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2023.02.03 03:00 catreligion affordable decent tea?

I grew up on southern sweet tea usually made with red rose tea, and I still like that but in my 30s I enjoy less sugar and more variety of teas. I like all teas except earl gray idk why, I like oolong, white, green, matcha, black, chai and a bunch of ones I've been gifted through the years and bought. It's rare I find a tea cheap or expensive I don't like.
Lately I drink Davidson English Breakfast as my daily bulk tea and seems to be as cheap as loose leaf gets, is there a cheaper good tea that cost less? I prefer loose leaf but bag is ok too
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2023.02.03 01:44 EvitoQQ Retro Joshi #402: AJW November 29, 1998 - AJW 30th Anniversary - Hall of Fame in Yokohama Arena aka 'Nightmare Slam'

Retro Joshi #402: AJW November 29, 1998 - AJW 30th Anniversary - Hall of Fame in Yokohama Arena aka 'Nightmare Slam'
AJW 30th Anniversary Memorial - Hall of Fame 11/29/1998 Yokohama Arena, Yokohama, Kanagawa
Well, we had Dream Slam in 1993, and we might as well call this one Nightmare Slam in 1998. It’s a such a sad event. You want to talk about nails in the coffin? This is a big one for Zenjo. This show was an absolute disaster on every level, and there are no positives for the company to be found. The Matsunaga’s decided to book Yokohama Arena and announced a fake attendance of 7,750 with the real number being 5,000 tops out of a 17,000 seat building. They brought in the other companies for an interpromotional show (with the exception of NEO, I guess Kyoko didn’t want to be part of it), but unlike the 25th Anniversary Dream Slam when Zenjo was the top dog by miles, the Matsunaga’s have nothing to offer the other companies anymore (LLPW have happily been taking advantage of that). They brought in Chigusa Nagayo to main event, thinking she was still a big draw, and a match with Manami Toyota, combined with the legends would draw a big house. The problem was that Nagayo hadn’t been a big draw in a long time and was old news by 1998 (her own company was still at Korakuen level), and Toyota wasn’t a big draw in the first place. To get Nagayo to participate, they had to put her bogus AAAW World Single Title belt over their own WWWA World Single Title, and put her over their biggest star. Speaking of the WWWA World Single Title, Kandori didn’t even defend the belt on this show, which was ridiculous, she’s probably the top drawing woman, at least for interpromotional matches and they stuck her in a useless midcard tag match with no drawing power. The Matsunaga’s even let their big heel team they’d invested all year in (ZAP) get massacred and buried by Shark & Eagle. In fact, out of ten matches on the card, Zenjo only picked up falls in three matches, one was a midget so that doesn’t even count, and the other two were in junior matches over an IWA Japan wrestler and a Jd’ wrestler.
I don’t think there is anything they could have done to sell out Yokohama Arena at this point, but for arguments sake, I think they could have sold 10-13k tickets with a Crush Gals reunion because that hadn’t been done yet, put them against ZAP (the opponents wouldn’t really matter) and do an old school Dump match with all the gimmicks and mayhem. And, maybe a Manami Toyota vs. Shinobu Kandori rematch for the red belt, not necessarily ideal, but it sold 4,300 tickets the first time (you couldn’t do Hotta because Kandori already had multiple victories over her and was dropping the belt back to her later on).
Another large part of this show’s believed drawing power was the Hall of Fame ceremony, they inducted a who’s who of legends of the past into the Zenjo Hall of Fame. I thought the Dream Slam legends segment was great, it was one segment and it was fun. This on the other hand, wasn’t good, it was cool to see Beauty Pair, a totally transformed Bull Nakano only two years after she quit wrestling and all the others, but they kept inducting people throughout the show between matches, and everyone gave speeches, so it took a really long time and was the reason the show went for over 7 hours (thankfully it isn’t that long on the tape), and with a such a weak card, the fans were not happy with the length of the show, so it just turned out to be yet another mark against it.
Onto the opening ceremony, and we started things off in sad fashion, you can see a sea of empty seats, it was only five years ago that they had to delay the ceremony by 30 minutes because they weren’t prepared for such a big turnout and were still getting people into the building. At least they’ve finally retired that shabby old mat cover with the black logo on it and got a new one, I’m not a fan of the new red 30th anniversary one, but I wasn’t a fan of black logo cover anyway and they hadn’t replaced it at all since 1993 so it was fucked.
Opening Act: Yuki Lee & Sachie Nishibori vs. Chikako Shiratori & ZAP Isozaki (7:27)
It’s not a good sign when Shiratori is the best worker in the match, and not by a close margin. It wasn’t a bad match, it was just useless because they barely did anything. Shiratori looked pretty good… well she always looks good but I mean her heel wrestling looked good, but she’s not good enough to drag three scrubs up to a good match. ZAP Isozaki got to get a win for a change, pinning Nishibori. *1/2
A Typhoon: Momoe Nakanishi & Miyuki Fujii vs. Rie Tamada & Mika Akino (8:52)
Unsurprisingly, Momoe was the best one in the match, but surprisingly, Akino was the second best. I’d have much preferred to just see a singles match between them. Tamada wrestled just like she’d never left Zenjo, doing her usual junior offense, which shows how much she’s grown in the last year and Fujii barely was in the match at all, which wasn’t a bad thing, her only job in the match really was to eat the pin, which came courtesy of a Tamada missile dropkick. **
Men & Women & Midget Dangerous Super Mixed Match: Yuki Ishikawa, Gran Naniwa, Emi Motokawa & Tomezo Tsunokake vs. Alexander Otsuka, Yone Genjin, Kanako Motoya & Little Frankie
Stupid comedy match with a bunch of goofs and poor Motoya stuck in amongst them. It was one of Zenjo’s only wins on the show with Frankie pinning Tsunokake. Pass.
