted to know about you and Antoni's sex life. You couldn't, uh, you couldn't let that one pass by, huh?" "I never pass up the opportunity to make a good dick joke. And he had Good Dick." I laughed and regretted it as it tightened muscles in my stomach that were still a little angry about being used as Antoni Sr's personal punching bag. "Touché, Miss Rebecca, touché." "The two-faced bastard, I gotta give the motherfucker that much, you know, it's a uniquely personal way to say Fuck You to the Underboss, getting his teenaged daughter pregnant. I am so, so goddamned tired of being a pawn in other people's games. He's lucky he's already dead or I'd kill the bitch myself," she whispered. "It wasn't a game, Becca, what happened between you and Antoni," I whispered back. I knew because Antoni's corpse had told me as much. "Don't ask me how I know, cause I don't wanna talk about it, but it wasn't a game. You didn't know about him and he didn't know about you and it was a big, fucked up coincidence. You loved him, and he really, truly loved you... he worshiped the ground you walked on." Actually, he had said he worshiped the boots she walked in, but I figured it was a translation issue. "It was a regular old Romeo and Juliet: Brooklyn Edition." She squeezed her eyes shut, snorted and at the same time choked on another sob. "Yeah, but Romeo and Juliet ended in a double suicide, not a murder and a single mother." Her tiny hand went to her mouth again, and she wasn't able to hold back the tears this time. "I miss him, Tony, I miss him so fucking much." "You know, Beccs, I miss him, too." I miss him when he was alive, not looking like a walking nightmare, and talking my goddamned ear off half the time, but I wasn't about to tell her that. "He was the first friend I made down here." "It's fucking stupid. I still remember every single thing he said to me those first few times I met him." "Odd as it is, I do too, Beccs. He was that kind of guy, I guess, he didn't have to work hard to make an impression on people. It was, uh, three days after I moved in, I think. I was in the basement, getting ready to do my laundry that morning, fighting with the stuck knob on that machine down at the end? And he walks in with his clothes basket balanced on his hip and reaches past me and just… turned the fucking thing, like it wasn't even stuck to begin with. 'It has an attitude, but it likes me,' he says, and I say, 'I can see that.' "And he, he told me his name. 'Zabrowska,' he says, 'Antoni.' And I laughed and said, 'Nice to meet you, Toni, I'm Tony.' 'Really?' he says, and I say 'Yeah. Really. Antonio Alessio Gioele Cipriani, the third, if you please.'" "Goddamn, that name is painfully Italian. No wonder you tell everybody 'Just call me Tony,'" Becca snorted. "Thank you, Miss Rebecca, I can assure you I didn't pick it myself. But, 'Ah,' Toni says and kind of taps his hand in the center of his chest, 'Junior.' And I laughed again and said 'Our parents were goddamned creative when it came to the baby naming, right?' And he laughed, too, and shook my hand. "And uh, a few days after that he showed up outside of my apartment and asked me if I wanted to go watch a game with him and his brothers at the sports bar down the street. It was Poland vs Korea. I still don't know shit about soccer, I've always been more of an American football kind of guy, but I did learn quite a few Polish swear words that day. Apparently they'd all bet money on the home team winning that game." "I bet you did. Poland kept catching red cards that whole game. I bet on Korea, of course, and altogether I won 8 grand from four extremely pissed off Polish dudes when we stomped their ass all over the pitch. I had no idea how seriously the four of them took soccer. Antoni wouldn't even talk to me for three days. Probably didn't help I made an ass of myself laughing at all of them. Course, I woulda bet more if I'd known they were good for it. Dry cleaners, my ass," Becca spat. "Well, in Antoni's defense, he probably did work at a dry cleaners like he told us, just like you work at a bodega, and Jimmy and me work at a restaurant, and Pops works at a hardware store. We all got day jobs. You know, I hate to bust your balls, Becca, but did it… never occur to you to ask Antoni if the tattoos meant something?" "No," she said weakly. "I mean, I knew they were prison tats but Jesus Christ, half the people I know have been to prison. You've been to prison, half of my cousins have been to prison, hell, Pops has been to prison. You weren't here then, but all of 2016 to 2020 I was wearing a 'Free Rossi' t-shirt everyday, a lot of people in this neighborhood did. Ma got him off on the Murder 1 charges but numbers are numbers, and she couldn't get him out of the Tax Evasion. But I figured, if Antoni didn't wanna talk about it, then it was none of my business what had happened before we met each other." She'd minded her own business a little too hard this time. "What did you and Antoni talk