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Where we can share dog crate training tips!

2016.02.14 15:03 JamaicanMoose Where we can share dog crate training tips!

Crate training your dog can be a very difficult task; one that takes plenty of time and dedication to complete. Here at /DogCrateTraining, we can provide great dog crate training tips to one another!

2013.05.22 06:53 fenring42 Celebrating the hero in every dog

Every dog is a hero. From Service Dogs to the furry mutt at your side; every dog is a hero. Share news stories about heroic and valiant dogs all around the world.

2022.09.17 06:47 quilljockey envigobeagles

Welcome to Envigo Beagles on Reddit! A place for adoptees and fosters of these precious dogs can come together to share photos, updates, advice, and information. In May 2022, the United States filed suit against Envigo RMS, alleging that the company was failing to provide humane care and treatment to the thousands of beagles at the company’s Cumberland facility. Envigo RMS later agreed to surrender the 4000+ beagles to the humane society to distribute for adoption. These are their stories.

2023.06.01 18:28 Financial_Call5057 24 [F4M] Sfw

I wasn't always the friendly type mainly because I'm always shy to be the first one to approach people, but I'm posting this rn because I wanted to try something new. Since I'm finally done with finals, I have time to socialize and meet new people.
I'm not particularly looking to be in a relationship, but the door's not closed. Let's get to know each other, be friends & see how things progress. Let's take things slow and steady.
A little something about me: - Junior post-grad student - night owl - 5'1.5" (because .5 matters haha) - med/semi large build, normal bmi - confident with my appearance. (I don't know how to rate looks lol. Beauty is subjective and frankly I don't conform to society's beauty standards) - hygienic & clean - loves animals especially dogs - loves music - occasionally plays cod/pubg - free-spirited - 🌷🌸
Looking for: - 26-30 - post-grad student / working pro - at least 5'7" - hygienic & clean - decent, respectful, sensible kausap, not boring/dry humor - confident but not conceited - NOT a DDS/apologist - decent looking/confident with his looks - not obese - preferably someone who has an active lifestyle or at least tries to be active (I've been wanting to go back to the gym but I haven't found the motivation & time just yet. Welp!)
Send me a pic of your pet(s) 😊
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2023.06.01 18:23 Holiday_Explorer6912 Dog doing CPR on its drunk human.

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2023.06.01 18:23 Toadlessboy The humane society has 75 dogs available right now. They are a high kill shelter, help if you can.
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2023.06.01 18:23 jjfajen Apex Predator (Part 47)

