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I’m old enough to vaguely remember the Chernobyl accident, I’ve only ever voted once in my life and that was for Gary Johnson when the two main picks were trump and Clinton. Every other election I participated in I have done empty ballot votes because I hate how two sided or democratic system is and it’s my right to oppose the system this way and voice my opinion.
When I go out to the liquor store just to get my beer for the week guaranteed there’s some old POS blaming the poor kid behind the counter because the old man’s ID is expired and it’s all the kids fault because they don’t vote right. In my state, doesn’t matter how old you are, you cannot buy alcohol without a valid ID. Simple as that. But it’s the kids fault 16yo can’t buy beer and tobacco any more, and it’s the kids fault we can’t drink and drive because they voted for the wrong party apparently.
I don’t give a shit how many tours you did and how many bodies you accumulated in your military career, telling someone you fought for their right to vote then bitching at them for voting wrong is a gross misunderstanding why you went to fight and while I have respect for those who have fought, are fighting, and will fight, you lose all my respect when you pull that “I FoUGhT fEr YuR RigHT” bullshit out of your ass. Marines should’ve taught you better old fuck

I'm a trans woman that has made a living on city stock photography for the past 13 years, taking photos including throughout red areas. I medically transitioned since 2016 and socially since 2018. My partner has been helping me to go throughout the country after I socially transitioned, the last time being in 2021 without a problem (even temporarily in the South.). Now I wonder if it has gotten bad enough to the point that it is too dangerous for me to continue making money doing city photography, since it relies a lot going into red states because the photo market for cities in blue states are far more competitive. All I really do is drive from city to city, taking photos, many times sleeping in the car. I tend to get ma'am'd 100% of the time but I'm 5'11. I'd like to hear what you all have to say, especially based on your experience in states.

neighbor has this car. dash lights came on while driving. he made it home, turned car off. running lights wouldnt turn off. let it sit 10min. lights still on. try to start car. no crank no start. disconnect battery. charge it over night.
12.4v in morning. key in ignition. acc seem to work ok. turn key more. no crank no start. voltage on battery does not change much during no crank no start. running lights remain on.
insert odb2 dongle, bluetooth to iphone. app sees some realtime diagnostics but no codes.
aftermarket rodent noise deterrent thing under hood. and some kind of kill switch (key that is always plugged in) near odb2 port that seems unchanged.
any ideas what could be wrong?

A little back story, I bought this car used. It had been in an accident before but was not on the car fax so i wasn’t aware of it until driving it a bit and noticing some things that indicated that. Anyway, the transmission is some aftermarket crap so it’s possible the sound is just from the transmission, but it also sounds like it could be coming from the rear which makes me think the grinding my be coming from the differential? Not sure, has anyone experienced this or have any advice how to go about fixing this?

What’s going on with all the dead fish near madrona?? I’ve been here twice in the last week and I’ve seen 7 dead fish floating/rotting on the shore. I checked the water safety levels and everything is fine. Is this a tidal/wind thing or should I not being swimming here?

As the moderation team of BOLA, we have concerns about recent changes to Reddit.
The legal advice subreddits we partner with provide a vital 'legal triage' to Reddit users across the world. With the sensitive nature of many of the posts which are made in these subreddits, moderation is vital in keeping the sub running properly. The ability for moderators to access the sub on mobile is a key aspect of this moderation process, and we feel that changes to Reddit will make this far more difficult to manage. Also, we are aware of accessibility issues with the Reddit App, as detailed on the linked post from Blind. People deserve a free, open, **and accessible** platform to seek legal advice, and we believe Reddit has an obligation to preserve accessibility and provide the moderation tools they have promised for nearly a decade.
A recent Reddit policy change threatens to kill many beloved third-party mobile apps, making a great many quality-of-life features not seen in the official mobile app permanently inaccessible to users. On May 31, 2023, Reddit announced they were raising the price to make calls to their API from being free to a level that will kill every third party app on Reddit, from Apollo to Reddit is Fun to Narwhal to BaconReader.
Even if you're not a mobile user and don't use any of those apps, this change may impact other ways of customizing Reddit, such as Reddit Enhancement Suite or the use of the old.reddit.com desktop interface. Even if it does not impact them immediately, it is driving away developers working on these projects, putting them at risk as Reddit continues to evolve. RES and the Moderator Toolbox will die if Reddit makes maintaining them annoying enough that the people who donate their time for all of us decide it's no longer worth it.
This isn't only a problem on the user level: many subreddit moderators depend on other tools only available outside the official app to keep their communities on-topic and spam-free. We recognize that Pushshift has a tentative Memorandum of Understanding to return for mods to use, but that is just the beginning, not the end.
Accordingly, the moderation team of bestoflegaladvice is declaring its opposition to this blanket API pricing change, we ask our users to sign the open letter at Save3rdPartyApps, and we will be shutting down the subreddit in solidarity for 48 hours from June 12. We also acknowledge and support that other legaladvice subs such as legaladvice are choosing not to shut down, so that they can remain open to fulfill their mission of providing free and accessible legal advice.