J Typhoon: Nanae Takahashi & Tomoko Kuzumi vs. Tomoko Miyaguchi & Rieko Amano (15:54)
One of the best matches on the card, but a match you’d see done better in the midcard of a JWP show, and without Takahashi, who was way below the JWP girls. Actually, Takahashi is improving, and wasn’t bad here as Kuzumi’s partner, she’s at least using her bulk well now, but she doesn’t really have anything interesting to offer either. They didn’t do much other than roll out their spots, but the work was good and it was an entertaining match. Kuzumi pinned Miyaguchi in her Michinoku driver. ***
AJW Tag Title Match: Yuko Kosugi & Sumie Sakai vs. Miho Wakizawa & Kayo Noumi
The Jd’ team were miles ahead of their opponents again with Sakai being the best one in the match. Zenjo have to push MihoKayo as a junior tag team because of the state of the company, but boy are they not ready for it. Miho is really sloppy, even on the most basic moves and Noumi really only has one year experience, and certainly hasn’t picked it up like Sakai has. Noumi pinned Sakai with a strange version of Northern Light’s suplex where she grabbed the arms, Sakai kicked out at 3.1. Decent enough match. **
All Pacific Title Match: Kumiko Maekawa vs. Yasha Kurenai (16:29)
Zenjo continue killing the prestige of their belts. Maekawa had sat on the white belt for months and really could have used a good defense here, but they gave it to Yasha of all people. Kandori with the red belt made sense (although the way they just let it rot on her doesn’t), Yasha with the white belt really didn’t. This match was okay and probably as good as it could have been, they should’ve brought in Harley because she could have a really good match with Maekawa. Neither of these two can carry a match or have much offense, and they were going moderately long. This just meandered along with tons of pointless submissions that felt like nothing more than time killing time. Yasha got the run at the end, and the finish still seemed out of nowhere when she won with a sloppy belly to belly suplex from the top rope. Maekawa was kicking and flailing about but couldn’t get her shoulder up and Yasha won the belt. *3/4
L Typhoon: Takako Inoue & Noriyo Tateno vs. Shinobu Kandori & Harley Saito (15:27)
Rumi’s more than happy to take advantage of the hapless Matsunaga’s and we got more rotten booking on display here, you’d think Tateno would’ve taken the loss, but nope, no LLPW wrestlers are losing on this show. First of all, wasting Kandori in a pointless tag match, and second, actually giving Takako some much needed credibility as the #3 in the company by getting some good near falls on Kandori, and then pissing all of that away by having her submit at the end. It was certainly an LLPW paced match (ie; slow), and there was too much sitting around in holds to say it was a really good match, but the Kandori vs. Takako exchanges were surprisingly good, and easily the highlight of the match (and maybe even the show as a whole). Tateno was just there to drag the match down and Harley didn’t get to do a lot. After a run of near falls and a good submission attempt from Takako, Kandori reversed and got a quick submission win. ***
It's Wrong! Super Heel Tag Match: ZAP I & ZAP T vs. Eagle Sawai & Shark Tsuchiya (10:38)
More ass-backward booking here. As if flushing the credibility of their own titles down the crapper wasn’t enough, the Matsunaga's flushed their own heel tag team with them. ZAP got jumped at the start, spent the whole match being beaten on by Eagle, Shark and all the G-MAX goons, they unmasked, no one helped ZAP, there was next to no wrestling, just horrible brawling. They ended up handcuffing Ito, and Eagle eventually won this shitshow by pinning Watanabe. You'd think this sort of match would have ended the ZAP experiment and Ito & Watanabe would just go back to being themselves, but nope, the Matsunaga's still tried to make them a credible heel team after this assassination. -*
LEGEND OF WWWA Former Belt Holders 6 Woman Tag: Jaguar Yokota, Devil Masami & Lioness Asuka vs. Aja Kong, Dynamite Kansai & Yumiko Hotta (30:00)
Slow paced but well worked and well paced match. Lioness and Aja were the only ones who seemed fired up, Kansai and Jaguar were both good, Devil and Hotta were at their usual shitty standard for 1998. It was a really good match in a vacuum, but that’s all it was, there was no great story, no dissention between Jaguar and Lioness, who were enemies in Jd’ etc. There were a few neat exchanges at the start and good, solid work, but not much happened for about the first 10 minutes. Kansai got things going giving Lioness a working over and hitting a Splash Mountain for a good, early near fall. The match got good from there with Lioness being the standout. The big highlight was Devil press slamming Jaguar onto their opponents on the outside, then Kansai leveling her, setting up Kansai, Aja and Hotta all doing topes. Kansai tried to do her Die Hard to Jaguar but Jaguar rana’d her from the top, the spot wasn’t well executed but it looked cool anyway and made for a good near fall. Kansai’s night turned into a disaster afterward when Jaguar followed up with a Fisherman’s Buster, which was badly blown and injured Kansai. That was unfortunate, but it got silly afterward as they continued working over Kansai, and Lioness gave her a Liger Bomb which was disturbing to watch, Plum’s death wasn’t that long ago… Kansai could barely get up for it, much less take the bump right and she crashed on the back of her head and it completely knocked her out. Kansai received a serious concussion and was out for months. Aja made the save and the time expired 20 seconds later. ***1/4
THE DREAM CAME TRUE AAAW Title Match: Chigusa Nagayo vs. Manami Toyota (14:42)
This entire show was a fiasco, so we might as well end it with a steaming turd. We’re deep into Chigusa Hogan territory at this point. She is so lazy on her own shows and all of her athleticism is long gone, she does nothing but those short sprints, taking cheap shortcuts to get pops with ridiculous no-selling and drags all of her own talent down with her, so there was no reason to expect anything better here. Toyota German Suplexed Chigusa at the start and Toyota went for her missile dropkick spot, and Chigusa stood there daring to Toyota jump, at least Toyota didn’t because that would just buried the whole spot. Chigusa can’t work longer than 10 minutes anymore (and even that’s usually her limit in tags) and she had to go 15 here, so they spent a bunch of time sitting around mainly in a figure four. Chigusa made sure to no-sell a Toyota dropkick in amongst the portion, laughing it off and hitting a leg lariat. Toyota did her missile dropkick on the floor, which she always does, but it was probably the highlight of this match. She followed it up with springboard onto a table, but she doesn’t seem to be able to do it hands-free anymore. Toyota tried to follow it up with a moonsault but Chigusa moved. Chigusa no sold a dragon screw and did her own, then Toyota did a really sad rolling cradle, the slowest I’ve seen her do because it’s all Chigusa can handle. Chigusa came back again with a leg lariat, which went wrong, I guess Toyota was supposed to pull up on the ropes but forgot so she just no-sold it instead. They went into a fucking stupid no-sell sequence after Toyota German Suplexed Chigusa for two. Chigusa came back with a Death Valley Bomb, Toyota popped up and did a sloppy Japanese Ocean Drop, Toyota tried her Manami Roll but Chigusa turned it into her Running Three. Toyota popped up from that and went for the JOCS, she did a sloppy version of that and Chigusa popped up. Chigusa botched her Super Freak and it looked pathetic, and both sold that. Yes, all this no-selling gets a reaction, but so would taking a shit in the ring and I wouldn't praise that either. Chigusa did a good powerbomb afterward for a one count. Chigusa went up and Toyota went for a Victory Star Drop but they both fucked it up and it ended up looking like Toyota sort of dragging Chigusa down on top of her. Toyota tried another JOCS, but Chigusa slipped out of it and locked in a manjigatame for the submission. Toyota losing to Kandori by submission is one thing, Toyota losing to Chigusa by a submission that was never a finisher before is really weak. This was truly horrible wrestling and even worse than that shitty Chigusa vs. KAORU match that I hated. 1/2*
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2023.02.03 00:22 Rare_Remove_1750 Bathroom Ceiling Heat Lamp -- I could really use some advice or assistance

A few years ago, as a birthday present to my partner, I had heat lamp professionally installed in the ceiling of our master bathroom. We have a fairly large, open shower, and it's positioned inside the shower near the entrance, in approximately the area where you dry off after you're done showering. My partner gets the chills in odd ways and I thought this would be helpful to him (as well as providing both of us with a little bit of luxury).
I purchased the heat lamp at Lowe's or Home Depot (forget which since it's been a few years). You could choose a red bulb or a regular sort of bulb, and I picked the red one, because I have fond memories of those from the cheap motels we stayed in during the 1970s when I was a kid on those few trips my family took together.
Remember those? Even the floor under them would get hot because the bulbs provided so much heat. They were always on a timer dial that was mounted on the wall.
So anyhow, the one that I had installed provides NO HEAT WHATSOEVER. At least, not any more than you get from a regular incandescent bulb. What gives? Why can't I have one like the ones I remember from the cheap motels of my childhood?
I've tried looking for more powerful units, considered the two-bulb versions (but two times zero is still zero, right?), looked on hotel supply websites, and can't find anything better than these useless units sold in home improvement stores.
Do they still have them in hotels? If so, where do they get them? I just want one of those.
The ceiling is a little high I suppose, but I don't think that's the issue, since if I hold my hand up and place it close to the bulb, I still feel only a very negligible amount of heat. And I don't want one that's coupled with a blower. I don't want air blowing on me while I'm trying to dry off.
As I said, we had this installed a few years ago, and for a while I was actively attempting to fix the situation, but eventually I just got tired of all the dead ends and decided to accept the situation as it is for a little while. That little while is over now, so I decided to try again to troubleshoot this.
Can anyone provide any info or advice that would help??
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2023.02.02 22:55 KamchatkasRevenge Out of Cruel Space Side Story: Of Dog, Volpir, and Man - Ch 154

"How goes the special project Commander Grey?"
Jerry flicks through a couple reports and images of repairs and modifications as his Chief Engineer gives him the once every two week briefs he liked to do with his department heads. Instead of the free for all of a staff meeting it gave him a chance to go in depth with his department heads one on one and get the details on what was going on with their sections, their needs, wants and nice to haves. It also gave him a chance to check in on special, secret taskings he handed out from time to time.