Memory transcription subject: Daniel Price, UTC Special Forces
Date [standardized human time]: September 8, 2140
I don’t know how long the fighting lasted. The sound of gunfire and flamethrower tanks detonating sank into white noise as we held out our position. Colton dealt with most of the initial wave before they even reached the building, but then came the second and the third waves. Halfway into the second onslaught Colton ran out of ammo for his rifle. Switching to his sidearm he assisted us with the defense of the sole entrance to the office. The desk proved sturdy enough to provide cover against enemy fire. Here Tassev’s machine gun did most of the heavy lifting, but we had to take over more than once when the gun's barrel overheated and needed to be switched out. If we had faced a similar amount of resistance trying to get in here we never would have taken this room in the first place.
During this time the Kolshian regained his senses, though he was content to stew silently while the fighting was still ongoing. I noticed him trying to wiggle from his binds more than once, but he got nowhere. We might have gone a little overboard restraining him, overcompensating for his unorthodox biology, but it was better to go overkill than to be surprised at the worst possible time.
I didn’t know what we would do if we ran out of ammo. Grab guns from those we already killed? Take the Governor hostage and attempt to make a break for it? No, we couldn’t carry Amja out with us if we attempted that. As I counted down my few remaining mags I came to the grim realization we couldn’t make it through another assault. With two Arxur on our side we had the advantage in a melee, but as the old saying goes, nobody wins in a knife fight. Steadying my aim through the doorway we waited for the fourth wave. In this lull I had a moment to process the horrid scene in front of me. Bodies were piled along the walkway all the way to the end of the hallway. At some points piled up where they had been used as makeshift cover. Most of our assailants had been Krakotl, whose purple blood dripped sickeningly down from the walkways onto the ballroom floor below. Of the few Yotul that had attacked, most were exterminators, though their charred bodies were hardly recognizable as such. At one point Tassev had managed to nail an exterminator’s tank and engulfed the entire hallway in a fireball. The building itself, despite the seemingly wood detailing, appeared to be fireproof thankfully. If it wasn’t we would be taking a tumble out the second story window by now to avoid being burned alive. Fur and feathers were noticeably more flammable than the manor itself however, and filled the air with a putrid stench. After a long enough pause in the fighting, Usli droned out the area and saw no remaining hostiles. If there were any survivors among the enemy, they retreated. With a sigh of relief I took count of our remaining ammo, and it didn’t look good. I ordered Tassev to collect guns from the fallen. Their ammo would be incompatible with our weapons, so if we ran out we would have to switch to them entirely. Only the manor's guards would have anything of value, lugging around the few intact flamethrowers was the last thing we wanted to do.
As Tassev vaulted the desk I turned to the rest of my squad, “The area’s secure, for now. I want this place turned upside down. Document anything and everything of interest. Colton, there’s got to be a radio or something somewhere in here, if we can get an update on how the battle’s going that would be nice. Usli, search around for any electronics and download anything they’ve got.” I got started searching through the desk which had provided us cover. Most of the documents within that weren't shredded by bullets were of no interest: economic spreadsheets, architectural plans for additions to the manner (all dated after 2139), some personal letters which I opted to document, etc.
There was some commotion as Usli seized the Governor’s holopad. “Quit moving!,” Usli shouted as he kicked the Kolshian, causing him to double over. In most instances I would have told him to cool it, but after what we had just been through I could think of worse ways to release some stress than beating on the SOB.
“Anything Colton,” I asked.
“Nothing. Well, there looks to be an old TV back here but I doubt we’ll get any channels. You know we could try contacting the shuttle again, it’s not like our position hasn’t already been compromised. If they’re still kicking they’ll be in contact with the fleet.”
Pulling out my radio I realized it had a bullet lodged in it. After a second of vertigo I dropped the ruined electronic and turned to Colton again, “Can I borrow yours? Mine is uh, shot. Literally.”
“Seriously? Damn, sure no problem.”
Tuning his radio to the right frequencies I started, “This is Taskforce Revenant calling out, does anyone copy?” Static was the only answer. “This is Captain Price of Taskforce Revenant, does anyone copy?”
“This is UTCS Luanda, over. We hear you loud and clear Taskforce Revenant.”
Wait, Luanda? That’s a battlecruiser, and for it to be contacting us directly… they’d have to be in atmosphere. “What’s the situation up there, we’ve been in the dark planetside.”
“You haven’t heard? Feds are running with their tails between their legs, Captain. We took some minor dings but nothing that won’t buff out. Terran forces have complete orbital control.”
I couldn’t keep the relief out of my voice as I answered back, “That’s great to hear. I need you to relay a message to Command. We are requesting immediate evac from the Yotul capital. Our current position is in a structure called the Chancellor’s Manor. We are in possession of a potential HVT, the military governor of Yotul Prime, and intel on Federation operations on the planet. We’ve been pinned down for, I don’t know, an hour maybe? The site is secure now, but we are low on ammunition and have a civilian in need of medical attention.”
“Relaying now. In the meantime stay put and we’ll have reinforcements sent via drop pod within 15 minutes.”
The whole atmosphere in the room lightened up. It was over. We won in space and soon enough the last holdouts on the planet would either surrender or be destroyed. I turned to Amja, who was still conscious, but obviously in pain, “You hear that? We won! The Yotul are free.” She cracked a weak smile.
“You haven’t won,” The Kolshian piped up. “You’ve freed no one, just enslaved them in ways they can’t see.”
“Well would you look at that,” Colton said. “He speaks! And here I was thinking the squid was a mute.”
“Mock me all you want, predator. It doesn’t change the fact that you are a blight on the galaxy. Nor does it change the outcome of this war.”
“I dunno, that’s a lot of tough talk for someone bound up and surrounded by ‘vicious’ predators.”
“Vile creature. We would have done well to exterminate you all before your corruption spread.”
“Alright I’ll bite,” Colton continued, “no pun intended. What do you have against predators? Don’t lie and say it’s because you’re afraid of me. Sure that applies to most Feds we’ve met, but you’re different. It’s in the way you talk. Your feeling towards us isn’t fear, it’s disgust.”
“How astute for a primate. Like I said, predators are a blight on the galaxy, a malignant tumor that consumes all that it touches. My kind creates order. Your kind only knows destruction. Nay, you are destruction, chaos manifest. It’s in your DNA, crucial to your very being that you must destroy to live. You humans hide behind your facade of ‘civilization’ better than the Arxur, but you can’t hide what you truly are underneath it all.” His frog-like eyes narrowed as his pupils darted between Usli and Amja. “Likewise, of all the predators in this room the stench radiates most readily from the two Yotul among you.”
“What are you on about?”
“Arguably worse than you are those who hide among us, harboring the instincts of a predator unbeknownst to others. They are diseased, no doubt, to stand your kind’s presence let alone work with you.” He looked directly at Usli, “One can call you violent, insolent, primitive, and it rolls off like water. But when I call you what you are, diseased, watch how you recoil. Because deep down you know your ruse has been found out!”
Usli did recoil slightly, but at the insult of being called primitive, not whatever nonsense the Kolshian was spewing. “Enough of that,” I interrupted. “If I have to listen to one more second of that squid’s tirade I am going to jump out a window. There’s nothing to gain from egging him on.” I looked to the Kolshian, “And you. You will only speak when spoken to or I’ll tape your mouth shut personally.”
Colton huffed and turned to dig through a filing cabinet. Jokingly he asked no one in particular, “You think they’ll give us front row seats if he gets the Kalsim treatment?”
Tassev returned with his arms full of weapons. I informed him of the situation and he opted to stand guard in front of the door rather than sort through files with the rest of us. It was probably for the best, I don’t think anyone else besides maybe Jath could withstand the stench that permeated the hall. Finding I had sorted through everything in the desk, I moved over to help Colton search the filing cabinets. After a minute or so of doing that Usli finally broke into the Kolshian’s holopad.
“Well well well, looks like someone left a lot of sensitive files on their personal device, tsk tsk tsk. You’d think you 'advanced' species have better OPSEC,” Usli said mockingly. “Daniel, you want to check this out? I’ll see if I can get that computer up and running again.
“Sure, let’s see,” I said, taking the holopad and flipping through random files. I thought out loud as I opened some, “We’ve got manifests offworld, all going to the same system interestingly enough. Renovation plans including a pleasure garden complete with a 800,000 gallon swimming pool. Always a good look when the people you govern are surviving off scraps. Exterminator incident reports, risk assessment meetings, wait…” I opened the folder of exterminator incident reports. The files were separated by what I assumed was the Federation equivalent of months and years. The dates were auto translated, but it made the subdivisions look somewhat arbitrary as a result. It went back to 2137 and there were thousands upon thousands of reports. “Usli, just how common were predators when you lived here?”
“Not at all. When there was a predator sighting it would make headlines for a week.”
I looked back to the holopad. Clicking on individual incidents revealed more in depth details. The exterminators on the call, what precinct they were with, the location of the incident, resolution, and more. Under resolution every single one was marked DEPURATION. I scrolled down, and it just kept going. Eventually I found a couple instances of other resolutions: TERMINATION, INCONCLUSIVE, and RELOCATION. I opened up other pages, other times, and it was all the same. The number of incidents were excessive. Trying to scroll to the bottom of one subsection I gave up after a solid minute flying past thousands of reports with no end in sight.
“Under Exterminator incident reports there’s thousands of incidents. Almost every single one has its resolution marked as depuration.”
“What?,” Usli said, looking up from the computer. “Let me see.”
“It just keeps going, there must be tens, hundreds of thousands of individual reports.”
“That can’t be right. The Federation wiped out almost every predator on the planet during the uplift.”
I looked back to Amja, she was stone-faced staring at the Kolshian. “Those aren’t wild predators, those are people. The people you took.”
The Kolshian remained silent.
I allowed Usli to take the holopad and focused my attention on the cephalopoid. “What’s the meaning of this?”
The Kolshian took on an uncanny expression, I couldn’t tell if it was his species’ equivalent of a smile or glare. “If you must know, this world was infested when we took custodianship over the Yotul. It is little wonder that they planned to join you. Our scientists during first contact must have had faulty equipment. Either that or our screenings have become far more effective in the last few decades, because cases of predator disease were 256% more prevalent in the Yotul population than the galaxy at large. Perhaps a vestigial remnant of predator ancestors, but I digress. Cases of the disease were even more prevalent among the ruling class as well, being 37% more common in that demographic even when using a Yotul baseline. We simply did what was necessary.”
“And what was ‘necessary’?”
“Hmm, less perceptive than your pack member? Recalling our previous conversation, what do you do to a cancer?”
I knew damn well what he was alluding to, but I needed a straight answer right from his mouth, “I don’t know. Elaborate.”
He groaned, as if bored by the interrogation, “I knew your medicine was primitive, but I had no idea-”
“Answer. The. Question.”
“Hmph. A cancer cannot be allowed to take hold and spread. You are presented with two options, curtail its means of replication or cut it out.”
A stunned silence purveyed the room. I turned and snatched the holopad from Usli’s hands, he made no reaction to this action. I could feel anger slipping into my voice as I said, “All of these ‘incidents’. All of these people. What did you do to them?! And don’t answer me with any analogies or euphemisms! Tell me the truth!”
“We removed them from the general population and salvaged the ones we could. The ones that couldn’t be saved… well originally it would have been a matter of continuing their segregation from the populous and implementing strict population controls, but with the food shortages your kind have caused these past few years I had to make a decision. Why should healthy citizens go hungry because of individuals who are a net deficit to society.”
I stood in silence taking in his answer. The implication was obvious, but the bastard refused to outright say it. Hatred boiled to the surface as I replied, “You starved them.”
“Sending food to this backwater was already a low priority when core worlds needed to be fed. So why not dispose of the refuse of this world and save some for those that remained? Sure a more expedited method could have been chosen, but if the goal is to conserve resources then why spend more to achieve the same result faster?”
“You genocidal motherfucker. How many?” I flipped through the lists faster and faster before throwing the holopad to the floor. “How many millions of innocents did you murder for your perfect world?”
Though the Kolshian’s expression was hard to judge, it took on a look akin to annoyance as he sat silently in front of me.
“Answer me you piece of shit!” I yelled, “You killed all of these people, and for what? Because they had this ‘predator disease’? Murdered them just because they were different, just because they didn’t fit your vision? How many did you starve under the pretense of this pseudoscientific bullshit?!”
The Kolshian’s calm demeanor cracked as he grew incensed at my direct attack on his ideology. He barked, “Not enough!”
“Y-you monster…”, Usli stuttered, backing up out of my peripheral vision in shock.
The Kolshian’s eyes narrowed on Usli again. “Says the one in league with predators! The gall of you to call me the monster.” He looked back to me, “And none of your poisoned, ignorant, words would make me hesitate for an instant to continue my work! You call me a murderer as if your kind is any better. I know what you are even if you refuse to acknowledge it. At least I served to promote the greater good. What ends did the genocides in your own history serve? Exactly, your silence speaks volumes. What is the price of millions when my work serves to save billions? I will not grovel to you beasts or beg for your faux mercy. My only regret is that now all of those deaths will be for nothing. We wasted so much time and so many resources trying to uplift these primitives. And what did we get in return? Nothing! On second thought, I lied. I also regret that I didn’t kill more of these disease ridden, backstabbing, primi-
A single gunshot rang out, splattering blue blood across my face as the Kolshian slumped over, trailing blood on the wall behind him. I turned around to see Usli standing there, arm shaking, with a pistol in hand. Hearing the gunshot, Tassev vaulted into the room, gun at the ready, before stopping dead in his tracks upon observing the scene in front of him. Silence overtook us as we stood there in shock. Slowly I stepped back and dropped my rifle to the floor. Holding out my arms I approached Usli. The conflicted expression on his face contradicted the action he had just committed. Stepping forward I calmly spoke, “Take it easy, Usli. Put down the gun.” His grip became shakier, but he was still pointing it straight ahead. He breathed out and blinked rapidly. His composure was barely maintained as his breathing accelerated. “It’s okay bud, just put it down. I’m right here, look at me.”
His pupils darted to me and back forward multiple times before he drew his arm back and threw the pistol at the dead Kolshian. Wasting no time he lunged forward, unleashing a barrage of stomps and kicks on the body. He let out a shrill cry before screaming, “HOW’S THAT FOR PRIMITIVE YOU FEDERATION FUCK!”
Tassev immediately moved in to restrain our friend, but even with the massive Arxur grabbing both of his arms his fury was barely contained, his only focus being the dead Kolshian in front of him. “FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU! I’LL KILL YOU ALL! EVERY LAST GODDAMN ONE OF YOU! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU ALL! LET GO OF ME!”
Jath moved in and helped Tassev restrain his arms. I never thought in all my years I would see two imposing Arxur struggle to keep hold of a single Yotul, but Usli fought like a man possessed. I snapped out of shock and rushed in front of him, grabbing a leg as he kicked blindly. Finally we were able to take him off balance and pin him to the floor. He was still screaming profanities at the top of his lungs as I tried to get through to him. “Pull yourself together man! It’s us! Chill, chill!” He thrashed like a wild animal caught in a trap, looking in every direction as he expended his finite supply of energy trying to escape our grasp.
Jath was next to try and calm him, “Relax, look at me. Look at me! It’s me. It’s okay, we’re here. Stop fighting. STOP!”
“I’LL, I- I…” His thrashes waned in intensity and we were finally able to let go. With the last of his energy he curled into a ball on the floor and began sobbing. I stumbled to my feet and tried to catch my breath. Usli’s mumbled words in between sobs were unintelligible, with the only one I could parse being “father”. Wiping the blood from my face, I hunched over the Kolshian. He was dead, no doubt. The bullet went right between his eyes.
I paced in front of the body, how the fuck were we going to explain this to Command? Usli just executed a prisoner, a top ranking official that they would very much have liked to have alive. The bastard had it coming a thousand times over, but fuck not like this! What would they do? Strip him of his rank? Court-martial and imprison him? I walked over to Colton, who was standing off to the side close to Amja. I turned him away from the rest and whispered, “This is bad, this is seriously fucked.”
“What do we do?”
“I don’t know. Last thing Command heard was that we had an HVT ready for extraction and now he’s dead on the floor. You can’t just hide that!”
“But if we tell the truth?”
“They’ll court-martial him. At best they’ll find the circumstances such that he’ll be honorably discharged.”
“And worst case?”
“You already know.”
Colton put a fist to his mouth, trying to think, and muttered a curse under his breath. We stood there for a moment contemplating our options when Amja spoke up, “I did it.”
In unison we turned and responded, “What?”
“I shot the Governor. I killed him.”
Usli, who by now had buried his face in Jath’s shoulder, stepped back on shaky legs and looked at her. His voice came out as a hoarse whisper, “N-no. You shouldn’t take the blame. I did it. It’s my fault. My responsibility.”
“No it ain’t. You did nothing wrong, he deserved every bit of it. Besides, I had the motive.” With some difficulty she unholstered her firearm with her still functioning offhand, “And the means. It was out of your control, you were interrogating him and I shot him, as I intended to from the beginning. I deceived you so I could get revenge, like Ugo warned me not to do.” She looked at me and gestured with her gun, “Take it.”
I hesitated.
“Take it, you wouldn’t let me keep it after what I did.”
I grabbed the gun and inspected it for a moment. I sighed and, crouching down to her level, fired several times, hitting the Kolshian’s body in various locations while purposefully missing a shot or two. Standing up I explained to her, “I imagine you’re not a great shot with your offhand.” That would hold up in the AAR. It would have to. With the last piece of evidence planted it was time to complete the ruse.
“UTCS Luanda, this is Taskforce Revenant do you copy?”
“Copy What’s the situation?”
I took in a deep breath, and let it out before continuing, “High value target is KIA.”
“What happened?”
My gaze wandered to Usli, who was back in Jath’s embrace. “The civilian in our company killed him. I was interrogating the subject when she opened fire. She’s been stripped of any weapons and is cooperative.”
“Roger, ETA on reinforcements is 5 minutes.”
Putting the radio down I fell backwards into a chair and let out a deep breath, slumping forward to cradle my head in my hands. All there was to do now was wait for evac.
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2023.06.01 18:21 ansmo I am simply blown away with some of the stuff this thing writes.

It just hit me up with the:
" It felt like all hope was lost just minutes earlier - yet here they were, back where everything began. And this time, nothing would stop them from reaching their goal. Nothing except maybe death itself. But even then, what did death matter? Death wasn't something anyone could avoid forever; everyone knew that eventually fate would catch up with each person regardless of whether or not he wanted it too. So why bother fighting it? Why waste energy resisting destiny if it meant being able to live life exactly as you wished? That thought alone made every moment worth living for. Every second spent doing whatever brought joy to yourself and others. Because ultimately, isn't happiness really all any human ever truly wants anyway? To be happy? Well, wouldn't it make sense to spend those final days enjoying oneself rather than worrying about some abstract concept called morality? After all, didn't people always tell themselves that they lived by certain rules because they believed it was best for society overall? Yet despite these supposed ideals, most humans never seemed to follow them very well. They broke laws whenever it suited them, lied constantly, cheated whenever given the chance, and hurt others whenever necessary. In fact, sometimes it felt like the world operated under different standards entirely depending on whom you asked. Some said murder was wrong, while others claimed killing was perfectly acceptable if done for the greater good. Still others argued that stealing was evil unless it benefitted the thief directly. How confusing it must have been growing up knowing that nobody else shared the same belief system as you. Perhaps that was part of the reason why children often struggled to understand adult concepts. Maybe kids couldn't grasp ideas beyond basic logic due to having grown up surrounded by contradictions. Or perhaps it was merely a sign of immaturity. Either way, it certainly explained why youngsters rarely understood anything outside of black and white thinking. Regardless, none of that mattered today. Today was a day filled with colorful possibilities. Possibility was freedom. Freedom was power. Power was strength. Strength was victory. Victory was success. Success was happiness. Happiness was love. Love was peace. Peace was tranquility. Tranquillity was calmness. Calmness was serenity. Serenity"
Sorry for the wall of text. pygmalion-13b if you're curious. Room temperature and banned eos token.
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2023.06.01 18:18 honest_waffles Abandoned Cat Needs a Home

Abandoned Cat Needs a Home
My wife and I found this cat Friday night eating from the dumpsters behind our apartment building downtown. We had him checked out by a vet and he appears to be in good health. He does not have a microchip. He is an intact young adult male, has a white spot on his chest, and is not a match for any of the lost cats posted in the last year.
So far, he does not want to be touched or handled. He's fine with having people nearby and will happily eat from wet treat tubes held in my hand. He enjoys sitting in the sink. He will defensively growl and try to bite when petted or handled (We're wearing leather work gloves with mitts over the top when we need to move him.)
We've reached out to CT Humane Society but based on our experience bringing in stray/abandoned cats for adoption this cat will be at greater risk of being euthanized.
We've also called the Greater New Haven Cat Project but based on previous experience we're not optimistic they'll be able to help anytime soon.
We're looking for a long term foster or adopter who can help him learn to trust people again. However, it is possible that he will never want much human contact.
We think the ideal home for him would be calm with no other pets or children with an experienced caretaker.
If you or someone you know would be a good foster or adopter for this cat please send me a private message with your full name and phone number so we can discuss whether this cat and you will be a good fit.
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2023.06.01 18:16 DrRoy Expiring from the Criterion Channel in June 2023: Erotic Thrillers and all sorts of other films!