Last month, I was driving along the highway, coming back from a trip to my grandpa's house. I can't remember the exact second, but as I was driving, apparently a truck collided with my car and I was knocked unconscious. While I was out, I fell into a dream. One that will stick with me.
I need to type as many details as possible, so here's every single thing I remember.
I was a 7 year old boy, living in New Jersey rather than my real world home state of Massachusetts. My parents would drop me off at a school I never went to in the real world, and I would play with friends I never met.
2024 and 2025 were calm, upbeat years for me. I didn't care much for world events, so I barely paid attention to the news. It was just my toys, Disney Plus, and my friends, Josh, Emily, and Ryan. We played war and crime themed video games and watched hilarious videos on social media.
2026, however, was when things took a bit of a downturn. In March, my friend, Josh, died in a car accident, and they noticed his eyeballs were missing from their sockets after the wreck. I was shown a picture for god knows what reason, and I teared up as I saw my friend's red eye sockets and lifeless face.
That night, I kept my bedroom light on. I don't know exactly what time it was when this happened, but I was lying on my back, staring at the wall when a pair of black pants popped up out of nowhere at the foot of my bed. Sidetracked, I looked up and saw a rusted face. The thing, whatever I saw, vanished as I made eye contact with it. My heart dropped and I called for my Mom.
I chalked it up to the thing having been a ghost. I brought it up to my friends, Ryan and Emily, the next day. Emily told me she was in the car behind the one Josh was in, and saw a man with a rusted-looking face running towards the car, but for some reason she doesn't remember what happened next. Chills ran down my spine as I realized the man was real.
Together, my friends and I decided he was a ghost we needed to avoid. This pact made me feel less alone, and being as afraid of the ghost as I was, decided to never break it.
I slept under my covers to avoid seeing him, and I didn't see him again until the trip I took to Canada's Wonderland that summer. I was riding the Leviathan when I swore I saw a man a few rows ahead of where I sat, with a rust-coloured neck. The adrenaline I felt riding the coaster turned to panic. Time slowed and I wanted off the ride.
This man stole my friend's eyes and was probably after mine too. Once I was off the roller coaster, I looked around frantically for him. I managed to catch him walking into a bathroom. Was he following me? I begged my Mom to take me home as soon as possible.
My friends and I decided to go hunting for the man one day. I think before the end of August 2026. We walked into a nearby forest and waited for an hour. We didn't know where he came from, but Emily pointed out he was around at times we felt the most emotional, and we were telling each other how scared we were of him, which had to count.
Fortunately, he didn't show up. I was overwhelmed with chills, and told the two I didn't want to search for the rusted man anymore, and began walking home.
2027 and 2028 were my preteen years. I took my mind off of the rusted man by focusing on my favourite shows and musical artists. For the sake of getting all the details down, I watched a lot of Simpsons, Gumball, and this show called Camedon that went viral in 2027. The music I listened to was a rapper named Pestilence 40 and a pop singer named Rhonda Miller. In the Spring of 2028, I realized I was Asexual and Aromantic, meaning I didn't feel a sense of attraction towards anybody.
I spent a lot of time researching my favourite things while I'd overhear my parents freak out over a war that involved China. I have a hard time remembering anything more about said war.
The next time I saw the rusted man was shortly after I turned 13 in 2029. I was going through the pictures of my trip to Chicago, and, at the bottom of my camera roll, there was a picture of his face. I jumped.
When did that happen?
I went into the photo's details tab and found out it was dated February 5, 1950. Odd, considering there's no way the phone I was using was manufactured anytime around that year, but I sent it to my friends. Both of them responded by telling me the image was coming up blank. I went back to my Gallary, intenting to study the image closely, but it was gone.
A lot of the time after that were just casual memories of being dropped off at school, playing GTA 6 with friends, watching my favorite shows, listening to my favourite music, and joking about Secret Wars on Reddit and a viral app called BL. Nothing much about the man...
That is, until sometime in 2032, when I saw him walk by my bedroom window while I was right in the middle of a depressive episode. The chills I felt were one of the four emotional highs I felt that year. For the rest of the year, and for a lot of the following year, I felt numb, anxious, and mentally vacant. I barely cared about anything. Not even the man, or the flu epidemic going on at the time.
My friends were going through the same thing, so we exchanged affirmations and shared quotes from singers who were part of an indie wave trying to bring music back to its Billie Eilish phase. I was pretty much over the man at that point. I cared so much less about him, I considered seeking him out to let him kill me. I didn't think I was going to make it to 2034 anyway... so, why not?
Then in 2033, my depression began to lift, and I started to dread the thought of him again. I started drawing pictures of him and posted them on BL. Over the course of months, I gained a following who claimed to have seen him too. Some told me they saw him in their dreams, some told me they spotted him in a crowd, and others saw him in the window of a house they happened to be driving or walking by. Then there were a few people who told me they saw him running across roads and ripping eyeballs out of the heads of homeless people. By the end of the year, I had 10,000 followers.
In 2034, articles were being published about him. He became one of those big internet mysteries with dozens of videos and posts revolving around him and his actions, with some specific autobiographical drawings of mine being used as artistic renditions.
