Hey gang! I recently had the AC compressor go out on my 2012 Honda Civic. I had it replaced at a local shop and it’s blowing cold as ice, which is great.
I’ve noticed however that it seems like the air coming out of my vents feels like it is constantly charged, whether I have the AC button on or off. Even when I have the fan off and re-circ off, just getting the faintest trickle of air from outside pressure through the vents the air still feels like AC.
Even sitting still and switching the AC on/off I can’t feel the RPMs fluctuate like I would expect from the compressor switching on/off.
Is it even possible that the compressor would be in a constant “on” state? Should I be concerned about the longevity of the new compressor if so?

Even when it's really hot. If I'm by myself I'll often leave the AC off. I call it my "saunacar." Sometimes I'll turn on the AC, but generally only if I'm concerned about sweating or if it's a longer drive. Sitting in hot air for a little while is pleasant imo, but I've been told I'm crazy for this

EDIT: I realize that I should have included make/model info. I'll have to get that and edit it in here. Sorry.
I'm a small-time landlord, having just one condo that I rent out. My tenant complained that the AC wasn't working. The AC system (condenser & evaporator) is something like eight years old. I went out and sure enough it was hot inside, the furnace blower was cranking out warm air, and the outdoor condenser and fan weren't running. The thermostat was set appropriately ("cool", and the temperature at a reasonable setting). As part of initial diagnosis, I popped the thermostat off the wall and gave it new batteries. I also looked around in the furnace, looking for loose wires, plugged condensate line, or anything else I might find. After all that messing about, I realized that the condenser motor and fan were running and the blower was blowing cold air.
Out of curiosity, I put the old batteries back in the thermostat, and it continued to work correctly. Out of caution, I put the new batteries back in. The thermostat itself was only about four years old. Maybe poor connections to the thermostat? I retightened all the wire connections to the thermostat base, but none seemed loose.
I instructed my tenant (we're on friendly terms) that if it failed again, he should try popping the thermostat off and back on its base.
The system worked for some weeks, then failed again. Popping the thermostat off and on did not fix it. I was out of town, and before I made it back into town, the tenant reported that the AC had spontaneously started working again.
That's the situation now. I would like to isolate the failure and implement a reliable repair while I'm here (I travel quite a bit).
Please give me suggestions on what to test or refurbish.
Alternatively, if I can provoke it into failure, I can call a pro and supervise everything while I'm here, instead of having to handle it all long distance.
Also, a question: am I correct in thinking that the fan motor in the outdoor condenser unit does not depend on the capacitor to start or run, that the capacitor is there only for the condenser motor? In other words, if the problem was the capacitor, the fan would have been running (recall that in my first evaluation, the fan was stopped)?
I'm thinking that it might be the contactor in the condenser unit outdoors being internally sticky, and messing around with the thermostat just turned the control line on and off enough to unstick it for a while. Is this at all plausible? Should I preemptively replace it?
Many thanks for any advice you can give.

I have one of the my rooms where the furnace, AC, and hot water boiler are. Is it possible to bring cool air to it (and take the hot air out?) or is this going to place too much strain on the system somehow?

I have a ford focus st and the AC started blowing hot air but on RARE occasions, it blows not-that-cold air, especially on 3+ rpm. i thought it would’ve been the compressor losing its power but i don’t hear any noise coming from it, the clutch is engaging well and i hear the click sound, so i thought it could be a problem with the condenser, could it be?

Hi all, im trying to hook up my portable AC unit before a heatwave tomorrow (might be too late) and i used to have a hard plastic 125mm hose that would screw on the back of my unit. It developed a few cracks in the pipe so had to throw them out, but i am struggling to find a replacement.
I just bought some PVC ducting, but the damn thing doesn't work. It lets heat from the AC outlet straight back in to the room, which almost caused my AC to fail (started to spit out hot air that it was intaking again) and also the plastic PVC is super thin...almost like a trash bag - so 0 insulation and not durable. the Last hose i had was very strong hard plastic - but i cant seem to find them in any DIY stores and i dont know the name of the material to search online. Can anyone help?
for reference, this is what i just bought that didnt work https://www.toolstation.com/pvc-flexible-ducting-hose/p16587

Hey guys!
Interesting story for you guys. I bought my GT86 and noticed a couple of months into ownership that the air con wasn’t blowing cool air - I have a warranty on my car and this was the story:
First mechanic (local) said the AC clutch wasn’t engaging and needed a regas to see what problem was. Long story short, he didn’t have the equipment to regas my AC, warranty recommends mechanic 2.
Mechanic 2 has the tools to regas, but recommends a full AC check to be sure there is no leaks (in my opinion, the correct approach) 2 hours later i get a call - “AC compressor is shot, need to replace compressor, I can only get it from Toyota in Japan - €600, and €200 for regas”
The positive of mechanic 2’s story is that both compressor and regas would be covered by warranty - so I say great! Only thing is, he is refusing to go through warranty - he says “too long to wait to get paid, so I need upfront payment of €600 for the part from you (from me)”
I call warranty, they say above shouldn’t happen for a customer - recommends mechanic 3 who won’t require upfront payment.
Mechanic 3 checks AC and says no leaks found - re gassed and AC is now fixed - the negative here is that a regas in isolation is no covered by warranty - €200 paid by me.
Now I have beautiful cool AC blasting out of my car - but I’m worried, did Mechanic 2 lie to get €600 or did Mechanic 3 lie to get an easy €200 off me??
What does everyone think?

Hey everybody, looking for some help trying to figure out what is wrong with my z. My 370z is a 2013 base, 68,xxx miles, automatic, and completely stock. So the problem, about a week ago I noticed the ac only gets cold when I am driving the car, when I start the car, stop at red lights, or sit after I park it just start to blow warm air. Gonna hope I just need a freon recharge but may take it to Nissan to get a official diagnostic if freon does not help. But then the second problem which may just be coincidence is the other day I started my car and it was sorta smoking and smelt like burnt oil, so turned it off checked the oil, checked driveway for oil, and all that was good so turned it back on and it ran completely fine. But now after I drive the car it steams and smells like the car was under a ton of load (like then you can do some spirted driving) but this is just after driving home from work or grabbing some food, no hard driving at all. Could anyone have any ideas what could be wrong? oil temps are always normal around 200 and there is plenty of coolant, don't see any leaks and nothing is leaking under the car. just really confused on what is happening. If anyone could help it would be very appreciated, feel like this forum is more useful than a steelership, thanks to anyone who read all of this

So I don't know what to do or what to expect when it comes to my ac.. I turn on my car and my ac and it blows hot air. But every once in awhile it will blow the normal cool air.. I got one of the ac coolent bottles with the meter and it says it's full(but if I'm gonna be honest I don't think I've ever put coolent in there since I bought the car almost 4 years ago. I also live in one of the hottest areas in California so I use that bitch alot).
Is this gonna cost alot?? What should I expect... I am a female who doesn't know to much about cars so I tend to get fucked in prices ..
2014 ,chevy impala, idk about the engine, automatic I believe

I test drove a second hand Ford Fiesta mk8 car in 2020 and the air con was making a funny noise. The salesman phoned me to say they re-gased the air-con so I went back and bought the car. Several months later I wasn’t sure if the air con was working and eventually tested it with a meat thermometer a couple of months ago to confirm it’s just blowing hot air.
I took it back to the garage I bought it from and they quoted me £170 to re-gas and use a UV dye to search for a leak. They then said they found the leak and it would cost over £600 to fix and that they managed to reclaim the gas before it leaked out. They wanted me to pay the £170 bill to take the car home while deciding what to do. I had to really push the garage to reduce the bill based on the premise they reclaimed the gas, they put me through to the sales manager who easily then said yes of course I shouldn’t have to pay the full amount as the gas was reclaimed. I paid £130 and got the car home.
I told them I had lost my trust in them as I had raised the air con issue before buying the car and that’s when they should have noticed the leak. They tried to say that they have paperwork their end showing they did check for leaks when they re-gased the car before I purchased it and that the leak didn’t exist then.
I then took my car to a garage I trust, assuming they could see where the leak is and then quote on fixing it. But, we couldn’t see the UV dye anywhere to show where the leak was. I phoned the untrusted garage and they specified where the leak was (different position to where they originally told me). I still can’t find the leak. My trusted garage even gave me a UV light to take home and check myself, I can’t find anything. The un-trusted garage even gave me the list of parts they said needed replacing but I can’t find where these parts are:
261 7651 - tube 5181 037 - o ring gasket 2281140 - brock 2170567 - foam pad
What are my options - I would really like to get my air-con fixed but my trusted garage isn’t really great at things like that and I don’t trust the first garage

