So this is something I’ve been really struggling with as of late. In a relationship with a wonderful girl for a few years. I want to make her my wife but there is one small challenge with our relationship. That is our sex life.
We started out having mostly awesome drunk sex for 30-60 minutes and we would both orgasm. It was really great and since I have a high libido I was really interested in this. Fast forward, she has gotten off BC and since moving in together sex has dwindled down to like once every 10 days or so sometimes more sometimes less. Of course she’s on her period or ovulating we have to be smart. But condoms hurt her, she says sex hurts her because I’m pretty big down there and she feels burning or like I’m hitting her cervix. Seems like she’s doing me a favor most times and I try to finish asap.
I guess my question is because I love this girl and don’t want to have a life of miserable sex but also need to make sure I don’t have unrealistic expectations.
I have been told I was very attractive my whole life and I am also successful. So not to sound like a prick, but I never had issue sleeping with women in my entire 20s I have had 40 or so sexual partners. She is the opposite and went year+ without sex before me. She has actually told me she doesn’t “need” sex to be happy, she moreso does It for me although she says she enjoys It.
I’m not sure if I have these expectations because of past lovers or porn or masturbating or what. But I honestly think if I broke up with her, there is some girl out there that would want sex everyday and basically would just get on top of me anytime one of us wanted It. A girl that would just love giving oral and would need nothing other than my penis to get off but that we’d do everything. Just an insane sex life, blowjobs while I drive, etc.
This seems ridiculous I know, but do women like this exist?
I also must say, our sex life has become stale enough that I don’t even try to get her in the mood. I just ask. Or she asks. Then we get our lube and meet in the bedroom. Most of the time It lasts 5 min or so because she’s just doing It because she loves me. Sometimes it’s longer and more intense and pretty amazing and we do foreplay. But not the norm.
She is actually amazing and we have had so many conversations about this. She has worked on trying to be better we agreed that a 2 time per week goal is doable and she said handjobs and blowjobs could happen otherwise. Hasn’t exactly happened but life has really gotten in the way too. (More on this below) But I always say I want her to be satisfied too. She says I can go down on her more/. Use vibrator but overall she is fine with just getting me off and hasn’t asked for these things. Is this normal?
We have completely different schedules and we really only have one or two realistic nights for sex anyway. She leaves for work by the time I get home usually. We see eachother in passing. And otherwise we have very active lives.
My question really boils down to: has sex, daily masturbating, and my large history of sex partners, distorted my ideas of what healthy sex in a long term partnership is? Is It realistic that I find an amazing partner who just wants to basically have my penis everyday?
My girlfriend is my person and honestly we have went on week vacations and had sex twice and one blowjob and she didn’t ask for much in return even tho I offered. We agreed that It was amazing.
Should I be trying to set the mood more? Like I don’t start kissing her neck or anything ever I just ask from across the room. This is because last year I got rejected enough that I couldn’t take It anymore. Asking is easier.
Should I really consider finding someone new? Or am I just insane to think someone out there coming off a 24 hour shift just wants to sit on my dick 4x a week.
I would be fine with twice a week but I don’t want to pressure her whatsoever if she truly doesn’t want this.
I don’t know what to do. The thought of breaking up destroys me but the idea of some fantasy girl having sex with me daily has me dreaming about the grass on the other side.
Should I work on setting the mood more? Are we doomed? I already know I need to quit porn. She really has been open to trying to be better although it’s clearly hard for her. Maybe we’re just incompatible but also it’s become such a pressurized topic.
Please help.

Hey folks so I had this question that may or may not be stupid.
How does chess.com rating compare to your OTB elo?
Here is my personal anecdote and why I am asking. I used to play chess as a kid up until my teens and was a 1400 ELO scrub. This was back then I knew things about this game! Like openings! Endgame theory even! I could win QvR endgames and owned chess books and stuff like that! And I absolutely sucked at this game! Probably part of why I stopped playing.
So anyway, after not having touched a bishop for well over a decade, I discover this site. Well, I saw a subreddit with funny memes called Anarchy chess and it made me want to try playing again. I ve been playing for about a month now, and my rating is in the 1600s. Now, it would be nice to believe that somehow watching Queen's Gambit made me into a chess prodigy but sadly I'm not delusional enough for that.
You might say, oh but those were OTB games with 1hr30min+30s increment, it does not compare to faster time controls. And sure, you'd be right but that would probably be a point against me - i m the slowest player you will find, playing 15/10 is a struggle already, i always sucked at rapid/blitz even when i had the theory to zoom past some moves.
So really, if I was 1400s back then, take away any game knowledge and experience I have lost since, that should put me say at around 1200. So what does that mean in terms of the website? Does a 300-400 elo inflation compared to real games sound about right for low elo? I ll keep playing either way but want a way to eyeball my actual number, if that makes sense.
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Thank you for reading all this and sorry if it did not make a ton of sense!

I am mostly buy & hold ETFs, but do have a small chunk on individual stocks that I typically also go with buy & hold
I have some needs to sell some stocks I've hold for a few years and I just realized there have been splits along the way. I kept a log of transactions that I initiated, so in this case I know when I bought them, how many units, how much per unit at that time, and commission fees.

• What are all the corporate actions I need to worry about when calculating my ACB? Anything else other than split?
• I assume I just use math to calculate my initial numbers and divide them accordingly based on the splits?
• Where can I find a comprehensive list of all the corporate actions that would affect my ACB? Is there a website somewhere that list everything that happened to a ticker?

Any other thing I am missing to calculate my ACB for income tax purposes?

Here's what I always carry in my bag regarding yugioh, with idea of being light and portable with the added benefit of being able to play in a locals no matter where I find myself or what the circumstances are:
Playmat - Keeping it on a small form factor i use a Battle Pack 2: War of the Gaints Playmat, these were made back in 2013 so don't have the link zones. But it fits well in my bag and takes next to no space.
Decks/Box - Deckbox wise i'm using a Dragon Shield Double Shell Deck Box that holds about 200 cards. I carry 2 different decks with me the first being Common Charity Megalith as i could play in a standard format and a common charity locals, the second being a GOAT Edison Hybrid deck with idea that the main deck has a 15 card Flamvell core (including a standard Edison Extra Deck) that has 15 GravekeepeGOAT Control cards in the side that can be swapped at moments notice obliviously the extra deck is cut from the GOAT variation of the deck, the down side to this is i don't have an actual side deck for any of the decks i carry, but the point is that i'm carrying less and side decks of which would instead would mean i would carry extra deck boxes. With these disadvantages, both decks just about fit within deck box.
Dice - I carry 2 1d6's, they can be used for high roll and tokens/counters.
Binder - Now, i dont often carry a binder with me at all times, but if i know these a chance i could be taking part in a locals i usually just carry a 2x2 UltraPro binder these tend to have less pages in them so they become smaller in size and lighter to carry. The binder is usually full with the cheaper staple cards, smaller cheap deck cores and 2 pages for cheaper collectors pieces (Ultis, Hobby league rares).
Obliviously everyone will have their own version of this list, i'm just curious what would/does everyone else carry with them?