Some people made and posted highly vivid AI generated videos of him performing various tasks like midnight break-ins, murders, and to be jokingly relatable, cooking and cleaning. The videos looked like big budget movies, and, as I watched each of them, I got a deeper sense of dread. I avoided watching the videos altogether, as they began to scare the living shit out of me.
There was a popular form of technology at the time that let people share thoughts and feelings with others. Aside from, joking around with my friends, I used it to let people feel exactly how I felt during my encounters with him. I told them I hoped we'd get to a point where we'd be able to share memories with others, in order to give them the full observer experience.
In the fall of 2036, the FBI announced they were on the case of the rusted man after a string of murders across the US left victims without their eyeballs. I was overwhelmed with chills as I read the announcement. It was official confirmation of the rusted man's existence. I called the police, reporting my encounters with the rusted man. They told me they'd keep a look out for him.
Throughout 2037, 2038, and 2039, I'd hear reports about more victims being robbed of their eyes, yet no official photos or video of the rusted man ever surfaced. There were dozens of fakes all over the internet that were debunked, and I just wanted an official one. At the same time, however, I wanted it to be a hoax. I wanted it to turn out the man with a rusted face was just a murderer trying to become notorious by cosplaying an internet legend. I distracted myself from the whole fiasco by keeping up with the mission to Mars.
In 2040, the lack of photo and video evidence of the rusted man began to bug me. That was until that summer, when something was found. The FBI released security cam footage showing a man with a rust coloured face beating a police officer in a parking lot. His face resembled a mask, but looked organic at the same time. It was him. I knew it in my gut. Comments from other victims commented the same.
"That's him! I can't believe it took this long to get official footage of him."
"Yep. Definitely him. Right down to his eyes. I feel cold watching that."
"Yes, that is the man who stalked me when I was 7."
I too felt cold watching it. I deleted it from my search history and closed all my blinds. He was real. It was confirmed. I knew needed to hide away, even though I hadn't seen the man since I was 13. My friends told me they felt the same way.
The early 2040s were full of fear and doing as many things from home as possible. I made most of my money from making videos about music and movies. Occasionally, I'd make a video about the man, but only whenever he hit the news. I decided to share part of my revenue with my friends so they didn't need to go out as much and risk another encounter with the man. Luckily, most people just ordered food online anyway, which solved the hunger thing.
Sharing revenue with my friends became more important amidst a recession I only barely remember taking place in 2041 through 2043.
I began to go outside more in late 2043/early 2044. The man hadn't been in the news for a year, so I joked the FBI had caught him and found out he was an alien. It found it weird he was only reported in Canada and the US. Maybe it wasn't so weird in actuality, but it was as if something was missing. Like he was present in other places, but no reports had gotten out. I chalked it up to a random assumption and went along with my days.
In the summer of 2044, I discovered a conspiracy forum dedicated to the rusted man. I can remember some of the post titles quite vividly.
"The 'Rusted Man': what is his face really made of?"
"Is the Rusted Man the Last Resort for the US Government on Homelessness?"
"DNA CONNECTS THE RUSTED MAN TO DINAH CORTEZ"
I got out of that forum right away and blocked it from my search results. There was no reason to read any of that bologna...
Throughout 2045, Pop singers would insert references to the rusted man into their promotional music videos, but they usually either butchered him, had him get arrested, or portrayed him as a metaphor for the singer's own mental health issues.
While I was glad he was getting attention, I kinda regretted giving him so much coverage, as it meant I had to hear about him everywhere all the time. I brought it up to Emily.
"Yeah, but, I feel the same way," she said. "I sometimes wish I could hit a button and give everyone amnesia for a week."
While I kept hearing about him, I sure as hell hadn't seen him for a while. I thought I was free of him. Maybe he just left me alone... Maybe he leaves certain people alone after teasing them for a bit...
I was wrong. On one especially sunny afternoon in September 2045, I was jogging along the sidewalk on a road not too far from where I lived. I couldn't help but notice the sky looked like a painting. A really good one at that. As I stared up at the oddity, I bumped into somebody. My face colliding with theirs. Their complexion was odd. It was rough and almost felt like duct tape at the same time. I looked at him and told him I was sorry, but that's when I saw his face.
It was him. The fucking man with the fucking rusted out face. I went cold and felt I needed to force myself to step backwards. When I did, the man let out a chilling shriek. It sounded metallic, but like the climax of a sneeze at the same time. He stared into my eyes, which began to tingle. My heart dropped and I broke the stare, turning around and sprinting along the sidewalk.
Once I got home, I shut all my curtains, reported the man to the police, and texted my friends about the encounter. All I could think was, how long do I have to go through this? At least I was 29 years old, so people would believe it when I say it happened to me. I wasn't a kid anymore, but even then, I wished the rusted man was nothing more than a normal childhood hallucination.
I went to my doctor for my eyes, just to make sure they were alright. He found an odd transparent substance under each of my eyelids and referred me to a specialist. Some tests were done and I was told substance was the same one found in every crime scene involving the rusted man. They concluded I needed to be quarantined in my home for upwards of 20 years. I'm not kidding. That was the protocol.
