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2013.06.02 23:36 Maximizing a Small Space

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2023.02.02 22:11 crepepapermultipack My neighbors keep forgetting/locking out their dog

I swear if I find that dog roaming around the hallway, I'm going to take it for myself. Said the woman who keeps finding the puppy roaming around the hallway.
The puppy isn't a bad dog. He just always gets left out the hallway. The first time I saw it loose was when it ran out of Martha and David's apartment. Martha opened the door and David just got home. Martha had this glazed look on her face, like she wasn't really there. She just commented, "Oh. Wow. He got out." And shut the door.
The second time I saw the puppy roaming in the hallway was when my husband and I came home from the park with our pets (cat and dog). The puppy snuck up on my puppy and chased my puppy around all friendly-like. The puppy left pee all over the stairwell that's connected to the third floor of our apartment. Anyhoo, I knocked on their door a few times and David answered a few minutes later. He said, "I thought he was under the bed." I answered with, "Must be a high bed." since the puppy's breed is big.
Anyhoo, today was the third time. Our puppy was growling and barking at our door. My husband wanted to show our puppy that there was no one there and he didn't need to be his usual gossipy self. The neighbor's puppy showed up.
My husband knocked and Martha was there to answer. The puppy peed all over the hallway, again.
Honestly, I'm venting. David and Martha are the loudest people in our building. They always fight and scream at each other. The place ends up smelling like weed because David looks like he's always high. Martha is always out of it whenever we see her. And their puppy? The poor thing is always getting locked out.
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2023.02.02 22:11 crackerscornbread Home Depot Appliance Deals

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2023.02.02 22:10 greengragl Mastodon instance for stoners (fyi)

Informational: There's a mastodon instance for stoners - .
Any mastodon instance supports following anyone in the fediverse, but many choose their home instance based on interests. Some apps (ex: Ice Cubes) will let you add a foreign instance to your timeline.
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2023.02.02 22:10 spookydakota "Pro" Audio Cable Creation - An Inquiry

Hello all,
I am a student studio tech and we are making cables right now! I was speaking to my professor and he was talking about how my cables need to be worth paying $30-45 for. My boyfriend came home with a handmade, $60 1/4' the other day. Neutriks, one with the silencing end, high quality wire and braiding and branded heat-shrink. I have been trying to justify the price of it and I am having a hard time.
It got me thinking: What in you guys's opinion makes someone's cable work "pro" quality versus just a homemade cable? What would you look for in someone's work as a purchaser of an expensive cable? What would I have to make my cables out of to back a price like that?
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2023.02.02 22:10 ThrowRA_0823 AITA for calling my wife 'terminally online'?

My (20M) wife (19F) and I both used to be very left wing, it was one of the things that connected us and she told me she liked how politically outspoken I am. We've been working on reducing our meat intake together and replacing it with vegetarian/vegan meals due to concerns about animal welfare and the environment.
Recently, she has been getting into femininity accounts on instagram. She's wanted to be a housewife for a while but now she's started talking about how women should serve and be submissive to their husbands. She says career women are 'tapping into masculine energy', and are destined to be old and miserable living with cats. She's started talking poorly about sex workers and calling women who show skin 'degenerate'. We've always planned to have 2-3 kids but now she keeps saying she wants to have as many as possible. I don't want that many children, even one is a lot of work and I don't think she understands that. She's also started purchasing steak and beef liver, telling me how it's the ultimate superfood. That makes me uncomfortable because we'd previously phased out red meat. She cooked liver a few nights ago and I didn't want to have any but she put a lot of effort into it so to be nice I tried a little. I've never had beef liver before, and it tasted disgusting. I could tell she was struggling with it too but she swore it was the key to health.
Not only that but she's started sending me posts from right wing masculinity accounts so I can 'lead her into her femininity'. I don't even know what that means, but I can't stand the blatant misogyny and rigid gender roles these accounts spew. I told her to stop sending me these but she kept doing it anyways.
Last evening when I got off work I checked my insta dms while taking the bus home and saw that she sent me TEN reels from these 'traditional masculinity' accounts back to back. I got fed up and when I got home I told her that if she doesn't stop sending me these I'm going to block her on instagram. She got really offended and after some back and forth she said she's only doing it to help me become a better man. I told her I like myself the way I am and that if she wasn't "terminally online" she would too and wouldn't be so easily influenced by social media. She called me an AH and told me if I paid attention to what she sends me I wouldn't be such a "soyboy". She then stormed out of the house and still isn't back. AITA?
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2023.02.02 22:10 crackerscornbread Home Depot Milwaukee Specials

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2023.02.02 22:10 dreddsdead Pretty sure I overpaid for this lmao. But this is a grail of mine! 2nd ever auto purchase

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2023.02.02 22:09 funnypharm2019 SO: “YOU STABBED ME!” (Narrator: “She did not, in fact, stab him.”)

We were sitting at the bar in a casual restaurant watching a football game. He had ordered a burger, which came with a big steak knife. Halfway through the meal, he was using his knife to demonstrate the weird way his friend used to hold a pencil. I said one of my friends used to hold pencils in a weird way too, so I picked up the knife and was demonstrating it. While it was in my hand, he reached out to grab it (dumbass) and his finger grazed the top edge (so, not the sharp edge.) He then screamed,“YOU STABBED ME!”
It would’ve been comical, if we weren’t in public and everyone hadn’t turned to stare at me, the girl who allegedly stabbed her boyfriend in the middle of dinner.
But I stayed calm. I said “oh, let me see your finger” and examined it for (the lack of) blood. I then asked why he would ever reach to grab a knife out of another person’s hands, trying my best to sound genuinely curious. He let out a big, loud sigh and said “If only people knew what I put up with from you.”
A few days later, I couldn’t hold back any longer so I asked what he meant by “putting up with” me. He said, “the fact that you refused to apologize.”
Apologize for… NOT stabbing you??
Why haven’t YOU apologized for the times you’ve not only yelled, but screamed at me for the most innocuous reasons, like accidentally tossing a couple plastic collar stays, the way I park my own car, the time I wished I didn’t have to work on a Sunday… there are more, but my brain has mercifully managed to forget some of them.
And just for my own sanity, here’s a list of things I’ve actually done in the past year that you’ve had to “put up with”:
So yeah, I’m done “putting up” with YOUR bullshit. The irony is that you quite literally wouldn’t have even gotten here without me. And I feel like an absolute idiot for letting it get this far.
And I know how petty and childish this post is, but I need to keep reminding myself exactly why I need to GTFO as soon as possible.
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2023.02.02 22:09 MobileSleep4109 [REQ] ($150) - (East Greenwhich, Rhode Island) (paypal) (repayment of $215 on 2/16/2023)

Have tried to ask for a loan for a little while now from this subreddit and it never really worked, but this is kind of a last resort anyway so might aswell try again. Anyway I Need help paying for rent/groceries as I just started a job that pays biweekly. My money was used to fix up my car in order for me to get to work which is why I’m in this predicament right now. Feel free to pm me and we can discuss. Thanks for taking the time out to read this and god bless you.
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2023.02.02 22:09 Trash_Tia Three years ago, I was a research student working on a remote island. We were out of lab rats, so our professor used us instead.