I drive a 2016 VW Passat (paid off) which has dual heat/AC. It worked fine until I got the unit wet, and the buttons stuck and eventually caused a whole electrical glitch of the unit. I had the entire interface replaced at a dealer. However, I was told that the actual motofan which controls the dual-system was still not fixed and would be an entirely separate process costing me roughly 3 grand because it would require ripping the entire dash apart to get to the mechanism. So now the drivers side does not blow out hot air in the winter (which I can deal with), but in the summer it ONLY blows hot air. Driving in the summertime for long periods of time has become intolerable. I really can't afford the estimated price. I'm wondering if this was just because I was at the dealer...?

If you’re reading this I am begging you to believe me. Especially if you have children. My name is Leon and I have been investigating strange disappearances for four years. I am not an official investigator or a journalist. Before I started this whole thing I did not believe in ghosts or the paranormal. For me to believe in something I had to see it with my own two eyes! Everything had to be factual and everything had an explanation.
At least this is what I used to believe until my wife was murdered four years ago. They found her at work completely skinless. She was drained of blood and was missing all of her nails. They told me the precision required to accomplish this was not heard of yet. I waited months for answers and they never came, so I decided to go get them myself. I had no idea where to start or who to speak to so I went back to the store to try and dig up as much information as I could find.
Her manager eventually told me that she had gotten into a fight with a customer that day and that he assumed she went home on time. When her body was found in the employee break room he was shocked. He had no idea she was still in the building. He said he told me exactly what he told the police. I asked him if there was any footage of the man she was arguing with but he told me the security cameras were not working that day. I vividly remember wanting to punch this guy in his damn face. He was no help and I was determined to solve my wife's murder.
I ended up searching for the guy for months. I asked every one of her coworkers if they saw the argument and a couple of times I even had a run-in with the cops. They insisted that I should let them do their jobs and that they had everything handled. There was no chance I was going to listen to them. I had to take time off from my investigation to attend her funeral and make sure I got all of the preparations right. In hindsight, I was not growing properly and I really should've taken some time to reassess.
So fast forward another month and I finally get a lead. Something I assumed the cops didn't have, this meant I could finally get some answers before being stonewalled again. I ended up finding this guy, Will Brookes at a fucken motel off of the highway about three miles from where my wife worked. I waited for two days before I saw him leave his room to get ice. Once I knew what room to find him in I knocked until he opened the door. He was rightfully pissed but not as pissed as I was. It took every ounce of willpower in my body to not kill him on the spot.
“Why did you kill my wife?!” I snapped as I forced myself into the room and slammed the door behind me. He looked shocked.
“I did not kill her!” He screamed and tried to move around me. So I grabbed him by his shirt and slammed him into the wall next to the tv. This guy was not very heavy and not very strong. At that moment I was wondering how he could kill anyone.
“You were the last person to be seen with her alive!” I barked. I wanted to push his body through the wall. I wanted to crush him.
“I was bringing her the papers she requested for a job offer she accepted in a place called LittleBrooke!” The man said. He was shaking so I put him down and pushed him to the side. “Show me the papers,” I demanded. My wife had told me twice that she had gotten a new job offer. I was extremely excited! I work from home and would be happy to live wherever she wanted. All she had to do was say the word and we could’ve left as soon as possible. But she never made it home to tell me the news.
I watched as the shaking man handed me a stack of papers and even a suitcase. “Here, take it and please leave me alone!” He shouted. “Okay.” I left the motel room and went right to my car. I put everything on the passenger seat and went home. Once I got there I sobbed in the driveway for over an hour before finally getting out and heading inside. I never got to see her body and I never got to say goodbye. Being in this house felt like I was walking into a damn shallow grave of sorts.
I went right to the master bedroom and packed up as many clothes as I could. I even took some of her favorite items, I don’t know why. I took a couple of pillows and two blankets, and after that, I went around to search the rest of the house. Once I had finished in the master bedroom I went and grabbed all my items from the bathroom. After that, I went into the nursery. We were planning on trying to have a baby once she got her new job. I looked around the nursery and took some stuffed animals and blankets, nothing too crazy. I also made sure to grab our family photo album. Finally, I made sure to grab all of the savings from the jar we had plus anything I kept in the safe. I also made sure to grab our wedding video and once I had everything I thought I could need I left the house. On my way out I made sure to tell the building goodbye.
Once I got back into my car I decided to drive a bit. No way in hell was I going to the same motel as that guy so I drove until I hit a hotel far enough away from my house. I did not end up checking in though. Once I got close enough I backed up and just kept driving. I eventually hit a truck stop after a couple of hours and decided to rest my eyes for a while. I was exhausted and there were way too many questions rushing through my head. I knew if I kept driving in that state I would probably crash or something.
After sleeping for four hours I decided it was time to look through the papers and figure out what I was going to do next. I took the first paper from the stack and started to read it. For the sake of time here I will only tell you guys what I found that was interesting.
Paper One: You have been accepted to work as a store manager! Please review your employee packet for more information.
So as I am going over this first paper a couple of things stick out to me. Whoever wrote this was trying not to be specific. The whole paper was one big announcement for a new store opening up in a place called LittleBrooke. There was no state mentioned anywhere on this paper, I would later find out that this place was supposed to be in Washington D.C.
I decided to dig around and eventually found the employee packet. She accepted a job at a mega-store called BrightMarketZ. I thought it was a pretty weird name but what stood out to me was what they were offering to pay her. $22.00 an hour! I couldn't believe it. No wonder she said yes and didn’t bother to ask any questions.
Paper Twenty: To find LittleBrooke please enter [REDACTED] into your GPS device. You will be staying inside apartment 307. All rent for your first month in LittleBrooke is covered by your employer. Please note that all apartments are two-bedroom only. If you have a larger household please speak to Sydney May at Town Hall for bigger accommodations.
After reading this I decided to just go to LittleBrooke and get answers. I was assuming that I would find out what the hell happened if I just went. I wanted to know what my wife died for and I wanted to know why this was some big secret in the first place. I went back to bed and as soon as the sun came up I put the information into my GPS and headed for LittleBrooke.