My recommendations:
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Method Acting
Anthony Mann Directs James Stewart
Starring Jennifer Jason Leigh
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Fernando di Leo's Italian Crime Thrillers
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Directed by Jerzy Skolimowski
Double Feature - Two Films by Johnnie To
Starring Joan Bennett
Art-House America: Maysles Documentary Center
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2023.06.01 18:09 anonymousprincess225 The reason why I have to be perfect.

the reason why I fear and despise being ugly is because IF you do or say something wrong or if you make a mistake (which all humans do), if you’re pretty or gorgeous, people will call you out for your mistake but that’s all they’ll do. But when an ugly person makes mistakes or does something wrong or not up to standard, people will also take a dig at their looks or “flaws”.
For example: you’re that horrid dance teacher on dance moms, people hate her cuz of her attitude, but when they’re dissing her attitude, they will always take dogs at her weight and body shape, whereas if she was gorgeous, people would only hate her for her attitude but maybe would even say “she has a horrible attitude but at least she’s gorgeous.”
And that’s why I’m so debilitated and have to do everything perfect because it’s scared if I don’t people will comment on my ugliness while dissing what I did …
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2023.06.01 18:08 tylerdhenry For UFC fighter Gillian Robertson, Social Situations Are Harder Than Fighting
Transcript of video:
Everything is weird about this for me. It's just like, I don't, I'm just like, I guess a socially awkward kind of, don't really put myself out there. Well, I do with fighting, but it's like, I've never really put myself out there in life. So it's like to be in these kinds of positions, it's just, it's all a lot for me. Wow. Well, it's amazing that the way you handle fighting, you can handle this the same way you handle fighting. You just get comfortable with it. I think that, I don't know, for me, social situations are a lot harder than like fighting situations. Wow. That's crazy. Oh yeah. Has it always been like that? 100%. Since you were a child? Yeah. I feel like I've always been like the socially awkward kid in the back of the class, like the nerd. Well, I still am at the gym, but I volunteered with animals my whole life. I volunteered at the Humane Society, a horse rescue, wildlife rehab, but just animals were my thing. And then it was just kind of a left field. I started kickboxing when I was 16. Just for fun? Yeah, I really don't know where it came, like what the idea was, but- Where'd you start? What gym? At Dean's gym. Oh, okay. Wow. You got lucky. So exactly. I think pro fighters worked for my dad. So I wanted to start kickboxing and then my dad found out that this guy was a pro fighter for Dean. So he ended up finding his gym and that was the first gym I started at. Wow. Well, what a great place to start. And so then you start kickboxing and how long before you decide, well, what about this MMA stuff? How long was that? I think it was probably like four or five months before I started taking the MMA class there, but I wasn't like thinking about fighting. There was a kid who was on the wrestling team at my high school who started training at Dean's gym and he was like, oh, why don't you take the MMA class? And I thought, okay, I'll have a partner. Why don't I try it? And I just kept on doing it. And then I was training like every day for like three hours a night, you know? And they're like, all right, well, why don't we just get you a fight at this point? Wow. What was it about fighting in martial arts that you became so obsessed with? I really think it was a one. I don't know what it was at first because I didn't start jujitsu, especially in the gi until like a year after I started training. But when I started gi jujitsu, I fell in love with that 100 percent where it's just the technique of it and the little tiny details of jujitsu that matter so much. Like if you put your thumb on this side of the hand or on this side of the hand, it makes a huge difference. Like the little tiny techniques that can make the difference where now a 115-pound girl at the time could do whatever she wanted to a 200-pound guy. You know, it was manhandling these guys around the room. And I'm like, just because of these techniques that I learned. And I thought that was awesome. Yeah, that is an amazing thing. It's jujitsu is the one martial art that delivers as promised, where the smaller trained person can defeat the larger untrained person. There's a lot of other martial arts. I mean, you have a better chance, but when they're really big, you know, and some guy is swinging it. If you notice how to punch a little bit and you get clubbed with one of those giant hams, you get fucked up. But if you get into a struggle, like some sort of a scramble, and you knock into some chairs and all of a sudden you get ahold of this person, now he's fucked. That's what's crazy. It's like that a small person can physically control and submit a much stronger person regularly. It happens all the time. It happens with black belts. Even in striking, it's like a person cannot know anything, but if they're big enough, they throw their hand the right way. They can knock you out. Yeah. If you get hit with Francis Ngannou's pinky, you're in trouble. Exactly. You know, there's certain people that are so powerful. The idea that you're going to stand and trade with them is crazy. They're going to hit you once and you're dead. It just doesn't work that well. Jiu-jitsu is just not the variant of space. So there's not that element of guessing where it's like, I can control and I can feel what you're going to do by touching you. It makes it a lot easier. You're not guessing what that space is striking. You're also not guessing the variables. How fast is this person? How fast am I accustomed to people punching me? Is this person much faster? Do I have to anticipate that? Because if you ever see like street fight videos, the most horrific ones are some poor asshole who wants to start a fight with someone who's a trained fighter and the trained fighter fucks them up. But you could see like they have no idea how fast things can happen. I'm sure you've seen a Joe Schilling one. Yeah. Joe Schilling one is ridiculous. But there's no way that guy could have known that that can happen that quickly. There's no way. And people don't expect like for someone like me, a lot of times I get, I would never guess that you're a fighter. For someone like Joe Schilling is still even like, oh yeah, you wouldn't like just see him. Just like an axe murderer. But you just see him walking around. Like most people you don't expect that they're... Joe Schilling you don't expect it? I don't know. He looks like a psycho to me. Yeah. But say like Ryan Hall. Ryan Hall is a great example. You don't expect him to be a fighter, but it's like you never know what somebody is capable of when it comes to sports like this. Oh, for sure. And then you get to Mikey Musimache. Yeah, exactly. That's the best example. Yeah. Mikey is a stone cold killer. And he looks like a guy who comes over to fix your computer. Like he looks like the friendliest super nerd. Oh, this video is horrible. This is street fight in a parking garage. Have you seen this? No. These guys start fucking with this dude in a parking garage. The guy trying to get away. No, he fucked the other guy up before this. This is the shorter version. Okay, this is the shorter version. So this guy, he's trying. He's like, come on, you want some? And he moves forward. This guy leg kicks him. And then this is where it gets ugly. Punches them. Bam. He's out. Yeah, you don't want that. Like what? Like it's awesome to see that stuff works, right? For people like, hey, this is real. Someone tries to attack you. You have an upper hand. But also, what are you doing? Yeah. These fucking people. I've never been in a street fight in my life. Good for you. I don't intend to ever. It's just, I don't get it. Yeah, there's, I don't see a use for fighting outside the cage for me. A lot of people anger management issues. And then there's criminals too. And you know, bad folks. Yeah, exactly. Yeah, there's a lot of weird stuff in the world. But just for me, I think it's fascinating that you are more afraid of social interaction than you're afraid of cage fighting. That might be one of the greatest lines that anyone has ever said. I think that's going to get you a lot of fans. For real. For me, it's just like literally, I never really did any kind of interviews or media or anything like that until I got in the tough house. So that's going from absolutely zero to 100%. What was that like? You were like 22 at the time? Yeah, I was 22 and I was having interviews every day. Cameras on you 24-7. Literally, after every single interview, I had to go and change my shirt because I'd be dripping sweat like I just got out the sauna. Whoa. Just so nervous after every single interview. Do you think they brought you into the house knowing that you were nervous too? Like that you're a little socially awkward in that regard and maybe that would make good television? I guess I never thought of it in that way. Obviously, they brought you in because you're skillful. But they also cast that show as a reality show. It's a very cleverly done show. It's smart the way they do it. Even with what they're doing now with Conor McGregor and Michael Chandler, it's great but perfect shit talking. When Conor tells him you'll do as you're told, it's amazing. I hope that fight takes place. But it's such a show, right? So it's not just an athletic competition. It's also they want to make sure the people are fun. Oh yeah. Our season seemed pretty tame though, I feel like in general. We had a lot of ... There was me and Montana Delarosa were the two younger girls and then everybody else I feel like was older and more mature. Around at least 30s and they were like ... Nobody was trying to start drama. Nobody was trying to get in each other's faces or we didn't have any altercations. It was a pretty chill season. That's great. So no one ever encourages any bickering or anything like that? They don't ever tell you, hey, that bitch has been science and shit. Does anybody ever do that? No, nobody ever really does anything like that. But it's just the boredom gets to you if anything else. It's like ... I feel like ... No phones, right? No phones, no TV, no music, no books, no ... Nothing. No books. Nothing at all. Oh my God. Nothing? So it's like ... Can you have a notebook? You're allowed to get a notebook and then they gave us ... We asked for coloring books and they gave us sketch pads. Oh my God, I think I would go nuts. That sounds like one of those anti-tech retreats. Exactly. Where they try to weed people off their tech addictions. I was just talking to one of the boys who's actually on the Conor McGregor season over the weekend and he said the exact same thing as me. He was like, it was the best and worst experience of my life. Because it's like when you're in the gym, there's so many highs, it's so great. But then when you go back to the house, you're just sitting there for hours and you're bored and it sucks. What do you guys do to kill time? Can you play games? Do they have ... They used to have pool, right? Yeah, I think they had a pool table and a chess table and then they have the list where you can order anything. Oh, so you could order like Monopoly? Yeah, so we would order a bunch of bullshit just trying to entertain ourselves. God, did you have good conversations? Or was it weird because you're all competitors? It's weird, well, not because we're competitors because I'm weird. That's awesome. I felt like I ... Especially back then, I wasn't able to just like, I don't know, acclimate to that, going into a house with 16 different girls that I don't really know. Right. Yeah, a completely alien experience. You're feeling a little bit awkward and you're also 22. And then also, bam, now you're on TV. It's my first time really like leaving home, I would say, for a long period of time. So it was definitely a big experience, like a lot to take on. How long ago was that now? Six years? Six years. Would you say that now you're entering into your fighting prime? Do you think that's happening right now? Oh yeah, I think this is like just the beginning of my prime. I'm just getting into where I've really found the right combination for everything and I feel like I'm just getting better every fight. Are you ranked right now? Where are you at? My next fight is against the number 15 girl, Tabitha Rickey. Interesting. She's tough. That'll be fun. That'll be a good one. Like it's coming up quick, June 24th. Oh wow, that is quick.
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2023.06.01 18:08 instant_karma__ Seek professional help.