I can’t believe I finally got the guts to post this to social media.
After three years, I’m finally ready to tell our story.
I know I shouldn't. This is a huge risk, and I’m putting both myself and my friends in danger of being caught by some pretty bad people who are currently hunting us down.
My life as I knew it ended in 2020. (I would talk about how ironic it was that it had to be 2020, but I don’t have time to ramble). I was volunteering as a lab assistant for a college professor I was close to. After graduating at the top of my class, I had been offered the opportunity to assist him overseas as a voluntary research assistant. I should have been working in his usual lab at the college, but due to certain ethical issues he didn’t want to deal with on campus, he decided to fly his most promising students to his primary lab on a tiny Indonesian island. He took on six of us.
The top of his class, as well as students who seemed far too interested in what he was really working on. Normally, college professor’s would discourage curiosity when it came to their private lives and work, but he welcomed it, allowing certain students glimpses into the research he was working on under his façade. I can’t say I wasn’t curious about the paperwork I happened to glimpse, paperwork covered in special plastic seals brandishing TOP SECRET in bold lettering which was definitely intriguing.
Sure, I wanted to know what was so special about his research that it warranted that kind of seal, but it’s not like I broke into his lab unlike my colleagues. (You would think biology students would be smart, but those idiots didn’t stand a chance with the amount of security our college had).
I thought that would be a sure fire suspension, and it almost was until the professor himself had pardoned them before inviting the group alongside me to work with him on this secret project. I know I sound crazy for taking a voluntary job, but the job was on a tiny island just off of the coast of Indonesia—which meant I was working in paradise. It was like being on a permanent vacation. We had the beach at our disposal, and the local resort was just up the road. After sweating in the lab on weekdays, we headed to the private resort down the road from the lab.
Professor Quincy was a well-known local, so he had managed to get us free entry. I guess you could say I was living the dream. Three years prior, I was in my freshman year of college and I had no idea what I was doing with my life. Fast forward two years, and I had the opportunity of a lifetime. I was working in literal paradise.
It didn’t last long, of course. I had to wake up from my dream at some point, right? And I did.
March 2020.
I can’t remember which date it was. I just remember that it was right at the start of the pandemic, and I was supposed to be going home to see family I hadn’t seen in almost six months. Professor Quincy had been insistent we live and work with him for a certain amount of time, and then he would grant us permission to return home to see our family.
I couldn’t exactly argue against it. Like I said, and I will continue to elaborate through this post, our professor’s work was pretty private. Cell phones were not allowed, and internet access was limited. If I needed to phone home, I had to sign seven different forms to promise I wouldn’t leak any information on his work, and to declare that if I happened to do so I would be fired immediately and sent back to the US.
If that wasn’t enough, my parents would also be held accountable.
So, yeah. Obviously, I wasn’t going to start spilling our professor’s secrets.
It’s not like we were completely cut off. There was a phone in Professor Quincy’s office, as well as the reception at the dorms.
We were allowed three allocated phone calls a week. After a certain world event had enfolded, however, we were allowed to call our parents pretty much any time we wanted, as long as we signed those release forms. After a full day of none-stop paranoia and too much time skimming news articles on my laptop, I was itching to talk to mom. I just didn’t know how to tell her that I wouldn’t be seeing her in… I had no idea. The US borders were shutting, and I was at a loss what to do. If I am to be honest with you, I was terrified. This kind of thing only happened in movies, and there I was trying to figure out a way to tell my mom I wouldn’t be coming home—and I had no idea if I would ever be coming home again. The dorms were state of the art; a huge glass building with three floors. There was a gym, a swimming pool, and a girl’s and boy’s dorm on the top levels.
There were only six of us, so it was pretty fucking amazing. Sometimes in the summer when it was baking hot, like the kind of heat the human body can’t deal with, they opened the roof, and we would all lie in the reception area, drunk on cocktails from the resort.
But do you know what wasn’t state of the art?
The air-con.
I had grown accustomed to the stupid thing breaking every three days. Normally, I didn’t really care. I’d get a cold shower or stick my head in the freezer. That day, though, I had just been informed via email I wouldn’t be returning home for the foreseeable future. The thing was, I was so used to knowing things in advance. I knew when work was cancelled, or when I was getting sick. Though with this, I had no idea what the outcome would be. Nobody did. The planet was holding a collective breath. I couldn’t even ask for a possible date, because no one knew how this huge, insane, life-changing thing would play out.
Well, it could play out either one way or the other. And I had seen the movies. I knew the basis, or at least the fictional re-enactment.
So, sweating through baking heat, I sat cross legged on prickly carpet, squeezing the phone in my palmy hands. I could glimpse Kaian through the window, slumped on a sun-lounger with his head tipped back. He was frowning at an odd looking bird which was perched on the upper deck. It was early evening, and the sun was starting to set. God, I loved watching the sunset. It was like the sky had turned into cotton candy, streaks of burning red and pink enveloping crystal blue and dimming the sky, making it easier to get a good luck at the sun.
Kaian’s light brown hair exploded into hues of vivid red, and I was momentarily taken-aback by the sight—like the sky had set his hair on fire. Ever since meeting him in my freshman year, I’d had a crush on Kaian. Being half-Thai with striking features and a Hollywood smile, my ass was already on the floor.
However, after living with him for several months, and studying alongside him for years, I had come to realise he was more of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Not exactly a dick, but not the nicest either. Kaian was deaf and had become the sort of “jock” of our little research group. He had been the one to stage the break-in attempt into Professor Quincy’s lab. I always wondered if they really had discovered something—and blackmailed Quincy into letting them in on the research.
I wouldn’t put it past my classmates. They were as nutty as our professor. I was half-wishing mom didn’t answer. Then I would have no choice but to tell her through email, which was better.
Still though, I wanted to hear her voice, even if it was going to send me over the edge. When my mom’s voice crackled through the phone, I panicked and said the first thing which came to mind. “I’m... I’m staying here for a little longer.” I said. “I was told this morning I can’t come home.”
Mom was silent for a moment before she sighed. “Yeah.” I was surprised when she chuckled. “I figured that, sweetie.”
“You’re not mad?” I whispered.
She didn’t reply for a moment before sighing. “Why would I be mad? It’s not like you can help it.”
Squeezing the phone tighter, I turned away so Kaian couldn’t see me sobbing like an idiot. “It’s not for long,” I said, or rather lied. I wasn’t just trying to reassure my mother, I was desperate to make myself feel better too. “I think it’ll be late April, or maybe May. I’m not sure yet.”
“Well, I’m excited to see you.”
Nodding, I swallowed a wracking sob. “I’m excited to see you too, mom.”
“Are you eating well?”
“Uh, yeah. The food here is great.”
“How is work?”
She was avoiding elaborating on a conversation neither of us wanted to have, and I didn’t blame her.
“It’s fine,” I said, “We’ve been working in some pretty, uh… intense heat. But I’m fine. I just cool off in the sea.”
“That’s good.” I could sense my mother’s smile, and it made me feel ten times worse.
“How… how are things over there?”
Mom hummed. “There’s no toilet paper,” she laughed, “But we’re all fine. Your little brother is baking cookies. Do you want to talk to him?”
“No.” I said, far too fast. “I mean… I don’t have much time, and I wanted to talk to you.” I swallowed. “If that’s okay.”
“Of course, honey.” Mom’s voice felt like warm water coming over me, relieving my stiff muscles. “Oh! Your father just finished cleaning your room out the other day! You would not believe how much stuff we had to take to a yard sale. Do you remember that dollhouse you had?”
She cut me off. “Well, I’ve given it to Mrs Jason’s daughter. Do you remember Lucy?"
“Lucy.” I said, my mind elsewhere. “She was that kid… umm…”
“You held her at your auntie Christine’s birthday party, do you remember? She’s always asking about you. She thinks you’re a marine biologist.”
“Oh.” I said helplessly. Sensing movement, I twisted around to find Kaian heading up the stairs. Probably to his room.
Usually, Monday nights were reserved for the beach. After lights out, we headed down to the coves which were a three minute walk from the dorms to paddle in bioluminescent plankton illuminating the stuffy night.
It was like dipping your feet in liquid stars. From the look on my colleague’s face however, a sort of not-entirely-there frown, I doubted anyone was in the mood for our usual trip to the beach. Offering the boy a wave, I pulled my knees to my chest. I didn’t realise I’d left an awkward pause until mom cleared her throat loudly, snapping me out of my trance.
“Wren, did you hear what I just said?”
Mom only had to say my name to send my heart into my throat. “Honey, are you crying?”
I had to heave in a breath. “No.”
“You’re watching the news, aren’t you?”
“Mom, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” Mom paused. “Wren, I can’t imagine what you must be feeling right now, but I’m just a phone-call away.”
I nodded, my eyes burning. “I love you, mom.”
“I love you too, baby.” Mom’s voice hitched, and she was splintering. I could tell by her sharp breaths. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”
That was the last time I ever spoke to my mother.
The sky was dark when I pulled open the door to my shared room and face-planted into my bed. Long after putting the phone down, I sat in the reception area and cried like an idiot. Then I went outside to attempt to read a book on a sun lounger, but with the lack of sun, and the fact that the outdoor light was broken, I gave up and retreated upstairs.
Riss, my roommate, was typing loudly on her laptop when I bothered lifting my head from my snot-drenched pillow.
She had been taking the news surprisingly well, despite her being the one in our group who was over-emotional. She was a natural redhead but had dyed her hair an odd pastel pink colour which was starting to come out. I could see her natural vivid red roots springing from her half-assed ponytail. “How’s your mom?”
Riss didn’t look up from her laptop screen, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. I glimpsed the word doc she had been working on earlier in the lab. We were supposed to type up all the findings from the days experiments earlier, and as usual Riss was the last to submit hers. She was the lazy daydreamer out of our group, often getting chastised for zoning out during lectures and falling asleep. Riss was smart though. Seriously smart. When she felt like it.
“Hello?” Riss slammed the space-bar. “How was the talk with your mom?”
“It was fine.”
“Doesn’t sound like it,” Riss hummed. “Come on, I know when you’re upset—fuck.” She hissed through her teeth, going to town on the backspace key. “Stupid fucking autocorrect.”
I didn’t reply for a moment, suffocating myself in my pillow. The air-con was broken again, so I was left to suffer, stewing in the same clothes I had been wearing all day. I needed a cold shower and something from the downstairs kitchen, but I couldn’t be bothered moving. Besides, Riss’s typing was comforting, lulling me into almost-slumber.
After a while of just basking in the sound of her typing, my roommate sighed loudly. I sensed her jump up from her bed and move to her desk. My roommate had a routine I was used to. After typing up her usually late reports, she jumped up, did some stretches, downed the bottle of water on her desk, and then jumped up and down with too much energy, awaiting the print out. Just as I thought, I cringed at the sound of our printer booting up. I hated the noise. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard. “It’s the end of the world as we know it.” Riss murmured with another loud, exaggerated sigh. “And we’re stuck in paradise.”
Refusing to lift my head from my pillow despite the heat, I scoffed into the material. “Stop saying that.”