Year One in LittleBrooke

It took me three weeks to reach LittleBrooke and I could tell that something was wrong the moment I found the town. If I wasn't so damn desperate for answers I would've turned around as soon as I saw the library. The building itself wasn't big but the two huge lions on either side of the staircase gave me the creeps.
After that I passed a mechanic, the whole place looked run down as hell. There wasn't a single car to be seen but the sign said open. The man standing outside of the building waved to me so I gave him a slow wave back. He looked weird. At the time I couldn’t place my finger on why but now I know it’s because he was not human.
The theater was kind of cool to look at in a vintage kind of way. They were not showing anything when I drove by and I made the decision early on to stay out of the theater altogether. After the theater, I saw a small building that said LittleBrooke Press. If anything else I figured I could write for the paper.
As I approached the apartment building a woman was standing outside. Her face was weird as hell. It looked like she had far too much plastic surgery like her face was threatening to pop at any moment. “Hi, can I help you?” she asked me. Her voice was shrill, it was gross to even hear her speak. It sounded like she was putting on a fake voice just to speak to me. “Hi, my wife accepted a job offer. Unfortunately, she has passed away. I would still like to claim the apartment left to us. I can work at any place that currently has an opening.” I offered.
“LittleBrooke Press has space for two more writers!” She smiled and handed me the keys to the apartment. She never asked my name and she knew exactly where I wanted to go. I thought it was weird but I didn’t argue. Instead, I took the keys and thanked her. I spent that whole day getting settled into the new apartment. A couple of things, the front door had four different locks on it. I thought that was pretty weird. I also did not see or hear any other people until my third night in the apartment. I called the LittleBrooke Press about a potential job and they told me to email my submissions. There was no need for me to come in person and honestly, I liked this deal a lot.
For the first few months, I spent my time writing about whatever came to my mind. After that, I would send it in and get my money back. The editor never told me what to do and they never requested anything. It was sweet. As December rolled around I could feel myself slipping into a seasonal depression. At that point, I had made no progress in any of my investigations. I did not know the town well enough and frankly, I felt like I was wasting my time. That night I decided to check out the local bar. It was pretty hidden, you had to drive further into LittleBrooke to find it. Once I got there I was shocked! The place was packed. I sat down at the bar and ordered a drink.
The bartender was hot as hell, too hot. She was so even looking so perfectly symmetrical that it made me extremely uncomfortable. There wasn’t a single hair out of place. “So are you new in town?” She asked me. “Yeah, I just got here a couple of months ago. My now-deceased wife accepted a job offer here.” I said bluntly and dryly. I wanted to finish my drink and go. It was like the bones in my body were screaming at me to leave. The woman looked shocked. “Tell me, does that happen often? Do people accept a job offer in LittleBrooke and turn up dead a couple of days later?” I hissed. It was a genuine question but she did not take it too kindly. She took my drink from my hands and told me to leave.
As I made my way back to my car I could hear someone coming up from behind me. I turned around as fast as possible and had to take three steps back. It was the bartender, but she did not look the same. Half of her face was weighed down like she had no bones at all. Her eyes were bulging out of her head. She gurgled at me. “You need to leave!” She finally snapped and swung her arm in my direction. I moved back before she could hit me. As her hand hit my car window it shattered like it was made of ice. I watched as her arm popped and clicked. I could see it slowly getting longer. Before I knew it her arm was dragging on the pavement! She lunged at me so I punched her in her stomach. She gurgled again and sunk her teeth into my jacket. I screamed for help as we hit the pavement. She was trying fucken eat me! I grabbed her by her hair and threw her backward as hard as I could. As I scrambled to my feet and looked at her I screamed again. Her skin was pulled back. Now hugging the bones on her face. Her eyes were completely exposed! I turned and dove into my car as fast as I could. I slammed the door behind me and sped out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell.
The next morning I received a letter under my door. “Sorry, you had problems last night! Please accept our sincerest apologies.” -Mayor Brookes. There was $300 included with the letter. Now, I thought about leaving but decided I had to stay. Something was going on here and I had to find out what. I removed my jacket to see if the woman had injured me, she didn't but the experience was still terrifying. For the first time in a very long time, I was scared. But I also felt closer to the truth than I have ever been before.

Year Two in LittleBrooke

I spent all of January writing about the women who attacked me. I even contacted the police. I quickly learned that the police were going to be completely useless. My editor never sent the story back so I had assumed it was published.
At the end of the month, I left to shop for some supplies. Let me tell you, the grocery store in LittleBrooke is something else. They don’t have any brands you’ve ever heard of and at first, that drove me nuts. However, I quickly came to fall in love with the food here. It was comforting to have something to enjoy. Like always, I made sure to shop for two to three months at a time. Shopping was easy, I used the self-checkout to make sure I didn’t have to speak to anyone.
Once I got home I put everything away and decided to look around the apartment building. My whole floor started with 301 and went all the way to 310. The first floor was 501 to 509. There was a technical second floor but none of the doors were labeled. It looked like someone was renovating the place.
I got to see some of my neighbors too. An older woman, two men, and I were living next door to a lady the whole time. I had never seen or heard from these people before. It seemed like everyone wanted to keep to themselves too. I wanted to try and talk to someone but every time I approached them they turned and walked away. For what it's worth they looked completely normal.
So I left the apartment building and ventured around the property. There were no other apartments anywhere close to the one I was staying at, or so I thought until I found one about thirty minutes away. It was so out of the way you wouldn't find it unless you were looking. Against my better judgment, I opened the doors to the building and walked right inside. The place smelled like rust and soot.
I went to explore the first floor and was shocked to find blood trails on the floor and the ceiling. I followed the trail and made sure to look at the numbers on each door. This floor was numbered 1-10. Most of the doors were locked and I wasn’t going to try and knock anything down. I opened the door to apartment 10 and walked right inside. There was just enough light from the sun to illuminate the place. It looked like the whole place had been ransacked. I checked the tables and cabinets before heading into the bedroom. I searched the dresser and under the pillows before finally checking under the bed. When I looked under I spotted a black box. I grabbed it and that is when I got the feeling again. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I felt something sharp dig into my shoulders.
I screamed as loudly as I could, my face slammed off of the carpet and I clenched the box with one hand. Before I could figure out what the hell was happening I was tossed backward. I went into the bedroom door and rolled a couple of times until I reached the torn-up couch. I slowly lifted my head and to my horror what I was looking at was way too far from human to be real.
It looked like a dog ape thing. It was mostly skinless aside from some skin on its torso and face. The creature had thick, long claws and was standing on its hind legs. It barked at me. Its fangs were huge! I quickly scrambled to my feet and rushed out of the door as fast as possible. I could feel the blood running down my back. Never once did I consider letting this box go.
“Help!” I screamed as I burst through the apartment complex doors and started to run back to the main road. My heart was pounding, I could feel my chest getting tighter with each step. I could hear the beast behind me, it was screeching. I thought I was going to die for sure, there was no way I could continue to outrun this beast. That’s when I heard a car and before I knew it I could see it! A woman was waving me over, she was just up ahead! I had to push a little harder. I had to be just a little stronger.
When I felt the embrace of the car door I ripped it open and dove inside. She sped away and I looked out of the window. The beast did not follow us any further. “Are you insane!” She snapped at me. That’s the last thing I remember before passing out.
When I woke up I was laying on my stomach on an extremely comfortable couch. I could smell someone making pasta with meat sauce. My stomach was going insane. Everything hurt though, especially my back and my left side. I figured I had hurt my side when I was tossed across the room.
At this point, I did not dive into the box yet. I could barely move. “Hi.” I heard a woman say from the kitchen. “Thank you,” I replied before trying to sit up. I was so concerned that this woman would be another monster. When I saw her though I knew she was normal. She didn't look so damn perfect and that was a breath of fresh air.
“What's your name?” She asked me as I watched her prepare two bowls of food.
“Leon,” I said before closing my eyes. “You heard me screaming?” I asked her seriously.
“I did. I’m pretty sure everyone in our building did. You got hurt pretty badly, I did my best to patch you up.” She paused and laughed. “My name is Ashley.”
So I ended up crashing at her place. During this time I tried to focus on recovering. Sleeping became hell, I was having constant nightmares. I also spent a lot of time working on articles. I ended up giving Ash the keys to my apartment so she could get my laptop. It was a big move to trust anyone here but I am glad I did.
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Year Three and Four in LittleBrooke