On the morning of December 8th, 1941, enlistment offices all across the United States began to be filled by young men eager to enact revenge for what the Empire of Japan had done at Pearl Harbor. The offices would stay busy for a long, long time. It was a dangerous job, with life and limb at serious risk, and many more young men would join the Army and Navy by conscription. Lesser celebrated, and likely they’d have it no other way, were whole second armies of support personnel. These would be nurses, middle-aged clerks too old and or fat to fight, surveyors, engineers, and merchant sailors.
Some would be spies or intelligence men working for the Office of Strategic Services. Others were mysterious ne’er-do-wells, scoundrels who were very good at the procurement of various goods. Some would be anthropologists and translators, eager to help obscure native communities deal with the technologically advanced war tearing the island worlds asunder. Some would be entertainers for the USO, there to help with morale, doing what they were best at, whether it was telling jokes or dancing beautifully. Others might be war correspondents, to communicate, in a highly censored way, what was going on to the folks back home. Then there were the bean counters. Everybody overlooked the bean counters.
Many of the combat veterans, and even some of the non-combat personnel, would never make it home again. Others made it home, but only after being maimed and scarred in body and mind. Yet most would make it home. All of them would have stories to tell, though many would never tell their stories. There was a culture of silence during the war, ‘loose lips sink ships.’ It wasn’t just a catchy phrase, people took it to heart. It became a habit. Even long after the war was over people kept their lips zipped shut.
And yet, there were still millions and millions of stories, and some of them would be recorded. They might be memoirs committed to paper years later. Then again, many of these people kept diaries. They would write home every chance they get. Officers as a regular part of their duties were constantly writing up reports. Every single one would end up being read by someone, somewhere, and passed up the chain depending on its importance, or filed away if the chain ended there. With every battle won or lost, extensive analyses were conducted on what went right and what went wrong, and how we could do better. Actions of bravery were written up for recommendations for medals or promotions. Every serious infraction meant a court-martial, and court martials left transcripts. Bitter denouements and protests were written when it was felt officers weren’t living up to their duties, and in these cases, the lips were zipped especially tight, but the reports themselves were poured over. Every location where the U.S. went, whether it was the location of a battleground, a ranging area for artillery, site for a depot, or a road used to transport was thoroughly mapped and described in detail.
Then there were the bean counters. How many 20 mm shells does it take, on average, to knock down a Val dive bomber? How many pints of A-positive blood should be stocked in a forward field hospital? How many gallons of ice cream are needed to keep a company of Marines in good fighting spirit? The bean counters might not know, but they recorded everything down just in case you wanted to sift through the data, and a lot of people did. The data would end up having a massive contribution to the war effort.
Last were two groups of material that were never meant to see the light of day. The sort of thing that ought to be recorded, but then hidden away only for the purview of top men. The first is information you might expect would cause classification or a cover-up. Disastrous friendly fire incidents. Accusations and or confessions of war crimes. State secrets involving intelligence on enemies and allies both.
Then there’s the other tranche of material. The stuff that defies explanation. Secrets from the hidden corners of the earth that were never meant to be revealed until some young farmboys from a country far away showed up in places where they were never supposed to be.
The following provides an example.
Excerpts from the personal diary of Second Lieutenant Yvette Morgan, Army Nursing Corps, 231st Hospital Group, Normandy region of France, July and August 1944. Aged 20 at the time of writing.
Note: Most American personnel in WWII were restricted from keeping personal diaries for counterintelligence purposes. It was not uncommon that this restriction was flaunted, particularly among personnel with the luxury of a little bit of privacy. Lt. Morgan seems to have understood the purpose of the restriction, and so the redactions in the following excerpts are her own. A careful eye will note she’s made a couple of errors, which is why censorship should be left to the professionals.
July 30th, 1944- Just got off the truck and finally made it back ‘home.’ Just spent all ‘day,’ helping set up the field hospital. We’ve commandeered a high school in the little town of St. A. I think it’s going to work out pretty well. There’s a gym with a tall ceiling and high windows, which means good natural lighting, so we’re setting that up as an operating room. We’ve got about six beds in each classroom, which is just about the number you’d like. The corridors are nice and wide enough to handle gurneys, and there’s plenty of room out front for the ambulances. I don’t think we could have found a better location outside of a purpose-built actual hospital.
The real work starts tomorrow. Well, today, I guess. They ought to be taking patients right about the time I’m writing this. I drew the short stick, and now I’m stuck with the overnight shift. That’s my luck for you. Back home that would have meant at least it would be pretty quiet, but I don’t think that’s going to apply to this kind of duty.
“Home” is actually this nice little old cottage they’ve set me up with, and four other girls. It’s in the tiny commune of L. It’s actually about ten miles from the hospital, not far from the sea. Every shift they’re going to drive us back and forth in these trucks. Seems like an awful waste of gasoline to me, but what do I know? The whole reason they’re doing this is because the hospital’s technically in range of German artillery, and they like to keep staff like us out of harm's way when we’re not needed. I suppose we won’t be in range much longer anyway. That said, Capt. G says the front line’s been stalled out for a while. He says it’s slow going with all these enormous hedgerows they grow everyplace around here. I never knew they could grow so big, they must be hundreds of years old. I thought the poplar windbreaks they started growing back home after the Dust Bowl were impressive, but they’ve got nothing on these things. We can still hear the guns, though. They’re a long way off, and kind of sound like thunder, though you can tell they’re not because the sky is perfectly clear. At least, I hope, they’re mostly our guns.
The morning’s still a little chilly, but it promises to be a warm day. I’m going to have to get used to sleeping through it. After long last summer is really here. The cottage itself is lovely. I can’t help but wonder about the people who really make this home. There’s a delightful flower garden in front and just the most precious herb garden right outside the kitchen window. When I get married and we have a home, I’m going to insist on one just like it.
The other girls? Well, what can I say. 5 of us all sharing this little place, at least we’ll be working different shifts mostly. I’m sure we’ll get by swimmingly.
July 31st- Just got back and finished breakfast for dinner. Part of me still wishes I were at work. If I were at a civilian hospital I still would be. Funny how the military insists on sticking to the scheduled shift and they order me to go home and get some sleep. I might get used to such regimentation.
I say this as if I’m not completely exhausted and overwhelmed. I’m sure I’ll sleep tonight. Today, whatever. As I’d suspected, we had our first wounded in during the morning shift. Most of them had been through the Mobile Advanced hospital and had been at least looked over by a doctor. Plenty had already gone through an initial surgery, just to stabilize them, close gaping wounds, and tie off arteries. It was really crude stuff, but I suppose that’s the point. Our doctors opened them back up and fixed them up properly. There were a few walking wounded, shrapnel wounds, and nasty burns we were able to help out too. I feel glad to be part of such a great team. I spent the first half of my shift assisting in two different surgeries. Then the last half attending the wards.
I had hoped that would be more peaceful. Our boys are so brave, even when you can tell they’re really broken up over what they’ve been through. And yet it wasn’t meant to be.
I mentioned that St. A.’s was within range of German artillery. Well, there was an attack last night, early this morning, I’m still not used to the schedule. They didn’t hit the hospital. They hit the other side of town. It was loud enough to shake all of the windows, and even the ground shook. It scared the daylights out of me. Some of the boys yelled too. A couple of them fell out of their beds and tried to hide underneath. I can’t imagine what it would be like to go through that a second time, let alone time after time, day after day like our boys.
I was just starting to get things settled down and everything squared. Then there was commotion. A bunch of orderlies, then nurses, then doctors running around the front main hall. We were expecting wounded. They’d hit an old medieval church on the other side of town. The Church of Saint Adalthred. There had been a platoon of soldiers sleeping there. Now they were bringing the survivors in.
I had never done triage before, though I remembered my training. You divide the patients into three groups. The group that needs surgery absolutely immediately if they’re going to live. The group that can wait for surgery. And then there’s the group that will die regardless.
There were two young men that were in the last group. The first had a massive open head wound. The strange thing was he was perfectly conscious and capable of speaking, despite the injury. There was just nothing that we could do for him. He was alert for about an hour, and then he simply passed away. Is it horrible to think that was something of a mercy?
The other suffered terrible burns, and apparently some of the blast as well. After the triage, I was assigned to care for him. The doctor had estimated over 90 percent of his body suffered burns in the third degree. The kind of amount that really makes you question your faith. I’ve seen burn patients, but not when they get first arrive like this. His eyes and ears were gone. A strange thing was, he wasn’t screaming like we’d expect burn patients to do. The doctor said his vocal cords were burnt out, but his lungs were relatively free of smoke damage, and he didn’t have that horrible cough. The doctor said it was like “he’d inhaled flame.” He was simply silent. He’s not expected to last the night. Day, I mean. I suppose I won’t see him again. I suppose that’s mercy too.