“Stop saying what?”
“That it’s the end of the world.”
“I mean, it is. Certain events aside, have you seen the state of the ozone layer? Dude, we’re on a one way ticket to extinction.”
I really didn’t need Riss’s “comforting talks” right then. Her idea of reassuring was reminding me how many species were dying out.
“Uh-huh.” I said, cutting into the slightly manic polar bear rant. “Can we talk about something else.”
“But it’s true.” Riss chuckled. “The world is falling apart, and here we are trying to do the impossible.” She paused. “In one of the most beautiful places on the planet.” When I lifted my head to frown at her, my roommate was sprawled out on her bed, her ten page report awkwardly balanced on her chest. Riss’s eyes were somewhere else, delving into oblivion.
I couldn’t tell what she was feeling. She was smiling, but her eyes were sad. It had taken me a while, but eventually, after weeks and then months had gone by, I had gotten used to Professor Quincy’s research. It was hard to take in at first. Like, you have this huge secret and you can’t tell anyone—if you do you’re risking your own career. I imagined it as a neutron star collision going off in my head, an explosion of colours nobody else could see but us.
Locked away on this tiny island, we were the only ones who knew Quincy’s goal. There was one rule in the lab.
No emotions. We weren’t allowed to have emotions once stepping through the door. We had to stop being human for the sake of achieving successes and moving onto a different age. A better age. That’s what Quincy said, anyway. I wondered if Riss was thinking about the work we did earlier. She had broken down three times since starting, though she was getting better. Riss didn’t speak much after an awkward conversation we had about the end of the world, which bled into a conversation about The Walking Dead.
It fizzled out after I reminded her I was yet to finish it after dumping it halfway through season four. There’s not much to do in the dorm. I had my laptop and several dozen movies downloaded onto it, but I wasn’t in the mood to delve into fiction. I was falling asleep when our door flew open, and Riss almost catapulted her laptop across the room. My gaze flicked to the doorway, where Kaian stood, a scowl carved into his lips. It wasn’t unusual that my colleague was scowling or standing in our doorway. He was always the first one up on a morning, quick to wake everyone else up despite the sun not being up yet.
“Kaian?” Riss signed, her eyes glued to our damp-looking colleague. “What the hell?”
Looking at him, I could tell that Kaian wasn’t there willingly. His hair was a soaking mess plastered to his forehead, a plaid shirt clumsily buttoned over ratty shorts. He looked like he’d just gotten out of the shower. No, he didn’t just look like it.
I was sure Kaian had just gotten out of the shower. When he held up one hand, and started to furiously sign, the jingling noise brought my attention to the cuff attached to his left wrist. “Jem.” He signed his roommate’s name, and I resisted the urge to collapse back into bed. Nothing was good when Jem was involved. I loved my colleague, but the amount of stupid shit he had done since starting work on the island, he could make his own sitcom.
Riss groaned, shutting her laptop. She quickly signed, “What has he done now?”
Kaian’s expression twisted with fury. “What HASN’T he done?” He held up his wrist, signing manically. “He cuffed me to my bed!”
“Kinky.” I shot him a smile, and seeing his expression, I quickly regretted my words when his gaze flashed to a stuffed animal on the floor.
I had no doubt he wouldn’t aim for my face.
“What? Why did he cuff you your bed?” Riss was already pulling on her jacket. I jumped up too, slipping into my sandals.
“Rabbits.” Was all Kaian had to sign with wide eyes, before we were following him back down the dorm hallway, and down the stairs. I was practically falling over myself to keep up. Kaian ran in front, Riss stumbling beside him. If Jem was in the lab after hours, it wasn’t good. Ever since we made the switch from rats to rabbits, Jem had been very vocal that he was against it. But like Quincy said, we had to give up our humanity in that room. Our morals. Anything we thought, our opinions and emotions. We had to suppress it all.
Because once we started to give into them, our professor had proclaimed—that was when cracks would start to form. According to him, the first step in turning your back on science was giving into your humanity. I wasn’t quite there yet. It’s not like I didn’t have intrusive thoughts about saving the poor things, but Quincy had planted a very specific thought in our heads. If we rebelled, if we leaked information and went against him—our families were at risk of getting involved despite having nothing to do with it.
Jem had already submitted multiple complaints, and I didn’t blame him. But it’s not like we could all band together to stop Quincy’s experiments. Like I said, we were walking on eggshells around him and he was already a fairly paranoid man already. And morals and humanity aside, his work was pretty fucking incredible. Disgusting and inhumane? Yes, of course. But truly incredible. The lab was a five minute walk from the dorms. Riss was out of breath as we ran, and I glimpsed a full moon light up the darkening sky, illuminating oblivion in milky white light. “What I don’t understand,” she panted, “Is why cuff you to your bed?”
She turned to Kaian, who signed, “He knew I was going to tell someone. When I got out of the shower, he grabbed me and cuffed me to the frame.” The boy scowled. “I’m going to kill him.” By the time the three of us were throwing ourselves through the doors of the lab, pressing our identity badges over the mechanical lock, I was sweating. Bad. I think all three of us wanted to collectively murder our colleague. The lab was usually out of bounds after work hours, but sometimes Professor Quincy made exceptions if we needed to finish reports or collect data.
Riss was stabbing in the eight digit code to get into Quincy’s office, and I was struggling to catch my breath, keeled over with my hands on my knees. The building was usually lit up, even at night. I had spent countless after work hours typing up research reports and listening to music, comforted by the warm glow from the lights overhead. But that wasn’t the case on that particular night. A coil of dread began to unravel in my gut as we bound down the main hallway which was swamped in darkness. Riss made a joke about failed experiments lurking around us, and I elbowed her sharply in the gut.
Thankfully, Quincy’s main lab was lit up. When the door swung open with a loud beep, the three of us bound straight into a startled looking Jem—whose expression almost matched the ones of the dozen baby rabbits cradled to his chest. If Kaian resembled a Hollywood star, then this guy reminded me more of a punk kid—maybe a theatre kid too. Jem was the wildcard in our group. He wasn’t the smartest, and he struggled sometimes. But Quincy had admired the boy’s curiosity in his research. Jem’s hair was always a mess of dishevelled curls, and his outfit choices were… odd. For example, Jem had opted for wearing pajamas to his rabbit heist.
It was almost like he had an epiphany in his sleep and hurricane thoughts had led him right to the lab. For a moment, I was unsure whether to laugh or start yelling at him. Jem peeked at us under his hood, his eyes almost cartoonishly wide. Like he was a kid being caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. The subjects he was holding seemed to cling onto him, and I had a moment—just a moment—where I cracked slightly. Especially when the largest one’s tiny eyes found mine.
It was frightened, its claws digging into his sleeve. “I can explain.” Jem finally spluttered, pressing the rabbits closer to his chest. “This is animal abuse.” He said in a hiss. “You’re not really going to stand there and watch that bastard hurt these little guys, are you?” I was sure Jem was convinced he could get away with it by showing us the power of cuteness.
I can’t say it wasn’t working. God, the one in the middle with large floppy ears and a brown smudge on its fur was really looking at me.
Like it was staring into my soul.
Next to me, Kaian’s expression was easing a little. He leaned against the door with his arms folded.
“They’re kind of cute.” He signed, smiling for the first time since earlier that morning when Riss spilled orange juice all over herself.
“See?” Jem’s smile was soft, and he gestured to them. “Look at them! They’re adorable. I’m not going to let him hurt them.”
Riss, however, seemed unfazed. She took a step towards him, her eyes darkening. “Are you fucking insane?” she gritted out. “So, what, you want to let Quincy’s test subjects go?”
Jem’s lip curled. “He’s got rats. I’m sure he’ll be fine.” He backed away, clutching the rabbits tighter to his chest. “You’ve seen what he’s done to them,” he whispered—and his gaze flicked to me, and then Kaian. “What WE have done to them. It’s not fair. They’re living creatures, and we’re… we’re hurting them.”
This was what I was afraid of. Ever since the six of us started on the island, and Quincy’s lecture on suppressing our humanity for the sake of science, I knew one of us was going to break when we saw what exactly he was doing to his subjects.
I’m not going to go into detail, because again, I am already putting myself at risk by writing this. But I will say that Quincy’s experiments weren’t.. normal. I’ve already told you they were inhumane and immoral.
But it didn’t end there. You see, our professor was sure—positive that he could ignite a certain part of the human brain with simple stimulation, a hell of a lot of drugs, and psychological tactics. He believed he could find that missing part that is missing in all of us which stops us from being the apex predator.
Abilities way beyond our comprehension.
Professor Quincy had been working his whole life to create a serum which would hack into the mind, and switch on that part of us we cannot find on our own. Rats didn’t give him the right results, so we moved onto rabbits.
So far, I had witnessed a rabbit which could teleport from one cage to the other, after several surgeries, and serum injections directed into its brain.
I thought it was impossible, and yet somehow I was watching it with my own eyes. A living thing disappearing in one place and reappearing in its cage. Through research, we had come to realise the cage was the rabbit’s safe place. Whatever ability it had (and there were many), it would always return to its cage, no matter where we placed them. The serum wasn’t perfect, however. I had witnessed a rabbit interfere with the electronics in the lab, playing with the lights, before exploding into large fleshy chunks painting the metal prongs of its cage a startling gory red.
The rabbit’s in Jem’s arms were our only proof that the serum worked. They were our last surviving four. Subjects 2, 6, 10, and 15. I have to admit, subject 15 freaked me out. Fifteen’s ability was not yet known, but Kaian was sure that it was developing heightened intelligence. I didn’t know much about Fifteen, but from what I did know, there was no fucking way we could let Jem let the little guy run free.
Knowing what they were capable of, and what we could possibly lose if my colleague got his own way, snapped me out of my, “Aww they’re so cute,” trance. I stepped forward, cringing when I glimpsed remnants of the metal headset which had been drilled into Six’s skull.
“Give them here.” I said, and when Jem started to shake his head, I snapped. “Do you want to get fired?”
He wasn’t letting up. “They’re living things, Wren!”
I nodded, trying to keep my cool. “They are.” I said. “But they’re also valuable subjects—one of which can fucking teleport. I wouldn’t exactly say they’re normal rabbits.” I held my breath. “Look.” I gave up acting like I knew what the fuck I was talking about. “I don’t like it either, okay? It’s disgusting and immoral, and findings and psychokinetic abilities aside, I would be totally on your side if we didn’t have results.”
“But we do have results.” Kaian signed. He seemed to have snapped out of it too. “Give them back, Jem. They’re research subjects.”
“They’re rabbits! Have you guys lost your minds?”
“Yes.” Kaian signed. “It’s part of the job description, asshole.”
“You have a dog!” Jem shot back in a manic hiss. His expression was feral. I had never seen that kind of desperation, almost unbridled lucidity let loose. “It’s no different to your dog, right? Would you seriously put him through this? Would you stick a needle inside his skull?”
Kaian didn’t reply, his jaw clenching.
“No. You wouldn’t. So, why these guys, huh? Why are you willing to be cruel for the sake of science for these guys, but you wouldn’t fucking dream of doing this to your pets?” Jem took another shaky step back, so I figured hitting him with the hard truth would snap him out of it.
“It’s not the same,” Kaian seemed to be struggling, his hands trembling as he signed. “It’s… it’s different—”
“What’s different?” Jem demanded. “There’s no difference! If it were a rat I would feel the same way! We’re hurting living animals.”