During my recovery, I spent most of my time writing. I wanted to write about everything I have seen and experienced. I had a lot of questions and way too much time with my thoughts. Ash and I got to know each other too.
I told her about how my wife had died mysteriously. I eventually opened up about her being skinned and drained of her blood. Ash told me she had come to LittleBrooke with her older sister. Her sister went to work one day and never came back. She was working at the theater. Ash had told me that she was stuck here, she didn’t feel right leaving with her sister still missing. Every time she would try the cops would meet her at the town line.
It was during this time that we both shared that we had never seen a police station. We talked about the monsters too. Her first run-in with one was at the grocery store. I told her about what happened to me at the bar. She told me that she heard rumors of the beast living beyond the apartments. The first time she saw it was when it was attacking me.
As I started to recover more we discussed a couple of things. First, the neighbors here suck. She could hear me screaming and came to help but no one else did. Second, neither of us has seen any families since we moved here. It was at this point I decided I wanted to leave and I offered to take her with me. We could both get out come hell or high water. She agreed but there was something I had to do first.
I showed her the box I had taken from the apartment.
“You almost died for a box?” Ash asked me. “Yes,” I said seriously.
I opened it and blinked. I found a picture of a girl with black hair and bright green eyes. It read, Stephanie. I found a missing persons report too. This girl had been missing a year before I got here. I decided that my last article would be about her. I had written about a couple of missing people before this. For example, the old lady in our building vanished and her apartment was rented out two days later.
I also found a badge inside the box. It read F.O.P.P. and there was a name! Jack Bridges. We tried to look up the organization's name but we came up empty-handed. I ended up writing the story about Stephanie and the next day Ash and I got packing. We decided to take my car since the cops know what hers looks like. I packed up the essentials all over again and we piled into the car. “We should check the other direction. Before we leave.” I suggested. Ash knew about the bar already but neither of us knew what was beyond that point: This suggested changed the course of our lives forever.
So we started driving in the other direction. We passed the bar where the woman had tried to eat me, we passed a convenience store I didn’t know this town had and we just kept driving. Eventually, I could hear Ash speaking to me, “Holy shit! The police station.” she pointed out. I couldn’t believe it either. I did not stop driving though but I wish I did.
Eventually, we saw a sign that read, LittleBrooke High. Go Bears!
I started to slow down a bit until the school was in view. The place looked run down as hell. There were holes in the walls and leaves growing up the side of the building. The parking lot was massive and full of buses. I pulled the car into the parking lot and told Ash to get into the driver's seat.
“You’re not serious?” She asked me. I could tell she wanted to go but I said, “This is it! This is the last place of note in this fucken town. Just take the wheel and I will be right back.” I said as I jumped out of the car and went to look around.
As I approached one of the buses I grabbed the doors, they were already open a crack. I pulled them open and was hit with a horrible stench. I had to step back and puke and no I am not going to describe what I saw in that fucken bus. At that point, I decided I had seen enough and it was time to fucken go.
“Help!” I heard someone cry from a couple of buses over. “Please!” I heard again. I wanted to slap myself because I knew better. I had already decided it was time to leave but I went to investigate anyway. I went to the bus and pulled the doors open. It smelled like stale piss and blood. “Back here!” A girl screamed out to me. I made my way to the back of the bus, stepping on school jackets and over backpacks. That is where I found them. Two teenagers are tied to the leg of a bus seat. They looked horrible, caking in blood and sweat. They were both injured. “Stephanie?!” I exclaimed as I bent over to free them. I recognized her face the moment I saw it.
“Can you move? I asked the blonde girl.” As I started to let her go. “Everything hurts.” She told me. I opened the emergency exit and called for Ash to pull the car over. It took her a second to hear me but she came as fast as possible. “I am going to get you guys in the car and we are going to get out of here, okay?” I told them. I wanted to tell them everything was going to be okay, but I couldn't. It felt like that would be a huge lie.
Ash stepped out of the car and helped get the girls into the backseat. As I stopped to look around I could feel the bus shift in weight. I turned around and inhaled sharply. Standing before me was a creature wearing a jacket that said COACH on it. He looked sickly, and pale, and his veins were protruding from his face and hands. As he ran at me I jumped out of the emergency exit door just in time to feel something slam off of the back of my head. I looked down to see a barbed football. I could feel blood trickling down my neck, I stumbled forward and felt a hand grab my arm. Ash was shoving me into the car. She slid over me, closed the passenger door, and backed the car up. I thought she was moving like lightning.
At this point, everyone was screaming. My heart was threatening to jump out of my fucken chest. I was so sure we were all going to die here, just like everyone else I had seen on the buses. But no, Ash sped out of the parking lot. The coach chased us to the school limits but for some reason, he did not follow us anymore.
I know we should've stopped to see if the kids could find their parents but we didn't. Instead, Ash just kept driving. Eventually, we could hear the cops behind us but that did not stop her. It took us six hours to finally see the You Are New Leaving LittleBrooke sign! I couldn’t believe it. This place was not that big at all.
So listen, if you’re invited to take a job in LittleBrooke. Don’t take it. It’s not worth your life.

If you’re reading this I am begging you to believe me. Especially if you have children. My name is Leon and I have been investigating strange disappearances for four years. I am not an official investigator or a journalist. Before I started this whole thing I did not believe in ghosts or the paranormal. For me to believe in something I had to see it with my own two eyes! Everything had to be factual and everything had an explanation.
At least this is what I used to believe until my wife was murdered four years ago. They found her at work completely skinless. She was drained of blood and was missing all of her nails. They told me the precision required to accomplish this was not heard of yet. I waited months for answers and they never came, so I decided to go get them myself. I had no idea where to start or who to speak to so I went back to the store to try and dig up as much information as I could find.
Her manager eventually told me that she had gotten into a fight with a customer that day and that he assumed she went home on time. When her body was found in the employee break room he was shocked. He had no idea she was still in the building. He said he told me exactly what he told the police. I asked him if there was any footage of the man she was arguing with but he told me the security cameras were not working that day. I vividly remember wanting to punch this guy in his damn face. He was no help and I was determined to solve my wife's murder.
I ended up searching for the guy for months. I asked every one of her coworkers if they saw the argument and a couple of times I even had a run-in with the cops. They insisted that I should let them do their jobs and that they had everything handled. There was no chance I was going to listen to them. I had to take time off from my investigation to attend her funeral and make sure I got all of the preparations right. In hindsight, I was not growing properly and I really should've taken some time to reassess.
So fast forward another month and I finally get a lead. Something I assumed the cops didn't have, this meant I could finally get some answers before being stonewalled again. I ended up finding this guy, Will Brookes at a fucken motel off of the highway about three miles from where my wife worked. I waited for two days before I saw him leave his room to get ice. Once I knew what room to find him in I knocked until he opened the door. He was rightfully pissed but not as pissed as I was. It took every ounce of willpower in my body to not kill him on the spot.
“Why did you kill my wife?!” I snapped as I forced myself into the room and slammed the door behind me. He looked shocked.
“I did not kill her!” He screamed and tried to move around me. So I grabbed him by his shirt and slammed him into the wall next to the tv. This guy was not very heavy and not very strong. At that moment I was wondering how he could kill anyone.
“You were the last person to be seen with her alive!” I barked. I wanted to push his body through the wall. I wanted to crush him.
“I was bringing her the papers she requested for a job offer she accepted in a place called LittleBrooke!” The man said. He was shaking so I put him down and pushed him to the side. “Show me the papers,” I demanded. My wife had told me twice that she had gotten a new job offer. I was extremely excited! I work from home and would be happy to live wherever she wanted. All she had to do was say the word and we could’ve left as soon as possible. But she never made it home to tell me the news.
I watched as the shaking man handed me a stack of papers and even a suitcase. “Here, take it and please leave me alone!” He shouted. “Okay.” I left the motel room and went right to my car. I put everything on the passenger seat and went home. Once I got there I sobbed in the driveway for over an hour before finally getting out and heading inside. I never got to see her body and I never got to say goodbye. Being in this house felt like I was walking into a damn shallow grave of sorts.
I went right to the master bedroom and packed up as many clothes as I could. I even took some of her favorite items, I don’t know why. I took a couple of pillows and two blankets, and after that, I went around to search the rest of the house. Once I had finished in the master bedroom I went and grabbed all my items from the bathroom. After that, I went into the nursery. We were planning on trying to have a baby once she got her new job. I looked around the nursery and took some stuffed animals and blankets, nothing too crazy. I also made sure to grab our family photo album. Finally, I made sure to grab all of the savings from the jar we had plus anything I kept in the safe. I also made sure to grab our wedding video and once I had everything I thought I could need I left the house. On my way out I made sure to tell the building goodbye.
Once I got back into my car I decided to drive a bit. No way in hell was I going to the same motel as that guy so I drove until I hit a hotel far enough away from my house. I did not end up checking in though. Once I got close enough I backed up and just kept driving. I eventually hit a truck stop after a couple of hours and decided to rest my eyes for a while. I was exhausted and there were way too many questions rushing through my head. I knew if I kept driving in that state I would probably crash or something. After sleeping for four hours I decided it was time to look through the papers and figure out what I was going to do next. I took the first paper from the stack and started to read it. For the sake of time here I will only tell you guys what I found that was interesting.
Paper One: You have been accepted to work as a store manager! Please review your employee packet for more information.
So as I am going over this first paper a couple of things stick out to me. Whoever wrote this was trying not to be specific. The whole paper was one big announcement for a new store opening up in a place called LittleBrooke. There was no state mentioned anywhere on this paper, I would later find out that this place was supposed to be in Washington D.C.
I decided to dig around and eventually found the employee packet. She accepted a job at a mega-store called BrightMarketZ. I thought it was a pretty weird name but what stood out to me was what they were offering to pay her. $22.00 an hour! I couldn't believe it. No wonder she said yes and didn’t bother to ask any questions.
Paper Twenty: To find LittleBrooke please enter [REDACTED] into your GPS device. You will be staying inside apartment 307. All rent for your first month in LittleBrooke is covered by your employer. Please note that all apartments are two-bedroom only. If you have a larger household please speak to Sydney May at Town Hall for bigger accommodations. After reading this I decided to just go to LittleBrooke and get answers. I was assuming that I would find out what the hell happened if I just went. I wanted to know what my wife died for and I wanted to know why this was some big secret in the first place. I went back to bed and as soon as the sun came up I put the information into my GPS and headed for LittleBrooke.