about, Becca?" "Everything! And anything, and nothing, all at the same time. He'd complain about living with his brothers, about Misiu always leaving hair all over the bathroom, and how Ciech always left sugar all over the kitchen counter after he made his coffee. And I'd complain about having to pick up all the empty bottles of makgeolli after my Dad in the morning. I'd help him wash all the dishes his dirty ass brothers would leave piled in the sink, and fold everybody's clothes. "We got along well, me and Antoni, we were actually very compatible, we were both neat freaks when it came to our housekeeping. We even folded our towels the same way. And he'd bitch about how Igor could never balance the register correctly at the end of the day, and I'd bitch about how my Dad never checked our invoices correctly, and I was always having to cuss out the distribution reps for shorting us on our deliveries myself. "And we'd watch TV together. He always made fun of me for the lame ass old Chuck Lorre sitcoms I loved to watch, and I'd make fun of him for all the stupid cop dramas he watched, every Law and Order known to man, and Blue Bloods and shit. We just… talked to each other, like we were two regular people, just living our lives. It was simple and it was easy, and it was enough, it was goddamned enough for me. Our relationship was the one normal thing I had going in my fucked up life." She cracked at the end, sobbing brokenly. She turned her head to the side, pressed her face into my bicep as she wrapped both arms around mine. Tears filled my eyes, as well, and now I was wiping snot out of my nose as well as blood. I felt goddamned sorry for the kid, and I felt like she had a right to cry, but I had to distract her, for my own sake. "So tell me, when was the first time you talked to Antoni? Was that the same day he asked you out?" "No, there was some time between the two. He'd been there about a week, I guess, after they moved in. They got there back in like April. I'd fucked with him the first day, you know, asked him where the hell the accent came from, and he said Poland, and I told him welcome to America cause I felt like being a dick. And he said that he'd already been in country five years and I laughed at him and told him, goddamn, I couldn't tell cause he still sounded like he was fresh off the boat. And he got this look on his face, like he was trying to decide if he needed to be offended or not, so I told him I was just fucking with him, that he was doing better than my Mom, God rest her, cause it was seven years after she got here from Seoul before she even learned a word of English and my Dad was the one that had to teach her." "Makes sense. I moved in in June, Toni mentioned he'd only been in the building about two months hisself." She nodded, I could feel the movement in the sleeve of my coat where her cheek was pressed to my arm. "Him and his brothers started coming in every day after that and you know, I kind of had my eye on him from the first time I talked to him. He was goddamn gorgeous, quite literally the walking definition of 'tall, dark, and handsome.' He had those incredibly blue eyes, and that fucking accent, man, shit put me in knots everytime he came in. I learned them all pretty quick, and Antoni was easy. He got the same thing everyday, box of Newport 100s and a pack of Russian Cream Backwoods with a large slushy. You know I gotta keep the cups behind the counter because motherfuckers'll fill it up and walk out when I get busy. I saw him when he came in, and went over to the ATM, so I had his shit sitting on the counter waiting for him." Becca had a talent for memorizing all of the regular's orders, it wasn't unusual to see a long line of cigarettes, blunts, medicine, sometimes even crack pipes and Chore Boys, and anything else she kept behind the counter, set up neatly next to the register. She also had a talent for running both registers at the same time when the line got overly long and she was there alone. Sometimes I had no idea how she kept up with it all, but that was just Becca. "And this drunk asshole came in, right after, he didn't even belong in the neighborhood, he stayed in Bed-Stuy, but he was with his cousin, and his cousin I knew and he was shooting me apologetic looks so I was already on guard. I was in a bad goddamn mood that day, anyway. And the drunk bitch, he walked over to the bathroom and tried to open it." "Key's behind the counter," I said, and she nodded. "And the key costs five dollars cause people make a fucking mess in the bathroom and I ain't cleaning that shit everyday for free. Well, drunk fuck got pissed and started talking a bunch of shit and threw his five dollars down on the counter, and you know, I can't stand that. You don't throw money at me, I ain't a goddamned stripper, you can put that shit in my hand or you can get the fuck out my store. And, I said 'Naw, son, for you it's gonna cost ten, five dollar Drunk Dick surcharge for being an asshole and cutting my line.' And