Sometimes it simply wouldn't do to ruin the surprise.
Grey looks up from his tablet and brings up a few schematics on a holo projector.
"We're pretty much done with the external reinforcements to the large docking port on section four. We should be able to piggy back or 'haul' a vessel of up to similar mass to ourselves. So anything too big for the hangars should be able to dock there without issue. It's in an odd portion of the ship still skipper, almost seems like it was for military traffic and not civilian cargo, but you're the boss."
If there was a hint of suspicion in Grey's voice he didn't show it, but then again, the man was bland beyond bland and if he did think something was a bit janky he probably didn't actually care. Still, he accomplished his tasks with aplomb and if something wasn't sound by engineering principles he made his voice known and that was more than enough for Jerry in a chief engineer.
"Excellent, give the team on that job my regards, I know working on the hull while not in dock, even with drones is hard work. Recommend a suitable bonus to me in the next day or so and I'll authorize it, Al."
"Sounds good Skipper I'm sure the crew will appreciate whatever it ends up being, I'll have to think about it. Next up though, we've finished all the new mini parks. They're tied into the ship's oxygen recycling centers predominantly just like you wanted, and the integrated system to deal with... fecal material, from canines and other pets is all set up. Are there really going to be enough dogs on the ship to merit a dog park in each section and that massive one near the Marine spaces."
"I'm afraid so Al, I mean hell your crews set up the kennel blocks for the Military Police and Masters at Arms on the Provost Marshal's request the other week, and the battalion's kennels and Paladin company's kennels should be done..."
Jerry frowns down at his data slate.
"Wait, when will that be done?"
"Finished them up yesterday, as requested. So Military Working Dog sections. Interesting. Big damn dogs too from the size of the kennels."
"They hopefully won't spend too much time in those kennels, they'll generally stay with their handlers after training, but the kennels will be their action station."
"Which explains why they're basically escape pods."
"Yep. Give them a fighting chance at least. I'm going to look into manufacturing carriers like that for civilian pets aboard and start encouraging people to train their animals to use them on the battle stations alarm sounding. I'm not anticipating us all getting spaced, but I'd rather be overly paranoid and never need it."
"Got it loud and clear Skipper, I don't know what I'd do if something happened to Charlie. I'll volunteer some of my crew to fiddle with that project with your civilian tech specialists."
"Got some dog lovers in your teams?"
"With Charlie moving around to help morale... Well sir, it's hard to top a Golden Retriever puppy for improving someone's mood, even an exhausted engineer."
"Fair enough, well if you can spare them, have them coordinate with the Director's office, Syl will put them to work in the next week or so once we're through the bulk of orders for Serbow."
"Any alien cat fancier clubs this time sir?"
"Heh. Not this time Al." Jerry chuckles, remembering that particular unexpected encounter.
"Got a few requests from the boys in the ninja village though. A couple of human adjacent families and people who've been getting into human media looking for pets. We've been giving them extensive educational material before confirming orders considering they don't have something like the Awauynis Cat Fancier's club to provide structure and assistance. A pet's a lifetime commitment after all, and with healing comas a lifetime can be... impressive. To say the least. Especially now that most breeds have a 'prime' configuration. I got the healthiest strands I could, but the improvements Syl's team have made is damn impressive."
"Yeah I heard in the ward room the other day. Some really fine detailed work too. Might be a bit over my head, but I can appreciate any form of good engineering, including genetic."
"So dog parks are done, kennels are done... which is extra good, the first batch of enhanced Dobermans and Malinois should be decanting today."
Al raises an eyebrow. "Pardon me Skipper... enhanced? Like, more than the prime strains?"
"Yeah they're calling them Super Dobies and Hyper Malinois as jokes, but they're the Prime of both breeds, enhanced. They should be bigger, more athletic, more intelligent, more acute senses and able to interact with axiom as naturally as any other galactic animal. Syl's projections are incredible with SI support, looks like the Malinois, and this would have happened naturally over time mind you, will naturally channel axiom to its bite. That's going to take some very special training, because if a Malinois channels hard enough it could probably put a damaging bite into armor plate. The Super Dobies should be able to take a hit while also being able to deliver a solid bite... but their main thing is their physicality. A Super Dobie tackle should be like getting hit by a freight train, and that durability is before we give them armor."
"Sounds pretty wild. Mind if I come with you for the decanting?"
"Not at all. I think there's only one last thing to go over before we head over to the labs. That range project I sent you?"
"Oh right."
Al pulls up a 3D display of the ship and zooms in a specific set of sections.
"We should be able to get at least fifty yards and a few one hundred yard ranges near the major hab blocks for recreational shooting and practice. We're aiming for five to ten lanes depending on anticipated traffic with various hard light targets. Easy. Cheap. Can provide varied training and moving or pop up targets. We've got a big range planned out for near the blocks where the bulk of the battalion lives. Honestly that'll save us some pain, the Marines go the hardest on their shooting, so by keeping them mostly in one place we can just reinforce that location. We've got the space for a 50 yard pistol and shotgun range near the Den. SMGs too obviously. Or even rifles if you want to do some action drills. I have to build that one heavy no matter what. That 7.5 FK round is no joke... nor is that 40mm cannon Warrant Officer Jaruna's calling a shotgun."
"So everything's all sited and planned out?"
"Yep. Honestly working on this tub is almost too easy with how modular everything is... and frankly we're just not using that much space. I don't consider it serious work until I've got to start looking at potentially rerouting service tunnels and jefferies tubes, and I haven't had to do a damn thing like that yet." Al rubs his temple. "The damndest thing about it is that's not even that big a deal! These tubs are modular enough I'm convinced they're cheating somehow. If I didn't have some of my wives on hand I'd be losing my mind over some of this stuff. The engines are simple. The internal configuration of this starship's black fucking magic. Like. I'm pretty sure we haven't messed with the interior spaces with axiom... but now I'm getting paranoid that it came that way. Then I remember how big this thing is. Supposed to be able to comfortably ship twelve thousand people, plus crew, across the entire galaxy, plus all the material to found the colony, to include buildings and vehicles. Plus a year's supplies. Plus all the supplies to feed everyone and keep them happy on the way there, and feed the crew going home in a considerably more spacious style."
Gray hangs his head theatrically, the most emotion Jerry had ever actually seen from the man.
"Regretting your choice to come along Al?"
"Not on your damn life! Figuring this weird alien shit out is way more fun than trying to keep naval nuclear power plants in good trim. The company's significantly better too."
"You are married to half the engineering section it seems."
"Not half."
Jerry raises an eyebrow.
"Oh fine, a lot of the senior team and the individual engineering team leads are my wives. Like you can talk, Skipper. You're married to half the senior staff! I'd claim nepotism, but it's a no shit family business so it actually makes sense. Which brings up warships in private ownership, which is an American tradition, but the fact that you just... own something this big."
"After a literal lifetime of work from Sylindra in the most competitive market in the galaxy, decades of bounty hunting from Jaruna and the more martially inclined girls, blood money from the mother of those gangers, a generous loan we're still paying off."
"Paying off slowly to keep building a credit history."
"Fair. We could pay it off now, but I'd rather keep the money liquid honestly and reinvest into the ship and our capabilities. If it's a military capability the Undaunted reimburse us. So those ranges for example are on Cistern."
"Nice. Didn't know a lot of this was out of your pocket."
"Most of it save, wages, comes out of my pocket first. A lot of it does get reimbursed mind you. We have contracts with the Undaunted to provide food and services, leasing the medical facilities and the like. All at very fair rates mind you, but that's part of the deal with the loan. It favors Cistern to keep those terms good for both of us as it means we'll likely stick around longer. Which, admittedly, is currently the plan. Ten years at least. Maybe twenty. Once we’ve built out the business network, maybe bought some more ships that will stay purely commercial, and can afford to buy a planet we'll put this beast to work colonizing again, and either put it in the hands of either employees or the next generation of the family to keep up the trade routes and make money."