Year One in LittleBrooke

It took me three weeks to reach LittleBrooke and I could tell that something was wrong the moment I found the town. If I wasn't so damn desperate for answers I would've turned around as soon as I saw the library. The building itself wasn't big but the two huge lions on either side of the staircase gave me the creeps.
After that I passed a mechanic, the whole place looked run down as hell. There wasn't a single car to be seen but the sign said open. The man standing outside of the building waved to me so I gave him a slow wave back. He looked weird. At the time I couldn’t place my finger on why but now I know it’s because he was not human.
The theater was kind of cool to look at in a vintage kind of way. They were not showing anything when I drove by and I made the decision early on to stay out of the theater altogether. After the theater, I saw a small building that said LittleBrooke Press. If anything else I figured I could write for the paper.
As I approached the apartment building a woman was standing outside. Her face was weird as hell. It looked like she had far too much plastic surgery like her face was threatening to pop at any moment. “Hi, can I help you?” she asked me. Her voice was shrill, it was gross to even hear her speak. It sounded like she was putting on a fake voice just to speak to me. “Hi, my wife accepted a job offer. Unfortunately, she has passed away. I would still like to claim the apartment left to us. I can work at any place that currently has an opening.” I offered.
“LittleBrooke Press has space for two more writers!” She smiled and handed me the keys to the apartment. She never asked my name and she knew exactly where I wanted to go. I thought it was weird but I didn’t argue. Instead, I took the keys and thanked her. I spent that whole day getting settled into the new apartment. A couple of things, the front door had four different locks on it. I thought that was pretty weird. I also did not see or hear any other people until my third night in the apartment. I called the LittleBrooke Press about a potential job and they told me to email my submissions. There was no need for me to come in person and honestly, I liked this deal a lot.
For the first few months, I spent my time writing about whatever came to my mind. After that, I would send it in and get my money back. The editor never told me what to do and they never requested anything. It was sweet. As December rolled around I could feel myself slipping into a seasonal depression. At that point, I had made no progress in any of my investigations. I did not know the town well enough and frankly, I felt like I was wasting my time. That night I decided to check out the local bar. It was pretty hidden, you had to drive further into LittleBrooke to find it. Once I got there I was shocked! The place was packed. I sat down at the bar and ordered a drink.
The bartender was hot as hell, too hot. She was so even looking so perfectly symmetrical that it made me extremely uncomfortable. There wasn’t a single hair out of place. “So are you new in town?” She asked me. “Yeah, I just got here a couple of months ago. My now-deceased wife accepted a job offer here.” I said bluntly and dryly. I wanted to finish my drink and go. It was like the bones in my body were screaming at me to leave. The woman looked shocked. “Tell me, does that happen often? Do people accept a job offer in LittleBrooke and turn up dead a couple of days later?” I hissed. It was a genuine question but she did not take it too kindly. She took my drink from my hands and told me to leave.
As I made my way back to my car I could hear someone coming up from behind me. I turned around as fast as possible and had to take three steps back. It was the bartender, but she did not look the same. Half of her face was weighed down like she had no bones at all. Her eyes were bulging out of her head. She gurgled at me. “You need to leave!” She finally snapped and swung her arm in my direction. I moved back before she could hit me. As her hand hit my car window it shattered like it was made of ice. I watched as her arm popped and clicked. I could see it slowly getting longer. Before I knew it her arm was dragging on the pavement! She lunged at me so I punched her in her stomach. She gurgled again and sunk her teeth into my jacket. I screamed for help as we hit the pavement. She was trying fucken eat me! I grabbed her by her hair and threw her backward as hard as I could. As I scrambled to my feet and looked at her I screamed again. Her skin was pulled back. Now hugging the bones on her face. Her eyes were completely exposed! I turned and dove into my car as fast as I could. I slammed the door behind me and sped out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell.
The next morning I received a letter under my door. “Sorry, you had problems last night! Please accept our sincerest apologies.” -Mayor Brookes. There was $300 included with the letter. Now, I thought about leaving but decided I had to stay. Something was going on here and I had to find out what. I removed my jacket to see if the woman had injured me, she didn't but the experience was still terrifying. For the first time in a very long time, I was scared. But I also felt closer to the truth than I have ever been before.

