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Hi! I have a 3 year old Thai Ridgeback who is an amazing dog! However, she is possessive over high value things such as bones and food when other dogs are around so we have stayed away from these high value things and made sure when it’s time to eat she has her space to do so alone. She has a high prey drive and is always chasing after squirrels, bunnies, and rabbits. In the past, she has killed baby bunnies and rabbits but has never eaten them (or at least that I know of) until three days ago where she ate a bunny in our backyard. After it happened, I hosed down the area hoping to remove any scent that was left over? (Idk if that really did anything) but I did this because she kept circling the area. Since then, she has been snapping and tried to bite my dad when he was close to the area where she ate the bunny. Does anyone know what’s happening and have any suggestions for me to help her stop from snapping/biting when people are in the area?

I (enby 23) had a friendship that ended suddenly over the fact that she (F 25) was cheating on her now ex boyfriend and I didn’t want anything to do with it.
She confided to me on this sort of randomly while I was driving I didn’t know how to react so I played it cool. Eventually, after processing, I sent her a message that I felt was still graceful and compassionate while also setting boundaries that this was not something I agreed with and needed distance while she made and acted on several choices I didn’t want any part of. She blew up at me and sent me a slew of hurtful messages. I didn’t respond to them and eventually I received an apology message to which I replied but her responses showed me that she wasn’t seeking accountability and hasn’t changed much, so decided to remain silent.
She’s been on my mind recently, and I do miss her as a friend. It’s hard going from talking and seeing someone often to never seeing them so suddenly. And I feel guilty for abandoning her in a rough patch. We were friends for a couple years and while we had ups and downs, none were this bad.
Should I try to reach out or just keep allowing the connection to fade? If I should reach out, what do I even say?
TLDR: I used to be friends with someone who confided in me that she was cheating on her bf at the time, this doesn’t align with my principles so I tried to set boundaries and now we do not talk.
Edit: I just want to add that my partner believes I shouldn’t try to reconnect, but is supportive either way.
Any helpful advice is appreciated, thank you!

10/10 for avoiding the guards….. Cayo you nearly caught me but not this time old friend.
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I don’t want to give a ton of details because I don’t want anything to be too identifiable. I’m female, live in Florida, and had a freak accident. I was working, driving a company truck through a park, as part of my job. The window was open. A riding lawn mower launched a piece of wooden debris about two inches long through my open window and struck me in the forehead. I work for the county, the mower was operated by the city.
I went to the urgent care my work uses, received a tetanus shot and three stitches. I now have a visible pink raised scar on my forehead. City has assumed liability in the case. I have sent them my medical documents, a letter from the plastic surgeon the county sent me to for a consultation (saying the appearance could not be improved and giving me a 2% impairment rating due to continued tenderness and sensitivity to makeup, soap, etc), and even threw in a note from my therapist lmao.
City is offering me $1000 to close the matter. I have no idea if this is an appropriate amount and have had no luck trying to consult with a lawyer. I don’t want to hire a lawyer and end up with less money. I literally just want to know if the amount seems right, or if there’s a significant enough probable difference to merit getting a lawyer.
Tldr - I have a visible facial scar, liable party is offering $1000 to close the case and I don’t know if that’s an adequate amount.

Howdy y’all, I’ve noticed that I’ve been getting less gas mileage on my Prius, I know that driving habits affect how long the tank stays full but I’ve been driving really conservatively, I have an 08 with almost 220k miles on it. Was just curious if anyone else is experiencing this or is it just me?

my whole life i’ve felt this. i have memories being 7 and vividly understanding my parents love her more than me. sooo many memories and honestly i don’t understand why. i’ve always had so much love for love. i love animals and i try to feed all the cats in my neighborhood whenever i can, i love people and i mean it when i say i’d take a bullet for anyone i love, i love music , i love the sky i love a lot of things. i’m fully aware people don’t have love for me tho. i under got it yk when i’m at home i feel like dying. my mom and sister have these girl talks and my dad and sister get along so well but when i try and talk to them it just dosent feel the same i can tell they just aren’t interested in whatever i want to say to them. which sucks. having a loving mom and dad is something so special. i know they love me but just not like my other siblings. nothings wrong with me atleast i don’t think so. i mean i am aware that i have no love in my life but i pretend that i don’t care but in reality it drives me so so crazy. i want someone to love me and i’d do crazy things for it like u don’t even understand. it just sucks not having someone to talk to, hug, hold me YK it fucken sucks man it hurts. when i’m out with my friends i feel nothing and when i’m at home i feel like dying there’s just no escape. some nights it just gets so much to the point i have thoughts of hurting myself again and just ending it all because how do i even move on there’s nothing i can do to move on. i’m healthy but on the inside it gets so much. then i go downstairs and see my mom and sister and dad laughing ik atleast i have a family and people go through worse but honesrly i really don’t fucking deserve any of this. not even a pinch of it. it’s tiring and no one understands but part of me just has hope. people take advantage of me people view me as nothing but an object and i’m so so sick of it. i have no where to go and nothing else left to do. from eating disorders to issues with my body i’ve had no one NO ONE to just let me know imma be okay. i hate this cruel world

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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.
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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.
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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!
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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.
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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.