"Well I'm happy to be along for the ride. You could probably tempt me into private service if I ever want to leave the Undaunted for whatever reason. Not that there's a huge reason to try and push for promotion and a command or something for me. Cistern pays us damn well, and on top of that he pays all my wives damned well. Throw in the lost cost of living aboard ship and it's hard to 'tempt' me off the ship and onto an urban megalopolis like Centris or some other hell hole."
"That's exactly the attitude I want to engender Al. I want everyone to want to stay on this ship, and to be assigned to the Tear to be considered incredibly desirable."
"Well it's working. Keep this up and the Admiral really will promote you again. Charm that pirate gal's panties off and you'll have a second ship in the fleet and can force an advancement to at least Commodore."
"...I'd rather not. Not that way any way. Past that, Incerra's not really my type."
Al gets a sly grin on his face.
"What's wrong sir? I thought you were a dog person."
"Don't you damn start Al. Speaking of though... let's go check in on the decanting. Drop the subject of Incerra and I'll even let you have a look at a secret project Paladin Company's working on."
"I mean, I know you're getting working dogs for the company, I authorized the work orders for the kennels."
"Sure, but you don't know what kind of dogs, and let me tell you Al... they're something special."
First Last
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2023.02.02 21:20 _Frustr8d Xbox controller + battery brand disconnection

Hey /techsupport , I’m having a problem with an Xbox controller that I use on my Windows 11 PC. It randomly (infrequently) stops working for a second, starts working again, stops for another second, and then continues to work fine.
I don’t think it’s a usb connection problem because 1) it does this regardless of the port I connect it to, and 2) I don’t hear a disconnect/reconnect sound when it occurs. I thought it was due to battery charge, but it does this even on brand new batteries.
I learned that the batteries I’ve been using are pretty low-quality (my dad had bought them for cheap in bulk while back from some mechanic company), so I went to Target and bought a couple different brands of batteries to see if they will stop the “disconnects.”
Do you think that this will resolve the problem?
Thanks 🙂
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2023.02.02 19:48 EffyMrsMeseeks Baby grooming kits?

I’d love to hear from parents that are a few weeks/ months postpartum.
Are grooming kits worth it/ necessary? The kits that come with the nasal bulb, clippers and or nail Dremel, hair brush and comb, etc?
It’s been 7 years since I had kiddos and I think I picked up one cheap kit and a few random things as needed.
I have the NoseFrida and two thermometers. But that’s about it that I have that normally comes in those kits. Thanks for your input!
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2023.02.02 16:56 rocsage_praisesun 光脚的不怕穿鞋的 -- Shoeless Chernocrow?

光脚的不怕穿鞋的 -- Shoeless Chernocrow?
Full disclosure here: relatively new to swain here; prior to the infinite ult mid scope rework, I've only played the toggle ult version once or twice, and bronze/barely silver in S12 at that.

The idea is part of my heretical swain build mountain, but feels conceptually complete on a standalone basis, compatible with any build/character already possessing persisting aoe slow (which comes from rylai in the case of swain).

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The benefit is frontloaded item powerspikes, lasting well into 50 minute mark because support budget is tiny: since support items tend to be on the cheap side, not buying boots means being ahead by almost half a completed item.

playdata for corroboration, for all a bronzie's worth:
bit of an explanation on the comparatively slower 2nd item: assuming balanced enemy team comp, I would often go double aegis/straddle between negatron cloak and warden's mail to bulk up on resistances, thus delaying completion of second item.
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2023.02.02 03:55 Erutious Issue 237


I have acquired Ka-Azar the Amazing, issue 237 to be exact, and it scares the shit out of me.
I'm a collector of rare comics. Well, not really a collector. I never keep them for very long, you see. I prefer to sell comics for big bucks. I buy them from Goodwill, garage sales, estate sales, anywhere I can buy cheap and sell high. I'm in it for the profit, pure and simple, but today I may have found something I wasn't meant to own.
Briarcliff Estates was having an estate sale, and I knew there would be some interesting pieces there. Mr. Briar had died at the ripe old age of one hundred and three and was said to be a notorious packrat. His wife and son had died years ago, both under mysterious circumstances, and Briarcliff had gained an air of mystery ever since. It was said that his house was full of things, everything from antiques and collectibles to downright garbage, and I wanted to have a look.
The sale was even grander than I expected. There were halls cluttered with antique furniture, shelves full of old books, antique kitchen appliances, Persian rugs, strange art, and odd articles from around the world. All the trash had been cleared away, and all the items for sale had been tagged and were displayed. A large crowd had gathered, I saw, and I was more than a little interested in some of the books for my shop.
The auction seemed like a total waste of time, though, right up until the last lot. The antique furniture went first, then the old cars from the garage, then the rugs, the appliances, and the strange antiquities. Some of them were pretty grizzly. Apparently, Mr. Briar had been a world traveler in his youth. He had collected things from Africa, Russia, Germany, and China with an eye towards the occult. I actually found myself bidding on a wand made of pure ivory, something my Harry Potter fans might pay a lot for, but a stuffy old man in the front row shelled out a hundred grand for it. I sat down and shut up after that. He had long white hair and an imposing beard that hung down past the waist of his immaculate gray suit. He was a jarring comparison to the toad-faced guy with all the dark hair oiled to his head on the other side of the hall. They seemed to know each other, know and hate each other. They had several hard looks for each other as they held long and complicated bidding wars, and their battles bled over into the books as well.
They snapped up most of the books, old moldering things with hard-to-pronounce names, and my bids were mostly shouted over as these two dueled for the remaining tomes. Most everyone else had gone, seeing that these two meant to have the lot. So when the last lot came up, a box of comics, I immediately threw out a bid of twenty-five dollars. I hadn't expected to see any comics here, my focus being the antique books, but this seemed to be the only thing that these two weirdos didn't want. The bid went once, twice, and then sold as the two glared at each other from across the room. I took my box of dusty old comics and scuttled off before either of them could realize I had been there.
I didn't realize what I had until I got home.
I took them to my office and set to work. First a shower, then a change of clothes. Old comics can be finicky, and I like to be comfy when I appraise them. Then the gloves came on. I have a nice set of reusable ones, latex, washable, and thick, that usually serve my purposes. I put on a hairnet too, can't be too careful with old comics. After I was set, I opened the box and had a look.
I was not immediately impressed. Mr. Briar, it appeared, had a thing for old Hanna Barbara comics. There were some Yogi Bears issues, about ten Huckleberry Hound issues, some Tom and Jerry Comics, and a few Wacky Racer comics I had never even heard of. I set those aside. Hanna Barbara comics never retail very high unless you have some of the rarer pieces. They were all in bags, though, and looked to be in pretty good shape, so at least I could asking price for them. Next were some old Johnny Quest comics that looked well used, and they also went to the side. Next came some, oh shit, old Detectives Comics that looked like they were from the early 40's run. They were bagged and looked to be in great shape. I sat those on the desk by the computer. It looked like my purchases wouldn't be entirely in vain. There were some other things in there, some well-loved Action Comics, a few Batman issues from the late '60s, and a single issue of a comic series I had never heard of.
Sitting at the bottom of the box, in a plastic sleeve that looked to be caked with dust and...maybe soda, I guessed, was a copy of Ka-Azar the Amazing, issue 237. I had never heard of Ka-Azar the Amazing, and he appeared to be some sort of magician detective or something. I was also unfamiliar with Keystone Comics and decided to go do some research.
As I brought it over to the computer, though, I felt a strong urge to drop it and just walk away. The comic felt weird, even through the gloves, and the bag was tacky in a way that soda usually wasn't. I don't know how to describe it. It was like... the comic didn't want to be held. I shrugged it off at the time, but I can feel it now, too, as it sits on the nightstand beside my computer.