Year Two in LittleBrooke

I spent all of January writing about the women who attacked me. I even contacted the police. I quickly learned that the police were going to be completely useless. My editor never sent the story back so I had assumed it was published.
At the end of the month, I left to shop for some supplies. Let me tell you, the grocery store in LittleBrooke is something else. They don’t have any brands you’ve ever heard of and at first, that drove me nuts. However, I quickly came to fall in love with the food here. It was comforting to have something to enjoy. Like always, I made sure to shop for two to three months at a time. Shopping was easy, I used the self-checkout to make sure I didn’t have to speak to anyone.
Once I got home I put everything away and decided to look around the apartment building. My whole floor started with 301 and went all the way to 310. The first floor was 501 to 509. There was a technical second floor but none of the doors were labeled. It looked like someone was renovating the place.
I got to see some of my neighbors too. An older woman, two men, and I were living next door to a lady the whole time. I had never seen or heard from these people before. It seemed like everyone wanted to keep to themselves too. I wanted to try and talk to someone but every time I approached them they turned and walked away. For what it's worth they looked completely normal.
So I left the apartment building and ventured around the property. There were no other apartments anywhere close to the one I was staying at, or so I thought until I found one about thirty minutes away. It was so out of the way you wouldn't find it unless you were looking. Against my better judgment, I opened the doors to the building and walked right inside. The place smelled like rust and soot.
I went to explore the first floor and was shocked to find blood trails on the floor and the ceiling. I followed the trail and made sure to look at the numbers on each door. This floor was numbered 1-10. Most of the doors were locked and I wasn’t going to try and knock anything down. I opened the door to apartment 10 and walked right inside. There was just enough light from the sun to illuminate the place. It looked like the whole place had been ransacked. I checked the tables and cabinets before heading into the bedroom. I searched the dresser and under the pillows before finally checking under the bed. When I looked under I spotted a black box. I grabbed it and that is when I got the feeling again. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I felt something sharp dig into my shoulders.
I screamed as loudly as I could, my face slammed off of the carpet and I clenched the box with one hand. Before I could figure out what the hell was happening I was tossed backward. I went into the bedroom door and rolled a couple of times until I reached the torn-up couch. I slowly lifted my head and to my horror what I was looking at was way too far from human to be real.
It looked like a dog ape thing. It was mostly skinless aside from some skin on its torso and face. The creature had thick, long claws and was standing on its hind legs. It barked at me. Its fangs were huge! I quickly scrambled to my feet and rushed out of the door as fast as possible. I could feel the blood running down my back. Never once did I consider letting this box go.
“Help!” I screamed as I burst through the apartment complex doors and started to run back to the main road. My heart was pounding, I could feel my chest getting tighter with each step. I could hear the beast behind me, it was screeching. I thought I was going to die for sure, there was no way I could continue to outrun this beast. That’s when I heard a car and before I knew it I could see it! A woman was waving me over, she was just up ahead! I had to push a little harder. I had to be just a little stronger.
When I felt the embrace of the car door I ripped it open and dove inside. She sped away and I looked out of the window. The beast did not follow us any further. “Are you insane!” She snapped at me. That’s the last thing I remember before passing out.
When I woke up I was laying on my stomach on an extremely comfortable couch. I could smell someone making pasta with meat sauce. My stomach was going insane. Everything hurt though, especially my back and my left side. I figured I had hurt my side when I was tossed across the room.
At this point, I did not dive into the box yet. I could barely move. “Hi.” I heard a woman say from the kitchen. “Thank you,” I replied before trying to sit up. I was so concerned that this woman would be another monster. When I saw her though I knew she was normal. She didn't look so damn perfect and that was a breath of fresh air.
“What's your name?” She asked me as I watched her prepare two bowls of food.
“Leon,” I said before closing my eyes. “You heard me screaming?” I asked her seriously.
“I did. I’m pretty sure everyone in our building did. You got hurt pretty badly, I did my best to patch you up.” She paused and laughed. “My name is Ashley.”
So I ended up crashing at her place. During this time I tried to focus on recovering. Sleeping became hell, I was having constant nightmares. I also spent a lot of time working on articles. I ended up giving Ash the keys to my apartment so she could get my laptop. It was a big move to trust anyone here but I am glad I did.

Year Three and Four in LittleBrooke

During my recovery, I spent most of my time writing. I wanted to write about everything I have seen and experienced. I had a lot of questions and way too much time with my thoughts. Ash and I got to know each other too.
I told her about how my wife had died mysteriously. I eventually opened up about her being skinned and drained of her blood. Ash told me she had come to LittleBrooke with her older sister. Her sister went to work one day and never came back. She was working at the theater. Ash had told me that she was stuck here, she didn’t feel right leaving with her sister still missing. Every time she would try the cops would meet her at the town line.
It was during this time that we both shared that we had never seen a police station. We talked about the monsters too. Her first run-in with one was at the grocery store. I told her about what happened to me at the bar. She told me that she heard rumors of the beast living beyond the apartments. The first time she saw it was when it was attacking me.
As I started to recover more we discussed a couple of things. First, the neighbors here suck. She could hear me screaming and came to help but no one else did. Second, neither of us has seen any families since we moved here. It was at this point I decided I wanted to leave and I offered to take her with me. We could both get out come hell or high water. She agreed but there was something I had to do first.
I showed her the box I had taken from the apartment.
“You almost died for a box?” Ash asked me. “Yes,” I said seriously.
I opened it and blinked. I found a picture of a girl with black hair and bright green eyes. It read, Stephanie. I found a missing persons report too. This girl had been missing a year before I got here. I decided that my last article would be about her. I had written about a couple of missing people before this. For example, the old lady in our building vanished and her apartment was rented out two days later.
I also found a badge inside the box. It read F.O.P.P. and there was a name! Jack Bridges. We tried to look up the organization's name but we came up empty-handed. I ended up writing the story about Stephanie and the next day Ash and I got packing. We decided to take my car since the cops know what hers looks like. I packed up the essentials all over again and we piled into the car.
“We should check the other direction. Before we leave.” I suggested. Ash knew about the bar already but neither of us knew what was beyond that point: This suggested changed the course of our lives forever.
So we started driving in the other direction. We passed the bar where the woman had tried to eat me, we passed a convenience store I didn’t know this town had and we just kept driving. Eventually, I could hear Ash speaking to me, “Holy shit! The police station.” she pointed out. I couldn’t believe it either. I did not stop driving though but I wish I did.
Eventually, we saw a sign that read, LittleBrooke High. Go Bears!
I started to slow down a bit until the school was in view. The place looked run down as hell. There were holes in the walls and leaves growing up the side of the building. The parking lot was massive and full of buses. I pulled the car into the parking lot and told Ash to get into the driver's seat.
“You’re not serious?” She asked me. I could tell she wanted to go but I said, “This is it! This is the last place of note in this fucken town. Just take the wheel and I will be right back.” I said as I jumped out of the car and went to look around.
As I approached one of the buses I grabbed the doors, they were already open a crack. I pulled them open and was hit with a horrible stench. I had to step back and puke and no I am not going to describe what I saw in that fucken bus. At that point, I decided I had seen enough and it was time to fucken go.
“Help!” I heard someone cry from a couple of buses over. “Please!” I heard again. I wanted to slap myself because I knew better. I had already decided it was time to leave but I went to investigate anyway. I went to the bus and pulled the doors open. It smelled like stale piss and blood. “Back here!” A girl screamed out to me. I made my way to the back of the bus, stepping on school jackets and over backpacks. That is where I found them. Two teenagers are tied to the leg of a bus seat. They looked horrible, caking in blood and sweat. They were both injured. “Stephanie?!” I exclaimed as I bent over to free them. I recognized her face the moment I saw it.
“Can you move? I asked the blonde girl.” As I started to let her go. “Everything hurts.” She told me. I opened the emergency exit and called for Ash to pull the car over. It took her a second to hear me but she came as fast as possible. “I am going to get you guys in the car and we are going to get out of here, okay?” I told them. I wanted to tell them everything was going to be okay, but I couldn't. It felt like that would be a huge lie.
Ash stepped out of the car and helped get the girls into the backseat. As I stopped to look around I could feel the bus shift in weight. I turned around and inhaled sharply. Standing before me was a creature wearing a jacket that said COACH on it. He looked sickly, and pale, and his veins were protruding from his face and hands. As he ran at me I jumped out of the emergency exit door just in time to feel something slam off of the back of my head. I looked down to see a barbed football. I could feel blood trickling down my neck, I stumbled forward and felt a hand grab my arm. Ash was shoving me into the car. She slid over me, closed the passenger door, and backed the car up. I thought she was moving like lightning.
At this point, everyone was screaming. My heart was threatening to jump out of my fucken chest. I was so sure we were all going to die here, just like everyone else I had seen on the buses. But no, Ash sped out of the parking lot. The coach chased us to the school limits but for some reason, he did not follow us anymore.
I know we should've stopped to see if the kids could find their parents but we didn't. Instead, Ash just kept driving. Eventually, we could hear the cops behind us but that did not stop her. It took us six hours to finally see the You Are New Leaving LittleBrooke sign! I couldn’t believe it. This place was not that big at all.
So listen, if you’re invited to take a job in LittleBrooke. Don’t take it. It’s not worth your life.

