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2023.06.07 20:48 FCoffeeTest 1st impression Catalyst Trade

TL;DR. My 1st impression was not good and I won't be using Catalyst again. YMMV.
Someone mentioned Catalyst in this sub and it looked interesting to me. I ordered a sample of Peru. It shipped in a few hours from placing the order which was nice. It arrived USPS priority in the typical USPS box with the folded sides. One side was wide open and it was pure luck the coffee had not fallen out. A little tape over the tabbed sides would have saved this near misfortune. Hmm.
I love opening green coffee. That sweet, musky scent always is exciting to me. Opening these well-sealed coffees from Catalyst had a bit of that but also had a bit of a funky smell along with it. Hmm.
One odd thing is that on their website they have limited info about the coffee. However, when you scan the QR code on the bag, it directs you to a dropbox folder with documentation more similar to what you would see from an importer. Why don't they link it from their site? Hmm.
I weighed out 50g of one. With casual inspection, I picked out 5 beans that stood out. 2 due to their mutant shape, 1 super small spherical bean and 2 with black insect bites? fungus? Ug. The upper beans are randomly selected. I am sure if I searched there would be more bad examples in just 50g of coffee. The other sample looked much better. As a sanity check I compared these 2 Catalyst coffees to a Guatemala Sweet Maria coffee I had on hand and the quality difference was really significant, the SM coffee simply looked great in comparison. Here's the photo:
I roasted them both on my Ikawa, light-medium profile about 20% development. I have had many different coffees with the same profile, so it's my standard. Roasts turned out a bit more uneven than typical. Here's a photo of the roasts:
I decided I was not going to drink the one that is pictured above. It's just too weird looking for me and I lose my appetite whenever I think of it. I tried the other 2 days after roasting and it was thin bodied, flavor is dark tones and for me, slightly unpleasant. I didn't finish the cup. I didn't bother to check but perhaps this is past crop coffee.
This was just a single experience based on my personal impressions so it wouldn't be fair to judge them as a bad coffee seller but I can say in all honesty my 1st impression was not good. They seem to specialize in Ethiopia, so perhaps those are great, I don't know.
For the record I used to run a super tiny coffee club but I am not in the coffee business any longer and have no interest in any coffee business. I'm just a retail home roaster now looking for great coffee and I post this if it helps anyone else on the same path.
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2023.06.07 20:47 lifeisaschool Is my therapist a good fit? Help me make sense of some things

Finding a good therapist has been flipping hard. After 5 years of searching I’ve finally found someone I feel I can trust, however, the therapists skills seem questionable to a part of me and they don’t always seem to summarize in a way that I feel understood. The therapist also periodically makes comments that also don’t resonate. This person is level 3 trained and certified for whatever it’s worth and specializes in complex trauma and DID. In saying this, he is kind, compassionate and patient with me which is very nice.
I correct my therapist when necessary and when things don’t feel quite right or when he says something that’s not completely accurate which has been a work in progress as I’m afraid of confrontation and upsetting others, however, it can be tiring to feel like I have to do this all the time. I will admit that I am not the easiest client to work with. I have a major corrector part who is vigilant and is constantly scanning my therapist for faults and things that don’t seem “IFS” or following the model completely. A part of me knows the IFS model and variations very well. My system is also very chaotic with parts jumping in constantly. I have C-PTSD, disorganized attachment and ADHD. My system is also very dissociative. I’ve identified 8 dissociative parts in my system so far. I have access to Self in my life, but not much. Aside from being involved with work (which brings me great joy and peace) life outside of work is pretty hellish and disorganized where I oscillate between anxious and depressed, worried and obsessive.
As I write this I’m starting to see the sun behind the clouds and feeling some clarity that perhaps I have to stick it out longer. Perhaps he doesn’t have to be perfect in order for me to find healing, but a part of me wishes he was a little bit more persistent and sold the hope a little more and was more accurate with his responses to things I say.
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2023.06.07 20:47 _Violethue_ *meanwhile also doesn’t practice self-care*

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2023.06.07 20:47 IntegralGuideAuthor 🪡 2023-06-07.We Update

You can see the on-site version of this update (complete with cat pic) here.


Hello friends!
This update impacts about 350 notes. It comes with a handful of new notes, a few meaningful changes, and oodles of small refinements that lay a foundation for a larger update I'm slowly working on. Level 1 of Aletheia is finally complete, and I've been given permission to incorporate many tools and frameworks into the Guide. I'm also going to be moving several states away in roughly a month while integrating Level 1, keeping up with Level 2, writing and editing, practicing with fellow coaches, working with clients, chipping away at other plans and projects, and a few other things I can't remember off the top of my head. ❤️ Donating really does make a world of difference as I'm currently navigating several major life-changes at once and am spread pretty thin as most of my work is free.

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Re-Languaging Part Work (Again)
"Self" has been renamed 💡 Presence ☀️, but you may still see "Self" in certain contexts which will still lead to the same note. Just like the last update, this change was implemented in order to move away from IFS's proprietary language in favor of something more widely used because it makes integrating other modalities easier.


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2023.06.07 20:47 Haasithaa Night life in vizag?