I mentioned yesterday that I think a school building serves as a fine hospital in a pinch. I’m not sure about that anymore. It’s the ventilation. There isn’t any in the school. Fumes from the ether linger everywhere. So does the stink of infection, no matter how much we fight it. And that last patient. It was like he was roasted. Literally. I thought I’d be sick.
August 1st- The truck ride back is starting to become my favorite part of the day. This one was a long one, despite being the exact same length as all the other shifts. We’re really packed now. The minute we get one patient ready for transport back to England, another takes his bed. They say the war might be over before Christmas. I hope. Don’t know how I’ll be able to keep up this pace for so long.
The little old priest whose church got blown up by the Germans came around to volunteer at the hospital. Poor old thing has nowhere else to go. He’s helping us roll bandages, working the autoclaves, and helping the chaplain out with the prayers. He seems to be helping with morale, god bless him. Particularly the chaplain’s. The priest doesn’t speak English and the chaplain doesn’t speak French, but they both speak Latin well enough to get by. I’ve never heard it spoken before. I grew up Lutheran, and it seems so strange. I’m a long way from home.
The burn patient is still alive. I was really surprised when I got in and found out. Apparently so are the doctors. Of course, I’m attending him again and was asked to change his bandages. Most of the rest of his skin that hadn’t already sloughed off last night did so while I was changing them. I didn’t see any sign of infection yet, though of course, we all know what’s coming. Other than that there wasn’t much I can do. He’s started letting off this low moan. The doctor said he was not really conscious. I can’t imagine he would be, he’s still getting so much morphine.
He was already bleeding through before my shift ended, so I thought I’d do the next shift a favor and take care of it a second time on the same shift. This time the doctor had me place his arms over his chest and belly, and bandage them all together. Also, he had me bandage his legs together. The doctor said that if there’s a miracle and somehow he manages to pull through, it will be because he somehow beat the infection. And if he’s going to have any chance at all then we’ll need to minimize his contact with bandages until can receive grafts. When I was done he ended up looking like a mummy, right out of the pictures. I don’t think it will matter much, and neither does the doctor. But we have to keep trying.
August 2nd- Just got back. The burn victim is still alive. It’s so strange. It’s all I can think about now. When I first got in I went straight to his room. I was absolutely shocked, it was gruesome. His bandages were positively soaked through. There was more red than white. I was just about to chew out the girl on the shift before me. I thought that nobody had changed the bandages since my last shift, but then she told me that she’d just changed them two hours previously. I couldn’t make head or tales of it. So I just got to work changing them myself. It felt so odd, the way the other patients in the room were looking at us. Like they knew there was something off about the whole thing. The patient’s moaning is getting louder too. It must be so unnerving to the others sharing the room.
Then, of all things, Maj. P and Col. S came in to observe. I haven’t seen either of them since we started setting up the hospital. They don’t usually stay up so late. They were washed up and decided to help me bandage the patient. As if they weren’t just there to observe me, but wanted to be a part of it too.
Sure enough, after only a couple of hours, the bandages were soaked through again. I’ve never seen such terribly bleeding. I asked the doctor if it could have possibly been hemophilia. It’s something I’ve only heard about but haven’t seen. He only shook his head like he was sure that it wasn’t. Yet he also looked even more confused than I was. We’ve been giving the patient transfusions. But at this rate, I just don’t know where it’s all coming from.
I know I shouldn’t be writing this sort of thing down, but the doctor confided that he’s thinking of reducing the morphine, maybe the patient will be more lucid. I don’t know how the doctor expects him to communicate with his vocal cords destroyed, or what he could possibly have to say even if he could talk. Well, it’s not my place to decide. I think he knows more about what’s happening to the poor man than I do.
It was all just blood too. In the bandages. No pus at all. I don’t know how he’s not becoming infected.
August 3rd- There’s a great deal of strangeness happening at the hospital. I saw the General’s staff car the moment our truck pulled around to drop us off, the little flags on the front gave it away.. Instead of starting my shift, they asked me to come back to Col. S’s office. My first thought was that I was in trouble, and they’d somehow find this diary. Both Maj. P and Col. S. were there, along with Gen C. who’d driven down from Corps HQ with a couple of his staff. There were also two men from what might have been regular Army, except they wore two long dark coats. I didn’t get their names.
Apparently, they’d all been there for hours and were wanting to debrief me. Well, it sure was intimidating, but they just wanted me to tell them what I’d seen. Fair enough. The patient was burned all over his body. He probably should have died the first night but hasn’t. There’s an awful amount of bleeding which I can’t account for. There’s also no pus or smell of infection, which also didn’t make sense. I told them about how he’s been given large amounts of morphine, though I didn’t say what Cap. H had said about reducing it. No, he had never been capable of speaking since brought in. No, he hadn’t been wearing his dog tags, but between the blast, and the length of time he’d been burning, he must have stripped everything off. Surely they were back in the rubble of that church. Then they thanked me and told me I could go back to work.
Well, I’d just about had it. I stood up and demanded that if they knew something about my patient that they weren’t telling me and that if they did I could take better care of him, well then they had better tell me. I think I even swore though I didn’t mean to. Maj. P almost laughed and Col. S just gave me that stupid patronizing smile. Told me I was already doing everything that I could, and that they were proud of me. He’s a good man, but I’m getting really sick of this Army “that’s on a need-to-know basis” crap.
Rest of the shift was just the usual. Strange how it's become the norm now. No, there was something else. The burn patient was in his room by himself. They’d moved the other beds out. They didn’t tell me why. Probably because his moan’s getting worse. And raspier. I still don’t think he’s out of the morphine stupor though.
Alright, it’s later the same day, the second. I’ve just woken up and had a serious chat with Kathy, the nurse from the second shift, and she’s had a lot to talk about. Rumors are swirling. I don’t know how much of this is true. My gut instinct? It’s all true.
Those men in the long coats? The rumor is they were Army Intelligence. That didn’t make a lick of sense to me at first, but then it started to come together. It turns out there were supposed to be 30 men, including the C.O., in that church that night it got shelled. Nobody else. Except when they added up all the survivors (who’ve moved on to the front), all the wounded that were taken to our hospital, and those who died, which took a while to count, then it all added up to 31 men. So somebody was there who wasn’t supposed to be there, and nobody knows who it is. They think they’ve got all of the dog tags accounted for, which might have been why they asked me about it when I came in later that night. And the one person they can’t account for seems to be the burn victim.
So they didn’t know who it was. Nobody from the St. A.’s was missing. None of the French Resistance were around that night (apparently Intelligence asked them? How else would they know?). So it's really suspicious and they were worried he might be some kind of spy or infiltrator. They still don’t even know why that church was shelled in the first place.
So they started asking questions of that poor old priest who’s been volunteering. We know because they let the chaplain sit in with him, but it seems both of the intelligence guys spoke fluent French. They asked him if there were any kind of acolyte or initiate or whatever sort of junior clergy he might have could have been there. He said no, and anybody who might have was accounted for and healthy. He asked if there was anything valuable that could have been stolen, or maybe he feared could be looted (would our boys do that?). Well, he didn’t think so. There was the holy font, which was an antique, but there were many like it and it was hardly easy to move. There was the Bible at the altar. It was very old and had great sentimental value, but again it would have no value to thieves. There was the tomb of St. Adalthred himself, which was priceless to his community but was a part of the church itself. Why the church had been built in the first place. Impossible to steal.
Then they asked the priest to come and view the patient. Perhaps seeing his proportions, perhaps it might have helped him recollect a similar person he’d seen lately. I understand why they did it. He, the burn victim, does seem shorter than any soldier I’ve met, skinner too. I wish they hadn’t, though. The chaplain said the priest had cried over seeing all those bloody bandages. There wasn’t a point, because the priest said he didn’t recognize him. The strange thing was, the chaplain had said that the priest's behavior seemed really strange. Like they got the really strong sense that the priest was being cagey, and lying to them. Not that he recognized the figure per se, but that he was thinking of something that he wasn’t telling them. He also insisted on saying a prayer over the burnt figure before he left, and they let him.
When I asked why they’d moved all the other beds in the room, Kathy said a little while after the priest had left the burn victim had started screaming, really bad. The other patients asked if they could leave the room, and because of the mystery, Col. S. agreed to it so they could isolate the burnt man. He was only calmer when I arrived later because they’d given him more morphine. When Kathy told me how much my jaw hit the floor. That part has to be baseless rumor.
August 8- I’m back in England. I’ve been too worked up to write, and worried, of course. After it happened, they put me in a truck, drove me to L. to pick up my things, and then I was on a Skytrain back to Cornwall. I guess we stopped at the cottage as a courtesy, it was on the way to the airfield. I was worried they’d find this diary, but they never searched. I don’t think they know what to do with me. I’m not sure what they should do either. They might just send me home, I suppose. I wouldn’t protest that. I just want to get on with things.
So. That night. The 4th.
I’ll start when I get off the truck. That moment when you hit the ground after jumping out of the bed is so sharp like it just sets your whole day. Like a starter pistol at a race. Something about it seemed off just as I was walking towards the door. Now I get in, and the front gallery, ever since that night of the triage, is a pretty empty place. But somebody was waiting for me, and it was Col. S. He came right up to me the moment he saw me. What an upside-down experience.