Husband has recently had spinal surgery. He can’t do anything he’d normally do and I’m trying very hard to be sure he does nothing to hurt himself. I’ve taken on everything I possibly can and then some (while dealing with a chronic sickness of my own) and do it with all my heart and soul. Here’s the problem…he gets pissy about ridiculous things and lets everyone know it. The temper tantrums enrage me when even the dog runs to hide and I’m left to appease or push back these uncalled for overreactions. Oh, and don’t get me started on his asinine moods when I’m driving! I’m exhausted and want nothing more than to find more patience for this situation. I love my husband completely, but his inner child is an ass😡!

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Main factors important to me: large enough city for dating/meeting people, easy to get back to MKE either flying or driving, reasonable cost-of-living, job opportunities (would like to find a hybrid role in the next 6-18 months - I currently work in manufacturing at a corporate HQ).
Places I’m considering and my concerns:

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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.
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Good evening/day to you all!

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.
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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.
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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.

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?

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?

My family is headed to Duck, NC, in July. There's like 15 people going. We rented a house for the week.
Family vacations are important to me. Life is short and I want to spend it making memories with those who mean the most to me. After brainstorming ideas on what to do this summer, the Outer Banks is what the major decided on.
Problem is, I'm not really a fan of the beach. I love the water, but only for so long. I have hyperactive ADHD and bore very easily. Sitting somewhere for hours on end is not something that's easily doable for me unless I'm hyperfocusing on something. I can hardly make it through movies. I'm not really into fishing either (just too much sitting and waiting for me).
I agreed to go because I know my wife and son were really looking forward to the trip. Wife said we could do something else if I wanted, but like I said, family trips are important to me and this is what the rest of the family wanted to do this year. We usually only go our separate ways if the family splits and doesn't go somewhere together.
With the trip getting closer, my anxiety is kicking up. I worry I'll turn miserable and become agitated. I worry about the weather too. If it rains, then what? The whole trip depends on nice weather. We had 1 yr in Clearwater, FL, where it rained all week, but thankfully there was plenty to do there when the beach wasn't an option.
Is there anything to do in Duck besides go to the beach? Some quick research tells me there's not much besides a couple little shops and restaurants, but I wanted to ask the locals. What do people do down there in bad weather? How far is the nearest big city? If I get THAT bored, is it a long drive up to Virginia Beach? I think there may be a little more entertainment in VB, no?

Hi everyone! My egg retrieval is on Friday, and the fertility clinic is 5 hours away from where my husband and I live. We plan to drive up and stay three nights (night before retrieval, retrieval night, and Saturday night). Do you have any advice for me regarding supplies I should bring with me and dealing with the drive home? My doctor is expecting to retrieve around 17 eggs, if that helps.
Here are the things I plan to bring with me: comfy clothes, a digital scale, saltine crackers, wheat thins, seasoned pretzels, lots of Gatorade, Ginger Ale, beef jerky, salted nuts, panty liners, ice packs, the drugs I’m supposed to take (azithromycin, cabergoline, something else I can’t remember at the moment), Tylenol, and Miralax. What else should I add to this list?
I am nervous about the 5 hour drive home because I am prone to car sickness and nausea, and I will likely be sore. Is Dramamine okay to take? Any tips would be greatly appreciated! 😊

Fort Carson 2015, 4CAB decided to have a run because of new commander “wanting to meet with his soldiers”. So as expected we were forced to show up for a 0530 Company accountability because Battalion wanted accountability by 0600 for a Brigade accountability at 0630 for a run start of 0645.
The uniform at the time was summer PTs shortly before the change over to all black. So I show up wearing my sunglasses as I always do. You see, I suffer from a fairly severe case of photophobia (I am very sunlight sensitive) and I have a wear sunglasses when expected to be more than 15 minutes exposed to direct sunlight. My company obviously knew about it so it wasn’t a big deal, but my BN CSM decided that all profiles (as usual) had to show up anyway. So I do, there i am happily wearing my prescription sunglasses, feeling cool AF protected by a small piece of paper.
So here it is 0615 or so and in the middle of BN accountability when CSM spots me and my shades and comes charging in a way that only CSMs are trained to do. At the same time he is yelling, cussing and asking for my 1SG to come and “have a talk” with me. I was 46 at the time so that display didn’t really scare or fluster me, but I was a bit nervous about catching that young man’s attention (CSM was 37 at the time).
When they reached me it went as you can imagine, CSM losing his shit yelling and asking and yelling and asking without giving me a chance to say anything. So my 1SG explains that I have a profile and I have to wear sunglasses because of my condition, CSM goes ballistic as I hand him the profile and there it is.
5 minutes later I’m driving back home. As you also know, usually at these runs the profiles are put to work as road guards, road closures, etc. But in my case that meant I’d have to do all that in PT uniform with sunglasses. A no-no so CSM sent me home. I still had to wake up early but the feeling of having beat the system was worth it. Small victories right?
And another, also in Fort Carson this time 2016. We had a Battalion run as part of a Six Shooter week or some shit like that. This one was in winter and was cloudy, so no sunglasses needed. So I had to show up with regular glasses. BN CSM knew me by then and didn’t really fugg with me because he knew I knew my shit. So we’re in formation waiting for the damn run to start and they call all profiles to inspect them, and according to CSM unless the profile specifically said “No run”… you’re running.
My profile (and several others) was a “run at own pace and distance” so CSM sent us back to formation and get ready to run. He had a faint smile thinking he’d won a kissing contest. So about 5 minutes later the run starts with the damn slinky, so but the time it was our time to start running, I literally took two strides and promptly jumped out of formation and started walking. Eventually the whole battalion passed me and CSM was way ahead so no issues. I slowly veered towards the sidewalk…and kept veering towards my car, and went home.