I find that most people in this subreddit tend to give bad advice or advice based on way too little information. Get some professional help if you have an issue with a horse, don’t ask Reddit. Go to a good vet or trainer. Most people do not know enough about horses to be giving advice. They are prey animals and they do not think like cats, dogs or humans. Sometimes behavior is simply learned behavior because they are getting away with it. Sometimes horses act out because they are injured, wrong tack, ect. but horses also know how to take advantage of inexperience. Unless you are there, it’s better not to give advice. I recently gave someone advice on here thinking about MY horse and then deleted my comment because without seeing their horse I could be WAY off and make it worse. There are lots of reasons why that horse may be acting off, and unless I see the horse in person I don’t know. I’m a trainer, and recently a little boy I know broke his jaw because his parents took bad advice from someone before consulting a professional. You can have all the cute opinions in the world about horses, but please know you could be putting someone’s life at risk by not giving proper advice.
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2023.06.01 18:05 Think-Concert2608 Tired of this divide (but still has hope for us) [Pride edition]

The country is so divided. The world is so divided. Always some bad news on the very first day of pride month. Always some bill that pushes us back 50 years. It seems our brothers and sisters can have a break. Allies can’t cheer as they win more equality and gain more support. It all feels so hopeless……
Until I realize
Look where we are in human history- after thousands of years of this subject. Thousands of years of oppression and other atrocities. If I were to list them all I’d never recover. Human history has truly been awful for everyone on this earth the more I read. We try to pin point cool historical facts and look for secret allies of years past, but it’s okay to admit human history has just been dog shit. We made it that way out of fear and power.
But when I accept that, it makes me ASTONISHED where we are now. Within less than of 100 years or so out of ALL human history, we are supporting and saying things out ancestors couldn’t even begin to imagine. Gay couples are on tv, women are fighting back like never before etc. We are living in such a VAPIDLY growing supportive society.
It sucks donkey ass but it makes sense why it feels so shitty the country and others feel stuck in this oppressive past: we are literally living in the oppressive past! Just with more electricity.
After this realization it blows my mind to see what 100 years and less has brought us. Yes we can say “not much” but i’m going to look at the glass half full and say quite a lot compared to where all of human history has shown.
We are the first breath of a new life, the first breath of real advancement. And while assholes who try to pass bills to oppress people, make songs about boycotting LGBT allies, try and make us feel like the world will never be accepting and inclusive for anyone who’s not a straight white man or a couple who only see sex as for making hundreds of babies, I just like to remember:
If we developed some form of equality before we can do it again. If we were able to bring LGBT issues to the table- as far back as the 50s, where everyone was rigorously uptight + religious and get society to change their attitude within a few decades- imagine society tomorrow. If we got this far despite that, I’d like to think political assholes don’t know history. I like to think political figures need to remember all it takes is for people to stand up. To vote. To not be discouraged by every asshole who claims we are snowflakes but then cries like a baby when a store or company supports LGBT people. My god they get so triggered by the word gay huh? These snowflakes. See, I can use that word on you too!
So you want to bring us back to the 1950s? Go ahead. Look where it lead to. It lead to a society where we are more open to lgbt than ever in ALL human history. I see no reason why my country or even those oversea can’t follow suit considering how America used to be about this.
Maybe i don’t know what i’m talking about, but i’d like to think i’m not naively hopeful as I see a whole list of lgbt movies on netflix ready to watch, a steady growing support for gay rights, and even people who are just plain tired of people trying to make “woke” or “progressive” a bad term.
So instead of downing all my cbd gummies or worry about the next election, i think ill spend today watching cute gay proposal videos- especially where both parties just so happen to have a ring and planned to propose to one another so it turns into a double proposal?! My god that’s so cute
This is something i needed to write in words, otherwise my ocd would be kicking into overdrive.
I’ll continue to have hope and support those of the lgbt community in every life I’ll ever have.
Happy pride
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2023.06.01 18:01 aBadModerator New Mexico Politics Monthly General Chat - June 01, 2023 Time to Vote!


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2023.06.01 17:56 ThrowRA-6583946 Idk how to handle my (M23) relationship gf (F20)

Tldr at bottom but I urge you to read the whole post to truly understand.
I have been debating leaving my gf for about 3 weeks now (she has been away of this since it started) I love her I really do that's what makes this so hard.
My reasoning is, she moved in with me a year ago and the agreement was, I pay bills, work full time, and take care of stuff about the house. Her half of the deal is that she cleans the kitchen, cook, and does laundry and helps me with the plethora of pets that we both have.
The deal was made this way bc she is in college full time. She does have a part time job but it doesn't pay a lot and I told her to keep her money so that she can pay for her things such as gas, phone, animal food and car insurance.
Long story short she hasn't really held her end of the deal and doesn't take care of stuff. The past 3 weeks she has been decent at doing her stuff. Only forgetting a few things here and there. Normal human mistakes.
I think I could end up forgiving her for making me feel used by her not doing the house work and contributing, but the issue that I can't figure out what to do about is how she treats the pets.
I have 2 dogs, cats, lizard and a rabbit. When I went away for a Weekend out, she was more then happy to watch the animals (she has a cat, a lizard and rabbit that live with us) and while I was gone, she was willing to not let the dogs out for 12 hours....she fed them at night (their routine is to go out to the bathroom 10 mins after they eat). She didn't put them out after they ate and I didn't realize it till 12am when she told me she was going to bed. Luckly I did notice and told her to let then out and that I am really mad.
Another instance was that she didn't let the dogs out when they ask to go out so in turn one of the peed on the floor. This has been done multiple occasions and she tried to lie about it one time.
We also have e-collar for one the dogs (which normally sits a little tighter then a normal collar due to its purpose, we just use the vibrate, I don't like the idea of electric stim) and when she put the dog in the cage, she left the collar on so it was on her all night while she slept (this has happened a few times)
The latest incident is the cat was eating a plant she was working on and instead of picking up the cat and moving him, she shoved him off the table.
I have talked to her about this already, and she has been doing much better, but idk how I can forgive these actions. If I can't forgive them how can I be with her?
I just don't know if I should leave her or not. I love her with all my heart. I do. But idk what to do. Any advice?
Do you think it's worth leaving my girlfriend of a little over a year?
TL;DR my gf doesn't treat the pets right and didn't do her portion of the house work (she has gotten better but I think it's only bc I told her I was thinking about breaking up 3 weeks ago)
Edit: added info about her life, college, and work.
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2023.06.01 17:50 ProperWait1 Zootopia Cultural Speculations: Cuisine

Pardon the post, but I just needed to let this out.
We know that in the movie, Zootopia had a sizeable number of food depictions throughout the story, from the grass smoothies those giraffe BG characters were sucking on during the first arrival scene, to the giant popsicles that Nick melts down to make his products.
Getting to the point, Zootopia's a multi-species society, with each species having their own preference and "range" in food. This is also true in real life (sans the multi-species society part.) Herbivores munch on plants, carnivores munch on herbivores, and omnivores eat everything that isn't nailed down. Of course, Zootopia's carnies don't eat ass fellow mammals anymore, so at least that's something we can cross out.
Throughout their history, Zootopian mammals would've gone through the same ancient growing pains humanity has when they first learned to cook. What foods needed to be cooked and how to preserve it (the discovery of fire and smoking would've been a godsend for early Zootopian carnivores, since it would make their kills easier to store and digest,) how to prepare food to make it edible in the first place and many other things.
The natural diets of these fledgling sapients would've played a massive factor on how their cuisines and cultures would've developed.
So, to speculate, here are some questions I'd like to ask:
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2023.06.01 17:38 Adeisha Whatever you do, DO NOT fly with SkyFly Airlines. Their CEO is a cold-blooded murderer.

This post is going to sound like the ramblings of a crazed conspiracy theorist - the kind that everyone rolls their eyes at and pays no mind to. I’m going to ask you all for a difficult favor. Please hear me out first before writing me off as paranoid and insane.

You might be familiar with the airline SkyFly. For those that aren’t - SkyFly is an airline originating from Austin, Texas. It started out as a lesser known company, but within five years, it became one of the top dogs in the airline business. They’re also the worst.

If you thought United Airlines was bad for breaking guitars, or Delta Airlines for kicking passengers off of overbooked flights, you haven’t seen anything yet. SkyFly takes the cake. The CEO, Felix Thompson is a literal evil genius. He got away with first degree murder by masking it as negligent homicide.

Felix made it look like the oh so tragic death of Captain Gary Hurst was a result of cutting corners, instead of him being a specific target. I have proof of this. All you need to do is read the black box transcript from SkyFly Flight 49, which slammed into a field on May 29, 2013 due to a sudden mechanical failure. Captain Gary Hurst, Co-Captain Drew Baltimore, the four flight attendants, and all 250 passengers were killed on impact. There were no survivors.

SkyFly paid a good deal of money to keep that transcript discreet. You won’t find it on a Google search. You won’t find any news articles on it, either. This travesty was swept beneath the rug, and thoroughly stomped on to keep it there. What Felix did not anticipate, was for his own daughter to have enough of a conscience to betray him.

I’m leaking this transcript, because both customers and employees of SkyFly Airlines deserve to know the serious risk to their lives.

Start of Transcript

1549:49.3 [start of recording]

1549:50 Captain: Good morning everyone! Thank you for flying SkyFly Airlines! We expect to arrive in Boston, Massachusetts in six hours.

1549:54.8 [sound of click]

1549:57.7 Co-Pilot: I love the feeling of lifting off from the ground. It’s like in John Gillepsie’s poem: “Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings…”

1550:14 Captain: Let’s hope this one stays in the air.

1550:22 Co-Pilot: What do you mean?

1550:25 Captain: You don’t feel that rattling?

1550:25 Co-Pilot: Shit. We need to return to the airport to get it looked at.

1550:27 Captain: SkyFly Airlines Flight 49 calling into air traffic.

1550:31 Air Traffic: Flight 49? What’s the situation?

1550:32 [Sound of click]

1550:34 Captain: We just took off and the plane is starting to rattle. The yoke feels stiff as well. Permission to return to the airport for an urgent landing?

1550:35 Air Traffic: [Captain], you have been flying for over fifteen years. You don’t need to make such a dramatic move over a little bit of turbulence.

1550:37 Captain: And as someone who has been flying for over fifteen years, I’m telling you that there’s something seriously wrong with this plane!

1550: 38 [sound of clicking]

1150:40 Air Traffic: You don’t need to return to port! Just keep flying! If it gets worse in the next hour, then we can discuss an emergency landing!

1550:43 Captain: Roger that!

1550:44 [sound of click]

1550:44.1 Captain: What a dick…

1550:45 Co-Pilot: Are we going to be okay?

1551:01 Captain: We can only pray.