He starts leading me down the side hall, towards the back of the hospital/school where his office was. So of course I expected he needed to talk to me about something in his office. Only it turned out it wasn’t his office anymore. I thought something was off when I saw two armed guards on either side of the door to his often. Almost as soon, I heard the screaming.
I have just enough time to puzzle together what’s happened when Col. S walks right in, me in tow. They’d moved the burn patient to Col. S’s office, and he’d cleared out. The reason was obvious. The patient was screaming. Really, really loud. It hurt my ears in such a small office. The office was as about as far removed from the rest of the patients as they could move him. His bandages were soaked through, totally bright red. Jet red? Is jet red a thing? If you saw him, you’d say it was. It looked like they had been in the middle of starting to change his bandages, or just about to finish. Because there were parts of his flesh that were exposed. I didn’t realize it at first, and could only tell because of the texture.
I was just staring at him for a while. Jaw wide open. Then I looked at Col. S. He had been watching my reaction. He had such a sympathetic look. I asked him “How long has he been like this?”
“For hours,” he said. Like he was apologizing.
“How much morphine did you give him?” I asked. He was a doctor in his own right, of course. He didn’t get a chance to perform much surgery now that he’s the administrator, but I don’t think that ever leaves you.
He looked like he was about to cry.
“Lethal?” I asked.
“More,” he whispered.
We stood there silent for a few moments. Then he explained the situation. The only people allowed in the room would be doctors. Myself, and he explained I was the nurse with the most experience with him, and that I was the one he trusted the most. I’d have no other duties this shift. The chaplain was allowed in, and the priest. Also, the two guards out front, and that was it. He told me “The men from intel will be back, and a couple of spooks. We’ll figure it out then.” I had no idea what he meant by that, but I just nodded.
Well, the chaplain was there, though he looked a total mess. And it turned out the priest had stayed late but had gone home, exhausted.
So I did my duties. Changed bandages. Changed IV bottles. There were two chairs in the room, one for me and one for the chaplain. With only the one patient sometimes I’d wait. We couldn’t really chat. The screaming was too loud. I don’t think either of us got used to it.
I suppose it was about 3 AM. Mom used to call that the witching hour. Around three it started to change. The screaming that is, the cadence of it. Is that the right word? He started screaming words. Very garbled, but words. That was when I remembered the doctor had said his vocal cords had been destroyed. Had he been wrong? It had to be. Both I and the chaplain were standing over him then. The chaplain whispering prayers. Sometimes we’d look at each other like maybe the other knew what was happening. There were no answers.
The words started getting clearer. Not that we understood them, but they kind of sounded like they were French. Both I and the chaplain thought he, the patient, was becoming lucid. The chaplain opened up the door and told the guards to get the colonel, also to send somebody to find the priest. I suppose anybody could have translated, or so I thought at the time, but getting the priest sounded right.
Well, the colonel wasn’t in, but Maj. P. was. He spoke a little French, but he couldn’t understand the words. I’m still glad he was there. As a witness. I’m glad me and the chaplain weren’t the only ones. It was like the patient was chanting.
It was, maybe ten minutes after the major arrived. The screaming just stopped. No words. Just heavy breathing. Hyperventilating maybe. It occurred to me then that the bandages had become soaked through again. I’d been there the whole time. Watching. Only now had I noticed. He was glistening. The bedding was bloody too, of course. It was everywhere. And then…
Then it happened.
I had been facing another direction. But there was a sound. Like a massive, loud inhalation of are. There was this bright light, like when a lightbulb is about to short out. Except I felt the heat, and I turned. The patient had burst into flames.
I screamed. I think the chaplain and major did too. The two guards ran in. Maybe they sent somebody else to fetch the priest. They just yelled and weren’t able to do anything else. In a normal circumstance, I think somebody would have fetched an extinguisher. Except the patient suddenly sat straight up in his bed. We were positively paralyzed. He was screaming again, and all we could do is watch. His bandages and bedding all burned away. Only then he stopped.
There was this man before us. He had no skin. No eyes. Glistening red, and patches of black where the ash still clung to him. He looked at us. Looked at me. There were two black holes in his face, above the hole for his nose, and his mouth, lips burned away and teeth missing. But the holes for his eyes… I could feel him looking at me despite having no eyes.
Then he spoke. It was French again, at least I thought. I couldn’t understand it. Full sentences. Raspy, but clear. No sign of pain or duress. Yet it was authoritative like he was in full command of his faculties.
I don’t think it lasted long before the priest came rushing in. The priest said something like “sortie” and then the Major told us to get out, the chaplain and I.
We did and closed the door behind us. The two guards were further down the hall, clearly rattled.
We could hear the priest and the burned man talking. Clearly, through the door. The burned man was distinguishable by the rasp in his voice, the commanding tone. Yet as we listened, there was something off. The burned man’s French was different than the priest’s French. It was like they didn’t understand each other. It was like they were speaking two different dialects, and I didn’t realize until I heard them both being spoken next to each other.
There was a pause of silence. And then the priest started speaking in Latin. I saw a look of relief on the chaplain’s face when the burned man responded, also in Latin.
The two spoke, the burned man and the priest. They went on and on, me not understanding any of it. The burned man seemed to calm, the priest becoming more anxious as they went. Then I turned to the chaplain again. His attention was totally focused on the closed door, but he was listening to the priest and the burned man talk.
He was shaking, and pale as a ghost. I’ve seen men shake. I’ve seen them shake from the effects of blood loss and shock. I’ve seen them shake because they’ve been mad from war. I’ve seen them shake from hypothermia and hypoglycemia and drug overdoses. I’ve seen no end of fear in their eyes. Fear as they’re going under anesthesia, or having their limbs removed, or knowing they’re about to die from their wounds.
I’ve never seen a man so afraid or shaken than that chaplain on that night. And all because he was able to follow that conversation in Latin.
The door suddenly opened. The priest waved us aside, looking more determined than I’d ever seen him. We pressed ourselves against the wall to get out of the way. The burned man followed him. Silent. Walking. We watched them walk down the hallway. The guards turned and fled. Then the priest and the burnt figure turned the corner, and that was the last that I saw of them.
I remember looking back into the room and seeing the Major, slumped in a chair, hands covered his face. The smoke from the burning bandages and bedding still hung in the air, sweet and strong and foul due to the lack of ventilation.
The two men in the long coats showed up. There were also a couple of men in suits. Civilians, I guess. They sort of took charge. Then they just put me on a truck, didn’t even ask me any questions.
And that’s what happened.
I’ve been on this base for a couple of days. They seem to be giving me a lot of freedom, they let me go into town yesterday. I went to a library. It wasn’t a very big one, but I guess it didn’t need to be. I found a hagiography. Or, I guess, a sort of encyclopedia on the subject of saints.
There was a very small entry on the subject of Saint Adalthred. Very little was known about him. He’d been a saint in early medieval France. He’d preached to royalty. The Marrowvingians I think it said, I don’t know what that is. Like all saints, he’d performed three miracles. Like all saints, he’d been martyred. He’d been burned at the stake. His last miracle had been his own resurrection.
I don’t know what to do with this diary. I never should have started it, and yet I think it’s important that I did. I think I’m going to turn myself in and give it to them. I suppose they’ll court-martial me over it, send me home. I don’t want to go home, but maybe I deserve it. At any rate, clearly, there are higher powers than me at work here.
-End copy.-
All of the documentation by the U.S. during the war was massive. All of the officers, nurses, spies, bean counters, and everybody else contributed to the pile. This was long before the digital age, or even microfiche, so the sheer scale of the paperwork is hardly conceivable. It could have been measured by the cargo holds of liberty ships.
After the war, the Army and Navy needed someplace to store it all. Any of it could have had unforeseen value, and destroying it was never an option. In 1951, with the Korean War raging and threatening to exacerbate the document problem, the Department of Defense decided to build a massive new warehouse archive to store it all. In 1956, the Military Personnel Records Center was finished. Ostensibly the archive was meant to store personnel records, but the military being the military, and the warehouse being of such a huge scale, it housed other records as well. Records such as the nurse’s diary, records of things unnatural. Supernatural. Only to be seen by top men.
One of the items discussed during the facility’s construction was the inclusion of a sprinkler fire prevention system. There was a concern that such a system could leak, and cause water damage to all the important documents. So the archive was built without one.
In 1973 the building burned down, taking millions of documents with it. The cause was never officially determined. At the time, and for many years after, the biggest problem was the bureaucratic nightmare it caused for millions of veterans and collecting the benefits they were entitled to.
To a very small community, namely us, the damage was a travesty. That’s the purpose of this project. To retrieve the documentation, study, and catalog it, this entry is only the first example. Naturally, the question arises- how do we retrieve these files if they were all destroyed in the fire? Well, that’s on a need-to-know basis, Lieutenant, and you don’t need to know.
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Author's Notes: The War Files is meant to be an on-going series of horror stories set in and around WWII, and the very real Archive Fire. Maybe it would make a good podcast? This was sort of a pilot episode and thought it would fit the theme of this month's event. If you liked the story and want to read more, I'll probably post them either to my subreddit EBDavis or my substack ebdavis.substack.com