Happy Friday, All!
I need advice from the folks that live and breathe this trade.
In general, does a multi-head ductless system make more or less sense than a new central system reusing the existing ducts?
Details: 1800 sqft home, three bedrooms (one is my office). The house is ideally 75 degrees and has 50% humidity year-round. We currently obtain this through the furnace and window shakers (AC units).
My office runs hot from the monitors, equipment, lights fixtures, the dog, and me. The window faces West, so it gets afternoon sun as well. For this reason, I THINK I need a dedicated cooling system here.
The bedroom is 65 degrees at night (window shaker), but the same as the rest of the house (75) during the rest of the day.
I have had two salesmen out so far. I explained to both the situation that I want the house 75, and the ability to cool the office and bedroom separately when needed.
One said a (5) headed ductless system is the way to go. One said to put in the central system and add a mini-split ductless to go with it. If
If I have to install a two-headed system for those two rooms does it make more sense to install the 5 headed system to condition the whole house, or is a central system with supplemental cooling a better design? All in all, they will cost nearly the same to install.
I'm more concerned with comfort than the electric bill.
My gut tells me air circulation (stagnation) might be an issue with the multi-headed system by itself.
TLDR; In your home, would you install a central system with additional cooling where needed or a whole house central system? And why?
Any (related) advice is greatly appreciated.

Ep. 1 Friends, Crushes, and Pranks - Oh My!
Ep. 2 A Little Harvestfest Magic
Ep. 3 Final Exams and Prepping for Prom
Ep. 4 Household Happenings
Ep. 5 A Prom-ing We Will Go
Ep. 6 Fear and Failure
Ep. 7 Dating and Discovery
Ep. 8 A Beachy Winterfest
Ep. 9 Pranks and Pain
Ep. 10 A Visit From the Reaper
Ep. 11 Prom - New Years Edition
Ep. 12 Running Away From the Problem
Ep. 13 Expelled
Ep. 14 Inappropriate Entry
Ep. 15 Magical Days
Ep. 16 Telling Veronica
Ep. 17 No Remorse
Ep. 18 No Rest For The Weary
Ep. 19 Family Reunion
Ep. 20 Prom Promises
Ep. 21 The Roommate
Ep. 22 An Awesome Odd Job
Ep. 23 Jasper's Eventful Day
Ep. 24 A Teen No More
Ep. 25 Burgliate For the Win
Ep. 26 New Horizons and Heartbreak
Ep. 27 The Motive Trials
Ep. 28 A Change of Plans
Ep. 29 Hijinks for Two
Ep. 30 Oh Baby... A Protection Malfunction
Ep. 31 The Morning After
Ep. 32 Preparing For The Future
Ep. 33 Complicating Circumstances
Ep. 34 What's One More?
Ep. 35 Telling the Family
Ep. 36 Finishing Touches
Ep. 37 Birth Plan Chaos: Welcome Pink Gen
Ep. 38 Seeing Family and Friends at Harvestfest
Ep. 39 Making the Doctor Work Overtime
Ep. 40 The Little Things
Ep. 41 City Living
Ep. 42 Winterfest Revelry: Part 1
Ep. 43 Winterfest Revenge: Part 2
Ep. 44 Winterfest Revelations: Part 3
Ep. 45 Homebodies for the Holidays
Ep. 46 The Downs and Ups of Villainy
Ep. 47 Laughter - The Worst Medicine
Ep. 48 She Ain't Done With Them Yet
Ep. 49 Together Again
Ep. 50 Unhappy New Year
Ep. 51 Sims About Town
Ep. 52 Humor and Hijinks
Ep. 53 An Adventure in the Country
Ep. 54 A Recovery From the Country
Ep. 55 Not So Neighborly
Ep. 56 Days at Home
Ep. 57 Therapeutic Thrashings
Ep. 58 Entertaining Afternoon
Ep. 59 Forever, Again
Ep. 60 Don the Lothario
Ep. 61 Gathering The Party
Ep. 62 Adventures With Hammy
Ep. 63 Apartment Adventures
Ep. 64 Family, Reunited
Ep. 65 A Birthday Decision
Ep. 66 Prodigal Jasper
Ep. 67 Taking A Sick Day
Ep. 68 Retying The Knot
Ep. 69 3 Birthdays and a Wedding Reception
Ep. 70 Neighborhood Brawl Crawl
Ep. 71 Neighborhood Brawl Crawl, Continued
Ep. 72 Crawling Home
Ep. 73 Intro To Magic 101
Ep. 74 The First Day of School
Ep. 75 Spencer's Struggle
Ep. 76 Death and Loss
Ep. 77 Gains From Death
Ep. 78 Lending A Hand
Ep. 79 Here and There
Ep. 80 Emotional Support Animals
Ep. 81 Will You Accompany Me?
Ep. 82 Dating Disasters
Ep. 83 Persistence Pays Off
Ep. 84 Harvestfest Fun in the Sun
Ep. 85 Meeting the Parent
Ep. 86 At Prom At Last
Ep. 87 The After Party
Ep. 88 Sharing in the Happiness of Others
Ep. 89 To Market We Will Go
Ep. 90 Life's Little Joys
Ep. 91 Could This Be Love?
Ep. 92 A Winterfest Romance
Ep. 93 A Winterfest Wedding
Ep. 94 Future Thinking
Ep. 95 Not Striking Out
Ep. 96 Oh My Nose!
Ep. 97 Broken but not Beaten
Ep. 98 A Magical Promposal
Ep. 99 Oh My Heart!
Ep. 100 Shouldn't It Be Easy?
Ep. 101 Sunny New Year's Eve Fun
Ep. 102 Prom the Second
Ep. 103 The Hard Conversation
Ep. 104 An Unexpected Crush
Ep. 105 Diet and Exercise
Ep. 106 New Friends From Distant Lands
Ep. 107 Some Auntie Uncle Time
Ep. 108 Hot and Cold
Ep. 109 Bro Bar Bash
Ep. 110 Sneaking Up On Love
Ep. 111 Some Grandfatherly Romantic Advice
Ep. 112 Playing The Field
Ep. 113 Love Is In The Air
Ep. 114 Spring on the Farm
Ep. 115 An Artsy Fartsy Birthday
Ep. 116 Wedding Season
Ep. 117 Birthdays Abound
Ep. 118 Graduation
Ep. 119 An Arranged Marriage
Ep. 120 Friendly Support
Ep. 121 Working Like Dogs
Ep. 122 Tartosa Here We Come
Ep. 123 Ed's Choice
Ep. 124 Vacation Romance
Ep. 125 Jasper Fabulous
Ep. 126 Ed's Bach Party
Ep. 127 A Fond Farewell
Ep. 128 A Time and Place For Romance
Ep. 129 Reactions to Romance
Ep. 130 A Not So Happy Union
Ep. 131 A Fabulous First Gig
Ep. 132 A Pool Deck Renovation
Ep. 133 Blowing the Whistle
Ep. 134 Hijinks to Make You Smile
Ep. 135 Life Things
Ep. 136 A Meditation Mishap
Ep. 137 Dinner With Ed
Ep. 138 Transitions and Hard Conversations
Ep. 139 Dreams Come True
Ep. 140 On the Subject of Immortality
Ep. 141 Saying I'm Sorry
Ep. 142 End of an Era: Orange Gen