“Your dad,” I said quickly, “Do you want to drag him into this?”
“Again.” Kaian started to sign, Riss elbowing him to shut up. It was no secret Jem and his father had been under fire back home after discovering a document he shouldn’t have. All he did was read it. According to the boy himself, he had the Men In Black In Black trying to crash through his door at 4am. Jem was lucky Professor Quincy decided to use his curiosity as a tool instead of sending his family to jail.
Jem blinked, like he was waking from a trance. “No.” He said, quickly, his resolve crumbling. My colleague allowed Kaian and Riss to take the subjects and put them back in their cages. I expected him to fight back, but the guy seemed weirdly fine with us taking the rabbits back, stumbling away from them like they were contagious.
With all subjects accounted for, we headed back to the dorms and ate dinner—and I remember running my hands through Jem’s hair, a little bit drunk on cocktails, and promising him that once Professor Quincy was finished with his research, he would let the rabbits go. I wasn’t completely sure of this myself, and it was just a friendly lie to make him feel better, considering he’d been acting weird all night. I had been lazily sipping water to sober myself up when the thought hit me.
It didn’t really make an impact, more of a passing thought. Did subject Fifteen have any influence over Jem’s mind?
Fifteen had already proved it could type a single sentence on a keyboard and tap on a tablet screen to identify certain fruits.
Was if possible that it had developed the ability to influence the brain? I wasn’t sure I wanted an answer to that. Anyway, we all headed to bed, and I made Jem promise he wouldn’t do something like that again. I still remember the way he’d looked at me, slightly confused, mouth open, like he had no idea what I was talking about. I figured he was just tipsy, and after frowning at me for way longer than necessary, Jem saluted me with a “Yeah, course I promise.”
Yeah, that promise lasted maybe six fucking hours.
I was spooning dry cereal in my mouth the next morning, trying to ignore the news bulletin on the TV, when we got the first call. Jem had broken into the lab two hours ago, and let the subjects run free. By the time I’d thrown myself into the lab, barely dressed, the others were already getting screamed at—and I mean SCREAMED at by Quincy. I glimpsed my colleagues through the glass window as I threw myself into a run towards the lab. It looked like they had been dragged out of bed.
Rissa was in her robe, Kaian and Jem half dressed. The three were sitting in the communal area looking like they wanted to sink into the earth, while Quincy’s voice reverberated back down the hallway.
When I stepped through automatic doors, our professor turned to me, his expression thunderous. “Wren!” He passive aggressively gestured to the others. “Why don’t you take a seat, hm?” His British accent was easy to tolerate usually, but that morning he sounded like a fucking Bond villain. I nodded and practically dived next to Risa, who looked like she was ten seconds from wrapping her hands around Jem’s neck. Kaian was glaring at his lap, ignoring the professor’s ASL, and Jem looked—well, he looked kind of confused.
“You’re late.” Quincy turned his piercing gaze to me.
“I’m five minutes early, Professor Quincy.” I said, glancing at the clock to make sure I was right.
The man didn’t respond, turning back to Jem. “As I was saying, I was just letting your colleague know that he has thrown quite a wrench in our plans. But no matter, we can fix this.” He cleared his throat. “Mr Saeueng.” Professor Quincy nodded to Kaian. “There are several research subjects in storage that I have been saving for these kinds of emergencies, “ He said. “Please retrieve them so we can continue working on this project. And hurry up."
Kaian paled. For a moment I thought he was going to barf. “Professor Quincy,” he started to sign, before pausing, “You ordered me to dispose of them two weeks ago,” He shot me a look, and I remembered the two of us loading a cage full of rats into a truck. “We don’t have them.”
The professor’s expression contorted, and he smiled. He… smiled. Like he thought it was funny. “Right.” He said in a breath. “You’re telling me,” He lifted his arm like he was going to strike each of us. And I sensed the four of us collectively wince. “You’re all telling me—all four of you, that our current research subjects are nowhere to be seen, our backup subjects have been disposed of, and I am supposed to be doing a presentation next week?"
His voice cracked. “Next week!” He repeated, beginning to pace, and I was starting to regret choosing my curiosity over my wellbeing. Sure, psychokinetic abilities are cool, right? Cracking open the human brain and discovering something magical, something out of this world, was a dream come true. We were witnessing history being made. What could fundamentally change the world.
But I was sitting inside a lab with a man who was clearly unhinged, thousands of miles from home, and no guarantee I would ever return home. A shiver slid down my spine when our professor stopped pacing up and down, and something seemed to light up in his eyes.
I saw it. Something in his brain… snapped. It was like seeing a real-life light bulb moment. “We’re okay.” He said, after a moment of silence. Quincy seemed to gather himself. “You’re dismissed. I will.. I will get my hands on new research subjects, do not worry about that.” His smile was far too big, and I nodded, relieved, and jumped to my feet, eager to make a quick getaway.
Jem stood up, grabbing his bag. “Will we have time?” He asked. “I mean… the presentation is next week, and we need to start over.”
“That’s right,” Riss was frowning. “Professor, where exactly are you going to get new subjects? Didn’t the college stop funding the project?”
“Hm? Oh, I have subjects,” he chuckled. “I have always had subjects, don’t worry. They have always been my last resort.”
I nodded. “So, do you have spare rats?”
“Makes sense.” Kaian signed. “I bet he has a secret batch somewhere.”
“Precisely, Kaian.” Professor Quincy nodded, a wide smile splitting his lips apart.
“So, rats?” I pressed. He still was yet to answer my question and I was growing anxious of what these subjects were.
It must have been rabbits, surely. Rabbits were our best shot at getting results. Rats worked well, I guessed. But not as good as rabbits.
He caught my eye, and something cold slipped down my spine when the man’s grin didn’t waver. “You could say they’re rats.” He seemed to be drinking me in, his gaze flicking up and down, from my head to my toes. “And don’t worry. They will be ready for the presentation. I will make sure."
“Well, that’s great.” Jem’s expression brightened. “So, we didn’t have to use rabbits after all, huh? Who would have thought.”
To my surprise, the professor was in unusually high spirits. After a lecture repeating his insistence that we had to supress our humanity for the sake of science (which was mostly aimed at Jem) He flocked to his desk, sorting through paperwork, and leaving the room several times to take part in phone calls. He must have really been pushing to get new living materials. I noticed his hands were quivering. Was it fear?
Without a word, Quincy left the lab with an armful of paperwork. When Riss asked what we were supposed to do, he told us to stay exactly where we were, while he retrieved new research materials. Great.
With the professor gone, it didn’t take long before Riss was trying to strangle Jem, acting like it was playful, but the look in her eyes definitely had a more nefarious intent.
Kaian, being the smartass of our group, was already sorting through our day’s work, as if we hadn’t just lost our subjects. The lab was pretty much our playground (The professor’s words, not mine) but there was a specific room which was out of bounds. Quincy called it the FAIL room, where all of his failed experiments were. Living or dead, or preserved in some weird solution, the exact reason I was convinced he was unhinged, was in that room. I didn’t realise it was unlocked, until a crashing sound sent me jumping up from my chair, my heart catapulting into my throat.
Jem and Rissa looked up from their work, and I noticed Kaian’s seat was empty.
“That sounds ominous.” Jem shot me a look. “Did he…”
“He didn’t.” I muttered, my gaze flicking to the other side of the room, where, to my surprise, the room which had always been out of bounds, was in fact open. Before I could hesitate or think of the consequences, I hurried to the door, coming to a grinding halt on the threshold.
I was aware of my colleague’s shadow several feet away from me. I was aware of the petrified look of fright carved into his face, and his eyes, wide, like he was staring into oblivion. Like the darkness had already taken him.
Instead of finding Kaian, I was seeing what I can only describe as several lumps piled on top of each other. When I got closer, forcing my feet into submission, those lumps bled into very human-like figures wrapped in see-through plastic. For a disorienting seconds, while my head spun around and around, a slithery paste crawling up my throat, I saw them as nothing but lumps of naked flesh bulging through plastic.
But then I was recognising faces, faces I knew--faces which had been mutilated, stained a startling scarlet like they had been dipped in the reddest paint available. I knew the first lump. Sara. She went home two weeks earlier due to illness. The following fleshy lump with its face ripped off, which I could no longer call human, was Thomas. He too went home for a family emergency and never came back.
Quincy said they had both requested to leave. He said they would miss us, but it was too much. Seeing what we were doing was too much for them. They couldn’t suppress their emotions. Sara and Thomas had never left. They never went home—they were right in front of me, reduced to chunks of flesh and bodily organs.
There was a white strip of paper attached to both of them, a single word written in bold lettering.
That word sent my stomach heaving, my feet stumbling back, and my body erupting into fight or flight.
Kaian twisted around, his face illuminated in dim light flickering from a bulb above.
“Out.” He signed, and it was the desperation in his eyes, the heaving breaths struggling from his lips, which got me moving. I was pressing my hand over my mouth, muffling a sharp scream ripping from my throat, when Kaian grabbed my arm and dragged me back. I was barely conscious of getting out of that room before the alarms started, sending me to my knees.
“What the hell is that?” Riss was next to me, her voice shrill.
Jem had his hands planted over his ears, his hand wrapped around a hysterical Kaian. “Wren, what is it? What’s in there?”
I couldn’t reply. Instead of trying to speak or explain, I grabbed her arm and dragged her to the door. Kaian and Jem were already on the hallway, and I was barely slipping back through the automatic doors, before they slammed shut, and a familiar voice crackled over the speakers. “Stay where you are.” Professor Quincy said. “We will be returning to work very soon. By the grace of god, I have found subjects.”
My blood ran ice-cold in my veins.
He was talking about us.
"What the fuck?!" Jem yelled. "What are you talking about?"
I didn’t think. I just ran. And sprinting down that hallway, which was familiar, which had always felt like a second home to me, I had no idea it would become my prison.
It would become the very hallway I would wish to die on.
The hallway I would be dragged down, day after day, while my mind was picked apart.
Ahead of us, the doors were shutting, red lights bathing our faces. I remember how scared they were. Jem, who reached the exit doors, slamming his fists into the glass. Riss, trying to override the mechanical lock. Kaian, who had given up, dropped onto his knees, and pulled them to his chest. When gas filled the air, I was still trying to get through the door. Riss had forced Kaian to his feet, and Jem was trying to find any weapon in his vicinity.
But there were no weapons. There was just the four of us against a gas which was quickly disorienting us. When black spots started to dance across my vision, and Jem’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his body dropping to the floor, I was thinking about Subject Fifteen. I was thinking about its beady eyes when I bit my lip and drilled into its tiny skull under my professor’s gaze. Riss dropped next.
Then Kaian.
I was quickly losing consciousness, my clammy head pressed against glass, clawing at the lock, when the thought hit me.
We deserved it.
For what we had done to those rabbits, playing god, and trying to turn them into something they weren’t—we deserved it.
Whatever my professor was planning to do to us, I had an inkling it would be far worse than what the rabbits had endured. We were going to suffer, I thought dizzily.
For science.
And I can tell you, three years later, as I currently share a hotel room with three murderers, my past self was fucking right.
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2023.02.02 22:09 jazzmandjango Advice on cart upgrade for Technics SL-100C