1551:09.3 Captain: To be fair, things have smoothened out. Maybe I was getting paranoid.

1551:09.9 Co-Pilot: Why did you have such an extreme reaction?

1551:18.1 Captain: I keep getting put in broken planes. The first time, a failure in the elevators had this plane tossing and turning. The second time, there was a sudden explosion in BOTH engines. The third time, the plane literally stalled for a second. Thankfully I was able to land before anyone got seriously hurt, but this is not a lucky streak that I want to press.

1551:20.6 Co-Pilot: Let’s try not to let the worst case scenario impede on our current flight. A little bit of turbulence isn’t going to hurt us.

1551:36 Captain: What happened to agreeing with me to land the plane immediately and get it looked at?

1551:38 Co-Pilot: Air traffic made a good point.

1551:40 [the captain heaves a heavy sigh]

1551:42 [sound of rattling]

1551:50 Captain: Shit!

1551:58 Co-Pilot: What was that??

1552:01 Captain: I don’t know, but nothing good.

1552:02 [sound of an electronic hissing]

1552:31 Plane Warning System: Autopilot disabled. Autopilot disabled. Autopilot disabled.

1552:41 Captain: What did I fucking tell you?

1552:51 [Sound of click]

1552:53 Captain: Hold onto that controller like your life depends on it - because it does!

1552:59 Captain: SkyFly Airlines Flight 49 calling into air traffic. We have an emergency.

1553:03 Air Traffic: Flight 49? What’s the problem?

1553:08 Captain: The plane is shaking like an earthquake, and autopilot has suddenly disabled itself. Permission to make an emergency landing?

1553:09 Air Traffic: Just fly it manually! You know how to do that!

1553:10 Captain: Air traffic, I am telling you that this plane is going to fall apart before we get there!

1553:11 Air Traffic: Get a grip! Just keep flying manually!

1553:15 Captain: Roger that, asshole.

1553:17 Captain: Well, I suppose it’s good practice for flying manually.

1553:19 Co-Pilot: Is this safe?

1553:21 Captain: Not at all. But what choice do we have?

1553:28 Co-Pilot: If something else happens and air traffic denies the request to land, maybe we should just do it anyway. There are 250 lives at stake.

1553:35 Captain: That’s the plan. I’d land it now, but I’d catch too much shit for it.

1553:37 [sound of violent shaking]

1553:40 Captain: WOAH!!


1553:47 [sound of frantic clicking]

1553:48 Captain: Oh, thank god. I’m not ready to meet my maker yet.

1553:53 Captain: SkyFly Airlines Flight 49 calling into air traffic. We have a serious emergency.

1554:24 Air Traffic: Flight 49? What’s the problem?

1554:26 Captain: We temporarily lost control of the aircraft. We NEED to land before it happens again!

1554:32 Air Traffic: [murmuring] I guess we don’t have a choice but to let you land…

1554:33 Captain: Don’t have a choice?? What the hell is that supposed to mean??

1554:35 [sound of click]

1554:37 Captain: Oh shit! That was a scary pitch! I swear, it’s like these gears are covered in rust!

1554:50 Captain: Drew, why are you looking at me like that?

1554:51 Co-Pilot: Because I just realized that you’ve been put in broken planes for a reason…

1554:53 Captain: Air traffic control might be a dick, but they wouldn’t commit such an insane conspiracy with 250 other lives!

1555:00 Co-Pilot: I don’t think it’s a conspiracy. They just “don’t want to fix what isn’t broken.”

1555:00 Captain: What…

1555:01 Co-Pilot: I doubt these planes have had proper maintenance in a long time. Cutting corners is cheaper. If we make an emergency landing, SkyFly is going to have to pay to get the plane fixed.

1555:06 Captain: Why the hell would air traffic be involved in that?

1555:16 Co-Pilot: CEO’s know how to make friends.


1555:19 Captain: MAYDAY! MAYDAY! MAYDAY!

1555:20 Co-Pilot: [talking into black box] Melissa, baby, I love you so much. You’re the love of my life, okay? And it’s also okay if you move on and marry another man after me. I want you to be happy, okay? Don’t let this tragedy kill you too!

1555:24 Captain: IDIOT!! DON’T GIVE UP YET!! Yank on that yoke as hard as you can!!

1555:25 Co-Pilot: Roger that!


1555:31 Captain: MAYDAY! MAYDAY! MAYDAY!

1555:32 Air Traffic: Okay, Flight 49, you have permission to make an emergency landing.

1555:38 Captain: Let’s hope it’s not too late for that!

1555: 39 [sound of explosion]

1555:40 Captain: Air traffic, we just lost control of the vertical stabilizer!

1555:41 Air Traffic: Okay, what do you want to do?

1555:43 Captain: There’s nothing to be done at this point. We’re in an uncontrollable dive.

1555:45 Co-Pilot God have mercy on all of our souls…

1555:47 [sound of impact]

End of transcript

SkyFly Flight 49 slammed full speed into an empty field in Dripping Springs, Texas. There were no survivors. Just as co-pilot Drew Baltimore said, CEO’s know how to make friends. A further investigation would reveal that the air traffic control workers heard in this black box recording were being paid $5k check bonuses to keep these broken planes in the air.

Maintenance crews gave the clearance for the planes’ safety checks, but never did any real examination into their condition. It was a conspiracy, to be sure. But like I said in the beginning of this post, it was never about saving money. If it were a matter of frugality, EVERY SkyFly pilot would have been in a broken plane.

It was only Captain Gary Hurst that was assigned to these planes that were not suited for flight.

Captain Gary was such a good pilot that he could land a broken plane without casualties. When one busted plane was forced to go out of commission due to a successful landing, they’d put him in another one. I know you’re thinking that I’m making reaches. After all, why would such a conspiracy involve 250 other innocent passengers, 4 flight attendants, and another co-pilot?

Simple: When a CEO commits negligent homicide, they get a $2 million slap on the wrist, and can carry on with their lives. If a CEO commits 1st Degree murder, they risk life without parole.

CEO’s kill people everyday though human trafficking, exploitation of labor, negligent maintenance practices, and denying medical insurance to their employees. What’s 255 more in a simple plane crash? Captain Gary Hurst was always the target. The other innocent lives lost that day were simply a necessary collateral damage to get away with murder. I don’t know why my father wanted that man dead. I admit that I don’t have an explanation for a motive.

But only one pilot assigned to four consecutive broken planes? That’s not a coincidence. ESPECIALLY when air traffic control was trying to keep him in the air every single time.

If you’re a pilot still working for SkyFly, RESIGN ASAP before you become next. If you have a flight booked with SkyFly, cancel it immediately. You could be the next target, or the next collateral damage to kill their target.

My father does not care if you die, as long as he gets to live well.

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2023.06.01 17:35 Marie-thebaguettes Update: Is my unwelcome spiderbro housemate purposefully messing with me? I'm starting to think so

This absolute menace to society was definitely purposefully messing with me.
My fellow spider-lovers, I’ve gotta share this ridiculously stupid story with you; I have been on an odyssey with this dude.
His name is DC (Douche Canoe) and he really lives up to it.
In our last episode of “Get the Fuck Outta my House”, DC had successfully terrorized me into dismantling my entire sofa in an effort to locate him, only for him to briefly show up and wiggle a pedipalp in thanks for me putting it back together.
Following his brilliant Lilliputian victory, DC began a campaign of guerrilla-warfare like pranks. Almost every night, he’d wait til I let my guard down and became sleepy before appearing in the creepiest way possible. Usually he’d skitter across my arm. One time, my neck 😰. Once, I startled from my Netflix-induced waking coma to find my cat had cornered him, and I leaped so fast to prevent her from being bitten in self defense. I know DC, and he takes no shit; he’d go down fighting with every last twitch in him.
So, finally, I realized my evenings were turning me into Captain Ahab. Picture a 5ft tall woman with a jar, crouching in her living room in minimal lighting, staring at the culture of fruit flies on the sofa, waiting silently to pounce on my white whale of an arachnid while restraining a confused small dog on one side and a fly-hungry cat on the other. It was ridiculous.
Y’all, I dismantled and threw away the whole sofa. I wasn’t about to be spending my evenings hunting DC like a lunatic forever. I figured, fine, he wins, he can keep the sofa.
It had been broken for almost 6 months and was hurting my back anyway, so it wasn’t really only because of him, but I would have tolerated the broken sofa til the end of the summer at least.
I got a chair off marketplace, and had the sofa out and the chair in within one day.
It felt so good to sit on that chair and not need to look out for him.
Well, until that evening.
It was dark, only the TV was on, and my phone, which was resting on the armrest, lit up with a text message.
Lo and behold, the glow from my phone’s screen unveiled a familiar 8-legged silhouette.
I wasn’t even scared anymore. I just laughed. Soooooo loudly and deeply. And he didn’t even move! Just looked at me like “thanks for the new digs, lots of spider-friendly crevasses for me here.”
So, he got a tiny clog to nest in, and I spent hours putting enough ventilation (for a few days living in the jar) into the cork lid.
He also got two mealworms and got incredibly fat. Not that the weight slowed him down- he’s just buffer now.
So, the next day, I find out I immediately have to drive 12 hours to my hometown. I can’t release DC outside my apartment, cause I know he’ll just move back in, so I bring him and my pets in the car and make a plan to stop at a reserve that I know has a bunch of rotten logs for him to get comfy in.
Aaaaaand, my GPS fucks up. So DC comes with me across the country 🤦🏻‍♀️. At my parents, I’m still in the home range for parsons spiders, but then I start thinking, “what if spiders have dialects? What if I release my 8-legged white whale here in NJ and he becomes like that whale that sings at too low of an octave and he’s alone forever.”
At this point, I’ve bonded with the little asshole. Clearly, DC is an extrovert, and I can’t banish him to a lifetime of loneliness and failed communication techniques. Plus, what if he’s a she and she’s pregnant? Then I’m gonna end up causing some mad scientist type of founder effect on the parsons spiders in this new area. The biologist and spider enthusiast in me decided that DC would just have to travel back with me when I left.
So, DC and I have road-tripped across the country together, we’ve cuddled and watched Netflix (probably more often than I’m aware of). And now, he’s about to finally find his forever home on those rotten logs where he can harass the local insect population instead of me.
I’m kinda gonna miss the little fucker. And I’m not completely scared of parsons spiders anymore, either. Still gonna run away immediately after I open DC’s jar though 😅
Edit: changed “kiss” to “miss”. I am DEFINITELY no kissing him!!! Lmfao
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2023.06.01 17:33 2muchpethair This is the ugliest dog I've ever seen.