Any places that are open after 12? It's okay even if it's any small shop which sells lays chips 😭. I wanna get something but no place is open near me. So if u guys can say a place I'll go with my scooty. Nearby places to me is dwarakanagar.
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2023.06.07 20:47 Milters711 Experience with Rad Runner Plus? (Or general Rad quality)

I’ve been riding road bikes for several years, have a nice Cannondale, but will be moving at the end of the summer and want to get a good commuter bike to sustain healthy transit after I move further.
I’ve been doing my reading, and have frankly grown slightly skeptical of everything due to the number of cheap ebikes out there.
My commute will be ~5 miles each way with significant climbs both ways (approx 15% slope, sustained for 0.5 miles, at the steepest).
Does anyone have opinions/experience with RadRunner Plus? I don’t expect the single-speed RadRunners to have enough to power, but I’d assume the gearing on the Plus would make it comfortable.
Anyone with any strong opinions on the RadRunner or general Rad lineup build quality?
I tend to do my own maintenance on my mechanical bikes, so the idea of regular electrical issues sounds bad to me.
Any comments appreciated.
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2023.06.07 20:47 Stabby_Feminist Sincerely Curious How Many Craft Beer Folks are on Here...

I never even really drank at all until the whole craft beer scene came around in my late 20s. In my city (Indianapolis) at the time, we had an awesome beer scene with lots of cool people, cool spaces in old buildings that used to be abandoned, and it just felt... I don't know... so.... hip. We'd get growlers of beer, ride our bikes around, explore abandoned buildings, bar hop all night on our bikes, and generally just howl at the moon in a way that I had never experienced before. I wish I could look back on it with anything but fondness, but frankly, I can't. It was probably the coolest I ever was in my life.
We often talk about playing the tape forward on here. And in this sense, I wish I could have played the tape waaaay forward to see what effect alcohol would have on my life. Now, I never came to sobriety from a place of a huge problem, but there were definitely areas of my life that were not what they could be because of alcohol. And in your 40s, that shit just isn't as cool. Another post mentioned paying $23.99 for a four pack of IPA... I was totally that guy. Just fucking take my money, you hipster tap room manager with the giant discs in your ears! Roll your eyes, treat me like shit, but this shit makes me cool, dammit!
I can really almost chart a graph of my drinking habits and the rise and decline of craft beer. Many of the breweries are closing up shop and I've decided that I'm done with drinking... done with hangovers... done with hooking up with tap room flies (although fuck... that part I do kinda miss NGL)... done with throwing away huge sums of money on the next chocolate lavender infused bourbon barrel aged gin blossom stout organically grown with fair trade ingredients from hops that are blessed my monks.
But all the snark and silliness aside... I've often talked on here about my own issues with self esteem, and those years riding fixed gear bikes around the city and knowing all the tap rooms really well made me feel cool AF. And, frankly, giving that up has made me feel like I'm confronting my own feelings about myself now that I don't have a cool urban-living craft beer guy persona to cling onto, which is why I feel like this whole sobriety thing is brave AF. There's no more persona to cling to... no more external validation from how you think people see you... just you and your own thoughts and actions about yourself... laid bare with only your sober mind to process them all... learning to love and respect yourself for who you really are... not some image that you think you project.
Really, I'm just throwing this out there if anyone identifies with it... It seems like there are a lot of us who got really into alcohol only with the craft beer wave of the late 2000s.
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2023.06.07 20:47 bengorilla Copying the PO12 Rythm on the PO32 Tonic using uTonic?

Just got the PO12, cheap, and late to the party. It's the only one I didn't have, and I really love it, more than I expected! It's super-flexible, and some of the sounds have a really wide and interesting range of sound variation with one knob turn. The downside is that - unlike with later PO's - you can't backup patterns.
One thing: I suspect you could make a copy of it in PO32 using uTonic, so I thought I would ask: has anyone done this? I lack uTonic and (forgive me) the patience for this work....
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2023.06.07 20:45 aswanson420 So this happened -_-

10/10 for avoiding the guards….. Cayo you nearly caught me but not this time old friend.
See you soon Rubio -_-
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2023.06.07 20:45 JoIrish Alarm service provider - 100% price increase

My HKC alarm system was installed 5 years ago and I have a rolling annual contract with the same company for me to self monitor and control my alarm remotely. This has been €120 per year, which [I take it] covers the sim card cellular service. This year they're asking for €240.
Can I:
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2023.06.07 20:45 Chazmeister9818 I have to meet my ex's new partner after we recently broke up and it's sent me in a downward spiral