the motherfucker… he called me a fucking stupid little bitch, and he told me people like me needed to be sent back to my own country." I made a sound of disapproval, already seeing where this was headed. "I hate that stupid shit. Where the fuck am I getting sent back to? The fucking hospital in Manhattan where I was born? Everybody in the store just kind of stopped and stood there, and dude's cousin? He just shook his head at me and walked right out the store and left him there." "He wasn't gonna get involved, huh?" I asked. "Fuck no. He wasn't stupid. I… uh, I was seeing red by that point so I balled up his money and I threw it across the store and told him to get the fuck out. I don't even remember half the shit I said to him, but I was yelling and he was yelling back and all of a sudden Antoni was… just there. I never even noticed him walking up. He was a big motherfucker, but goddamn he was quick and quiet when he wanted to be." Becca laced her fingers through the fingers of my right hand and I gave them a squeeze as she readjusted her head against my shoulder. I turned mine to press a kiss to her hair. She was short enough that I didn't have to worry about bumping my nose. As I turned back, I noticed that there was a puddle of water on the seat across from us, and a pit formed in my stomach immediately. My face felt cold as the blood drained from it. The puddle of water made me more than just a little nervous to see it. I had new enemies stacking up quick, and the last thing I needed was a pissed off, jealous ghost because his grieving fiancée was getting a little handsy with me. But… Antoni never showed himself, so I could only assume he approved of my offering her comfort in her time of need. Either that or he was waiting till I was alone to express his displeasure. "'Is there a problem here?' was all he asked and the drunk bitch turned around and he got even more pissed. He goes 'Man, fuck you, white boy. Mind your own goddamned business.' And Antoni kind of got in his face, and goes, 'I have made it my business. She told you to leave. Either remove yourself or I will remove you.' "And the liquor must've given him a bigger set of balls than he actually had, cause he took a swing at him. And Antoni, he just kind of… leaned back a little to avoid the swing and then leaned back in and… he knocked that bitch out cold with one punch. And then he picked him up, literally picked him up, and threw his ass out on the sidewalk, and kind of dusted his hands off afterwards." "Well, if he's anything like his father then he could throw a hell of a right cross." Becca laughed weakly. "Yeah, his Dad boxes, they all did, you know, from when they were young. Antoni told me he got in his Dad's face once when he was about 16, and Old Papa Zabrowska coldcocked him in the kitchen, and when he woke up on the couch, his Dad dragged him out back in the alley and beat him bloody. Told him if his little grown ass thought he was a man, then he was grown enough to get his ass stomped like a man." That made me feel a little better, to be honest. At least I wasn't the only one I knew who had caught an ass kicking from Antoni Sr. "I bet he didn't talk shit to his Pops again after that, huh?" "I asked him that exact question, he said 'Oh no, no, never again. I learned my lesson.' Toni and his brothers, though, were always getting in fights, even when I knew them. He told me it was hard on their Mama, back in Kraków, having four hormonal, teenaged boys with just shy of a year between each of them, you know cause… us fucking Roman Catholics ain't too fond of any method of contraception." "I didn't know you was Catholic, too, B." "Of course. Rossi is a devout Catholic, and that's how he raised me, and Nia, she's an Angel, you know, a Fallen One, that's what they call themselves, but she's even got real wings. A little more leathery and less feathery, but… same thing. She goes to Mass daily, turns out demons are actually very religious. Both of my parents were atheists, and that's how they raised me, but after some of the shit I've seen, you know, it ain't too unbelievable that there's a Big Guy upstairs." She sniffed again, wiped at her nose and I offered her a bit of toilet paper from my pocket. "That's how it all got started, the War in Heaven. God created Adam, the first living human body, and he told all the spirits in Heaven to kneel to him. And at least half of them weren't too fond of that idea, and the Morning Star stepped up as representative and said they wouldn't kneel to anyone but God. And they, uh, they lost the War, and He banished them all to Earth, to wander without bodies of their own while the other side got to come to Earth one at a time, to live their lives. "But… then there was the first murder, Abel. Cain beat him to death with a rock, and the blood on the ground, the first human blood ever shed in violence, it called to God, but He wasn't the only one it called to. The blood, it gave him a way inside of a body. Lucifer. He