During quarantine, the man never showed up at, or in, my house. I could only wonder what he was doing other than probably killing somebody. I dreaded the idea of him showing up. I had nightmares once a week... other than that, I still had access to the internet, so I watched as society developed while I was unable to go outside.
A political uprising happened in favour of conservatism in 2046, which was met with equal push from the liberal side due to proclaimations of violence towards those that wanted science to be taught in school.
In 2050, Russia collapsed and fell into a civil war, but was avenged by China and India.
By 2053, we were able to use MRI-like devices to project imagined images onto a screen. I ordered one for $100 and used it to recreate my memories of the rusted man and share them online. They were chilling to look at, so I considered not opening them for a while.
In 2056, a major cyberattack brought down various websites. Luckily, no archival sites were taken down.
Personally I just spent the years making content and building a fanbase that sent me emails all the time. The switch from foldable phones to perfectly flexible phones in the late 40s was fun. The phasing out of laptops due to phones becoming ever more useful was welcome.
Things were pretty normal for that stretch of time, aside from the quarantining. I got pretty used to it though, and developed a habit of jogging on the spot for exercise.
Throughout the 2050s, the rusted man made the news once a month. Throughout the early 2060s, he was making the news once a week. This I wanted to look at the news less often, but I had to because it was important. It didn't matter how dreadful the increased volume of attacks was.
Throughout the mid 2060s, reports came out about him destroying AIs, possibly because he didn't have high tech glasses that identified AIs as one of its features, so he likely thought they were human. This led to an upping of security around AIs and advancements in their security protocols. By 2067, a report came out stating less AIs were getting attacked by him.
The man spent the rest of the 2060s and the beginning of the 2070s continuing his murder spree without much to be discovered about him. He was still an unsolved mystery, and had become one of the most notorious figures of the 21st Century.
In 2071, reports about the rusted man's eye thieving became daily and worldwide. Major news talking heads began pushing the idea the rusted man is an alien who could attack a major celebrity or politician. Or course, celebrities and politicians upped their security ten-fold during the mid-2060s due to the weekly attacks, so nothing could go wrong, right?
That's what I thought, until May 2073, when a famous rapper named Fenny DON was found dead, inside his Atlanta mansion, without both his eyes. The security cameras caught the rusted man popping out of nowhere (in a very specific way that's difficult to explain. Either way, I went cold watching it,) restraining the rapper to their bed, removing their eyes, then vigorously ripping their brain out of their head. It was mortifying, and many people said they refuse to watch it, recreate it, share it, etc, but everybody had to have seen the screen shot of the man standing in the rapper's bedroom one second after appearing out of thin air. It was shared all over the internet for months. The video itself was proof this guy could teleport and move objects telekinetically.
The Pentagon released a report soon after, which included speculation about the rusted man's intentions. It was thought the rusted man was after people's eyes because they are impossible to reproduce alone and nothing beats them in terms of perception.
That wasn't the only thing I was wondering, however.
"Why he needs them is still very unknown and multiple theories so far haven't passed the merit test."
There it was. It needed to be figured out soon, because I wanted to know. I anticipated the day the truth came to be known. I needed the damn closure so bad.
In March 2074, I started to thinking of my life as wasted by the rusted man and my fear of him. I was 59 and rotting from the inside out. I didn't open up to my friends about it until I started slipping into a depression in May, despite my quarantine having just ended. That was when my friends told me the most assuring thing they could.
"Remember the little things, and we're here for you," Emily said.
"Yeah, all we can do now is whatever we want to do, because we're probably going to be killed at some point anyway," Ryan said.
It was cliche, but true. The emptiness lingered on through mid 2075, then it sorta lifted. Maybe I was desensitized, but at least I had my friends and the emotionally cathartic shows I was watching.
By the end of that year, I was thinking of upping my dosage of anti-depressants. Emily, Ryan, and I, were hanging out a lot more to make each other happier in spite of our emptiness and fear the rusted man would barge into our homes, randomly appear on the foot of our beds, or chase us down a road. And it was working. On December 29th, I felt the emptiness lift. Who needed pills? We just needed to stick together, like we always had. Emily suggested covering our heads to confuse the man, but I pointed out we'd need to know when he would arrive. We can't wear bags on our heads forever.
"We'll figure something out," Emily said.
In mid April 2076, I was eating dinner when I started hearing a loud rushing water-like sound coming from outside. I went outside to check out what was going on, but I couldn't find the source. I watched as my next door neighbor walked out onto their front porch, then the neighbor directly across the street stepped onto their porch, both of them looked up at the sky with looks of confusion.
I checked the news later on to find the sound was being reported all over Canada, all over the US, in the UK, Australia, Spain, Japan, South Africa, Chile... then pretty much everywhere else. The entire world was hearing this thing. The noise went on for days, then weeks, comments under articles were mixed about the sound. Some thought it was annoying, others enjoyed its fuzzyness. Both Emily and Ryan both told me they thought it was ear-piercingly horrible. Comedians joked about aliens, and NASA started to theorize it was actually extraterrestrial in nature. The sound finally faded in June 2076, and Emily, Ryan, and dozens of people across the internet expressed their relief.