I passed the first half of A+ and have already begun studying for A+ core 2. Thanks to the following sources for studying:

1. Professor Messer on YouTube, along with his study guide and practice exams.
2. Jason Dion practice exams on Udemy
3. CompTIA All-In-One Guide by Michael Meyers
4. CompTIA A+ podcast on Spotify by Third Leg Technologies
5. ExamCompass.com
6. CompTIA A+ quizlet app on my Android
7. DeanCyber on YouTube, to go over more test questions and PBQs.

I literally combined every study method to fill in any learning gaps, and I still saw questions on the test that weren't in any of the materials that I studied.
I can't stress enough how important it is to wait until you can write facts about each objective down on paper, without looking at research materials and to be able to explain them to someone else before sitting for the exam. The first half is a brain buster..... Not sure about the second half.
My PBQs were all based on hardware. The first one had me set up two different computers.... A family computer and a gaming computer with a number of given components. Another one had me identify an issue with a computer with a given diagram and given components and their specifications. Another one was configuring a RAID array, using SSDs. Had to build one with a variety of SSD drives, that was both redundant and fast. Another one was identifying two different issues with a laser printer... Legal paper misfeeding, and fuser assembly not working properly. The printer and RAID array questions were both covered on Professor Messers practice exams.
I scored a 702, the passing score was 675.
That said, what can I expect for the A+ core 2? I've been hearing it's a little easier than the first half of the test.... I'm also seeing that the requirement is at least a 700 to pass.

I was in a car accident in TX the other day where I was driving down a throughway and t-boned by a driver who didn't stop at the median. While we are awaiting the crash report, I have spoken with an attorney who wants to take me on. Those we've spoken to make it seem very likely I will be ruled not at fault.
My car was totaled, but my partner is on the title and the attorney doesn't handle property damage. (They do have someone who could assist with getting more money for the car if we have trouble with that aspect.) I have pre-existing back trouble (not caused by an injury) that I've been working with doctors on for the last year. That pain was getting much better through physical therapy and I've been talking to a doctor about getting an injection.
I went to the emergency room after the accident to get checked out and the CT and X-rays were fine, but an MRI has been suggested because of the existing back issues. I did hit my head during the accident and the ER said I had a concussion.
I've had increased back and neck pain and stiffness since the accident and been super tired, but it seems like the pain is starting to lessen quickly. I'm hesitant to proceed with the attorney because I don't want to exaggerate any symptoms I'm experiencing. While the pain I'm experiencing now is new and definitely comes from the accident, it also has overlap with symptoms I had when my back started flaring up last year. The attorney said that would be fine, I'd just need to emphasize the differences, but those differences might be smaller than they are hoping. I can say this injury definitely feels way more muscular and concentrated on my left side. But the fact that I'm feeling it in soft tissue has me thinking it will be fairly easy to resolve. It's only been a few days, though, and it's my understanding that it could change significantly over the next few weeks and potentially get much worse.
It also sounds like I will have to halt my current steps toward fixing my back so as not to confuse the issues for insurance.
I'm trying to weigh all these things and wondering if it's worth the trouble of working with the attorney. I know if things get worse because of the accident I will wish I'd been working with them, but if I recover quickly, will it have been worth the stress, money, and delay to other treatment?

So i (18) pretty much can't stand people touching me most of the time (i like hugs and stuff but not often and with very few select people) and i'm wondering how others here deal with that when you're in relationships. Im currently (and always have been) single but i have trouble with my friends over this. They are both very affectionate and like hugging/snuggling constantly. One of them has even started hugging me when she's drunk because she knows i won't push her away when she's in that state but tbh i still dont like it. When we have sleepovers and stuff they usually sleep together and i separately because i just severely dislike someone touching me like that.
So if i'm already having issues with friends over this i can't even imagine how it would go when i get into a romantic relationship. Even though this isn't something that's gonna happen in the near future i've managed to wind myself up thinking about this. So yeah, if any of you guys have advice/strategies how to deal with this i would greatly appreciate you sharing :))