was the First One. He's still here, you know, I've met him. He has a particular fondness for Nia, he calls her Young One, cause according to him 1607 wasn't all that long ago." "I guess it isn't when you're that old." "But, back to what I was saying about Toni, all of them were packed into one place together like fucking sardines, the four boys sharing one bedroom in a two bedroom apartment, and all having vastly different personalities. Tatiana is little, like me, and I don't imagine she could do much to break them up when they got to fighting about everything from who ate all the leftovers to who got the top bunks on the beds." "Probably not," I answered. "I mean, I could practically smell the testosterone in their fucking apartment whenever I walked in, and it was probably even worse back then. And apparently, that had been their Dad's method of keeping them from tearing up his wife's house all the time. Whenever a problem inevitably developed, he'd just take them down to the gym and throw them in the ring without any gloves and tell them to fucking handle it, and whoever was still standing at the end was the one that won the argument. "Uh, but, uh, when Toni hit the guy, all, all I could do was stand there with my mouth hanging open like a fucking fish. I mean, I was in love, right that fucking second, standing there. The hormones were running on overdrive, my head was practically spinning with how fast all the blood rushed south, you know? Everybody was still standing there and Antoni tried to get back in line and I said, 'Uh-uh. Take your shit and go on.' And he goes," Beccs began laughing again, laughed so hard there were tears in her eyes once more. "He goes, 'Am I in trouble?''' I had to wrap my left arm tight around my stomach because I couldn't stop myself from laughing either. The makeshift bandage on my left hand that I'd wound out of paper towel had soaked through, I was going to have to change it soon. "He didn't say that, Becca." "Yes the fuck, he did. And I went, 'No, you dumbass, it's on the house, and in case I gotta translate, that means it's free. Small price to pay for a security detail.' And he just kind of blinked at me for a second, before he nodded his head and grabbed his things off the counter, went and filled his slushy up." "You probably scared the piss out of him for that second, he probably thought he'd been found out. That's what they call it, what he was, Obshchak, Security Group." "He stopped before he left, and told me thank you. And I said 'No, dziękuję', thank you. And then I winked at him and said 'Miłej nocy, piękna.'" She straightened up as the train began to slow for our stop. "And what did that mean?" "Have a good night, gorgeous." She said with a watery grin. "Smooth, B, real smooth. Nothing quite like hitting on a man in his native language. " "I mean, you know us, Tony, we got Southern Hospitality down here. As long as you're not an asshole, I do everything I can to make sure everyone feels welcome when they come inside. That's why there's a sign on the door that says 'DMZ.' They might have beef on the streets but don't nobody take that shit inside my store. And that means asking the Mexicans down the street if they need a bolsa, and making sure I ordered Farid's miswaks so he didn't have to walk all the way down to the Pakistani store, and sometimes it means learning a little bit of Polish so I could flirt with the new guy downstairs the next time he came in." We exited the train, made the switch, and stood on the platform waiting for the next to take us back to Avenue U. As I glanced to the side, I could see a puddle forming on the platform next to me, drip by drip. It was already freezing around the edges. As it turned out, I wasn't the only nosy fuck around here. "And apparently the flirting was well received by our dearly departed half-Russian friend." "Apparently, cause about a week later I was having a busy fucking Friday night and my Dad had already gone home, and I was trying to shut her down but motherfuckers kept coming inside right up until 11. I made DeAndre from downstairs stand at the door and tell people we were closed and that he was the last customer for the night and after I rung him up I told him to flip the sign on the door and I'd lock it when I finished my cigarette count… only, I forgot to ever lock it, and DeDe's traitorous ass, he fucking set me up. He knew I had a thing for Antoni, and when he saw him coming down off the platform and rushing down the sidewalk, he let him in and told him he was the last customer for the night and to flip the sign on the door." She closed her eyes for a moment. "It took me… exactly 16 minutes to notice he was there. I know, cause after I was done pissing myself when I figured out I wasn't alone, the Polish smart-ass showed me his watch. He'd set a timer when he realized I wasn't paying any attention to him, and then just stood there, waiting to see how long it would take. I had my earphones in, and it took four songs," she held up her hand and ticked them off with her fingers. "'Savage Like', 'Money, Sex, Drugs', 'Proud' and 'Only.' "I turned around and screamed like a little bitch when I saw him. And then I got pissed, cause I was embarrassed, I'd been singing along to all the songs cause I thought I was alone in the store. I started screaming at him. 