Around August 10, 2076, I was mowing my lawn when I noticed him standing across the street from my house. The rusted man. He stared my way, not moving an inch. As he stared sinisterly into my soul, I was overwhelmed with chills. But that wasn't it. I noticed something off about the my surroundings. The trees, bushes, grass, were no longer moving in the wind. The man even looked static himself. I couldn't help but stare at the oddity. Everything that should've been moving just seemed so two-dimensional all of a sudden.
I pulled my digital glasses out of my pocket and attempted to call the police, but the numbers weren't in the right order. Attempting to dial 9-1-1 brought up a different combination of three numbers each time.
I sprinted back inside and shut all the curtains again, except for the ones in the kitchen, as they refused to move when I tried to shut them.
Over the following week, the fleeting rushing sound returned to the sky. This time, it sounded familiar. Not just because I heard it for two months straight not too long before. It seemed as if I had always known that sound. I realized it more and more as the weeks went on. In early September 2076, I went to the Museum. On my way to there, I noticed the trees were still static and fake looking. I tried my best to not even think about them, but rather on the technology of the early 21st Century.
When my phone decided to work, I texted Emily. Apparently, I had missed 20 messages from her, but I was too freaked out about my surroundings.
"Does anything seem off about the trees?" I asked.
"No? They look fine to me," Emily responded.
"They look fake all of a sudden. The grass too," I said. "Also, I feel like I've heard The Buzzy Static long before this year, and sometimes my phone looks off, which is why I missed your messages."
"Have you told your doctor about this?" she asked.
I hadn't, but I decided to make an appointment. On the day of the appointment, my doctor immediately diagnosed me with Schizophrenia, but I knew there was more to what I was experiencing. The day after my visit to the doctor, Emily and Ryan came over. I showed them the trees across the street and the grass on my lawn. I told them how fake it looked to me. They told me it all looked normal. They didn't notice anything unusual like I did, which only made my obsession deeper. I looked around at everything for a while. My friends tried to convince me to do stuff with them, but I refused. Eventually, they left, and I stood there, trying to make sense of what I was seeing.
Every day, I stood in my front yard for two hours, looking at the trees, bushes, and grass. In late September, the Buzzy Static began to feel more localized to my heart, and I could hear a subtle wooshing along with the buzzing. It too came from the sky.
By mid October, the sound dissipated, but the ambient noise was still going strong. People would walk past my house like there was no sound coming from the sky at all. On October 15, 2076, I stood on my front lawn, listening to the wooshing noise, and watching the trees cease to convince me they were normal. Then, the wooshing sounded localized to my lawn, and then it hit me.
None of this is real.
Suddenly, I immediately alternated from standing to laying down on my lawn without having moved a muscle. I was staring up at the sky, which was getting brighter. I could feel my heart beating. I began to hyperventilate, as this was new to me.
Where the hell am I going?
I looked at the unrealistic trees, then everything went blurry. Pain erupted in my chest, then I was lying on a stretcher. I wanted to move, but I was in shock.
What the... hell...? What's happening right now?
Then I remembered my life. My real life. Then the drive... The crash... I fished my phone out and looked at the date. May 23rd. I checked the calendar for the year. It was 2023. I was overcome with a heavy feeling of sadness. I thought I had spent 53 years being friends with two amazing people, but I was really just... unconscious for a short time?
I can't stop thinking about Emily and Ryan. The whole thing about the rusted man was crazy, but some things will never make sense. Last Thursday, I was sweeping my room, still feeling like I had lost real friends, when I turned around to sweep near the door and saw... the rusted man standing right outside my room. I went cold. It was really him... that rust coloured face... those eyes... I thought I was hallucinating at first. I knew I wasn't dreaming though, as you know when you're awake when you're dead awake. The rusted man lunged at me, and, before I could react, I was being tackled to the ground.
This isn't a hallucination at all... Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Dread overcame me as I struggled. Pain shot up through my back. At some point, I managed to get him off of me, then I sprinted into the living room and out the back door. I didn't have my phone with me, so I couldn't call the police. I looked back and saw the man's silhouette in the door frame. He lunged at me through the dark of the night. My heart sunk and I sprinted away, but tripped and fell face first onto the grass. Not a second later, I felt a painful thump.
I woke up in the hospital with that unexplainable liquid under my eyelids. The liquid I had in the same spot in the dream. My heart sank even further. Great... The doctors told me I'd be going in for testing, and asked me what happened. I told them, describing the man to them as well, but in a plausible way.
"He probably had face paint on or something. Something that made his face look like rusty metal."
Later that day, one of the doctors told me my tests have been scheduled for the 9th.
Just yestarday, I heard Emily's voice in a dream, but she was nowhere to be seen. I woke up with tears streaming down my face, wondering why the rusted man had to be real, but not the two people who were always there for me, or the other victims of the man himself.
My curtains have been shut for days now, I've informed my neighbors of the madman, and the police told me they're still on the lookout. All I want to know is who this man is, what he wants with my eyes, how much longer I'm going to live with him stalking me, and how dreaming truly works.