Good evening beautiful people.
So as the title suggests, I have to meet my ex's new partner.
So a bit of background, I (M) dated my ex (F) for quite a long time. She was my everything and my first time for everything, so I naturally am very attached to her. It's worth noting that I began to suffer mental health issues before we broke up. I'd wake up and not have any motivation, I'd feel worthless and even began to have thoughts of self destructive behaviour. The only thing that would keep me going is seeing her. So in other words, the foundations were already there.
So, onto the juicy stuff I guess. We were planning since before we even started dating that we'd move to Manchester together in order to start over and make better lives. We started dating later and still planned to make it a more permanent move. Very recently she began working at a new job and instantly began to doubt our plans. She suddenly texted me on Friday April 14th after I finished work saying that she wasn't coming with me and that we'd have to break up as a result. This sent me down a very dark path and caused me to consume large amounts of alcohol in an attempt to quell the pain I was feeling. It is worth noting that we agreed to remain friends, I have attempted to remain friends but she has become significantly distant, despite it being her suggestion. I recently found out that she's dating someone else, someone from her work. I feel cheated on, betrayed, that l never meant anything to her and that l was just some fun for her. My mood has changed rapidly recently, I have begun switching rapidly going from happy and energetic to sad and unmotivated every few days, often spending large amounts of time at work or drinking large amounts and other lesser good ideas. In the next couple weeks, our mutual friends her and I are going to go to a fair ground in order to relive our glory days and hang out. One of our friends, Z and her boyfriend, L, are having us stay over so that we can have a few drinks. I found out a couple days ago that my ex is bringing her new boyfriend and wanted him to stay with us. To give credit where credit is due, she messaged to ask if he could come, but I was heavily pressured into saying yes.
I know it's pathetic but it's caused my mental health to spiral out of control, I can't bear the thought of them together, I feel alone and I wish I would disappear.
Sorry for the long rant, and I know there's probably a lot of typos but I don't mind, sorry.
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2023.06.07 20:45 thrownawaz092 I don't THINK I'm an assassin? - Chapter 3 - Stalking the streets