'What the fuck, you can't read? The sign says Closed.' And he goes 'No, it didn't. It still said Open. I turned it myself.' I hadn't counted down my register yet, so I just went ahead and grabbed his shit and rung him up, cussing DeDe the whole time and I asked him how long he'd been standing there, and he showed me his watch. And he says, 'You shouldn't wear those, it's dangerous,' talking about my headphones, and I said, 'What are you, my fucking father?' And he got kind of a funny look on his face." I released a weak snicker, holding my stomach tight again. I couldn't resist fucking with them both a little bit. "He kinda had a point, Becca. Although, I can tell you he was probably less concerned about being your father and more concerned about becoming your Daddy." "Oh, so now you got the dirty jokes," Becca said flatly. "What can I say, B, you're a bad influence on me." "Eh," she said after a moment, "You wouldn't be the first. You know, months later he told me that he'd stood there that long because he didn't think he'd have the nerve to ask what he wanted to ask the next time if he left, which, you know, what the fuck? What am I, scary?" I couldn't help but laugh again. "Yes, Becca, you are, you're fucking terrifying half the time. You might be a short fuck but dynamite comes in small packages, you know? He was probably afraid you'd tell him to suck your dick and ban him from the store for a month like every other poor motherfucker I've seen ask you out, and he probably didn't want to go through your particular brand of ridicule in front of an audience, on top of that, with all the other customers laughing him out of the store." "It ain't my fault I'm this size," she said after a moment, shooting me a perturbed look. "No shit, Sherlock. It's genetics." "It ain't even that. It's the blood. I mean, my parents were both tall, you know, for Koreans, anyway, my Mom was 5'6. I probably would've been too if I'd had the chance, but, you know, the blood it… stops things. Why do you think Jimmy looks the way he does? I mean, Pops believes in 'aging gracefully,' as he says, but old Giacomino is a vain fuck, and he's got more of a taste for 'the Stuff' than Rocco ever had. He turned 65 this year, he's only two years younger than Pops, he was already 34 years old when he met Nia for the first time. He tells people he's got a good plastic surgeon, when they ask. And the same thing happened to me. My body wanted to stay 8 years old, forever. "Rossi had to get hormones, fucking estrogen and progesterone and HGH, off the black market to force my body to start puberty and to fucking grow. It's not like we could go to a doctor and explain why I needed the prescription. I mean, these tits aren't even mine. Ma bought 'em for my sixteenth birthday so I wouldn't feel so goddamned self-conscious. Nia's not exactly flat-chested, as you know, neither was my Mom, and it kind of gave me a fucking complex when I was growing up." "I mean, is she? I haven't really noticed," I replied, evasively. "Yes, you have, you lying fuck. There isn't a straight or bisexual man, or a lesbian or bisexual woman for that matter, that comes within fifty feet of Appolonia Bianchi that doesn't notice all of her unnatural charms. It made for some interesting 'family' trips during the summer when we'd leave the city, lemme tell you. I asked Pops once, you know, if he ever got jealous when she'd show up with some random dick she'd run across, cause I used to think it was pretty shitty of her. "I said she could've at least kept things on the downlow and not throw it in Rocco's face every few days. But he told me no, he loved her, he understood her nature very well and he'd accepted what she was years before I was even born, and that she loved him too, and more importantly, respected him. She always introduced the men to him because that was what he'd asked of her. That it was the one aspect of control he had in the situation, giving his 'permission' for her little liaisons. That it made him feel better to let them know they might be getting a piece, but she'd be ending every night lying in his bed, regardless of what they did." I nodded. "I guess I can kind of see his point." "But, the blood, that's how I ended up pregnant. I mean, I'm not a dumbass, I know how babies are made, but I wasn't worried about using condoms with Antoni, neither of us wanted to. I told him if he gave me anything I'd cut his dick off, and he knew I was serious, too, and he considered it a proportional response. I didn't even think I could get pregnant. "I stopped the birth control when I was 16 because it was making me gain weight and my cheer coach