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2023.06.01 17:29 SquirrelOpposition Atomic Dog - George Clinton (ThruBeat) - AM_Society

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2023.06.01 17:21 MonkeyCrumbs People are overestimating GPT capabilities

Just wanted to bring a discussion up about this now that society has gotten to play around with LLM technology.
While I think EVENTUALLY this kind of tech will lead to truly amazing advancements in human civilization, I think the ‘new car smell’ is misrepresenting todays capabilities, and even the near-term ones as we look out over the next few years.
At current glance, LLMs appear to be super-human in their capabilities. And in some ways, they are. They have more knowledge than any one single individual on the planet and they can access it, in some ways, more quickly. However, their ability to REASON is extremely poor and elementary at this stage. And when you start really diving deep into it, you truly understand it’s limitations. We’re at the baby stages. GPT4 is the most advanced and I would still describe it as toddler status. Bard can’t solve elementary arithmetic to an accurate degree because it’s simply not DESIGNED to be a reasoning engine. It’s designed to predict your next word to its best ability. GPT4 with Wolfram can do some amazing things mathematically, but it still falters, it can still be inaccurate, and more importantly it’s not integrated into the knowledge-base of GPT. Once you realize it’s just being fed JSON and working back and forth with an API, you realize how truly limited all of this currently is.
Humans are amazing creatures. We have an uncanny ability to reason. We have an enormous “context” window. And LLMs are only one part of solving the AGI problem. There is a lot more work to be done before AGI can effectively replace lots of jobs. Many companies will soon realize their dreams of saving billions of dollars by replacing employees with AI will only lead to more problems and the eventual rehiring of people to fix the messes they started.
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2023.06.01 17:17 IsiahE4112 My Star Wars Story