As day turned to dusk, the reality of the situation Mike had found himself in was starting to dawn on him. It was already established he was in monster central, and in another world, and alone, and had no idea what was going on around him, but after the initial need of not getting spotted and probably mauled was satisfied, a whole new slew of problems were arrayed before him. Where would he eat? Drink? Sleep? If he injured himself, where could he get medical supplies? Where was he going? How could he get back home?
Could he get back home?
A stiff wind blew around him and stole the heat from his body, leaving him cold in an encroaching dark. 'How do I know I can even get back?' besides knowing it existed, Mike knew nothing about magic. He was fairly certain that kobold had sent him back the first time, but by the looks of it they had also summoned him in the first place. Something else pulled him in the second time, so there was a very real chance that he wouldn't be able to do anything. 'and of course, that all comes before the fact I have no idea how to find the little lizard.' Mike ducked into an alley to avoid some kind of flying fish as he considered his situation. Hopeless as it was, finding a needle in a haystack was the only option to present itself, so he reluctantly chose his only option.
Things hit an all time low as Michael sat under a bridge that would serve as his shelter for the night. Sure, there were plenty of haunted houses to choose from, but they all ran the risk of him being found by the monsters that lived in monster city. The bridge was a solid piece of work, being composed mostly of concrete and some kind of wood, and it passed over a wide river that was pretty turbulent for its size. Mike was suprised by the lack of metal, but it seemed to be holding up well enough so he let it go.
Slinging off his backpack, Michael decided to occupy himself by taking stock of his inventory and situation. Laying everything out, he had:
The gym clothes he was wearing, just a tee shirt and shorts. They were sweaty, dirty and didn't cover much
His regular clothes, thick jeans, another tee shirt and an over shirt
His phone, which had no service and 67% battery life. 'yeah, let's turn on airplane mode and the battery saver.' it wouldn't last long, but the calculator, flashlight, stopwatch, notepad and compass tools could all be useful.
Earphones, 'ha! I downloaded all my songs and can listen to them forever if I find a charger! Suck on that Spotify elitists!'
Shoes, nothing special about them
A bag of chocolates that monsters think they're too good for
An almost empty water bottle. 'pro tip, if you're lost in the desert, conserve sweat, not water.' Remembering that bit of survival trivia, he downed the last few gulps.
His pocket knife, score! The salesman had told him this thing could withstand his own weight on the blade, and Mike had really put it through its paces to confirm that claim. It was also a swiss army knife and had several tools in it, even a firestarter! That alone tripled his chances out here.
His wallet, full of useless bills, coins and cards
A gym membership, also useless
Ankle and wrist weights, with detachable pieces of metal to change the weight. 'Should I keep these on or off?' On one hand, he would like to be as physically capable as possible for whatever was coming, and the constant work out would only help with that, but on the other, they would slow him down and tire him out. Not good without a food source. He took them off for now.
And a gym bag, which is always good to have.
The first thing Mike did was change back onto his normal clothes. They would keep him a little warmer and weren't so smelly, which would be good for werewolves that might sniff him out. Walking down to the river, it seemed clear, so he filled his bottle - he could always not drink it later - and began washing the gym clothes.
As he scrubbed his mind moved onto the situation he was in. Another world, monsters, magic and local superpowers are all established. Judging by the state of things, that being the ruins and monsters, this was probably once a thriving nation that had since been overrun and was now populated with the monsters that did so. The biggest concern that came out of that was that this clearly hadn't been a medieval society. True, just about everything was alien to him but he could recognize a TV screen or a car, this place was just as if not more advanced than earth, and they still got wiped out by monsters.
As Mike started wringing out his shorts, his introspection was interrupted when he heard voices overhead. He immediately stopped and turned his head up. It was getting dark by now and whatever was above him had a light, he couldn't understand what the two, no three voices were saying, but he didn't like the tone or the fact that the light source seemed to be getting closer to the side of the bridge. He tensed, and slowly put his sopping clothes into his bag as quietly as he could.
With a loud grunt, whoever has the light jumped over the edge of the bridge, still out of view behind a support but that was as close as he was willing to get. Mike took off as fast as he could in the opposite direction of the ravine the bridge crossed. The ones still on the bridge pulled out another light and called out to the one on the ground, who growled a response back. 'crap, crap, crap!' rang through Mike's head as he put on more speed, the sounds of pursuit not far behind. Between the weights and wet clothes, Michael was worried he might have to ditch his bag again, but it wasn't weighing him down nearly as much as the thought it should. 'just wish adrenaline would come this easy at the gym!' he was making good speed all things considered and was glad to hear his pursuer falling behind.
His hopes of escape were shattered however as one of them proved able to fly, because he heard a screech overhead and saw a silhouette giving away his position! Come on, that's not fair! He had to lose the little cheater and soon, otherwise the others could just run him down at their leisure! Mike turned, slipping on the grassy turf as he aimed to go back in the city. If the universe would just throw him a bone for once, there wouldn't be many other monsters, and he could shake these jerks.
He ducked into an alley, left onto a street before swinging behind some buildings again. Looking up he could still see that cheeky little spy plane was still on him, and from the sounds of the voices, the ones on foot were taking a direct route instead of weaving around, they were closing in. Thanking the universe for actually not putting other monsters in his way, Mike ducked into another alley and saw what he was looking for; a dumpster (he assumed) right under an open window. The only issue was the chain link fence between him and it. 'Really though, who sets up a fence right in an alley like this?' another call from above reminded him of his situation. 'right, deal with it now, ponder neighbors who probably hated each other later.' despite his dismay at the obstacle, he practically leapt over the fence, which was at least 6 feet tall. Adrenaline was one hell of a drug, but there was no way he could do that!
He mentally stored that away as well as he hopped on the dumpster and into the window, waited a couple seconds and hopped back out. He couldn't see the spy anymore which meant they couldn't see him either. He just managed to crawl down a basement window of a building on the other side of the alley before his pursuers burst into the alley as well.
Watching through the window, Michael finally got a good look at the one on foot. That was a big guy, like 8 feet tall and built like a truck kind of big. He was the one with the light in his hand, a glowing ball that floated in his palm, and it cast a rather terrifying shadow over his crocodilian face. He was a crocodile man, no other way about it. Thick tail, heavy green scales that are more yellow on the underside, whatever you're imagining is probably right. The teeth didn't look too sharp but they made up for that in size and number. Besides, if he was anything like earth crocs he had enough bite force to make gums probably work.
Mike was thanking his lucky stars he hadn't been caught when suddenly a second head popped out from behind the first, and he realized the croc had a bucket strapped to his back with something poking out of it. After a bit of chatter, a second creature slithered out of the bucket and onto the ground. It was... Strange to say the least.
The creature stood at four feet tall, and was clearly an aquatic being, being covered in fins from head to toe to tail, along with burgundy scales so small he might've mistaken them for skin. Looking at its head it was decidedly a moray, with a mouth full of sharp teeth and an eels... Tail? Body? Let's say tail, coming out of the back of its head. Or would it be a humanoid body coming out of the moray's neck? 'This thing is weird to look at! Why do you need two bodies!?' Michael mentally screamed at the merfolk. He was just getting a grip on his mental image of it when the merfolk threw a wrench into his poor brains attempt to understand it, by flying. Well ok it wasn't flying flying, but with a little hop and spreading its wing-like fins it was able to glide along while hardly touching the ground. 'well this just keeps getting less and less fair.'
A call from above, undoubtedly from their flier, probably told Mr. Crocodile that Mike was in the building that he double backed out of, because his made some growling sounds of their own before he and the merfolk entered in through the window. Mike released a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding and took a look around the room he was in. It was dark in here, with only a bit of light coming from the twilight of a single window, but he could see place was almost empty, with little more than the occasional rug or bit of furniture that had been strewn about and a bit of debris by the stairs.
Seeing his way out, he ran to the stairs before noticing that there was more debris in the way than he saw in the dark. Turning on the flashlight on his phone, his hopes were dashed as he saw that the upper floor had caved in, blocking his access out. He hadn't seen the flier come down to enter the other building, so they were most likely keeping overwatch in case he tried to give them the slip, which he already kinda had, but he needed to make the same trick to work twice, and that always goes well.
Peeking out the window, Mike caught sight of what he assumed to be the flier making rounds overhead. There were only a few seconds on the far side that line of sight was broken, not enough time to run, but there were other hiding spots. Taking a chance, Mike crawled back out of the window as soon as the flier was out of sight and hopped into the confirmed dumpster. It was around now that he realized he didn't exactly have a plan, and his situation wasn't exactly improved either. 'I'm just making sure that I'm not cornered in case they find me. Yeah that's it!' now he had a plan, and his situation had improved too! Sort of, stop asking questions. A few seconds later he was out and under a shutter, and on the next loop he was out of the alley.
Turns out, it's not that easy. Mike had thought he was safe, after rounding a corner he ran until he was sure he'd lost them, only to hear more footsteps from behind. The flier must have seen him and Mr Croc was in pursuit again, at least Mike had enough of a lead he couldn't see them yet. Testing a theory, Mike found a balcony and jumped for it. Yep! Lower gravity was confirmed as he made it nearly two meters off the ground! He also undershot it and smacked his head on the underside of the balcony, eliciting a (hopefully) dignified shriek, ruining the momentous occasion. Still, he was able to hit the ground running and made for another escape.
It had not taken long for a pattern to establish, Mike would hide and lose pursuit only to be spotted by the flier as soon as he got any distance. His best bet was, somehow, to stay close, under the radar so to speak and lead them away. He wasn't sure how they always knew what direction he was in, considering how well he kept out of sight, until he saw Mr. Croc kneel down and sniff a footprint. Ahh, they were tracking him.
That might actually be a blessing in disguise, because they were moving from an abandoned looking residential area to an industrial complex that was more populated, seeing a bit of foot traffic and lights in windows. He just might be able to lose them in there. Mike had a bit of a laugh at the fact that monsters were living on a jobsite when there were some perfectly fine - ok dilapidated, but so is everything else - houses a few streets over. He snapped his attention back to the situation at hand, he was still being chased after all, and now he planned on escaping by walking through Monster City night life. 'how did I let this become my best option?' there was nothing for it though, he just had to hope he could still keep out of sight.
After a couple close calls where Mike had turned a corner only to see a wall or monsters that somehow hadn't noticed him, he got enough of a lead that he could try hiding. Finding a road with hundreds of footprints up and down it, he backtracked a few meters before diving behind a couple pipes that were sticking out of a building.
Mr. Croc showed up not long after with the eel in tow, and signed the flier to come down. He could finally see that dirty little spy plane! It was a... Moth! 3 feet tall with big black eyes, droopy antennae and some soft looking fluff on its head and body, Mike would have thought it adorable if it hadn't been snitching on him!
Being unfamiliar with monsterese, Mike had no idea what was being said, but the body language made it clear they were arguing. It actually looked like a parent scolding their children, with Mr. Croc being 8 feet tall while the others were in the 3-4 foot range. That didn't stop fire being flung both ways as the small pair clearly gave the kind of back talk that would have gotten the taste slapped out of Michael's mouth if he tried it on his dad. With someone saying something the conversation suddenly came to an end with Mr. Croc spitting on the ground and turning away. He fiddled with a latch on his chest and the bucket on his back came loose, hitting the eel on the head and soaking it, undoubtedly on purpose. With a few snide remarks the three went their ways, leaving Mike gracefully alone.
...In the middle of monster city.
Why did the universe insist on not improving the situation? 'Ok that wasn't fair universe, you're trying very hard, and I appreciate you getting me out of that.'
Karmatic retribution for his insolent thoughts hopefully averted, Mike got moving again.
Much to his own chagrin and with a hint of irony, Mike found himself tailing Mr Croc. Looking back it was ridiculous that nobody had noticed him running through the streets but he was found squatting under a bridge. Mr. Croc clearly had a reputation of some kind, because people seemed to avoid him like the plague. When Mike tried to backtrack he found himself relatively surrounded by monsters compared to the empty streets he was chased through, and he ended up finding sanctuary in the invisible bubble of Mr. Croc's presence, causing no end of irritation on Mike's end.
After nearly an hour of following, Michael's blood was boiling. Maybe because it was due to the lack of sleep, maybe it was due to being chased for hours for no reason, maybe it was due to being forced to hang around his least favourite semi-aquatic reptile. Or maybe it was because he was witnessing a mugging.
While sneaking along behind his quary, Mike did his best to hang back aways and keep an eye out for an escape route. They were still in the industrial complex, but must have been leaving the populated area, judging by the fact that fewer and fewer monsters were coming out after the crocodile had passed. Michael was just about ready to finally get away from him when he spotted someone walking in their direction, clearly having missed the memo to stay away.
The Croc was on them in a flash and the old bird -that's not an insult, she had feathers and a beak- tried to run but didn't get more than a couple steps away before the Croc had gotten a hold of her. Michael watched from the shadows as the bird lady was shaken, growled at and nearly had her head taken off by the snapping maw of an Egyptian god who had a chip on his shoulder. She was panicked, trying to run and begging, but the actual monster had her arm in a firm grip, and with his other hand he grabbed a pouch of some kind of the lady before shoving her onto the ground and walking away like nothing happened.
Michael was fuming. All that just to snatch a purse!? This thug who had chased him all throughout town, acted like he owned the place, who could probably rip Mike in half, did all that over a freaking handbag! His anger froze cold as the victim slowly picked herself up. Now that she wasn't being actively assaulted he could see she really was an old bird, with patches of feathers, wrinkles, generally frail looking, he was looking at someone's grandmother! And that crocodile... No, he would not get away with this!
Michael's anger had been subdued by the realization of what he was doing, now tailing the 8-foot lizard man a lot closer than before and armed with a pocket knife, one that felt a lot smaller in his hand as he realized what he was doing, he wasn't sure how to actually do this. The bastard deserved what was coming, but after cooling off Mike knew rushing in was a bad idea. Luckily this industrial complex, or whatever it was, was packed with rails, pipes, and other things so tightly there was practically a second road overhead. Mike's plan, if you could call it that, was to jump down onto the guy and take him out before he even knew what was happening.
Michael barely made a sound as he went up and over, stopping only when his target looked around. It seemed he could tell something was off, but wasn't ready to act on the feeling just yet, which wasn't the kind of opportunity that Mike was one to waste. He dropped, silent as a shadow.
The crocodile may have been 8 feet tall, built like a brick and was in a lower gravity setting, but the simple fact was that he wasn't ready for someone to suddenly land on his neck. He went down like a sack of potatoes with Mike clinging on, the tumble having left him momentarily disoriented. Still, he quickly righted himself, this needed to end fast, or it would turn into an actual fight where he would have the disadvantage. Wrapped around the monster's head Michael brought the knife to its neck and... Hesitated. Mike had been in fights before, but those were scuffles in the school yard, now he was about to kill. He knew his opponent deserved nothing less, but that seemed to fade in the face of taking a life. It was enough to take the fire out of him.
And so, instead of pushing the blade into his windpipe he only pressed it to the Crocs neck instead. "Alright listen up you big bastard," but the big bastard did not listen up, a fact made clear when a large hand grabbed and threw him off. Mike rolled as he landed and quickly got his feet back under him, knife luckily still in hand. The croc slowly stood up, cracking his neck as he did so before speaking. "Ev'uoy tsuj edam ym yad." It said with a toothy grin. Mike just glared from his crouched position. 'different language, nice to know I wasted my time!' kind of obvious in retrospect, but there's nothing for it now. Mike kept low to the ground, with a two foot difference in height he wouldn't even try to match his opponent in strength or reach, so he opted to keep low.
The Croc tensed for a moment before lunging at Mike, maw open and ready to swallow him whole. Mike lunged himself, keeping low to the ground and barely ducked under the attack and swiped at the exposed neck. He didn't expect to land the hit, but his opponent was taken off guard by his offence and didn't quite pull back fast enough, taking a superficial cut below the chin. Shock flashed in the croc's eyes and he lept back, lashing out with claws to keep Mike at bay. Unfortunately for him, Michael knew that playing fair was for suckers, and that you kick opponents when they're down, so he didn't let up. He was moving forward before the Croc had even landed, stayed below the counter and was in his guard again.
This time he didn't hesitate, and plunged his knife in the croc's side eliciting a shocked gasp from the titan and, keeping his momentum, moved just beside his opponent's shoulder before jumping just a little higher than intended and striking again. Still reeling from the first stab, the croc had only managed to make eye contact as Michael's knife sought his throat again, and this time did not stop. Michael landed on his feet as the croc sunk to his knees, blood leaking freely from his neck as he tried to stop the bleeding with his bare hands but it was already done. The crocodile was dead before he hit the ground, and Michael breathed a sigh of relief.
That purse wasn't the only property Mr. Croc had appropriated, as Michael found plenty of interesting things on his person. His things now, as he had no way of returning them. Despite the haul, his mind was elsewhere as he walked.
That guy did not know how to fight, probably used to just intimidating people around him. When an actual fight came he was honestly kinda sluggish, and didn't even think to use magic or the shiv that was in his pocket. Even so, that was a dumb thing to do. What was he thinking, attacking someone like that? What if he had known what he was doing!? Mike could not afford these kinds of mistakes in a survival situation, even if he did get lucky, even if he somehow got out unscathed! You just don't rely on that happening, and Michael resolved to remember that in the future.
Finding a good spot, he set the purse down in the middle of a road and retreated to a hiding place. Soon enough the bird lady passed by even slower than before, the only reason Mike got ahead of her was because she was slowly limping along. Seeing that made his hatred flare up again, but his anger faded away as with a shocked look, the bird lady found the purse, looked inside and sagged with visible relief before looking around suspiciously and continuing with just a bit more pep in her step. 'Well,' Mike thought, 'maybe that wasn't such a dumb move after all.'
____________________________________________________Author's note
Alright part 3 is out! Hope y'all enjoy.
In case anyone had missed it, large portions of Reddit will be going dark in protest of the removal of third party software on June 12th. I had originally planned to join the protest, but then I read the HFY 's official take on the matter (remaining neutral to act as an escape from stressful situations like this) and decided that's worthwhile. As such I will continue posting but otherwise will be off of Reddit in protest.
The first shall be previous and the next shall be in a week or so.
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2023.06.07 20:44 Ok-Maintenance-7665 Things Autistics Get in Trouble for That My Trauma Based Therapist Says are Not Offensive