bitched me out in front of fucking everybody, and Rossi's guy said I needed to keep taking it to keep my hormone levels even. So I told Antoni I didnt want to get into my medical history, but suffice to say I was probably fucking sterile anyway, so he didn't have to worry about it, and he told me he wasn't worried about it at all. But apparently my fucking parts work better than I thought." "Or maybe he had some damned determined swimmers, who knows." "I don't know why I was even concerned about not using condoms anyway. Technically we were all excommunicated as of 2014. Pope said the mafiosi lifestyle isn't compatible with the Catholic one. You know, I wonder how Antoni would feel about all this, I wonder if he'd be pissed, think I lied to him about not being able to get pregnant." "You're just gonna have to take my word for it, B, but he's not angry in the least, he's pretty fucking proud of hisself." I'd say his chest was stuck out but he didn't have much of a chest left these days, so I just kept that part to myself. "Pretty sure he said he wasn't worried about it because he was hoping you were wrong about being sterile." Beccs gave me a strange look but the train arrived at just that moment. The people exiting did quite a bit of staring, unlike the people leaving the funeral, but I just tucked my arm around Becca and shouldered my way past them and found us a seat. The drops of water followed us into the train. "What's with the present tense, Tony? Is that some kind of cliche 'he's lookin' down on you' bullshit?" I snorted and wiped the bubble of blood from my nose, staring at the puddle of water that was starting to form in the seat next to us. I could feel the cold emanating from Antoni all along my left side. Oddly enough, it was easing the intense ache in my nearly severed ring finger. "He ain't looking down on us, B, I can tell you that much." "So it's a Hell joke?" "No, not really. But then again, I'm pretty sure we're all in Hell right this second, Miss Rebecca, so yes, yes it is." |
2023.05.28 06:16 Cilbit Bitter Sweet Goodbye to my 2022 Bolt EUV LT. TLDR: Best New Car Purchase Ever!! Though I wish I Didn’t Get a Dud. :/
 | I traded in my 2022 Bolt EUV LT in Bright Blue Metallic with 18,300 miles on it, to a local Honda Dealer for $26k. I replaced it with a CPO 2019 Honda Insight Touring in Cosmic Blue Metallic with just under 79k miles for $24k plus extended warranty, so total price was around $28k with taxes/fees I believe. submitted by Cilbit to BoltEV [link] [comments] I really miss my Bolt EUV… but I couldn’t continue with all the random issues happening or not being able to be duplicated and so forth. The last straw was me having to make the 4 hour drive home from Olympic National Park in Washington, with Service ABS, Service ESC, Service Transmission, Steering Assist Reduced Please Drive with Care, and LKA System Unavailable. The first time I used my brakes, the pedal went all the way to the floor and steering was all over the place. And it had just started raining heavily while driving through very curvy roads in pitch black darkness. :/ I took the Bolt EUV in ASAP to the dealership and they didn’t find any codes stored in the computer, other than for the radio head unit going black/freezing up (replaced the radio control unit I believe), and for the charge ring light glitching out and no longer being in sync with the dashboard light (cleared the codes and confirmed it was working properly). I just couldn’t believe the car didn’t have any codes stored for all those lights/error messages. :( I couldn’t afford another Bolt EV/EUV as the dealerships in my area are still marking them up, and the Oregon EV Rebate program is closed to applicants for the year as they don’t have enough funding. Hopefully that’ll be open again next year. So if I had be able to secure another Bolt EV/EUV I would’ve spent more than the $25k I spent on the Bolt EUV I traded in. This whole situation sucks because I absolutely LOVED the car even with the short comings it had. If I could’ve guaranteed the issues I had with the car could be fixed and I’d have no major issues going forward I would’ve kept it, but I couldn’t and I need a reliable car. I’m in between jobs, so I’m doing Uber full time and taking the Bolt in so many times was keeping me from being able to work. My Honda Insight is also at the dealership being checked over right now as I found a few issues with that I wanted to have checked out/resolved. A few of them being: •Passenger side headlight seemed to be aimed too high. •Hood would flutter rapidly at highway speeds. •Vibration from the front end at highway speeds. •Popping noise when turning the steering wheel left/right. •Metallic rattle coming from shifteconsole area. •And a few other things. I think my luck is just down right now, but I’m trying to stay positive. :) I’ll miss you Blue Lightning, and I hope wherever you end up, that you’re taken care of. :) |
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