Hey all,
I just purchased a Technics SL-100C with a stock Audio-Technica AT-VM95C cart. From what I’ve read, the conical stylus isn’t anything to write home about, so should I keep the cart and pick up a better stylus that fits the VM95 like the Shibata or Microlinear, or pop for a bigger cartridge upgrade like a Grado, Ortofon or Nagoaka? Budget-wise, I can afford to pick up a new stylus immediately, whereas I’d prob want to hold off for a bigger investment in the cart.
I’ve got fairly eclectic musical taste, and will be playing jazz, funk, and classic rock along with the occasional hip hop and electronic record. Running my table into a Leak 230 and some Polk R100s (yes, the speakers are undoubtedly the more important upgrade spot but suffice it to say I’m going to wait until I’m in my next living situation before I upgrade the speakers). Also have some Sennheiser HD-650s for headphone listening.
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2023.02.02 22:09 Pretend_Hat8466 January 2023 empties!

January 2023 empties!
I'm still trying to figure out the format for this kind of posts.
2023 is going to be a no/low buy year for me.I'm reducing consumption of the new products, but increasing consumption of the products I already have!
Overview of the items I have used so far:
1. DIY Candle
2. DIY Candle
3. DIY Candle
--- Price: $0
--- Date of Purchase: I made them in the end of November 2022
--- Thoughts: These are not really $0, because I purchased Soy Wax, Jars and Wicks. I didn't like how they came out. The flame was low, they tunneled very bad and had small to no throw. I should've used 2 wicks and added more fragrance. Unfortunately I have another 15 made already...
4. WoodWick Trilogy - Fireside Redwood Sandalwood Clove
--- Price: $19.88 (Walmart online)
--- Date of Purchase: Nov 11 2020
--- Thoughts: I like these candles. Nice crackling sound, clean burn. I bit pricey. The throw is okay (perhaps, my candle was too old)
--- Repurchase: yes, if under $20
5. WoodWick - Flickering Fireside Poplar & Pine Teakwood
--- Price: $19 (BB&B)
--- Date of Purchase: Unknown
--- Thoughts: I liked it, no complaints. The flame is a bit too large and looked dangerous even after I'd trim the wick
--- Repurchase: yes, if under $15
1. Leoben - Peppermint Twist
--- Price: $7.99 (TJMaxx)
--- Date of Purchase: Nov 2022
--- Thoughts: The smell was unexpectedly nice. It does smell like Peppermint sweet bon-bons! The throw was strong considering the size of the candle. I am not sure if I screwed up the first burn, but I did have the tunneling issue with that candle - I was able to fix it with foil/torch and spooning the wax out. Lasted maybe 10 evenings, which is good considering the size.
--- Repurchase: yes, I liked it and it has a unique scent
2. Leoben - Vanilla Noel
--- Price: $7.99 (TJMaxx)
--- Date of Purchase: Nov 2022
--- Thoughts: Clean burn without issues (unlike the peppermint one). There is nothing unique about the scent though - it has a typical sweet vanilla cookie-ish fragrance. The throw wasn't strong enough to be present when burning this one together with the Peppermint Twist (the latter would outpower it). Lasted around 10 evenings
--- Repurchase: 50/50. The price was good, the burn was nice. It's just wasn't unique enough
3. Homesick - Ski Trip
--- Price: $9.99 (HomeGoods)
--- Date of Purchase: Nov 2022
--- Thoughts: Clean burn without issues. Strong throw. The scent felt of the high quality (it smells like fireplace/amber). I feel like this candle burned out too quickly though
--- Repurchase: probably yes (at this price point)
4. Market Candle Collection - Bonfire Nights
--- Price: $14.99 (HomeGoods)
--- Date of Purchase: Dec 2022
--- Thoughts: Large jar, 3 wicks. Had some small tunneling issues that would get fixed on their own after very long burns. Good throw, lasted pretty long
--- Repurchase: I would definitely try to find other scents from this brand if the price is under $20
1. OleHenriksen - Wonderfeel Double Cleanser
--- Price: $16.99 (TJMaxx online)
--- Date of Purchase: Feb 4 2022
--- Thoughts: I hated this sooooo much and couldn't wait to finish it. I kept it in the downstairs bathroom and only used it at night. I tend to have shiny oily skin with clogged pores. I was fooled by the name 'Double Cleanser' thinking it would be strong as that orange Neutrogena. But in the winter I do prefer the more mild face wash that moisturizes skin. This one felt like washing my face with hand cream - it would leave film/oily residue on my face and on the sink. It didn't remove mascara. I had to follow it with Clinique lotion for oily skin and eye lid cleanser, otherwise I just felt like dirty and sweaty panda
--- Repurchase: Absolutely not
2. Eva-Nyc Lazy Jane Air Dry Shampoo
--- Price: $6.99 or $7.99 (TJMaxx)
--- Date of Purchase: Aug 2022
--- Thoughts: Husband's shampoo. He has shortish bob length fine hair. Never heard any complaints from him and his hair looked good. This tiny bottle lasted 6 month
--- Repurchase: Yes
3. Jurlique - Restoring Shower Gel - Lemon, Geranium & Clary Sage
--- Price: $12.99 (TJMaxx online)
--- Date of Purchase: Sep 15 2021
--- Thoughts: Smells lovely and lathers very good
--- Repurchase: Would try in other scents if under $15
4. Pacha Soap Co - Unknown Scent (smelled like lipstick in a way)
--- Price: around $5 I think, sold per Oz (Whole Foods)
--- Date of Purchase: Sep 2022
--- Thoughts: Smells okay, lasted only few washes
--- Repurchase: Doesn't worth the price imo
1 Mesomatrix - Revital Express Gel Mask (not sold in the US)
--- Price: free sampler
--- Date of Purchase: May 2022
--- Thoughts: Didn't notice any effect
--- Repurchase: Wouldn't buy the large version
2. Dr.Jart+ - Ceramidin Facial Barrier Sheet Mask
--- Price: $2.60 each (TJMaxx online, sold in 5pk)
--- Date of Purchase: Jul 9 2020
--- Thoughts: Nourishing. I don't think it does anything to my skin, to be honest
--- Repurchase: No
3. EcoTools - eyeshadow applicators
--- Price: unknown (TJMaxx or Marshalls)
--- Date of Purchase: Unknown, probably 2018
--- Thoughts: I liked them. I found them during my skincare purge. They've dried out and turned into rocks.
--- Repurchase: Yes
4. Julep - Lid Armour - eyeshadow base
--- Price: $4.99 (Marshalls online)
--- Date of Purchase: Aug 23 2020
--- Thoughts: I didn't like it and used only few times. I found it in a drawer during my skincare purge - it dried out completely
--- Repurchase: No
1. Curad - Eye Patch
--- Price: $2.72 for 20 (Amazon)
--- Date of Purchase: Nov 21 2022
--- Thoughts: I patch one of my eyes at night to keep it closed (I have dry eyes). Good price, but I had a few issues keeping it stuck and in place. Sometimes it would fall off by the morning
--- Repurchase: Maybe, but I'm exploring different options now (like silicone tapes)
2. Nature's Bounty - Valerian Root
--- Price: Unknown
--- Date of Purchase: Unknown
--- Thoughts: Husband's
--- Repurchase: Yes
3. Trader Joe's - Hand Sanitizer Spray - Grapefruit & Lemon
--- Price: $2.99 (Trader Joe's)
--- Date of Purchase: Unknown
--- Thoughts: Does the job well, may be a bit too drying in winter
--- Repurchase: Yes
4. Supplements - Misc
--- Price: varies, unknown
--- Date of Purchase: Unknown
--- Thoughts: Honestly, I don't know if they work. I didn't notice Genius Mushrooms's effect, perhaps, I wasn't consistent taking it.
--- Repurchase: Yes for GABA & B-12. I would consider getting another nootropic instead of Genius Mushrooms
1. B&BW - Wallflowers - Strawberry Snowflake
--- Price: $3.95 (B&BW online)
--- Date of Purchase: Dec 8 2022
--- Thoughts: The smell was very strong, but not my profile in particular
--- Repurchase: Maybe, if under $4
2. Glade - Cookie Caramel Rush
--- Price: $3.02 (Amazon)
--- Date of Purchase: Aug 22 2022
--- Thoughts: Delicious moderate smell
--- Repurchase: Yes
3. AirWick - Plug-in Refill - Lavender
--- Price: unknown (BJ's)
--- Date of Purchase: unknown
--- Thoughts: One of my all time favorites
--- Repurchase: Definitely yes
4. AirWick - Metered Spray Refill - Warm Apple Crumble
--- Price: $6.66 (Amazon)
--- Date of Purchase: Aug 24 2021
--- Thoughts: The scent is nice but very weak even in really small bathroom
--- Repurchase: No, too weak
1&2. Economix - Gel Pens Black and Blue (not sold in the US)
--- Price: Unknown, probably around $0.50 each
--- Date of Purchase: Unknown, probably 2017
--- Thoughts: One of my favorite pens. Very ergonomic design. Line is thin but smooth.
--- Repurchase: Definitely yes, if I'd get a chance.
3. Muji - Grid Notebook Refill - 50 sheets
--- Price: $2.90 (Muji)
--- Date of Purchase: Oct or Nov 2022
--- Thoughts: I like these. So far one of the best notebooks I had. The price is good too.
--- Repurchase: Definitely yes
  1. Pilot - Black 0.38 Gel Pen
--- Price: Unknown
--- Date of Purchase: Unknown
--- Thoughts: I absolutely hate this one (And I have one more in 0.38 point + one in 1.0 point. I'd use 0.38 for the sake of already having it, but will give 1.0 away). While it gives out a thin line, the pen itself is very thick and uncomfortable to hold. It almost felt like holding a thick pipe with my fingers
--- Repurchase: Never
1. Atelier Cologne - Orange Sanguine
--- Price: $2.43 Sampler
--- Date of Purchase: Nov 2022 (TJMaxx)
--- Thoughts: Lovely happy orange scent. This brand is notorious for its weak performance, but I feel like this particular one stayed long enough.
--- Repurchase: I may've considered to purchase the large bottle, but I have too many full-sized perfumes to last me a lifetime
2. Burberry - Her
--- Price: free sampler (Macy's)
--- Date of Purchase: Apr 9 2022
--- Thoughts: I liked it. It smells vibrant and fresh, very young-female profile. I tend to like more complex perfumes though. This one has typical pink juice scent. Very safe choice.
--- Repurchase: Not for myself, but could make a good gift for someone
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2023.02.02 22:09 Anxious-Abrocoma-630 what can I do to feel okay? I'm so lost