So I was recently diagnosed late with level 1. I am well into adulthood afab. I’ve been seeing a trauma and body centered therapist for years now, and he has helped me with a lot, but he is not qualified to diagnose autism. So I was diagnosed with autism by a qualified psychiatrist who also said I have CPTSD, though maybe not as severely in the present and maybe don’t meet the criteria for it anymore because I’ve worked through a lot of my trauma.
My trauma therapist is always saying how so many of my autism symptoms can also be due to trauma. He seems unconvinced I am autistic. He initially said he didn’t think I was autistic because I understood what an eye roll means 🙄 I actually got really mad at him today and told him how I feel he’d been dismissive like so many others when he obviously really doesn’t know a lot about low support needs autism. Anyhow, I’m questioning whether I should keep seeing him, but that’s another story.
Today I told him about how I recently learned how a lot of autistics get into trouble when they talk about things they are good or skilled at without also saying something self deprecating, and/or pointing out a strength in their listener. Not being arrogant at all, but being labeled as such by just failing to have the emotional intelligence to manage other’s feelings in these kinds of interactions. Secondly I mentioned how I read how we tend to not understand indirect language. Like if someone wants us to do something, but to be “polite” Instead of just saying “hey can you do x for me?” They will say “do you want to do x?” And we’ll get in trouble if we just honestly don’t want to do that thing and say so because we don’t pick up on their sub text. I know I’ve gotten in trouble for both these things many times in life. But trauma therapist said they don’t seem offensive to him. So why have so many been offended? He made it seem like the 90% of people I’ve contacted in life are unreasonably insecure and I tend to agree but i have seen other people say the same type of things and nobody hates and villainizes them. I feel it’s because people notice my talents before I ever say anything about them, so they already feel insecure around me. So anything I say or do such as the above examples coming from a less “intimidating” person would not bother them, but coming from me they interpret it as proof I am a horrible jerk in order to protect their ego.
Tl;Dr: I read about some social faux pas autists often do (like talking about our strengths or skills and not understanding indirect questions or requests) and that I have gotten in trouble for numerous times or had weird awkward results from, and shared them with my trauma therapist who is not well versed in low support needs autism. He said he doesnt find them offensive at all and blames other’s insecurities. I agree about others insecurities, but why do we get crucified by nts 90% of the time for this stuff when nts don’t?
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2023.06.07 20:44 Auk-Inula First Build - Will this do?