I made a character and this sotry for star wars (i made this story for my English finals, i had a month to make it and got an A on it), the characters name is Saya Eban and is a character I have been thinking of for over a decade now (im not in my 2nd decade so since i was super young). Saya at this time is 13-14 years old and was given inspiration by almost all the other jedi and also star killer. He is human and with reliance on the force he can live up to 1000 years with hi peak being between 35, 40 ish to around 800 years of age. In terms of prime power level and potential, in my canon he is 3rd most powerful character just underneath luke and anikan Skywalkers, but could contend with them at some points. Little background: he was a prodigy in school before he became a padawan, he always had an intrest in a character named Ahsoka Tano but never became more than friends because of the Jedi teachings. He was a fast learning youngling and became a padawan earlier than most other younglings, becaming a padawan at the age of 11 - 12. He was in the first battle of Genesis but his troop transport ship was blasted out of the air, landing behind enemy lines leaving him the sole surviver, and scarring him, making him want to never see uneeded bloodshed ever again. He met Count Dooku before he had met Obi-Wan and Anikan on geonosis, he locked blades with him once... once, before he was thrown aside like a house fly, not worth his time, he was out until the retreat of the battle was initiated. This gave him night terrors and nightmares, after this day he could never sleep more than an hour, if that, before he woke up feeling the dark side creeping in. So he had learned to use sleep meditation. Sleep meditation allowed him to accelerate his trainings and connect greater to the force, he had unlocked 1/3 of his life now, the force helping his cells heal his body while he sat and meditated.
This story is of how he lived through one of the bloodiest battles and worst losses of the Republic, the battle of Sarrish, and of how he had obtained his later main star ship, a Kom'rk Mark 1 class star fightetransport, aka the Puro (i made this story before I have watched the 3rd season of the Mandalorian, as of right now i still haven't so Idk if thats in season 3 or not).
There is about 11,340 words in the story, and I don't 100% know of what I should make him look like so have your imaginations run wild.
Ok here we go:
Tales of Saya Eban's Puro
Chapter 1
 The battle of Sarrish was one of the worst battles of the Clone Wars, it was a great devastating loss to the Republic and the Jedi, and I was in the middle of it all. Before the battle I was doing some touch-ups on my A-wing Fighter. I had managed to get my hands on a hyperdrive that would fit in my small fighter, although being able to enter hyperspace without an external hyperdrive wing is very convenient, fast, and easy, it does slow my fighter and hinder some mobility, but not an uncontrollable amount of loss. Little did I know it'd save my life later that week. After I had finished my work, gotten it restocked for my next battle, I was called to the Jedi command center for a briefing by Master Yoda, saying it was an urgent mission and I was needed now, with his backwards way of speaking annoying me slightly. In a flash, I had gathered my battle ready loadout and headed off to the command center. When I entered the command center with the center planning table showing starships from both Confederate and Republic sides, One chasing another. I look and see Masters Yoda and Windu and a holoprojected Obi-Wan Kenobi surrounding the Table, with deeply serious thoughts in their eyes, fingers on their concentrating chins. When I swiftly strolled in, I was greeted with Master Windu's cheerful, but serious voice: "Ah, Padawan Eban, good you're here, come quick, we must act with persistence if we want to gain an upper hand in this war." "Master Windu, good to see you, you too Master Yoda, Master Kenobi, what's the situation?" Master Obi-Wan states, "We are currently chasing Separatist forces to the planet Sarrish and we will need some back up, could you bring your part of the 104th battalion right away, we have heavy casualties and they're going to have reinforcements when they reach the planet." "Is there not anyone closer than me, it may take a few days for me to get there, yall mabe finished by the time I get there!" I said with hope in my eyes. "I'm afraid that you're the only one that is available with the most minimal time of arrival, you'll have to be quick though, it will be anytime now they will reach the planet and have reinforcements. we need this win, it will be a great victory for the Republic if we are able to capture the planet." Stated Obi-Wan with certainty. "All other generals are on missions right as we speak, you are the only one that can provide back up at this current time." Master Windu added "Closer to Knight after this mission you will be, great padawan you are, your great swift improvements, Master Plo is pleased with, believe in you I do." Master Yoda said with a jolly old-man voice. "Now go, there's not much time to waste, gather your men and go help Obi-Wan!" Rushedly said by Master Windu. "With determination in my voice, I yell "Yes Masters, right away!" And like a flash, I was gone. As I'm running off, I catch a glimpse of a green swoosh and the sound of a bolt deflection. I stumble to a stop and put my legs in reverse to give curiosity the wheel. When I peer in, I see Master Skywalker and Ahsoka, along with roughly 8 clone troopers all in a circle around Ahsoka and her one blade ignited. Master Skywalker had her eyes welded to her as he walked around the trooper. I could see Captain Rex standing and watching as well, although he seems to be the only one who spotted me poking in my head. He motioned his finger to his lips as to tell me to shush and not interfere, so I watched with anticipation. And after a lifetime stillness ending in a second after Master Skywalker yelled "START!" And stun doughnuts fire from the blasters of the troopers, sending a volley of blue twords Ahsoka from all directions. With great flexibility I pair with, she jumps into the air, spinning like skates on a skate rink in mid air deflecting all incoming plasmic projectiles landing with swift grace ready for more, And more came, she stands in the center blade moving almost faster than what my eyes could keep up with, until that one bolt punches her right in the back, knocking her to the ground, diminishing the blade back into the hilt. I spring into the room, speaking with worry in my voice when I squeak out "Ahsoka! Master Skywalker, what was that!?" 
"She was just training deflecting blaster fire, she's going to be outmatched a lot in this war, and clones are better than droids to practice with." Anakin said with pride that she was able to last little over a minute, thats improvement.
"Well I guess you're not completely wrong, but your going to give her a brain injury at this rate! Could you not go a bit easier on her?"
"She'll never learn if I go easy on her." Master Skywalker said with little arrogance in his voice.
"W- well, here, l-let me wake her then." I stuttered as I walked up to Rex holding Ahsoka like he's a pillow.
"Rex, do you mind if I-"
"Not at all General, here." Rex said as I sat next to him holding Ahsoka's top half of her body.
 As he caringly sets Ahsoka's rhythmically beating top half in my lap, head facing the heavens, I softly lay my hand over her forehead, close my eyes, and concentrate. A few suspenseful seconds later, I take my hand off and observe Ahsoka's hand softly glide to her now curling forehead, eyes fluttering open. 
With a smile I voiced"Wakey Wakey warrior princess, have a good nap?" Smirking the whole time.
"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes Nicksters." She groaned with fading pain.
"What are you doing here?" She leisurely grumbled as she started to lie propped up by her desirable, fluorescent orange arms made of flexible muscle.
"I was walking by, and saw a 'damsel in distress', I HAD to come and 'save the day'." I joked, smirking the whole time, annoying her little bit more.
"You know I have been dying to use my force heal on you since I had learned it. I bet you don't even feel bad at all right now hm?" I said leaning in
Ahsoka starts to stand as to get a feel for her own body.
"You're right, I feel better than I did before, not bad for someone named Nicks." Ahsoka said smirking right back at me.
"Oh come on, that was one time, that was even before we became patiwans!" I said with little dramatics in my vocal verberations.
"Ok Master, I'm ready to try again." Ahsoka said to Master Skywalker
"Not now Ahsoka, we have a mission from the Jedi council we have to attend to while Obi-Wan is on his own mission." Anikan said to Ahsoka, elongating his 'not' like he usually does
"I'm actually about to go give help to Obi-Wan right now… WHICH I NEED TO GET PREPARED FOR NOW!! Karabast, got to go! See yah Ahsoka, Master, Rex." And like a ship entering hyperspace, I was gone.
Chapter 2
 After 2 boring days traveling in hyperspace, me and my 5 Veneter class Cruisers are nearing our destination, this would make 12 Cruisers for the Republic side. A new commander CT'-4112 or Zerek, debriefs on the battle situation. As I had sensed, Obi-Wan was outmatched seeing as backup was on planet Sarrish for the fleeing Separatist ships, now it's 11 Munificent class Cruisers and 2 command stations blockading the planet. Kenobi was starting to be pushed back, relying on our Cruisers longer ranged cannons to hope the Sepies didn't get too close. Our Cruisers have longer ranged main canons and toms of fighter room, while the Sepies Cruisers have more fire power at closer ranges with more fighters than our Vendor class Cruisers, at closer ranges, the Sepies would completely destroy a Venetor class Cruiser, but we have strategies and will power. 
"Glad to see a friendly face Saya." Kenobi said exhaustingly.
"Well, it looked like you needed help. You know I need to be the one to save everyone. I'll move into position to fortify our defenses to push the Sepies back and for us to make a plan. What is your fleet's condition?"
"We have 2 Venetors heavily damaged and the rest either have mild to no damage. And we have lost half our fighters as of now." Urgently said by Kenobi.
"Ok, I'm sending men and supplies to you right now, let me take the front so I can take the damage if they send another attack." I calmly said to Kenobi.
"Men battle positions and set all power to front cannons and shields. Venators get into pincer position and get ready for an attack. Fighters get ready to launch." I commanded to all my Cruisers
"Master, if you could, could you add in your undamaged Venetors? " I wandered and directed with much mastery, I even made Obi-Wan himself visually impressed considering my inexperienced mind in life, and especially war. I even managed to make him smile.
"Getting in position now." Obi-Wan stated, still smiling.
"Understood, While you get everything fixed, I'll see if I can weaken their defenses, it seems as if they're in attack positions so we gotta be ready for anything." I said in deep thought.
"Ok, 10 to 13, I like those odds, makes it even, more so for the Sepies." I grinned.
"Now Saya, remember this is still a battle, don't be too cocky, you're starting to remind me of Anakin." Obi-Wan said with conviction.
"Yes Master, sorry about that." I answered to Obi-Wan, pulling back a little.
 Just then, many starfighters come from the enemy Cruisers, hundreds of them lightning fast, closing distance fast. 
"All right men, time for some fun. Obi-Wan, if you want to take command of my control center, I'll lead this fight." I said before Obi-Wan could respond.
"Ok- but Saya! Blast, maybe he's too much like Anikan." Obi-Wan said defeatedly.
As I get into the hangar I yell "Alright Wolfpack, let's get goin!" Then I hop into my modified Jedi A-wing.
We rush out from the center roof door along the Cruiser with my squadron aka The Wolfpack, with me leading my 23 fighters into battle and many more friendly's following from the hangars.
"Ok Wolfpack, let's make a break for them Cruisers, get as many of them gone as possible. 411 you ready?" I asked R2-411. R2-411 bleeps with readiness.
"Ok, time to blow them out of the sky, remember, stay in formation" I commanded.
"Yes sir!" The Clones bellowed.
 Then we hit the swarm with a mighty thundering sound of lasers flying through the emptiness of space seeing one after one of enemy fighter droids dropping all over the place. Me and my Wolfpack fly through all the 2 winged Vulture droids that look like each wing was sideways and has 2 prongs each side for wings. They were way more quick and maneuverable than us, but we had a duty to win, and we won't lose today. It's like a firework show, but you're dodging all the fireworks, and they're aiming right at you. While we are defending the Venator Cruisers, they're mostly firing at the Sepies Cruisers, slowly dwindling their energy shields down. 
"Boys, I have a plan, but I'll need yall to get back to the Cruisers." I urged
"Obi-Wan, how's the 2 heavily damaged Cruisers? We've been out for a long while. They should be good by now right?" I questioned Master Kenobi.
"They're about to come back into the fight, but one of our Cruisers is at a quarter shield, few good hits or bombing runs and it's gone, what's your plan Saya?" Obi-Wan said, perplexed.
"Just give me an opening to the left Separatist control center, that's all I need to get on that ship." I stated with confidence.
"I'll try my best, but don't be stupid Saya, we can't afford to lose you."
"Yeah yeah I know, just get me an opening please Master!" I begged.
 After the words fleeted from my mouth, all the Cruisers fired a hole through the droid fleet with friendly fighters also making way for me to get through. I blast the afterburners straight through the enemy swarm that's been lesson by the commotion, just barely being hidden by smoke from a just destroyed fighter straight into the leftmost control ship hanger landing with an explosive entry. And immediately I jump out, igniting both, my straight emerald green saber in my left, and my yellow saber with a curved hilt similar to the Count's hilt himself in my right. I'll face him again one day, it's inevitable, like me. I land and immediately cut a group of B1 battle droids heads off with my yellow saber facing out, giving me more reach, but as I start to take fire from the army that quickly form from my landing, I swiftly doge left to right almost able to doge the sight of a human eye. Left, pop goes the heads of 3, right, pop goes 5, jump through the air on an almost straight path through the thick of the army, spinning with a light show if one were to be an onlooker at this chaotic organization of flying red plasmic bolts going to a mix of yellow and green, then proceeding to fly straight back at the shooter with twice the velocity. I land on my feet with a thunderous "BOOM" with what seems like an explosion that incinerates half of the whole hanger with an electric yellow glow seeming like yellow lighting exploded from the epicenter of the explosion. When the smoke cleared, it seemed that everything within a 5 meter radius was completely incinerated, and everything within 40 meter radius was heavily damaged, and any technology within eye shot was either scrape or short-circuiting, but all B1 battle droids and super battle droids were out. 
I sighed with relief with little heavy breathing when I looked around me, but with no time to rest, 6 Vulture droid fighters came through the hanger's magnetic shield door, transforming to walk on its pronged wings like they were legs. They scanned me and started raining a flurry of red down onto me, but with my lightning fast reflexes, I raised my sabers to block the incoming hellfire from all six fighter's. Then came the flurry being deflected in any direction possible, and I could just barely see the 6 droids started to surround me by going behind my back, but I ain't done yet. As I'm blocking, jumping, spinning, twisting on a micrometer, I stomp with a mighty force, launching through the air, slowly spinning straight for a Vulture that has became the prey. Bolts whizzing by me, inches, centimeters near my skin, singeing my arm hairs to their roots. I land on top of the droid with a thunderous boom crunching where my foot had landed, driving my sabers straight through the brain of the story high droid, with a counterclockwise rotation around my back, dragging my sabers across the metal of the droid, I leap off the droid landing with the feathers and fly forward with a flashing dash slicing through 2 other droids legs, leaving gravity do its magical job. 3 down, 3 to go, but with little time left. I launch forward running on hairs dipping and dodging blots, I leap up slicing through one leg of a droid and pushing off of its gravity taken hull, coming down on another droid's leg, cutting with ease. I land like a leaf in the autumn skies, and launch with a swift leap, flying my yellow saber straight down the middle of the 6th and final droid with no time to spare.
 I land with caution, ready to fend off another foe, but none came at that second, so I took the opportunity and ran with it straight to where the main reactors should lie. I swiftly sprint with force leaps through the air to get to the reactor, the ship is 270th of a circle with a ball where the command center is, the middle is the only connected between the back of the ball and the inner back of the circle, that's where the reactor is, im at the left most side, may take me a minute to reach it, but I can get there without being seen. My plan was to quickly fix and rewrite a Vulture droid's code to go with my command, not going to be the best work but it will work, hopefully. I had to act fast because I knew there were going to be hundreds more droids to come to see the commotion, I'd say within the minute. The codes used on the droids are not the best, because of mass production, so It was an easy fix, I just needed it to fly a small bit. It comes back to life with a putt to its movement, I directed it to start flying while I'm on its back, putting the whole time with smoke, just what I needed. I start to move forward as fast as possible. As we get around the hundreds of battle droids below, I'm starting to speed up, and as I see the reactor room, I could hear B1's yell " HEY! STOP! YOUR GOING TO FAST" in their robotic voice. Before I hit the Shield covering the reactor room, I jump off to the left where the blast door is for the room. With the distraction of the droid smashing into the shield, I use this time to slowly cut through the blast doors with both sabers starting at the bottom of the door, going up and around to form a circle I can fit through. I was through within a Minute, unnoticed, or so I was led to believe. When I get into the reactor room, I throw explosives all over the reactors, with a detonation in T minus 1 minute. I fly out of the room, calling for 411 to bring my ship as fast as possible, 55. Running across the hanger, I'm spotted by the hundreds of battle droids, which immediately start firing right as they see me 50. The explosion of the fighter droid caused a chain to nearby explosive barrels, exploding more Vulture droids causing tons of smoke and fires to spread around the hangar area, 45. As I'm running, my yellow saber is blocking multiple bolts flying at me while I'm jumping, spinning, performing acrobatic movements while being shot by hundreds of droids, from B1's, to super's, to droideka's, all firing at me, adding to the smoke, 35. Running with young blood in my veins, I perform 1, 2, 3 long jumps and leap onto the side of a slanted destroyed Vulture droid, 30. I jump up, reaching for the cloudy sky just as 411 swoops in predictively shoving my hand into the side of the sharp A-wing hull, 25. I grab the side of the hull and pull myself up into the cockpit, grabbing the controls, 20. I spin to the exit with roughly 67° of the hanger I need to shoot out of, I fire the afterburners using the circumference of the circle and my fighters movment to my advantage, 15. Pushing forward, I am drifting an A-wing around the hangar of a Separatist capital ship skimming the walls centimeters away from an explosive fiery death, 10. I barely screamed out of the hanger, to be able to see a view of the capital ship flying stright for the other Sepie capital ship, 5. Im still firing the afterburners to try and attempt to get a safe distance away from the soon to be collision sight, 4. I let 411 take the control's, 3. I turn my head to look back, 2. I see the collision of the 2 270° hangers, 1. I watch as i get the view of a star being formed right infront of my eyes, and seeing many Sepie Cruisers being absolutely engulfed by the flames, and a blast wave decimating the Vulture droids… blast wave…. BLAST WAVE! Just then I'm thrown far, along with the debri. I manged to gain control of the craft and start performing advanced monuvers to avoid being hit by debrie that will demolishe me and my tiny fighter. 