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I have been living with my boyfriend and my housemate for just under 3 years now. The housemate is a friend of mine who I have known for nearly 7 years. Me and housemate work full time, boyfriend works part time having just finished uni.
Ever since we moved in together I took over the chores. This is for the simple reason that no one else did it and I had a basic level of hygiene I needed to uphold in order to live comfortably.
This means that for the past three years I have myself hoovered the house once a week (though occasionally my boyfriend does it, when asked), mopped the house once a month, cleaned the communal bathroom once a month. The other communal jobs, such as taking the bins out, are shared mainly between me and my boyfriend though again he only does this when I have asked (often multiple times). Other more deep-cleaning is always me, such as cleaning shared throws, hoovering the couch, dusting, etc.
For everything else, I cook for me and my boyfriend whilst he washes up (and often doesn’t put away the dry dishes until asked by me, multiple times). Housemate cooks for herself and does clean up after herself. Sometimes she leaves dishes out as well. I clean all aspects of me and boyfriends bedroom and en-suite. Housemate cleans her own bedroom and bathroom.
They have always known that I resent taking the burden of household chores but have never changed and buried their guilt through making jokes about me being a ‘clean freak’. I have over the years said multiply earrings to them about how unhappy I was with the arrangement.
About 3 months ago I snapped and sent a message to the house chat which reads the following :
“Hi guys sorry I’m messaging the chat but I feel like I need to say it now before I lose my nerve. I’m really starting to feel the strain of having to organise everything around the house - making sure the bins are taken out, the house is hoovered, the bathrooms cleaned, etc. I understand you might not notice these things like I do which is completely fine, but if you both remembered to hoover the house and clean the downstairs bathroom even once each every four to six weeks, or remembered to take the bins out once each every two weeks, that would really take a lot off my shoulders because I feel like it’s all on me to make sure everything gets done and it’s just very exhausting after a while. I don’t want to upset anyone which is why I haven’t said anything for so long but it’s just getting a bit on top of me so I would just appreciate a little bit of help please if that’s okay xx”
Shockingly, nothing has changed.
We are moving out in three months (me and bf moving in together alone) so I have told myself to suck it up but it is getting so on top of me, it bothers me every single day and makes me not want to come home.
About two weeks ago I broached the topic with my boyfriend of sharing responsibility of chores, meaning I don’t have to ask him to do everything. But his attitude was very much that he does not notice these things and it should be enough that he does it when asked. I suggested we pay for a cleaner and he said he can’t afford it right now. I asked if he could hoover more then as he is currently only working part time. He huffily agreed, though I know he won’t do it.
This morning I asked him if, as I was at work and he off all day, he could put the dishes away, take the bins out and tidy the living room a bit. Driving home from work at the end of the day I thought “I would be my life he hasn’t done it” and surprise surprise when I came home, nothing had been done. He told me he forgot. He did it once reminded him. I told him he does not prioritise it or respect me enough to do basic tasks. We are currently not speaking.
I know both of these people well and I know they are so lazy with this sort of thing and are not going to change any time soon. But I can’t do this for another three months as I will go mad.. not to mention the foreseeable future living with my boyfriend, the only silver lining being that I will have to tidy up after only two people rather than three.
Please help, how do I approach this situation with the two of them?