i lost my dog of over 15 years. he was my everything. literally ive been so depressed and had so much happen and he was my everything. I don't know how to cope. I work at home so he was everywhere, do I go on a trip? I want to stay close by for his energy. I'll be sad wherever I go. what helped you?
I know his spirit is still around, but the loss of him in this physical dimension is so heartbreaking. I've been crying for 2 days and I don't know how to stop, except for brief periods of looking at his photos or writing of him when my mind is actively living in the moments when he was here. during all my anxiety attacks he could calm me down cause he was always so cute and loving. but now my panic is from him being gone, his cuteness cant distract me from this pain. all I can do is look at pictures and throw myself into the past. we came together when I was 17 and spent over 15 years together. he's been a part of my entire adult life. I don't remember life without him, other than not knowing exactly what I was missing. now I know. he was my everything. my whole world. my world revolved around keeping him content. I couldn't do anything in my house without a little yip, calling me to come get him and then he'd stay close to me, and I'd drop everything and go to him right when I heard his high pitched quick bark letting me know he needed me. it's too quiet without that. I don't know how people get over losses like this. he was intertwined with me. it was me and him against everything, no matter what, i always had his beautiful face to make me feel better and loved. I always had his well being to look after, him to protect, him to keep me going. I dont want to know a life without him. I want to go back in time and stay with him even if I'd be stuck forever. I can't do anything that doesn't remind me of him because he was everywhere with my attention always revolving around him. even when I was away I'd have nightmares of threats to him and me fighting to keep him safe. but he'd be safe when I got back, but i couldnt stop this, and hes not physically safe anymore, the nightmares are now reality. I haven't slept through the night in years because he'd be pretty active through the night, but that was better than waking up without his face here. I have nightmares consistently but I'd wake up to him and I could calm down. his snoring was the most soothing sound. I dont even have a livingroom set up because he preferred to be on my bed, so I moved my couch to my room and guests could hang out where walt wanted to be. cause he always came first before everyone for me. he wouldn't fully rest until I was on the bed with him, his body language immediately relaxed when I'd sit down, and now my bed is so empty. but i dont want to leave it cause it was his favorite place, and i want to be in his energy. even when I'd get up to go to the bathroom, if he was fast asleep he'd be awake and alert at the edge of the bed waiting for me when I got back a minute later, if he didn't yip to me to come get him first. he wouldnt rest until we were together. now i walk back to an empty bed, with just the memory of such a loving being waiting there. I don't want to know what life without him is like I just want him back. 2 weeks ago I was so sick I could have died and I sat there contemplating what to do, to let myself just fade out or fight for my health. and I looked at his beautiful face and knew there's no way I could leave him, he lived for me. he gave me a reason to fight and now he's been taken from me. I've been through so much trauma in these last years but I always had him to cuddle with and pour all my love into. through covid it was literally just me and him. I had no friends or family in the country I moved to, for almost 2 years no one traveled to visit (and covid started with me being cheated on then ghosted). but i was never fully alone, it was me and him. just us, together 24/7 for years. he came everywhere with me, always right by my side or waiting to be back, and I was always rushing through life to get back to him, through all the traumatic events. and now, physically, he's gone. I had to place his perfect little body, now cold, stiff and lifeless, in a box to rest forever. I'll never feel his little paws on me claiming his love for me, never pet his big soft head, never look into his loving beautiful eyes exchanging our energy again. I don't know how people recover from losses like this. I don't want it to be real. I've gone through loss before, I've gone through so much before, but this...I don't know how to move forward without him. I miss him so much. I know people do it, but I don't know how. I know life goes on but I don't want it to without him.
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2023.02.02 22:09 perfumedude112 Maximising quality of life