It still doesn't want me to touch it.
I looked up Ka-Azar and found out that it was part of a debut series from Keystone Comics. Ka-Azar was, in fact, the only comic series they had ever put out, and it had a very limited run. Less than five hundred issues of each comic ever came out, and they were extremely rare and not often seen at auctions. Issue 237 was actually the last issue ever printed before Keystone Comics burned to the ground in nineteen seventy-five. The fire was supposedly investigated and ruled an accident, despite four people having perished in the blaze. Chuck Landstar, the owner, and writer of Ka-Azar, his assistant, Mike Dreh, and the illustrators who worked on the comic, Jugg and Dale Treblow, had been killed in the fire. The series had never seen the light of day again. Apparently, this issue had less than the usual number of runs. Even in its ratty state, it was worth well over a thousand dollars; Cha-Ching!
Twenty-five dollars for a thousand dollars seemed like a great deal to me, and who knew what kind of bidding war I'd get on this thing.
I gingerly removed it from the bag and threw it away as no customer would want it in that state. The comic itself was ragged, the spine bent, and some of the page corners damaged or missing. The pages themselves looked pretty good, old but good until I got to a spot near the back. Towards the end, Ka-Azar appeared to be casting some kind of spell to summon some ancient deity. He stood in the middle of a circle, laid with etchings and stones and runes, and I could see quite a few bodies lying around as well. Some of them seemed intricate and embellished enough to make me think that these might be main characters he'd sacrifice, but I knew nothing of the series, so I could only speculate. There was a dark-haired woman in a slinky dress that barely contained her "assets", a blond guy with a loincloth and a skull helmet, what looked like a kid in a red cloak, and another less buxom redhead that seemed to have died holding hands with the kid in the cloak. They were all laid out around the circle, and their deaths did not seem to have been kind.
Ka-Azar was kneeling, resplendent in his yellow and green robes, as he made his request before a towering form in a horned helm. Its eyes were coals beneath the visor, and its green armor was stained with ancient blood. It sat atop a bone-white horse, steam curling from its nostrils, as it brandished a sword at Ka-Azar that looked big enough to cut him in half. Ka-Azar was making a request, but the words had been smudged. That figure on the horse didn't sit right with me. Even through the page, I could feel his regard. It was like he was looking at me, judging me, weighing my worth.
I closed the comic.
No sense getting spooked by some old comic, I told myself with a laugh.
I took pictures next, showing some of the damage, and put it back in its protective bag. I uploaded the pictures to Comic Squire, the service I use to sell comics, and sat back to wait. I pulled some of the other comics I had piled up towards me and started looking them up so I could post them as well. One of the Detective Comics was worth about forty dollars, cool, and another was worth about thirty, excellent, and…
I heard a ding from my computer and looked up to see that Ka-Azar had an opening bid of five hundred dollars.
I typed a message to the buyer, someone named Nilr3m, informing him that I was firm on eight hundred and went back to my other comics.
Two of the Detective Comics were so much hamster cage lining, but I saved them aside so I could put them with a bulk lot. Two more were worth thirty dollars, and I had just started looking up the seventh when my computer dinged again. I looked up to see that the same buyer was offering eight hundred dollars, the price listed for it, and I nodded and turned back to my work. The bid would sit on the site for an hour, allowing others to bid if they wanted, but I figured that this guy would get it, and I'd be eight hundred dollars the richer.
I had barely gotten the seventh comic out of the bag when my computer dinged again.
A new bid had come in for a thousand dollars!
I checked the buyer, and this time it was a new user by the name of Morgul. He was also offering an extra fifty dollars to pay for overnight shipping. That made me raise my eyebrow, but I supposed he wanted to make sure it arrived undamaged. After all, this was a rare comic, and I sent him a message accepting his offer should he win.
I had barely sent the message when Nilrem3 came back with a twelve hundred dollar bid.
This went on for the next few hours, and as the bids went up, the bidders began to message me.
That's when it got bizarre.
From Morgol
Dearest Seller
The user Nilr3m is trying to purchase your wares under false pretense. He is my rival and merely wants to own this comic, so I cannot. I implore you to award the sale to me and ship with all haste.
His wording was strange, but it was nothing compared to what his rival was about to send me.
From Nilr3m
I must ask that you not sell this piece to Morgol. He wants it not for its scholarly endowment but for the power, it will bring him. I must have this item so it can be sealed away from those who might use it for ill. Thank you.
I furrowed my brow at that one.
Sealed away from those who might use it for ill?
It was a damn comic book.
I had barely finished reading the message, when I saw that Morgul had sent me another message.
From Morgul
I see that you have not awarded me preference in this matter. Has Nilr3m offered you something more in return for this item? I assure you, I will match whatever offer he makes, no matter the cost.
That took me by surprise. These guys were clearly series collectors or weirdos, and they would likely pay big money for it. I didn't have to do anything. All I had to do was stay quiet and let these two drive the price up on their own. Simple economics, I had it, they wanted it, and suddenly this ratty comic was looking like a cash cow to me.
Even then, I hadn't realized the real value of the piece.
From Nilr3m
Please, I implore you not to be swayed by Morgol's boasting. If he gets that tome, it will be devastating for our world. I implore you to sell it to me. Money is no object, name your price, and I will pay it.
I sucked air through my teeth, my small pile of potential profits forgotten. This fellow had basically written me a blank check. How much would be too much? He had said money was no object, but there was always a limit. I looked back at the sale and realized that Nilr3m had just placed a bid for fifty thousand dollars. Morgol quickly countered with sixty, and the two went right on sparring as I watched. I pulled up Nimr3m's message again, and that was when I realized that his profile had a picture attached.
I clicked on it and realized that this guy was the same one from the auction today. His picture was of a grandfatherly-looking man, long white hair and a beard that was downright Gandalphesque. He was in profile in the picture, just his head and shoulders, but I was willing to bet it was the same guy. This Morgal character was likely the other man, the one who'd looked like a toad and been afflicted with all that greasy black hair. They were just continuing their antics from the auction, and I was surprised they had any money left after all the crap they had bought earlier.
Another message from Nilr3m came in, and it had a link at the bottom to a news site.
From Nilr3m
This must end. Morgol must not be allowed to own this spell. See what it wrought last time it was unleashed upon the world.
The link brought up an article about Briarcliff Estates. Four bodies had been found on the ground nearly twenty years ago. They had been arrayed in the garden, the photos looking very similar to the ones in Ka-Azar, minus the bodies. Those had been replaced with taped outlines, but their placement was undeniable. Briar's wife, teenage daughter, nephew, and brother had been killed in what appeared to be occult activity. Briar had immediately been the first and only suspect, but some combination of money and alibis given out of fear had cleared him. Still, his reputation in the community seemed to be well earned. Had Briar made a deal with that horned demon?
Had Briar possibly discovered something that had led him to fill his hallways with junk in an attempt to insulate himself from whatever might come for him?
I saw I had a message from Morgol, a message with his final offer.
The link in his message was of a google maps location.
It was my address.
His last message was much less formal and much less pleasant than his others had been, "I'm coming for what's mine. See you soon."
I've been sitting in my office, writing all this down for the past hour. I've locked the doors and called the police, but they don't seem to be taking this very seriously. The numbers on the bid haven't gone up in an hour, and even though Nilr3m had won, I'm afraid he's never going to get what he paid for. I can see someone moving in the yard outside my window, but when I try to call the police, it just rings and rings. I don't know what to do. I can almost feel this comic watching me even as whoever is outside keeps moving around out there.
The sun will be down before long.
I wonder if they'll find my body here or by some circle in a garden somewhere?
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2023.02.02 03:55 Erutious Issue 237

I have acquired Ka-Azar the Amazing, issue 237 to be exact, and it scares the shit out of me.