Hello PcBuild Redditors,
I am on the verge of purchasing the pieces listed below for my first build after having done some "extensive" research. Now I could wing it and hope that my "research" comes in clutch and serves me well however I rather get the seal of approval from some of you here before being so hasty.
I am upgrading from an old second hand office desktop that had a GTX 1050 2gb smacked into it with an old i5. I am someone who uses technology til its dying breath and while this old PC of mine hasn't collapsed just yet - it is coughing up big time and is incapable of running modern triple A titles that I desperately would like to play e.g. Hogwarts Legacy and more. This build is meant to be a new foundation for me to enjoy at Med to High GFX settings for the coming few years and give me the experience and confidence to tinkeupgrade the GPU and CPU when the time comes for replacement. I am not desiring anything too fancy or pricey, my goal is to play modern triple A titles at Med or Higher GFX these coming few years but nothing below that for I have suffered with that long enough.
Any tips/advice on specific manufacturers for my chosen components would be greatly appreciated e.g. GPU, Mobo, RAM...etc brands
Thank you in advance for your time and advice!
GPU - RTX 3060 Ti
CPU - Ryzen 5 5600
Mobo - B550
Memory - DDR4 3200mhz 2x8GB (16GB)
Boot drive/OS storage - NVME 500G/1TB (hesitant on the size, is a boot storage worth it and is there a specific NVME type I should be using for it?)
Storage - NVME 1TB (games and other)
Desktop Case - Corsair 4000D Airflow
Fans - Two basic 120mm fans that come preinstalled in the 4000D case (I can just upgrade fans at a later date?)
PSU - 750W (is this amount future proofing for my next potential CPU and GPU in the coming years?)
Good evening/day to you all!
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2023.06.07 20:44 Moreskaya "Self-evals" are just an excuse for managers to not do their jobs