Long story short I was hospitalised for 24 hours due to the doctor seeing signs of a blood clot in my lungs. They ran a bunch of tests and were very serious when they told me I might be in very very bad health. Those 24 hours went by so slow, I sat up all night worrying for my life. They finally concluded with bronchitis and I was sent home. I really thought I might die and it opened my eyes to his valuable life and health is. I need tips on how to maximise my health to the best degree. I use test E, almost a gram a week. I smoke cigarettes and weed (quit cigarettes mostly but still smoke weed for my anxiety). I have a slight inflammation in the sack surrounding the heart. I have family history of both strokes and heart attacks. I have a high chance of developing Alzheimer’s because of family history. Is there any supplements I can use to strengthen my memory, and improving my lungs and heart? I’m planning on staying cardio daily but I walk (a lot). Any tips? I’m 21 years old and from Norway if that matters.
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2023.02.02 22:09 Humble-Effort216 How can I overcome perfectionism and analysis paralysis?

I am guilty of constantly Googling and looking up on YouTube the right answers. I am always searching for the next best thing, and looking for how to spend my time perfectly, yet spend it searching for these things. It’s an effective form of procrastination…
“What is the right productivity system?” “What is the right workout routine?” “What is the right decision?” “What are the top 10 life hacks?” “How do i even live?”
I cannot start anything or do anything without looking up how to properly do it or how to properly do it the best way. I came home from college and am now at home taking two easy online courses. I’m 19 y/o and have no job. I’m an only child, and I am incredibly lonely, since my friends are off at college.
How can I overcome this perfectionism and make the following months the best I can?
Help is appreciated, God bless
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2023.02.02 22:09 derangermouse We Hum Together