I'm a collector of rare comics. Well, not really a collector. I never keep them for very long, you see. I prefer to sell comics for big bucks. I buy them from Goodwill, garage sales, estate sales, anywhere I can buy cheap and sell high. I'm in it for the profit, pure and simple, but today I may have found something I wasn't meant to own.
Briarcliff Estates was having an estate sale, and I knew there would be some interesting pieces there. Mr. Briar had died at the ripe old age of one hundred and three and was said to be a notorious packrat. His wife and son had died years ago, both under mysterious circumstances, and Briarcliff had gained an air of mystery ever since. It was said that his house was full of things, everything from antiques and collectibles to downright garbage, and I wanted to have a look.
The sale was even grander than I expected. There were halls cluttered with antique furniture, shelves full of old books, antique kitchen appliances, Persian rugs, strange art, and odd articles from around the world. All the trash had been cleared away, and all the items for sale had been tagged and were displayed. A large crowd had gathered, I saw, and I was more than a little interested in some of the books for my shop.
The auction seemed like a total waste of time, though, right up until the last lot. The antique furniture went first, then the old cars from the garage, then the rugs, the appliances, and the strange antiquities. Some of them were pretty grizzly. Apparently, Mr. Briar had been a world traveler in his youth. He had collected things from Africa, Russia, Germany, and China with an eye towards the occult. I actually found myself bidding on a wand made of pure ivory, something my Harry Potter fans might pay a lot for, but a stuffy old man in the front row shelled out a hundred grand for it. I sat down and shut up after that. He had long white hair and an imposing beard that hung down past the waist of his immaculate gray suit. He was a jarring comparison to the toad-faced guy with all the dark hair oiled to his head on the other side of the hall. They seemed to know each other, know and hate each other. They had several hard looks for each other as they held long and complicated bidding wars, and their battles bled over into the books as well.
They snapped up most of the books, old moldering things with hard-to-pronounce names, and my bids were mostly shouted over as these two dueled for the remaining tomes. Most everyone else had gone, seeing that these two meant to have the lot. So when the last lot came up, a box of comics, I immediately threw out a bid of twenty-five dollars. I hadn't expected to see any comics here, my focus being the antique books, but this seemed to be the only thing that these two weirdos didn't want. The bid went once, twice, and then sold as the two glared at each other from across the room. I took my box of dusty old comics and scuttled off before either of them could realize I had been there.
I didn't realize what I had until I got home.
I took them to my office and set to work. First a shower, then a change of clothes. Old comics can be finicky, and I like to be comfy when I appraise them. Then the gloves came on. I have a nice set of reusable ones, latex, washable, and thick, that usually serve my purposes. I put on a hairnet too, can't be too careful with old comics. After I was set, I opened the box and had a look.
I was not immediately impressed. Mr. Briar, it appeared, had a thing for old Hanna Barbara comics. There were some Yogi Bears issues, about ten Huckleberry Hound issues, some Tom and Jerry Comics, and a few Wacky Racer comics I had never even heard of. I set those aside. Hanna Barbara comics never retail very high unless you have some of the rarer pieces. They were all in bags, though, and looked to be in pretty good shape, so at least I could asking price for them. Next were some old Johnny Quest comics that looked well used, and they also went to the side. Next came some, oh shit, old Detectives Comics that looked like they were from the early 40's run. They were bagged and looked to be in great shape. I sat those on the desk by the computer. It looked like my purchases wouldn't be entirely in vain. There were some other things in there, some well-loved Action Comics, a few Batman issues from the late '60s, and a single issue of a comic series I had never heard of.
Sitting at the bottom of the box, in a plastic sleeve that looked to be caked with dust and...maybe soda, I guessed, was a copy of Ka-Azar the Amazing, issue 237. I had never heard of Ka-Azar the Amazing, and he appeared to be some sort of magician detective or something. I was also unfamiliar with Keystone Comics and decided to go do some research.
As I brought it over to the computer, though, I felt a strong urge to drop it and just walk away. The comic felt weird, even through the gloves, and the bag was tacky in a way that soda usually wasn't. I don't know how to describe it. It was like... the comic didn't want to be held. I shrugged it off at the time, but I can feel it now, too, as it sits on the nightstand beside my computer.
It still doesn't want me to touch it.
I looked up Ka-Azar and found out that it was part of a debut series from Keystone Comics. Ka-Azar was, in fact, the only comic series they had ever put out, and it had a very limited run. Less than five hundred issues of each comic ever came out, and they were extremely rare and not often seen at auctions. Issue 237 was actually the last issue ever printed before Keystone Comics burned to the ground in nineteen seventy-five. The fire was supposedly investigated and ruled an accident, despite four people having perished in the blaze. Chuck Landstar, the owner, and writer of Ka-Azar, his assistant, Mike Dreh, and the illustrators who worked on the comic, Jugg and Dale Treblow, had been killed in the fire. The series had never seen the light of day again. Apparently, this issue had less than the usual number of runs. Even in its ratty state, it was worth well over a thousand dollars; Cha-Ching!
Twenty-five dollars for a thousand dollars seemed like a great deal to me, and who knew what kind of bidding war I'd get on this thing.
I gingerly removed it from the bag and threw it away as no customer would want it in that state. The comic itself was ragged, the spine bent, and some of the page corners damaged or missing. The pages themselves looked pretty good, old but good until I got to a spot near the back. Towards the end, Ka-Azar appeared to be casting some kind of spell to summon some ancient deity. He stood in the middle of a circle, laid with etchings and stones and runes, and I could see quite a few bodies lying around as well. Some of them seemed intricate and embellished enough to make me think that these might be main characters he'd sacrifice, but I knew nothing of the series, so I could only speculate. There was a dark-haired woman in a slinky dress that barely contained her "assets", a blond guy with a loincloth and a skull helmet, what looked like a kid in a red cloak, and another less buxom redhead that seemed to have died holding hands with the kid in the cloak. They were all laid out around the circle, and their deaths did not seem to have been kind.
Ka-Azar was kneeling, resplendent in his yellow and green robes, as he made his request before a towering form in a horned helm. Its eyes were coals beneath the visor, and its green armor was stained with ancient blood. It sat atop a bone-white horse, steam curling from its nostrils, as it brandished a sword at Ka-Azar that looked big enough to cut him in half. Ka-Azar was making a request, but the words had been smudged. That figure on the horse didn't sit right with me. Even through the page, I could feel his regard. It was like he was looking at me, judging me, weighing my worth.
I closed the comic.
No sense getting spooked by some old comic, I told myself with a laugh.
I took pictures next, showing some of the damage, and put it back in its protective bag. I uploaded the pictures to Comic Squire, the service I use to sell comics, and sat back to wait. I pulled some of the other comics I had piled up towards me and started looking them up so I could post them as well. One of the Detective Comics was worth about forty dollars, cool, and another was worth about thirty, excellent, and…
I heard a ding from my computer and looked up to see that Ka-Azar had an opening bid of five hundred dollars.
I typed a message to the buyer, someone named Nilr3m, informing him that I was firm on eight hundred and went back to my other comics.
Two of the Detective Comics were so much hamster cage lining, but I saved them aside so I could put them with a bulk lot. Two more were worth thirty dollars, and I had just started looking up the seventh when my computer dinged again. I looked up to see that the same buyer was offering eight hundred dollars, the price listed for it, and I nodded and turned back to my work. The bid would sit on the site for an hour, allowing others to bid if they wanted, but I figured that this guy would get it, and I'd be eight hundred dollars the richer.
I had barely gotten the seventh comic out of the bag when my computer dinged again.
A new bid had come in for a thousand dollars!
I checked the buyer, and this time it was a new user by the name of Morgul. He was also offering an extra fifty dollars to pay for overnight shipping. That made me raise my eyebrow, but I supposed he wanted to make sure it arrived undamaged. After all, this was a rare comic, and I sent him a message accepting his offer should he win.
I had barely sent the message when Nilrem3 came back with a twelve hundred dollar bid.