My aunt speaks English as a second language, and she sometimes asks me to help her with the writing she has to do for her self-evaluations at work, because she wants to have someone help her with written grammar. I'm looking over the amount of writing she has to do for this evaluation and it's insane. 200-300 words on how she met each of this corporation's arbitrary "cultural qualities" and how she's improved over last year. It's totaling to over 10 pages in a Word document because she has to reflect on last year's responses as well--basically the length of a college term paper, for an average office job in healthcare.
Is this not insane to anyone else? You just wind up repeating the same old stuff over and over again, making yourself sound like an idiot, because these "qualities" are so vague. The prompts make her job sound like it's a cult, and even I, a native English speaker, find it difficult to figure out how exactly to respond to some of them. I feel like I'm studying for the SAT again, only this time with absolutely no expectation of getting anything out of it. It's frustrating because I know my aunt works incredibly hard, and all of this writing is just busy work that makes her feel insecure, and what kind of manager even has time to read all this bullshit anyway? Only a manager who is not doing their job.
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2023.06.07 20:44 jeffccad I have found the efficacious way para itaboy forever ang mga asong gala

Pasensiya na sa mga dog lovers. Pero kung may problema din kayo sa mga asong gala na nagkakalat ng baho at basura, ito ang para sa inyo. Ingles ito kasi ipo-post ko din sana sa Dogfree kaso low karma pa ako. Ayun.
TL;DR: I'm an old man, living in somewhere in Asia, and I invested in an airsoft sniper riple to deter many stray dogs in my neighborhood. I learned that they do fear me now, they know me very well. They wouldn't dare to walk near my house and in my street. I learned that they spread news too to the other dogs.
I live somewhere in Asia where dogs can be treated as delicacy (legally). In my country, it is somewhat illegal but there are people who eat them. I don't. I do not even eat goat meat nor rabbit.I live in a province where stray dogs are literally everywhere.You don't even know who owns any of them.You can't control them because even the police and the government do not even care.They pee everywhere, contributing to the noise pollution, and worst, they spread their disgusting feces on roads. You're unlucky if they mark your garage as their poo territory.My neighborhood is small but again, dogs are everywhere, especially at night.
My street used to have dogs excrements every single day. Until I snapped, and thought there could be something I could do here to make them fear me or my street.I bought an Airsoft Sniper Rifle. The one with laser so I could hit them accurately. My neighbors, when they learned about it, were thankful to me, as if I am their hero. It's funny.I have a two-story house and I sit and drink beer every night trying to chill. Sometimes I do check my street in the morning. And as soon as I spot a dog, I would turn off the safety, point my airsoft rifle to that damn dog, and pull that sweet trigger. It feels good every time I hit them.
After a month (I have been doing this for 2 years), I learned that they fear me. Whenever they see me, they run for their lives. No kidding. Believe it or not, they know me. Even if when I'm at work, they wouldn't still dare to go to my street. Now, you might ask, if they fear me, why do I still hit them? Well, I do not know how to phrase this properly in English but some times there are "new" dogs in the neighborhood, like a visiting stray dogs probably from the other streets. And some times those old dogs who fear me would still cross the road near my street/house, near enough for my airsoft to target them.You know what I also learned from this? It's as if they spread the news that there's an asshole old guy in that street that shoots dogs. It's as if they warn other dogs.
There's this 1 particular pack of stray dogs, and whenever I cross their street, they would look at me with terror in their eyes. And you might ask, why they don't run? Well, that's their territory. I apologize if this is too long.
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2023.06.07 20:44 ObedientBlossom Not sure my LTR is enough?