I have a client wanting to maintain a collaborative effort on a project using BIM360. I however do not own a license to BIM360 and I believe it's been discontinued for Collaborate Pro (if I'm not mistaken). The client is also still using Revit 2021 if that is a factor (which may be why they're still on 360, I'm not sure)
I would say I'd pass on the project, but A) it's a repeat client that I do a lot of work for and I want to maintain working with B) It wasn't disclosed before starting the project that this was going to be a requirement before bidding it (it wasn't my client's preference but the developers, so they didn't know either).
Anyhow, I'm considering purchasing the collaborate monthly subscription for the one project but I'm a bit unclear at what actually is required here. My experience with collaboration has always been through work-sharing and worksets on a central file kept on a server or cloud drive. What it sounds like they want though is having each trade (Arch, MEP, Structural, etc.) have an independent file uploaded into BIM360 and they will link each of the trades into their main file. This doesn't sound too complicated so far other than the BIM360 platform and how it functions. Though I'm sure once I start messing around with it, it should be self-explanatory.
Where I start to get tripped up is the software offerings that Autodesk has (Collaborate, Collaborate Pro, and BIM360). I assume since the client is using BIM360, this is what I need also, but as I said Collaborate seems to have replaced it. So is Collaborate/Collaborate Pro going to give me the same access I need to get on BIM360 to work with them? And if so, do I need the Pro version for what I'm trying to achieve or will the standard version work without all the bloat?