Frustrations linger like a bad taste.
Imprisoned by our own imagery.
Seeking comfort, but left alone to fend.
Instant gratification, led by temptation.
Comforts of home bring peace to the heart.
It is the love we bring to lighten the lonely dark,
For in the end, like stars above, we hum together.
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2023.02.02 22:08 Disastrous_Let4428 (AM) has become angry with me (WF) over US racial issues

My AM friend and I became more. We were head over heels for each other for months, but he went home to his family for a few months. While he's been there he's been getting increasingly grumpy with me and just generally shutting down. I finally confronted him about this and discovered he had been obsessing over stories of aggression towards Asians in America, and was assuming this was how I felt too. Never once have I given this impresssion. In fact, I have always listened to him and wanted him to share more about himself. This was just him filling in the blanks because he was no longer communicating with me (his choice!).
The area I live in is very AMWF positive. The majority of racial mix at my school was a result of this pairing, not B/W or AFWM, and has been like this for some generations. I have told him about this, but he's says he's unwilling to risk a visit while "tensions are high between the West and East". Yet, he just recently took a trip to Britain with his family.
I am so hurt right now that he has basically been making me his scapegoat for anger over the news, but I want to hear from other people in this pairing. Is this racial aggression a concern for you as well? Is my guy just being a jerk? I don't want to discredit his concerns but he isn't handling this well with me at all. It isn't my fault the news gets printed this way. Any advice?
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2023.02.02 22:08 maxpoor Selling some of my Laker gear to make rent this month, hope you can share this post with others!

Hi there Laker friends, I am hoping to get some help. I was recently injured (got a wood splinter in my cornea) and lost about a week and half worth of work and that has set me back big time and now I have pirate mode engaged. I have been in a bad economic spot for a few months now but through out it all I have never been late on rent and as it stands today I don't have enough to pay my landlord fully and won't be able to until the end of the month when next months rent will become due. Of course I am freaking out a bit but since I normally work full time I know I can catch up next month as I am back to working normally again today, against the wishes of my doctor. If you are interested in helping me, reach out or share this post. Go Lakers!
I will be selling off a host of what I consider to be valuable belongings across the relevant subreddits but the three Laker related ones are as follows.
1) Lebron Witness 7 Shoes, worn once. Size 10.5 Black/University Gold-Lilac
2) Lebron #23 Lore Series 19-20 Season Jersey
3) Last but not least, the Kobe Retirement letter handed out on the day he made the announcement. I was lucky enough to be at that game. My letter is in storage at my mothers house but I can get it quickly, and sell it for whoever is interested. It pains me to let it go but, you know, it is what it is.
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2023.02.02 22:08 Iamjimmym Need some advice... should I stay or should I go?

So here's the situation. I hadn't talked to my parents in about a week, so I called them around midnight last night. We chatted for about ten minutes and the conversation was winding down.
Then the conversation went something along the lines of: dad: "oh I'm seeing my brother tomorrow. It's been about a year." "Oh, wow, that's good! Glad to hear that." "Yeah, well.." (mom in the background) "tell him what you guys are doing.." "oh so we're going to go fishing, we're meeting up at around 6, then in the morning we're going fishing at a lake." "Oh very coo!, you guys will enjoy that." "Yeah. It'll be nice catching up." "For sure for sure." "Oh and Matt said he's joining us (mom from the background "you didn't tell me that..") so we'll be going down to the lake." "Oh. Ok, yeah that's great. Which lake?" "Oh, and Ryan heard Matt was coming so he took the rest of the week off to come too.." "which lake? Maybe.." (mom "maybe you want to tag along? Does he want to go? Ask, Bob.") Me: "I mean it sounds like fun! I'd be-" "well it's going to be really really cold, like 20 degrees." ("Ok yeah so? You guys went to Montana it was -12..") talking to my mom "I dont know honey I'd have to.. ok Jim, well that's all the news that is the news.." ("Jim do you want to go?") "I guess I'll think on it overnight and let you know in the morning.."
So here we are. Morning. I've never been someone who enjoys "tagging along" feeling like I wasn't originally invited and inviting myself into something I shouldn't be at. But my uncle's in his late 70's, dad late 60's and who knows how many more opportunities there will be for something like this (none. There will be none.) but I just can't shake the feeling that.. I'm not wanted at this one. My dad didn't tell me anything leading up to it until the night before leaving, only mentioned it 'in passing' essentially an afterthought during a boring conversation, and I just dont feel right interjecting myself into someone else's plans. My brother? "Oh cool! Can I come?" With no shame and he'd be one of the boys, as he's done numerous times in the past with my dad and uncle. I just dont have that relationship with either of them even though I crave it so badly.
What do I do? I'm leaning towards staying home, and/or just hanging with my mom to keep her company for awhile while my dads gone, play some games (she has health and mobility issues as well). I also had a premonition/dream last night that if I went with my dad, our fate would be met head on with a logging truck on a two-lane highway on the way to fish, avoided only by my dad riding in my uncle's truck as opposed to driving him/myself. Really leaning towards not going. But why is my family like this? Why not invite your son to go fishing? I dont get it. I have two young boys myself and would never imagine not inviting them unless there was a really good reason, it's not like we do this all the time (haven't been fishing in years and years together and we, I assume we, both miss it as it was something we bonded over when I was a kid). Oy. Sorry for the long ranting.
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2023.02.02 22:08 DarthNarcissa How can I protect my damaged nails while they grow out/get them to grow out faster?

I started dabbling in at-home full cover gel tips late last summer. Two really rough removals damaged my poor nails something awful and I'm still waiting for the damage to grow out. Since then, I have done structure gel, press-ons, and a set of Glamnetic nails (gentle, water soluble glue. Saw no damage at all on the new growth areas!). They're currently naked and it looks like the last of the damaged has reached the tips. I've filed them down fairly short and three have already broken. I'm used to having long natural nails and having them this short is driving me nuts! What can I put on them to protect them from breaking? Anything out there that will get them to grow a bit faster?
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2023.02.02 22:08 stardust1771 Need advice on organising my dissertation

So I’m a MSc Organisational Psychology student about to start my dissertation. Normally, in my school, this is a solo project, meaning you organise all the research - and the nature of my school means that the ethics approval only covers typical work related studies e.g., surveys and interviews.
I am interested in human factors psychology, an albeit smaller branch of organisational psychology, and by pure luck I managed to land an internship at an aerospace organisation, doing some human factors research on cockpit performance(!). Anyway, the study is an experimental design, and unfortunately is not covered by my schools ethics approval, meaning that I have to seek approval through the central ethics board at the university. On top of this, the research I will be conducting is outside of my home country, so not only am I gaining approval from my university, but also from the organisation itself.
In order to meet the timeline of my internship, I am now bound by a very tight deadline, and have to get many affairs in order (proposal, ethical consideration etc) as well as liaising between both my university and the organisation, and I am well and truly in over my head. I have never done this before, and the limited research experience I already have did not include ethics applications. My suggested deadline is 8th March.
So, what I need advice on is organisation. How can I organise myself in such a way that I can be both flexible if something goes wrong, but also able to meet my deadline. For me, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity and if successful, will open up many doors for myself in the future, but I feel as though I’ve been thrown in the deep end. Please can anyone suggest ways of organisation that maximise productivity and working to a tight deadline?
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2023.02.02 22:08 sizzzzilla [REQ]($350)(#Denver, PA, US)(Repay $450 2/24/23) (PayPal, Venmo)

was a recent layoff early this year and have rent due this weekend. repay 24th at the latest, probably closer to the 18th. thanks in advance for reading
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