This went on for the next few hours, and as the bids went up, the bidders began to message me.
That's when it got bizarre.
From Morgol
Dearest Seller
The user Nilr3m is trying to purchase your wares under false pretense. He is my rival and merely wants to own this comic, so I cannot. I implore you to award the sale to me and ship with all haste.
His wording was strange, but it was nothing compared to what his rival was about to send me.
From Nilr3m
I must ask that you not sell this piece to Morgol. He wants it not for its scholarly endowment but for the power, it will bring him. I must have this item so it can be sealed away from those who might use it for ill. Thank you.
I furrowed my brow at that one.
Sealed away from those who might use it for ill?
It was a damn comic book.
I had barely finished reading the message, when I saw that Morgul had sent me another message.
From Morgul
I see that you have not awarded me preference in this matter. Has Nilr3m offered you something more in return for this item? I assure you, I will match whatever offer he makes, no matter the cost.
That took me by surprise. These guys were clearly series collectors or weirdos, and they would likely pay big money for it. I didn't have to do anything. All I had to do was stay quiet and let these two drive the price up on their own. Simple economics, I had it, they wanted it, and suddenly this ratty comic was looking like a cash cow to me.
Even then, I hadn't realized the real value of the piece.
From Nilr3m
Please, I implore you not to be swayed by Morgol's boasting. If he gets that tome, it will be devastating for our world. I implore you to sell it to me. Money is no object, name your price, and I will pay it.
I sucked air through my teeth, my small pile of potential profits forgotten. This fellow had basically written me a blank check. How much would be too much? He had said money was no object, but there was always a limit. I looked back at the sale and realized that Nilr3m had just placed a bid for fifty thousand dollars. Morgol quickly countered with sixty, and the two went right on sparring as I watched. I pulled up Nimr3m's message again, and that was when I realized that his profile had a picture attached.
I clicked on it and realized that this guy was the same one from the auction today. His picture was of a grandfatherly-looking man, long white hair and a beard that was downright Gandalphesque. He was in profile in the picture, just his head and shoulders, but I was willing to bet it was the same guy. This Morgal character was likely the other man, the one who'd looked like a toad and been afflicted with all that greasy black hair. They were just continuing their antics from the auction, and I was surprised they had any money left after all the crap they had bought earlier.
Another message from Nilr3m came in, and it had a link at the bottom to a news site.
From Nilr3m
This must end. Morgol must not be allowed to own this spell. See what it wrought last time it was unleashed upon the world.
The link brought up an article about Briarcliff Estates. Four bodies had been found on the ground nearly twenty years ago. They had been arrayed in the garden, the photos looking very similar to the ones in Ka-Azar, minus the bodies. Those had been replaced with taped outlines, but their placement was undeniable. Briar's wife, teenage daughter, nephew, and brother had been killed in what appeared to be occult activity. Briar had immediately been the first and only suspect, but some combination of money and alibis given out of fear had cleared him. Still, his reputation in the community seemed to be well earned. Had Briar made a deal with that horned demon?
Had Briar possibly discovered something that had led him to fill his hallways with junk in an attempt to insulate himself from whatever might come for him?
I saw I had a message from Morgol, a message with his final offer.
The link in his message was of a google maps location.
It was my address.
His last message was much less formal and much less pleasant than his others had been, "I'm coming for what's mine. See you soon."
I've been sitting in my office, writing all this down for the past hour. I've locked the doors and called the police, but they don't seem to be taking this very seriously. The numbers on the bid haven't gone up in an hour, and even though Nilr3m had won, I'm afraid he's never going to get what he paid for. I can see someone moving in the yard outside my window, but when I try to call the police, it just rings and rings. I don't know what to do. I can almost feel this comic watching me even as whoever is outside keeps moving around out there.
The sun will be down before long.
I wonder if they'll find my body here or by some circle in a garden somewhere?
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2023.02.02 03:54 Erutious Issue 237


I have acquired Ka-Azar the Amazing, issue 237 to be exact, and it scares the shit out of me.
I'm a collector of rare comics. Well, not really a collector. I never keep them for very long, you see. I prefer to sell comics for big bucks. I buy them from Goodwill, garage sales, estate sales, anywhere I can buy cheap and sell high. I'm in it for the profit, pure and simple, but today I may have found something I wasn't meant to own.
Briarcliff Estates was having an estate sale, and I knew there would be some interesting pieces there. Mr. Briar had died at the ripe old age of one hundred and three and was said to be a notorious packrat. His wife and son had died years ago, both under mysterious circumstances, and Briarcliff had gained an air of mystery ever since. It was said that his house was full of things, everything from antiques and collectibles to downright garbage, and I wanted to have a look.
The sale was even grander than I expected. There were halls cluttered with antique furniture, shelves full of old books, antique kitchen appliances, Persian rugs, strange art, and odd articles from around the world. All the trash had been cleared away, and all the items for sale had been tagged and were displayed. A large crowd had gathered, I saw, and I was more than a little interested in some of the books for my shop.
The auction seemed like a total waste of time, though, right up until the last lot. The antique furniture went first, then the old cars from the garage, then the rugs, the appliances, and the strange antiquities. Some of them were pretty grizzly. Apparently, Mr. Briar had been a world traveler in his youth. He had collected things from Africa, Russia, Germany, and China with an eye towards the occult. I actually found myself bidding on a wand made of pure ivory, something my Harry Potter fans might pay a lot for, but a stuffy old man in the front row shelled out a hundred grand for it. I sat down and shut up after that. He had long white hair and an imposing beard that hung down past the waist of his immaculate gray suit. He was a jarring comparison to the toad-faced guy with all the dark hair oiled to his head on the other side of the hall. They seemed to know each other, know and hate each other. They had several hard looks for each other as they held long and complicated bidding wars, and their battles bled over into the books as well.
They snapped up most of the books, old moldering things with hard-to-pronounce names, and my bids were mostly shouted over as these two dueled for the remaining tomes. Most everyone else had gone, seeing that these two meant to have the lot. So when the last lot came up, a box of comics, I immediately threw out a bid of twenty-five dollars. I hadn't expected to see any comics here, my focus being the antique books, but this seemed to be the only thing that these two weirdos didn't want. The bid went once, twice, and then sold as the two glared at each other from across the room. I took my box of dusty old comics and scuttled off before either of them could realize I had been there.
I didn't realize what I had until I got home.
I took them to my office and set to work. First a shower, then a change of clothes. Old comics can be finicky, and I like to be comfy when I appraise them. Then the gloves came on. I have a nice set of reusable ones, latex, washable, and thick, that usually serve my purposes. I put on a hairnet too, can't be too careful with old comics. After I was set, I opened the box and had a look.
I was not immediately impressed. Mr. Briar, it appeared, had a thing for old Hanna Barbara comics. There were some Yogi Bears issues, about ten Huckleberry Hound issues, some Tom and Jerry Comics, and a few Wacky Racer comics I had never even heard of. I set those aside. Hanna Barbara comics never retail very high unless you have some of the rarer pieces. They were all in bags, though, and looked to be in pretty good shape, so at least I could asking price for them. Next were some old Johnny Quest comics that looked well used, and they also went to the side. Next came some, oh shit, old Detectives Comics that looked like they were from the early 40's run. They were bagged and looked to be in great shape. I sat those on the desk by the computer. It looked like my purchases wouldn't be entirely in vain. There were some other things in there, some well-loved Action Comics, a few Batman issues from the late '60s, and a single issue of a comic series I had never heard of.
Sitting at the bottom of the box, in a plastic sleeve that looked to be caked with dust and...maybe soda, I guessed, was a copy of Ka-Azar the Amazing, issue 237. I had never heard of Ka-Azar the Amazing, and he appeared to be some sort of magician detective or something. I was also unfamiliar with Keystone Comics and decided to go do some research.