The 1-year mark of the beginning of my problems with my first new Malibu boat has recently passed to no resolution of my problems. Therefore, I figured it's time to share my experience with anyone who may be considering a Malibu/Axis product.
In April 2022, I purchased a new Axis t250 off the showroom floor at Lake Norman Marina and it was great for the first few weeks, but on Memorial Day weekend of 2022 after a rider had fallen, the boat would no longer start. After about a week of the boat being at the dealership, they decided it wasn't just the starter and for some reason the transmission needed to be changed. About 2 weeks later I got the boat back, went out 3 times, and the transmission actually blew. They changed it again, and on my 3rd time out again the transmission blew. They changed it yet again and on my first day out the engine temp was skyrocketing and fluid spilling out, turned out a hose had not been secured properly and was spilling into the engine bay, but on the 4th time out, the transmission blew once again.
At this point, the entire month of June had passed, I had multiple issues with their maintenance practices and communication and had not received any offer of compensation for tows, no paperwork for warrant work performed, no contact from Malibu, or even an apology from the dealership. The boat had under 40hrs on it, and I had spent probably 15hrs on the water waiting for tows and being towed in. But the dealership and malibu decided to change the entire engine. 3 weeks in and I decide to call Malibu's engine department and ask how long, an engine change takes. (As an aircraft mechanic myself, changing giant turbine engines on Airbus fleets can be done in under 32 hours). The engine tech informed me it was a 5hr job and they also did not know why my transmission was changed in the first place since I had never received a transmission overheat message. However, I received my boat back about a week later and hoped that was the end, I could finally use my boat. About a week in, some wires to the screen came loose and I lost all my gauges on the opposite end of my home lake and at this point I was fed up. I told the dealership to take the boat back and I never wanted to see it again. I had been paying for a boat for 3 months and only had access to it for under 1 month.
This is when Malibu finally decided to get involved and Robert C. contacted me and admitted that the boat was a lemon. I informed him how I was displeased with the company, product, and the dealership and had never received a single piece of warranty paperwork, not even for the engine so that I could have the serial numbers switched on my insurance. He sounded surprised but ultimately didn't do anything regarding that issue but did offer to build me a new 2023 model year boat to replace my lemon if I just road that one out for the season because "Malibu wanted to earn my trust back as a customer". I expressed my concerns with product quality, the fact I'd be paying for a boat I hate for months, and new loan rates but after Robert adamantly assured me over 10 times that I would 100% be able to keep my same loan, and that my new boat would be put through a more in depth inspection process he called their "dock inspection" I decided to take the deal because pursuing the Magnussen Moss Warranty Act in court could have just yielded the same end result after much more time. Also, for 2 months straight I continued to ask Lake Norman Marina for warranty work paperwork in order to document my experience and the only thing I ever received was a screenshot of the hours of manpower assigned to my boat on one day.
In October of 2022 I submitted my new build and was told the new one would be completed in early spring/March. However, just after Christmas I received a call from the dealership that my boat was ready, and I need to submit for a new loan. I raised hell, right after Christmas when my credit cards were near capacity, 3 months early on completion, after a ton of reassurances that there was no way I would need a new loan at these higher rates, and after I have continued to make payments on the existing crap boat, I was told to get a new loan. I reached out to Robert because he was so adamant about the fact I would not have to, and he proceeded to make a bunch of excuses for the dealership and say it's out of his hands. Where I then responded, why would you make promises you can't keep, about something you have no control over? This was the most important stipulation of the deal to me. That is when I first realized Malibu cannot be trusted. They ran my credit and as I expected my 4.5% interest would now be 9-10%, but luckily, I contacted my loan officer and detailed the entire situation to him. There was no way I was going to pay more money for a boat from a company that had shitted me. I told him, you either keep this loan and continue to make the money off of me you already are, or I am getting a boat from another company with another bank, and you make none. He agreed with my position and after a couple days managed to convince his higher ups to do a collateral swap on my current loan. No thanks to the dealership or Malibu.
Here we are in 2023, new year, new me, new boat, lets fucking see. I take delivery of my new 2023 Axis t235, and she looks beautiful. I take her right to the shop to get some tint thrown on. That evening I take the boat to the marina and hop in to see if they put any fuel in. 88% full, ok well they did the 10hr break in so that could be why. The next morning, I have it fueled up by the marina, still 88%. Some, "dock inspection" and more so how did the dealership not notice this during the break in period? But whatever I am ready to surf and will wait until my first service to have it addressed. Granted, I surf 3-4 times a week and fill it before every outing for weight. Then I recieved notice of the recall on the steering cable block and called my dealer but they had not recieved any tooling to complete it yet. But he told me it wasnt like the boat was gonna blow up, just dont go full power and I should be fine, at most I'd need a tow and I was used to that after the previous year. The boats running great, all sorts of squeaks and dry pump noises I had mentioned on the previous boat to the dealer, and told were normal, didn't exist on this one. Amazing. But one saturday after a rider had fell, and 2 jet skis were coming straight at im I start tapping my horn and it gets stuck wide open. We shut the boat off and on several times but as soon as the battery is set to on the horn sounds, so we decided to get under the dash, mid-lake, and disconnect the button. While this is happening I just so happen to get an e-mail from axis to submit a review on my boat and experience. Which I answered honestly; boat runs good, salesman good, not too impressed with company, dealership bad. Within minutes Logan K. sales manager, and son of the dealership owner e-mails me, 6pm on a Saturday, and says, "I cannot believe you bashed us yet again. Actually, I can." and proceeds to tell me they will no longer work on my boat, also that he has CC'd his entire service department to let them know. I respond telling him how all I did was answer the questions honestly based on my experience, and that him unprofessionally e-mailing me with a refusal to work my boat because of that, with the several existing issues is not in line with Malibu's statement of wanting to earn my trust back. He stands by his statement and says that they will not work the boat, and that I need to reach out to one of 2 other dealers farther away to have them correct the problems. The following Wednesday I go to surf and my marina manager tells me Lake Norman Marina was here earlier that day and had pulled my boat out to do some recall. I immediately e-mail Logan, informing him that I would like to know where we stand because if Lake Norman Marina is no longer working my boat, then they should not be touching my property, and regardless I should be informed before they have it pulled out for any work. He claims it was an oversight and will not apologize for the mechanic, even though ya' know, he CC'd his entire service department. From where I am standing, I have no idea if this tech came out to sabotage my boat or God knows what. Now since that initial interaction that previous Saturday, I called Malibu and left voicemails on 3 different phone numbers Mon-Fri of the next week. 15 voicemails and not a single response. So, the next week I go to my local Supra dealership, who is amazing by the way, shout out to Southtown Watersports!
The guys at SW are familiar with my story because every time I have come for boards, jackets, or lead bags etc. I have given them the latest and greatest in my ridiculous experience. They told me dealers have a direct line to the manufacturer and I should go ahead and reach out to the next closest dealer, give them my story and see what happens. Thats what I decided to do, Captain's Choice is 2 hours from me and when I spoke with them, they were just mind blown by my experience. Told me in 20 years he hadn't heard a story like mine. But they were very helpful and said they were going to look up parts and work on my boat and get them ordered so I could get it all fixed without wasting time. Big upgrade there. about an hour later I get an e-mail from Mr. Logan again. "Malibu sent us the parts to fix your horn but I told Robert you said we were not allowed on your property so let me know how you would like to proceed." This ding-dong sends me this, twisting my words, in the same e-mail chain where he is the one refusing to service my boat and I stated that if you are going to refuse service then you shouldn't be on my property. I replied telling him that I had reached out to the other dealer as he forced me to but that I would rather them come fix it, than have to trailer my boat 2 hours each way for something small. The following morning, he replies that he thinks I should just move forward with the other marina, and he would send them the parts. What? After 10 or so days he emailed me about fixing it with absolutely no intention to fix the boat? fuck off. I sent him a strongly worded response signed, "Sincerely, Eat Shit." and forwarded the interaction to Robert, detailing that in the same chain Logan proves he is a liar and twisted my words. I didn't expect a response at this point, but 3 min later Robert finally replied asking to speak on the phone later that day. When I talked to Robert, he once again made a bunch of excuses defending the dealerships behavior while stating he was not taking sides...makes sense. Told me they could do what they wanted and that me trailering by boat 2 hours each way to Captains Choice was a reasonable thing, knowing that the previous boat literally broke every week for 2 months. He informed me that ignoring my 15 voicemails was his call, in order to not escalate the situation, REALLY makes sense. Also, states that he told the mechanic to access my boat for the recall, which is not what ol' ding-dong had said. All trust in the company and especially Robert is lost at this point, so the conversation is useless.
About 2 weeks later I finally have the appointment to get the issues at my boat fixed 2 hours away. A spot in the flooring had bubbled at this point so it was that the horn, the fuel gauge, and possibly the recall. I leave at 530am with my boat to make sure I am at Captains Choice by 8am. Everyone was great there and were just as mind blown as myself that traveling that far for maintenance was considered reasonable by Robert and Malibu as far as "earning my trust as a customer." I was there for about 4 hours, napping in my truck when they took me back to my boat and said they stuck a needle in the bubble and smoothed it flat as directed by malibu, but it could bubble again, and they would then replace the piece. They reconnected the horn and it worked but in case it got stuck again they would send me a new horn unit to my house, seeing as ol ding-dong logan never sent them the parts. I have yet to receive the parts. They said the recall had been completed but was never put into the system which is no suprise seeing as Lake Norman Marina obviously does not believe in paperwork. Then theres the fuel gauge, he showed me that the float will not reach 100% ever, that it was poor design and nothing they could do. I mean, if thats the case I figure the rep for Malibu, Robert should have heard this complaint by every person who purchased a t235 at this point and not sent me 2 hours away for nothing. Anyways, they buttoned her up, and I headed home. Captain's Choice was great and a much better experience than I had previously had at the other dealership but, in total, I spent 9 hours that day and a full tank in my truck to return home with a boat in pretty much the same condition I left with. A needle poke to the floor and recconnected horn that both may fault again, a paperwork update of work performed by someone else, and being told that my 2nd brand new $140,000 boat in a year does not work right straight from the factory.
When I returned home I e-mailed Robert and told him that Malibu can either take this boat back, I keep my experience to myself, and we part ways. Or I will sell it on my own and relay my experience. As expected, no reply, so here we are. During this time I have also made small comments to other Malibu owners posts and been contacted by multiple people sharing their stories with me about the companies poor treatment of customers, and as one 20yr Malibu owner told me, it seems to only have gotten really bad since about 2020. I know some people have had wonderful experiences but this is the honest recollection of my 1yr experience with this company and I think its best for anyone looking to purchase a new boat to know what they may be getting themselves into with this company.
Also, if any other t235 owners read this let me know if your fuel gauge only reads 88% full.