Hi there! My names Aj I'm a graduating high school senior that is an aspiring characteprop/background designer specifically for cartoons. I am still in the process of trying to find the correct path for myself, confused with what college I am pursuing. I know a lot of people in here are industry professionals so I wanted to ask people that have experience in the artist industry to how they had become successful in their work. I am asking for anybody to share their story with me with how they ended up successful in the art industry. I know I am in a VERY early stage in my career so I want to make sure I play my cards right so I can set myself up for success. Working for cartoons is something I want more than anything, however spending hundreds of thousands of dollars to go to california right now is not realistic for me. I still have a lot of drive, and want to make a lot of connections but I'm stuck in a way that I dont know how. Thank you so much!If youd like to see some of my work and get to know more about me my Instagram is @/Watashie

I work in a bank call centre, for my sins, and I don't know why but just so many people come through these days on speakerphone. It's all ages, and the worse offenders are older people. They talk and talk without pause, then ask you a question, then start talking again after 5 seconds, not listening to the answer. It's like they think you are a wee little robot in your phone and despite calling to speak to a person they think just talking over you will fix thinks. Yeah I get your problem and how inconvenienced it made you, but now you need to starting listening back to fix it.
Sometimes I wish it was like Going For Gold with Henry Kelly, and you only get so many words before the gold bar runs out and you have to stop so we can have a proper two-way conversation.
Then there are the people driving or calling from the street; maybe you can here me, but I need to hear you and get your details like names and numbers. It is almost like people have never used phones before and have no empathy to understand the people at the other end is sat in from of a keyboard listening to them. I've had people in their 70s in such a rush they can't speak; you'd think they are worried they will die in the next 5 minutes. Just relax a bit, slower is faster.