As I brought it over to the computer, though, I felt a strong urge to drop it and just walk away. The comic felt weird, even through the gloves, and the bag was tacky in a way that soda usually wasn't. I don't know how to describe it. It was like... the comic didn't want to be held. I shrugged it off at the time, but I can feel it now, too, as it sits on the nightstand beside my computer.
It still doesn't want me to touch it.
I looked up Ka-Azar and found out that it was part of a debut series from Keystone Comics. Ka-Azar was, in fact, the only comic series they had ever put out, and it had a very limited run. Less than five hundred issues of each comic ever came out, and they were extremely rare and not often seen at auctions. Issue 237 was actually the last issue ever printed before Keystone Comics burned to the ground in nineteen seventy-five. The fire was supposedly investigated and ruled an accident, despite four people having perished in the blaze. Chuck Landstar, the owner, and writer of Ka-Azar, his assistant, Mike Dreh, and the illustrators who worked on the comic, Jugg and Dale Treblow, had been killed in the fire. The series had never seen the light of day again. Apparently, this issue had less than the usual number of runs. Even in its ratty state, it was worth well over a thousand dollars; Cha-Ching!
Twenty-five dollars for a thousand dollars seemed like a great deal to me, and who knew what kind of bidding war I'd get on this thing.
I gingerly removed it from the bag and threw it away as no customer would want it in that state. The comic itself was ragged, the spine bent, and some of the page corners damaged or missing. The pages themselves looked pretty good, old but good until I got to a spot near the back. Towards the end, Ka-Azar appeared to be casting some kind of spell to summon some ancient deity. He stood in the middle of a circle, laid with etchings and stones and runes, and I could see quite a few bodies lying around as well. Some of them seemed intricate and embellished enough to make me think that these might be main characters he'd sacrifice, but I knew nothing of the series, so I could only speculate. There was a dark-haired woman in a slinky dress that barely contained her "assets", a blond guy with a loincloth and a skull helmet, what looked like a kid in a red cloak, and another less buxom redhead that seemed to have died holding hands with the kid in the cloak. They were all laid out around the circle, and their deaths did not seem to have been kind.
Ka-Azar was kneeling, resplendent in his yellow and green robes, as he made his request before a towering form in a horned helm. Its eyes were coals beneath the visor, and its green armor was stained with ancient blood. It sat atop a bone-white horse, steam curling from its nostrils, as it brandished a sword at Ka-Azar that looked big enough to cut him in half. Ka-Azar was making a request, but the words had been smudged. That figure on the horse didn't sit right with me. Even through the page, I could feel his regard. It was like he was looking at me, judging me, weighing my worth.
I closed the comic.
No sense getting spooked by some old comic, I told myself with a laugh.
I took pictures next, showing some of the damage, and put it back in its protective bag. I uploaded the pictures to Comic Squire, the service I use to sell comics, and sat back to wait. I pulled some of the other comics I had piled up towards me and started looking them up so I could post them as well. One of the Detective Comics was worth about forty dollars, cool, and another was worth about thirty, excellent, and…
I heard a ding from my computer and looked up to see that Ka-Azar had an opening bid of five hundred dollars.
I typed a message to the buyer, someone named Nilr3m, informing him that I was firm on eight hundred and went back to my other comics.
Two of the Detective Comics were so much hamster cage lining, but I saved them aside so I could put them with a bulk lot. Two more were worth thirty dollars, and I had just started looking up the seventh when my computer dinged again. I looked up to see that the same buyer was offering eight hundred dollars, the price listed for it, and I nodded and turned back to my work. The bid would sit on the site for an hour, allowing others to bid if they wanted, but I figured that this guy would get it, and I'd be eight hundred dollars the richer.
I had barely gotten the seventh comic out of the bag when my computer dinged again.
A new bid had come in for a thousand dollars!
I checked the buyer, and this time it was a new user by the name of Morgul. He was also offering an extra fifty dollars to pay for overnight shipping. That made me raise my eyebrow, but I supposed he wanted to make sure it arrived undamaged. After all, this was a rare comic, and I sent him a message accepting his offer should he win.
I had barely sent the message when Nilrem3 came back with a twelve hundred dollar bid.
This went on for the next few hours, and as the bids went up, the bidders began to message me.
That's when it got bizarre.
From Morgol
Dearest Seller
The user Nilr3m is trying to purchase your wares under false pretense. He is my rival and merely wants to own this comic, so I cannot. I implore you to award the sale to me and ship with all haste.
His wording was strange, but it was nothing compared to what his rival was about to send me.
From Nilr3m
I must ask that you not sell this piece to Morgol. He wants it not for its scholarly endowment but for the power, it will bring him. I must have this item so it can be sealed away from those who might use it for ill. Thank you.
I furrowed my brow at that one.
Sealed away from those who might use it for ill?
It was a damn comic book.
I had barely finished reading the message, when I saw that Morgul had sent me another message.
From Morgul
I see that you have not awarded me preference in this matter. Has Nilr3m offered you something more in return for this item? I assure you, I will match whatever offer he makes, no matter the cost.
That took me by surprise. These guys were clearly series collectors or weirdos, and they would likely pay big money for it. I didn't have to do anything. All I had to do was stay quiet and let these two drive the price up on their own. Simple economics, I had it, they wanted it, and suddenly this ratty comic was looking like a cash cow to me.
Even then, I hadn't realized the real value of the piece.
From Nilr3m
Please, I implore you not to be swayed by Morgol's boasting. If he gets that tome, it will be devastating for our world. I implore you to sell it to me. Money is no object, name your price, and I will pay it.
I sucked air through my teeth, my small pile of potential profits forgotten. This fellow had basically written me a blank check. How much would be too much? He had said money was no object, but there was always a limit. I looked back at the sale and realized that Nilr3m had just placed a bid for fifty thousand dollars. Morgol quickly countered with sixty, and the two went right on sparring as I watched. I pulled up Nimr3m's message again, and that was when I realized that his profile had a picture attached.
I clicked on it and realized that this guy was the same one from the auction today. His picture was of a grandfatherly-looking man, long white hair and a beard that was downright Gandalphesque. He was in profile in the picture, just his head and shoulders, but I was willing to bet it was the same guy. This Morgal character was likely the other man, the one who'd looked like a toad and been afflicted with all that greasy black hair. They were just continuing their antics from the auction, and I was surprised they had any money left after all the crap they had bought earlier.
Another message from Nilr3m came in, and it had a link at the bottom to a news site.
From Nilr3m
This must end. Morgol must not be allowed to own this spell. See what it wrought last time it was unleashed upon the world.
The link brought up an article about Briarcliff Estates. Four bodies had been found on the ground nearly twenty years ago. They had been arrayed in the garden, the photos looking very similar to the ones in Ka-Azar, minus the bodies. Those had been replaced with taped outlines, but their placement was undeniable. Briar's wife, teenage daughter, nephew, and brother had been killed in what appeared to be occult activity. Briar had immediately been the first and only suspect, but some combination of money and alibis given out of fear had cleared him. Still, his reputation in the community seemed to be well earned. Had Briar made a deal with that horned demon?
Had Briar possibly discovered something that had led him to fill his hallways with junk in an attempt to insulate himself from whatever might come for him?
I saw I had a message from Morgol, a message with his final offer.
The link in his message was of a google maps location.
It was my address.
His last message was much less formal and much less pleasant than his others had been, "I'm coming for what's mine. See you soon."
I've been sitting in my office, writing all this down for the past hour. I've locked the doors and called the police, but they don't seem to be taking this very seriously. The numbers on the bid haven't gone up in an hour, and even though Nilr3m had won, I'm afraid he's never going to get what he paid for. I can see someone moving in the yard outside my window, but when I try to call the police, it just rings and rings. I don't know what to do. I can almost feel this comic watching me even as whoever is outside keeps moving around out there.
The sun will be down before long.
I wonder if they'll find my body here or by some circle in a garden somewhere?
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