Got 30 hours in the game now. Current playthrough is day 77 and more questions have arisen:

1. How do I see whether armor is classified as light or heavy for the purposes of the nimble versus BF perk? And does this apply to helmets as well?
   
2. Day 77 and still no word on a crisis. The wiki says I should expect to hear notice of an impending crisis between days 50-70. I believe my starting conditions were the default "Random" crisis settings.
   
3. What's the thinking around reservists and building my crew beyond 12? If I add some slouch to my back line and give him a polearm to get some XP am I not depriving one of my starters of the opportunity? Do I only use them when there is an injury that necessitates their being put in? Should I just throw them to the wolves and let the strong survive?
   
4. I've got one of the 3 major factions allied to me (vanilla). Should I keep doing missions in their sector or is there a benefit to going out and making friends with the other two in their areas of the map?
   
5. What's the most efficient use of my time at this phase of the game? By which I mean it seems like 3-day escort missions aren't worth the coins I get for wasting 3 days (when I could be fighting 2-3 battles and doing 2-3 smaller missions). Should I be doing certain missions or raiding camps? Going off into the eastern wild lands and fighting whomever I encounter?
   

Thanks

I have a few different vapes now, dynavap, elev8r, airvape (Chinese portable) my beast of a desktop is the Super surfer but my daily driver is the Might+, i love this vape for MC. What does everyone else use? Hope I’m aloud to ask this in here, sorry if not!

I received my Management Information Degree in Fall of 2021, I did not obtain any internships and did not get any offers for the entry level positions like systems admin/data entry roles even after countlessly applying these last few years. For the last 3 years I have been working for a FAANG company in their Business Sales department making recommendations to clients. But I can't do this forever because of the pay. Yes, it is a great company, but I can't help but feel I disappointed that I hear I have a degree, but I am in the same role even before I graduated.
I can't move up because I am not looking to be a manager of a sales team and do not have the coding experience for other roles. I thought about going back to school for Data Analytics, but am terrified this is a bad choice since I failed Java. I am not sure if Python or R would give me issues. But I do like how DA would seem like a individual contributor role that would allow me to WFM as well as pay high.
Also for moving up, they require you to be at their offices, which is an issue since I have a strong preference to work from home.
The company does match education tuition to a certain expense level, so I am thinking of going back for my masters, but I am not sure in what since I would need a job to WFM and am not sure about how confident I would be in Python/R. I have done manual testing work, that did not require coding and loved the responsibility of cleaning and verifying the tasks. I enjoy Excel, used to work in inventory control and reading about data trends.
Any advice would be helpful, please be kind.

I thought I would share some anecdotes from a book I read a while ago on Bernie to show just how unique this architect of modern F1 really was and how he literally would do anything for money!
Tyre Supply -
One of the many roles Bernie took on in F1 was that of a tire supplier, he used to be responsible for shipping the tires around the world and selling them to the teams.
For every tire he sold he would have to pay import tax within each country. This was calculated by how many less tires he left each country with than he entered. To get around this, Bernie took all the used tires from the teams and then when he left the country he left with the same amount of tires as he entered with, so no tax bill was ever paid in any country for the F1 tires sold.
Best part of this scam, he charged the teams for getting rid of their tires!
Swimming Pool Prank -
As Bernie was getting more powerful in F1 he was sharing a hotel with a number of drivers. One of the drivers was dared by his peers to shove Bernie in the pool for $1000.
He was too scared of Bernie to do it, so approached him and told him what he had been offered.
Bernie let him do it if they split the proceeds 50/50.
Paying for Testing -
In the old days teams had to pay to hire a track for testing, at one test as Bernie was increasing his presence amongst his fellow team bosses he went down the pitlane towards the end of a testing day and collected each teams fee to pay the track.
Then an hour or so later an official from the track came to collect payment for the days testing from each team. Bernie had taken the money and run and not paid the track at all.
Buying a Plane -
Bernie was interested in buying a private jet off an important businessman, he invited the businessman to fly in on the jet, visit his office and finalise the paperwork to complete the purchase.
When the businessman arrived at his office, Bernie's receptionist kept him waiting apologising for Mr Ecclestone's delay, as he was stuck in traffic.
In fact Bernie was at the airfield and had blagged his way onto the plane as the 'new owner' without spending a penny. His purpose? To show around a buyer he had found.
Bernie successfully sold a plane he didn't own before heading back to his office to complete the purchase without the previous owner or the buyer being any the wiser. Obviously for significantly less money than he had just sold the plane for.
Meeting the Queen -
At one British GP in the 90s, Bernie and his wife were due to meet the Queen.
The Queen kept Bernie and his wife waiting for quite some time, eventually one of the Queen's aides came to collect them to finally meet the Queen.
Bernie told them where to stick it saying "I've got a woman who is richer and more attractive right here".
'Relaxing' on Holiday -
Bernie struggled to relax and on one holiday, after 2 days he was bored. So he negotiated to buy the whole hotel he was staying in just for something to do.
Just a few anecdotes that stuck out and I thought some of you may enjoy about our former Formula 1 Overlord.