Hello, I have written a couple other posts that have given more background. The short story is my husband(36m) and I (34f) have been together since high school. I only this year told him that for many years I have been suppressing my kink side and to his credit he has tried. We have had some amazing roleplay and impact scenes that I have throughly enjoyed and according to what he says, he also enjoys.
The problem is BDSM is a NEED for me, but it is not for him. Therefore hasn’t been made a priority in our relationship. So when life gets busy it is my needs that get ignored. He happily makes sure his vanilla sexual needs are fulfilled. Lately it leaves me feeling used, sad and ignored because my wants and needs aren’t incorporated.
I asked if we could please do some sort of “D/s check-in” (no idea what to call it) because we are going so long between scenes or any type of BDSM and it is making me anxious. Where we could “check-in” a couple times a week. During that time I can be my submissive self and even if he has to just ”roleplay” dominance as he does in our scenes I am ok with that. He asked if I wanted the “check-ins” to be sexual and honestly I don’t. He told me that he doesn’t know how to do dominance with a sexual encounter. Which made me realize I am simply asking too much from him. We aren’t on the same page and I can’t make him be someone he is not. It isn’t fair to make him try.
How do I be me though? It also isn’t fair for me to not be me? Not being me has already cause me enough anxiety. We are monogamous and he has made it VERY clear that is all he wants.
Yes yes…couple counseling. However it is not affordable at the moment or else I would love to go.
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2023.06.07 20:44 GaiaGoddess26 Lana Del Rey albums- Inconsistent quality

I am a massive Lana Del Rey fan, so I'll just start off by saying that. BUT...
I don't know what happened to destroy the quality of her albums, but it's like a complete rollercoaster to me. She started off with 6...I repeat 6 NEARLY PERFECT MASTERPIECES, and then the 7th album was a complete turd! I know, my opinion...which is why I'm posting this to see if anyone else agrees. So I didn't even give her last couple of albums a chance because that one was so horrible (the Chemtrails one.)
Then last night I decided to start giving her next 2 albums a try to see if she still sucked or if some miracle happened and she became amazing again. It was somewhere in between. Blue Bannisters, to me, is mostly a dud but it does have 4 songs on it that I liked enough to download, one of those so addicting that I listened to it 20 times last night and could hardly tear myself away to go to bed.
Tonight I plan to listen to her newest one that came out this year. I'm skeptical but have a glimmer of hope. I can't be worse than Chemtrails (could it?), it won't be as good as the first 6 albums, and I'm hoping it is better than Blue Bannisters.
If you are a fan of her, what is your opinion on the quality of her albums?
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2023.06.07 20:44 hxney333 used a family member’s sex toy

ugh so idk how to start this. i’m 17 and a few months ago i was looking through my aunt’s draws and found one of her vibrators whilst i was staying at her house. we r super close and she’s only 24. i went to the bathroom and tried it and cleaned it and put it back after like 20 seconds of using it.
i have ocd, so i’m really stressed abt it. i was staying at hers for a week and just got horny and stopped before i could even get anywhere near finishing. i didn’t feel ashamed until recently. i just feel super dirty now and like she’d disown me if she ever found out.
just wanted to confess. seen many posts similar to this on this and other subs about teenage girls using their mom’s toys etc. so ik it’s not “normal”, but idfk. just wanted to confess on here, should i tell my mom or someone?
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2023.06.07 20:44 jay2287 Question about ainsi

Hi all, I have a question based on a translation I saw for: 'if that is what you want to call it' = 'si c'est ainsi que vous voulez l'appeler'
what confused me was the 'c'est ainsi que' as opposed to using 'si c'est que vous voulez l'appeler'
I thought that 'si c'est que' = 'if that's what'? or would it not work with the translation of 'c'est que' = it is that?
is 'ainsi' in this case a magnifier here? Is that how it works?
I looked up 'c'est ainsi que' and it translates to 'this is how' I was thinking that translation of 'this is how' would be 'c'est comment' or 'c'est comme' ca what is the difference between 'c'est que' and 'c'est ainsi que'?
I looked up the translation of 'ainsi' by it self as it comes out as 'as well as', 'thus', 'therefore, together' and I see one translation that says 'this way'. Is this why we use 'c'est ainsi que' to mean a specific way of doing something?
I also realized 'ainsi', can mean 'then' what is the difference between 'ainsi' and puis to mean 'then'
Maybe its something I am not getting when using ainsi.
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