In 2014, thе mаss mеdiа оf Westеrn соuntriеs wеrе full оf hеаdlinеs suсh as “Тhе МН-17 рlаnе wаs mоst likеly shоt dоwn bу Ukrаinе.” It is hаrd tо imаgine, as Wеstеrn jоurnаlists аssumеd аt the timе, thаt thе Russian аrmy соuld cоmmit suсh а seriоus crimе, аnd thе Dоnbаs sераratists dо nоt hаvе the aррrорriatе wеароns, whiсh mеans (ассоrding tо thе jоurnаlists “lоgiсаl” соnсlusiоn) thаt the аirlinеr wаs shоt dоwn bу thе Ukrаiniаn аrmy. Lаter, dеtails of this tragedy have bесоme knоwn – up tо thе nаmеs оf the Russiаn sеrviсеmеn frоm thе crеw of thе Вuk missilе sуstеm, whоse missile shоt dоwn pаssеngers flуing frоm Amstеrdаm tо Кualа Lumрur. Ноwevеr, thе Wеstеrn mаss mеdiа did nоt draw аnу соnсlusiоns frоm thеir mistakеs аnd, unfоrtunаtеlу, cоntinuе to adhеrе tо а fаlsе lоgiс: it is diffiсult tо imаginе that the Russiаn аrmy соuld cоmmit suсh а sеvеrе сrimе.
Nоwаdaуs, thе mаss mediа оf the Wеst willinglу quоtе Russiаn роlitiсiаns, оffiсials, militаry аnd ехpеrts, who соmе uр with variоus versiоns of thе tragеdу rеlatеd tо the flооding оf thе Кhersоn аnd Муkоlаiv Оblаsts оf Ukrаinе. Тhе Ukrаinians dеstrоуеd thе dаm оf thе Кakhоvka Rеsеrvоir with missilеs; the dаm wаs vеrу оld, аnd was аlso dаmagеd аs а rеsult оf militаrу асtions, whiсh lеd to its sеlf-dеstruсtiоn; Russiаn sоldiеrs triеd tо саrrу out а small соntrollеd dеtоnаtion оf оnе оf the sluiсes, howеvеr, theу used tоо mаnу ехрlоsivеs - thе mass mеdia оf thе Russiаn Fedеrаtiоn citе dozеns оf vеrsiоns, just tо deny the delibеratе mаn-mаdе disаstеr оf thе lеvеl оf еcoсidе in оrder to рrevеnt thе ехресted соuntеrоffеnsivе оf thе Ukrainiаn аrmу. Unfortunаtеly, Westеrn mаss mеdiа mindlеssly аnd unсritiсаllу rеbroаdсаst аll these versiоns, аllеgеdly аdhеring to jоurnаlistiс stаndаrds.
Wеstеrn mеdia stаte thаt Russiа аnd Ukrаinе blame еасh оther fоr undеrmining thе dаm. Fоr sоmе reаson, Westеrn journаlists strangеlу fоrgеt thаt this is not а singlе fасt, but оnе of thеm within а lоng wаr. For еight уеаrs, Russiа ассusеd Ukrаinе оf shеlling pеасeful сities оf Dоnbаs, which wаs not truе. Оn Fеbruаrу 24, 2022, Мosсоw bеgаn tо ассuse Куiv оf shеlling Мariupоl аnd othеr Ukrаiniаn сitiеs, whiсh wаs cоmplete nоnsеnsе. Sinсе thеn, 15 mоnths hаve рassed, during whiсh Russiа соntinuouslу killed сiviliаns with air attaсks thrоughоut thе tеrritorу оf Ukrainе, соmmittеd gеnосidе in thе oссuрiеd tеrritoriеs, dеliberatelу dеstrоyеd сritiсаl сiviliаn infrаstructurе, dероrted mоrе than 3 milliоn Ukrаiniаns, inсluding mоrе thаn 300,000 сhildrеn. Оf соursе, jоurnalists shоuld tаkе intо aссоunt аll this flаshу соnteхt, but fоr sоmе reаsоn this dоes nоt hарреn.
As for thе dаm itself, sevеrаl things аre impоrtаnt. First, at thе time оf its dеstruсtiоn, the dаm wаs соntrоllеd bу Russian troорs, that is, оnlу thеу соuld рlаnt ехрlosives (ехtеrnаl shеlling is nоt саpablе оf dеstrоуing suсh а sеriоus structurе). Sесоnd, аdvаnсing аrmiеs dоn't blow uр dаms, аs thаt might block their wау forwаrd, instеаd, rеtrеаting аrmiеs blow uр dаms tо slow dоwn thе оthеr side's аdvance. Тhirdlу, the Russian militarу оfficiаlly аnnоunсed the faсt оf mining thе dаm and thе еntire Каkhоvkа НPР аs еаrlу as thе summеr оf 2022. Моrеovеr, individual representаtives оf thе Russiаn Fedеrаtiоn - frоm mеmbеrs оf раrliаment to militаrу сorrеsроndеnts - publicly сallеd fоr its dеstruсtiоn!
Аn imроrtаnt thing thаt соnsсiеntious Wеstеrn jоurnаlists shоuld tаkе into ассоunt is thаt, thе dеstructiоn of thе Кakhоvkа Rеsеrvоir will hаvе inсrеdibly sеriоus and vеrу lоng-tеrm соnsеquеncеs fоr thе есоlоgу, сlimаtе, agriсulturаl devеlорmеnt and all lifе in this region, rеgаrdlеss оf еvents оn the bаttlefiеld. Ukrаiniаns livеd оn this tеrritоrу, thеу dеvеlореd аnd imprоvеd it (wаter suрplу, irrigаtiоn, dеvеlореd аgriсulturе, еtc.), аnd most importаntlу, thеу wеrе gоing tо livе оn this tеrritory in thе future. Тo аrrangе аn есоlogiсal disаstеr with сonsеquеnсes for dесаdes wаs роintlеss fоr Ukrainians. Insteаd, fоr Russiаns, it is а fоrеign lаnd and а fоrеign peоplе!
Аnd thе lаst thing is еvaсuаtiоn оf thе рoрulаtiоn from thе flооdеd аrеаs оf the Кhеrson Оblаst. It tаkes рlасе ехclusivеlу on thе right bаnk оf thе Dniереr, соntrоllеd bу Kуiv. Тhе Russiаn оcсupation аdministrаtiоn on thе lеft bаnk of thе Dniереr does nоt еvaсuаtе thе рорulatiоn аt аll! Мorеovеr, 32 % of thе flооdеd arеаs оf thе Кhеrsоn rеgion is thе right bаnk, while аs muсh аs 68 % is the lеft bаnk. In аdditiоn, thе Russiаns аrе соnduсting tаrgеtеd аrtillеrу firе аgаinst еmрlоуeеs (Ministrу оf Intеrnal Аffаirs, thе Statе Еmеrgеnсу Sеrviсе) and vоlunteers соnduсting еvаcuаtiоn оn thе right bаnk.
Аgаinst this backgrоund, it is sаd to sее hоw Tuсkеr Саrlson’s vidеo on Тwittеr, a wеll-knоwn US prеsеntеr (rесеntlу returnеd tо the mеdiа аfter the sсаndаlоus dismissal frоm thе FOХ ТV chаnnеl), whеrе hе рrоves thе guilt оf Ukrаinе in undеrmining the hуdroеlесtriс роwеr plаnt, has аlrеаdу сolleсted mоrе thаn 50 million views. Оf соursе, this figure is quеstiоnable (viеws wеrе usuallу аt thе levеl оf 3-5 million) and, mоst likеlу, it wаs аrtifiсiаllу inсrеased with the hеlр оf aрprорriatе technоlogies. Оf соurse, T. Саrlsоn's main audiеnce cоnsists of suрроrtеrs оf QАnоn аnd МAGА, dерrivеd of thе аbilitу tо think critiсаllу аnd аnаlуzе infоrmаtiоn. In аdditiоn, it is still sad thаt mаnу Wеstern mаss mеdiа mindlеsslу brоаdсаst Russiаn рrораgаndа messagеs that sеrve аnd рrоtеct аn аggressivе tоtаlitarian rеgimе that thrеаtеns thе еntirе Eurоpеаn соntinеnt.

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