The latest update to our flagship solution is here, Oxygen Forensic® Detective v.15.5!
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We’ve added another source for acquiring Telegram data. Now investigators can import and parse Telegram Exported Data files that can be saved using the “Export Telegram Data” option in the Telegram app settings. To import them into our software, click the Downloaded Accounts Data option located on the software Home screen.
Telegram Exported Data files can contain the following information:
· Account information
· Contacts
· Chats
· Private chats
· Chats with bots
· Private channels and groups (only account messages)
· Public channels and groups (only account messages)
· Active sessions
· Attachments
· Photos
· Videos
· Voice messages
· Video messages
· Stickers
· GIF
Cloud Extractor Updates
We’ve added several enhancements to our Cloud Extractor tool:
· Extraction of Telegram artifacts: reactions, avatars, blocked users, group and channel requests, and Premium account information
· Updated Facebook data extraction
· Updated the ability to authorize in Tinder
Learn more about Oxygen Forensic® Cloud Extractor.
Analysis of Drive Partitions Protected with BitLocker
In Oxygen Forensic® Detective v.15.5 we’ve added the ability to analyze drive partitions protected with BitLocker. There are four methods of analysis:
· If a drive partition is protected and locked, Oxygen Forensic® KeyScout can decrypt it with a known password or BitLocker recover key.
· If a drive partition is protected and locked, Oxygen Forensic® KeyScout can also decrypt it with a FVEK (Full Volume Encryption Key) or a VMK (Volume Master Key) extracted from RAM memory.
· If a drive partition is protected, but protectors are deleted or disabled, Oxygen Forensic® KeyScout detects this state and automatically decrypts the drive.
· If a drive partition is protected but unlocked during the Oxygen Forensic® KeyScout work, investigators can use Oxygen Forensic® KeyScout to decrypt it or use the OS API to find data in a decrypted logical drive.
Analysis of Hibernation Files
Investigators can now analyze hibernation files that show the state of the machine before hibernation. These files might include recent processes, malware analysis, a list of open apps, information regarding open apps, internet history, media such as videos, photos, passwords, geolocation information, and timestamps.
New and Updated Artifacts
With the updated Oxygen Forensic® KeyScout, users can collect the following new artifacts:
· Known network connections from Windows
· Saved pop-up notifications from macOS
· Briar data from Windows and Linux
· Notepad++ from Windows and Linux
· Information about the installed Debian Package/Advanced Packaging Tool packages from Linux
Updated artifact support includes:
· User credentials from Windows Credential Manager
· Telegram data from macOS
Learn more about Oxygen Forensic® KeyScout.
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Hi guys,
I am looking for a way to automate the protocolling of a weekly meeting, which has been done manually thus far. The main essence is to document the conclusion for each topic and the next steps that are defined, all the back-and-forth inbetween the meeting members before does not need to be documented. How could I go about that? I was thinking about using an NLP tool first to record and categorize what has been said and then use AI to extract the important information in a document.Are there any better ideas I haven't thought of or do you know specific software solutions that would work well here? Thanks

So, I've been having a hard time to read any SD cards lately. I am into 3DS and WII U hombrew so I constantly need to use the cards on PC.
No matter what I do, I spent this last weekend searching for solutions and nothing. The pc will read USB cards instantly and without any problems. Except when I use an SD USb Card Reader, It IS recognized, but it is "unable to read the descriptor" or something ( I tried every youtube video to try and fix it and nothing). Even my PC's internal multi-card reader cannot read Micro SDs or SD adapters directly connected to it ( But it reads USB just fine). I know that SD Cards work perfectly, because I use them in the consoles, so the problem IS the PC.
I tried installing drivers, updating drivers, disabling and enabling drivers and nothing. What else could it be?? It's such an specific problem, everything else works fine except anything related to SD Cards. Is it something related to Windows? Is the PC simply blocking the cards? I have no idea and at this point I'm so stressed out. Does anyone know what to do?

So this is something I’ve been really struggling with as of late. In a relationship with a wonderful girl for a few years. I want to make her my wife but there is one small challenge with our relationship. That is our sex life.
We started out having mostly awesome drunk sex for 30-60 minutes and we would both orgasm. It was really great and since I have a high libido I was really interested in this. Fast forward, she has gotten off BC and since moving in together sex has dwindled down to like once every 10 days or so sometimes more sometimes less. Of course she’s on her period or ovulating we have to be smart. But condoms hurt her, she says sex hurts her because I’m pretty big down there and she feels burning or like I’m hitting her cervix. Seems like she’s doing me a favor most times and I try to finish asap.
I guess my question is because I love this girl and don’t want to have a life of miserable sex but also need to make sure I don’t have unrealistic expectations.
I have been told I was very attractive my whole life and I am also successful. So not to sound like a prick, but I never had issue sleeping with women in my entire 20s I have had 40 or so sexual partners. She is the opposite and went year+ without sex before me. She has actually told me she doesn’t “need” sex to be happy, she moreso does It for me although she says she enjoys It.
I’m not sure if I have these expectations because of past lovers or porn or masturbating or what. But I honestly think if I broke up with her, there is some girl out there that would want sex everyday and basically would just get on top of me anytime one of us wanted It. A girl that would just love giving oral and would need nothing other than my penis to get off but that we’d do everything. Just an insane sex life, blowjobs while I drive, etc.
This seems ridiculous I know, but do women like this exist?
I also must say, our sex life has become stale enough that I don’t even try to get her in the mood. I just ask. Or she asks. Then we get our lube and meet in the bedroom. Most of the time It lasts 5 min or so because she’s just doing It because she loves me. Sometimes it’s longer and more intense and pretty amazing and we do foreplay. But not the norm.
She is actually amazing and we have had so many conversations about this. She has worked on trying to be better we agreed that a 2 time per week goal is doable and she said handjobs and blowjobs could happen otherwise. Hasn’t exactly happened but life has really gotten in the way too. (More on this below) But I always say I want her to be satisfied too. She says I can go down on her more/. Use vibrator but overall she is fine with just getting me off and hasn’t asked for these things. Is this normal?
We have completely different schedules and we really only have one or two realistic nights for sex anyway. She leaves for work by the time I get home usually. We see eachother in passing. And otherwise we have very active lives.
My question really boils down to: has sex, daily masturbating, and my large history of sex partners, distorted my ideas of what healthy sex in a long term partnership is? Is It realistic that I find an amazing partner who just wants to basically have my penis everyday?
My girlfriend is my person and honestly we have went on week vacations and had sex twice and one blowjob and she didn’t ask for much in return even tho I offered. We agreed that It was amazing.
Should I be trying to set the mood more? Like I don’t start kissing her neck or anything ever I just ask from across the room. This is because last year I got rejected enough that I couldn’t take It anymore. Asking is easier.
Should I really consider finding someone new? Or am I just insane to think someone out there coming off a 24 hour shift just wants to sit on my dick 4x a week.
I would be fine with twice a week but I don’t want to pressure her whatsoever if she truly doesn’t want this.
I don’t know what to do. The thought of breaking up destroys me but the idea of some fantasy girl having sex with me daily has me dreaming about the grass on the other side.
Should I work on setting the mood more? Are we doomed? I already know I need to quit porn. She really has been open to trying to be better although it’s clearly hard for her. Maybe we’re just incompatible but also it’s become such a pressurized topic.
Please help.

Hello, I have a super clean 2001 tahoe LT with autoride. 1 owner from Florida and meticulously maintained. I am planning on doing engine work and making a bad ass street rig out of it. I would like to drop it about 1.5 to 2 inches and get rid of the autoride but not sure what direction to go. I see a ton of drop kits out there but none specify if they can be used on a truck that has autoride already and I'm not really sure what all I'd have to do to delete it in the first place. Does anyone have experience with this or should I plan on doing some fabrication to make something fit?