Welcome to the Living Soul Osiris Guide! In this Aether Gazer guide, we will explore how to effectively play as Living Soul Osiris, focusing on team composition, sigils, functors, skills, and aether codes. Living Soul Osiris is a powerful character in Aether Gazer, known for her wind-based abilities and versatility in battles. By understanding the best team setup, choosing the right sigils, utilizing the unique functors, mastering her skills, and selecting suitable aether codes, you can unleash the full potential of Living Soul Osiris. Check it out: Living Soul Osiris Guide
I have a simple request just like the last time, I would like you to comment on this Reddit post and share your tips and advice for using Living Soul Osiris. If you have any suggestions about different ways to play, alternative team formations, sigils, special abilities, or any other helpful tips related to Living Soul Osiris, please share them below. If your tips are useful, I will include them in a section called "Bonus Tips" in my guide. Additionally, I will mention your Reddit username on my website for providing these bonus tips. Thank you :D

So currently there is a fire in Canada and smoke is brushing towards NY. It’s giving me a massive panic attack
I didn’t grow up on the west coast where there are more forest fires and would like some words to ease my anxiety about this. Thank you!
Edit: I’ve never experience something like this before

Hey all, 2023 Elantra Limited Hybrid, full digital instrument cluster. I’m looking for a Trip A / Trip B odometeMPG display like what is on our 2017 Elantra Limited. I’ve gone through all the displays I can find, even clicking the + for more, but can only find the following 3:
Current Drive info (resets after 4 hours idle)
Accumulated info (has never been reset, and I’d like to keep this as a lifetime MPG gauge)
Info since refueling (which doesn’t even have correct data)
I have a lengthy road trip coming up, and would like to have a separate odometeMPG for that trip only, for which I would use the Trip A or Trip B in the 2017 Elantra. But it looks like the only display available for that would be the “Accumulated info” which I’d prefer not to reset. Surely I’m overlooking something?

I moved to Phoenix half a year ago and recently found myself missing my favorite chips from home, Snyder of Berlin. Especially their BBQ and Sweet & Sassy… super light to the point they almost melt in your mouth, super seasoned, and super destroys the roof of your mouth. Anyone know of some similar chips you can find in the west coast?

Hello everyone! I've been a longtime lurker, enjoying all the amazing tips and pictures shared here, but I've never really been active as a poster. That's about to change this summer because I'm excitedly planning a trip to Cape Town and I could really use some advice on where to spend a week before heading there.
I'll be traveling with my partner and our two lovely girls, aged 4 and 6. I'm curious about the safety of Durban as a potential destination. Initially, I had the idea of going on a safari in Kruger, but it seems a bit challenging due to the time difference, multiple flights required to get there, road travel, and the safari schedules in Kruger, which include early morning drives and evening events.
Any suggestions you could provide on where we should spend that first week would be greatly appreciated. Since we'll be flying in from Canada, we'll need at least 48 hours to recover from the long journey before moving on to the next city.
Our main reason for going to Cape Town is to attend a family event around mid-October. After that, we plan to explore the Garden Route and enjoy sightseeing all the way up to Port Elizabeth, from where we'll catch a flight to Johannesburg. We'll try to squeeze in a visit to Pilanesberg before heading back home.
Thank you in advance to everyone for your valuable help! I really appreciate it!

Was having a discussion about the book with my wife. She casually mentioned that the narrator is homosexual and that’s the whole subtext of the book. I had absolutely no idea and did not even pick up on anything. Is that a thing or is she making this up?
My take was that the narrator is hopelessly in love with Holly too. The nature of his unrequited love, though melancholic in his mind, is always overshadowed by his constant, near obsessive, curiosity about the mechanics of Holly's exciting and wild world. This drives him to be cold and analytical but never unwavering of his awe towards Holly. Did I miss something entirely?