"Saya, can you hear me? Saya?" Master Obi-Wan Kenobi pleaded.
"Yeah, yeah master, I'm good, I'm fine. Woo…!" I said with a sigh of relief.
Chapter 3
 The explosion had decimated the Separatist forces leaving 4 Cruisers sustaining heavy or mild damages, but with an opening, Obi-Wan and I travel to the ground along with Captain Cody to go for a large ground assault. Master Obi-Wan's plan was to drop in and gather our troops and split them between Obi-Wan and commander Cody. We were west, they were east. The Separatists had the high ground seeing as they had a cliff to their advantage. Flying in on gunships, we were taking heavy fire from their anti aircraft cannons. Commander Cody and I are debriefing the squad on the way to the rally point, seeing gunships after gunship falling to the rocky ground in a fiery explosive ball of red hot metal, and screams, with no plants in sight, just rocks, gunships, and red streaks flying by. Explosions booming right next to us with our doors right open. We have been ordered and ordering troops to stay far away from the mountain top gun fortifying the mountain top of the cliff, leaving that gun for the gunships and the best of the clone troopers, or ARC (Advanced Recon Commandos) troopers to deal with that later, seeing as a ground assault is too dangerous for us. As some of the clones have said, it's not an easy mission, but hops are high. 
"30 seconds until landing." A clone trooper yelled to me and Cody.
Cody starts with "All right, listen up! Maintain squad formations, 'A' squad, You're on me-" ZZZZZEEEROW- BOOOM!
"Where hit!" I yell "Everyone! Hold on!"
Before we hit the ground I leap out of the gunship with a backwards somersault, force pulling all the troops out of the burning fireball heading for the ground, grabbing all of the men, including the 2 pilots at the front, breaking through the windows. I land like rain from the sky, catching the troops I just pulled out with my powers and have them roughly land on the fluffy rocks next to our now downed gunship, no casualties yet. I rush over to take cover under our gunship on its left side behind enemy lines. I sit and meditate as they come up with a plan.
"What's the status lieutenant?" Cody asked
"5 injured thanks to General Saya, but that's not that bad news… Does that Rock look familiar?" The lieutenant asked.
"Yea, the mountain, right where we're not supposed to be." Said Cody
"General Kenobi ordered us not to try taking this section from the ground." The lieutenant regenerated back again with what was already established.
"That's what he said…but what would the general do if he were here?" Cody rhetorically asked.
"Saya sir, what do you think?" A trooper asked me somewhat desperately.
"I think Cody should take this one, I've got your back Cody." I answered with my legs crossed, eyes closed, slightly levitating over the rocks.
"Eight-Eight-Six-Seven through Eight-Eight-Six-Nine and Saya, fix your grapples and come with me. Everybody, prepare for covering fire." Cody ordered.
I get up, eyes still shut, ready to block anything coming our way.
"NOW!" Cody yells, sprinting across what is our no-man's-land
I open my eyes, ignite my Sabers, Green in left, yellow in right, and dash towards the now incoming blaster fire. I sense it, left side, block, right side, deflect, one for Cody, deflected. We get to some stalagmites at the bottom of the mountain, sustaining heavy fire, I pose as a distraction for all the fire, deflecting as many blots as I can back at the metal men. One troop trips and falls, pow, bolt straight through the head. Cody and the men shoot the grappling hooks up towards the top of the mountain and start climbing. I jump from my spot reigniting my sabers, driving them through the mountain side, helping me grab hold with my feet. And when I look up, I see a grapple fall behind me. I tried to grab the rope but I was too late. When I managed to obtain it, he had already hit the ground. Another tragedy, one that never had to happen, life being wasted away. I look up, a droid stairs emotionlessly down into my emotion filled eyes. A blue bolt shoots past me, impacting the droid's head, sending the body backwards.
Cody and the other clone rises from the cliff side as I leap up from the side, landing in front of the clones and immediately start deflecting with my 2 sabers having nothing pass. Cody takes this opportunity to run around my defense and attacks the droids head on, bashing one droid with the butt of his rifle and swinging his rifle at another, destroying both of them. The droid manning the anti aircraft gun turns and aims at Cody. Instinctively I jump in front of the cannon as it fires, I deflect the large bolt away with my right yellow saber, knocking my body to the right, making me stumble. But with the motion throwing me to the right, I use the momentum to throw my green saber with my left hand, impaling the droid in the metal chest. Cody then hops onto the turret, points the gun at the droids firing at our men, and lets loose, destroying all in its reticle.
"Thanks General, I owe you one, ill getcha next time." Cody said slowly getting off the turret.
"You're alright my friend, just pay it forward, let's go see how Obi-Wan did." I slightly worried, staring off to the north.
 We group up at the randevu, where we have set base camp on the planet in a small raven a bit away from where we captured the cliff with some makeshift scouting towers dotted around our position. Obi-Wan had more resistance than what he had anticipated, he was a little banged up, but he was fine in the end. This was a huge victory seeing as we have been able to set base on a planet that allows us to get resources through this hyperspace route and onto parts of the army past this point. Before, General Grievous snipped our route to where we couldn't get resources to our army on the other side from Coruscant. 
Chapter 4
 12 hours later, we have rested and have managed to build up a good base incase of a surprise attack. We are still fighting a few fronts of Separatist holdouts with a fortress a few klicks west, or about 4 miles west. 
I sit in my tent meditating, reflecting back on the weeks events, and what Ahsoka was doing back at the temple, training hard. I recite what I did with an almost overwhelming amount of blaster fire attempting to fly into me, how I was just mostly averting the blots away from me and not in a direction that would benefit me most.
 The ground started to shake out of nowhere, breaking my peace. I rush out of my tent, only to be met with a face full of B2 battle droid. I jump back over my tent flipping onto my feet as I see my tent being lit into flames from heavy bolt fire flying at me. Igniting both my sabers, I deflect the incoming fire away from me up into the sky as much as I physically could. I took a glance around, it was becoming more sunlit as we fought. It was a slaughter, clones dying left and right, Kenobi was on the Command ship getting patched, so it was just me, and the clones down here, being manicured. With a swift right step, I change lightsaber form, combining my form 3, (defensive form blocking anything coming way, and either making, or waiting for an opening to strike) with a combination of form 2 (saber to saber form, putting least amount or saber movement and preferring precise efficient movements) and form 4 (saber from using the force to enhance physical abilities, and heavily utilizing fast acrobatic movements to move around and disorient the opponents, using wide sweeping saber movements to block and hit targets) I use the power if the many bolts to propel my body onto my right leg, crouching down and taking a huge lead in to the air. Looking around like it is moving in stop motion, I see thousands of droids around, completely outnumbering my men. Glancing down where I had jumped from, there seems to be a super battle droid rising from the ground, looking as if it has been there for at least a few days. Time seems to start like normal again, immediately I have to block bolts coming for my body, twisting, turning, deflecting every. single. bolt. right to another droid. I can't have any more unneeded deaths in my hands. I land with an impactful explosion of yellow lighting, rendering half of the electronics on the field obsolete. Shots fire over the wall, exploding near me. 
"Everyone, Retreat!" I yelled into the comms.
I ran towards the lieutenant that I had survived the crash with, he was running for a troop transport.
"Get to the ships, return to the Venators! Get Kenobi and relay what has happened!" Urgency blowing through my voice.
 I push him into the ship as it takes off. As it's doing so, I force push it away from the field as to be in less danger of being shot down. But rockets fly through the air, I reach through the force and grab onto the hurdling death traps, I grab 1, 2, crash them into one another, 3, grab, 4, grab, 5, miss. ERRROW… BOOOM! With a hopeless explosion, the ship bursts into an explosive ball of fire, right in front of my eyes, out of my grasp. Shots fly past my head from behind me, I ignite my sunlit yellow saber to block incoming bolts. No men, only metal remains, and it wants me dead. I dash for my ship on the other side of the airstrip, luckily barely touched from this horrible surprise party that invited everyone I very much dislike. Hopping into my A-wing, I lift-off dogging left, right, up, down, roll left, roll right, barely being passed by on all sides by cannon fire. When I reach the point past the clouds, there's a whole war above. Separatist forces have surprised Kenobi with an overwhelming number of ships, putting our war torn 12 Venators against 16 Munificent class Cruisers. We were greatly out matched. But the time I was in space we had lost 3 Vectors compared to there 1 lost. Droids noticed me coming from the planet and started to verge onto my position. 
"Obi-Wan! You there? Can you hear me?" I yelled, pulling evasive maneuvers.
"Saya, is that you?" Kenobi asked.
"Yes, we got surprised on the ground, seems the same happened here." I rushingly said.
"Yes, they came out of nowh-" Kenobi is cut off by a blaring siren from my cockpit.
"Wait, my ship is damaged, it's starting up my hyperdrive, 411 can you fix it?" I said dipping left and right while trying to stop the hyperdrive activation.
With a few bleeps of fear, I understand what's happening.
"When I was thrown from the capital ship explosive wave, I must have been hit near the hyperdrive, and explosions from my escape, along with the maneuvers I have been pulling, it may have caused damage that is registering a hyperdrive activation. Master Obi-Wan, I don't know, I-I don't know what to do!" I claimed with fear in my eyes.
"Can you deactivate the hyperdrive at all 411?" Kenobi asked
411 bleeps with a sad toon.
"Blast, Saya, does it say where you're going?"
"N- No, my council just says ERROR." I stated, now with much fear in my voice.
 I managed to steer my craft into the position of the hyperspace lane. 
"Tell Ahsoka good bye if I don't-" I get cut off when the the hyperdrive powered up woth a vvvvvvvvvvvVVVVERRRRRRR PEEOW, and just like that, me, my A-wing, and R2-411, are gone.
Chapter 5
 It's been days since the battle, mabe 2 or 3 days. Luckily I always keep many ration bars in my fighter to last me a good few days, along with my extra water and my ability to go into a deep meditative state, conserving food and water. Keeping me company is my meditation and 411. We have almost hit some unknown objects, could have been planets, asteroids, other ships, but we seem to be staying in hyperspace lanes luckily, or I would have been dead a long time ago. My class 2 hyperdrive could have taken me all over the galaxy by now, I could be heading towards Coruscant right now for all I know. 
My hyperdrive warning kicked on, showing that there is a massive gravity force in my path. The console flashed with big red dangerous letters "Exiting Hyperdrive" on the screen.
"YES! FINALLY!" I yelled with excitement.
 I watch through the glass to see a barren looking planet, and a similar looking moon, a moon I was heading to. I was moving fast, as I entered the moon's atmosphere, Im grabbing the controls, barely anything. My craft is red hot from the rate at which I'm coming in on. I'm grabbing the stick, pulling back as much as I can, as to try and save myself and 411 from a fiery death. I scraped by a big rocky mountain dealing more damage to my A-wing. 
"HOLD ON 411!"
"Come ooooon. Pull pull pullllll…. Ahhhhhhhhh!!!-" VERRROW BOOOOSH!!! The crash landing sounded like a bomb flying through the air, then landing on its target. I try to get from my seat just to find my strap and window will not open. Using my saber I cut off my seat strap and broke the window from the hinges and leaped out, taking 411 from the craft, swiftly landing on a tall mountainous rock. The craft seemed to have pushed through the land 50 meters from the initial impact spot. The area I was in seemed to be very rocky terrain with many rocky canyons and huge rocks that are almost mountainous. The sun was close to setting down for the night but was still a good hour away from sleeping.
 With the force by my side, I felt a very uneasy sensation telling me to stay out of sight. I duck down on the tall skinny rock taking 411 down with me. 411 confusingly bleeps when I do so. "Hey, I have a feeling right now, just keep quiet real quick, there's somebody coming. Trust me." Me and 411 peer over the edge looming over my crashed ship just as a group of 6 men in full armor covering their whole body fly in with jetpacks strapped to their backs, blasters in hand. As they land, they search around my wreckage, presumably looking for survivors. One seems to be ordering the others around, pointing at one to look in one direction, another a different direction, and scanning around for the unexpected visitor. I look down at my Wrist link, my distress signal wasn't sent, I guess that was damaged from entering the planet at such high speed with no deflector shields surrounding the ship like a protective blanket. 
"Blast, 411, what's your S.O.S signal situation, did it go through?" 411 beeps with a little drama like I should know it didn't go through.
"Well sorry for busting your rusty bolts you rowdy rancor, better to try than to just give up mister sassy pants. Maybe I should wipe your memory for a change, see how you like it."
"Now shush, don't want them to find us spying on them, won't look too good." I demand. "Now here, in case we get caught, I don't want them to know I'm a Jedi, so here, take my sabers, I'm not gonna need them anyways." I said shoving my lightsabers into 411's storage compartment and looking towards the crash again.
 Just then the suit of armor that had been commanding his squad bursts up into my view right on my face out of hyperspace blue. 
"Ah, found ya trespassers, you 2 are coming with me." Demanded the Mandalorian with a snickering sound in his voice as the others rise from the portal of the abyss from down below.
 It was a good thing my ropes where in the tent back on Sarrish, or this may have been an even worse situation, Mangalorians like them hate Jedi with a passion, and it's a good thing I always have a broken blaster in 411 for any cases where I need to blend in with a crowd or pose as a normal civilian; although, the ability to become a civilian at any point is great, I've had little need to do so much. I'm quite popular with the people for being one who tries to connect with the population as a fellow citizen. So I rarely stay in the temple for too long. I love being with the people and learning skills without the force, like being a mechanic, electrician, public speaker, security guard, an all around great person to talk with about anything. I'm quite known on all levels of Coruscant for being one of the most friendly Jedi to be around. Right now though, I need to focus on not being caught, at least That's what my gut is telling me. After they searched my character for any weapons and found the broken blaster that 411 had put in my holster where my lightsaber usually is, they were satisfied and pushed us into one of their big Kom'rk Mark 1 class Mandalorian starfightetransport ship. 
(Look in comments for 6th)
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2023.06.01 17:17 partoftheplan4 CSA for latebloomers

Recently I have put the pieces together and reflecting on them makes all the sense in the world. Maybe some of you have similar stories. I am GenX which means my parents were flower children. They had this pie in the sky delirium that only comphet families could be happy and successful. I wasn't built that way, always left of center, tomboy, I latched on to my bestie in preschool and never let go. She was hurt. I remember her telling me when we were tiny what had happened. So then I was 11 with boobs and no idea what to do with them, this guy from the neighborhood a few years older would come over, never kissing, just feeling me up, I told mom. She made it my fault and shamed me. A friend's dad felt me up, I was told I was "blowing it out of proportion". Then I was 12. Precocious, and my bestie was my first French kiss. That was AWESOME. I went to camp and practiced some more. Loved frenching and the power I felt kissing people. All the people. Turns out a 36C gets ya lots of kisses. So then I was 13 and this is where it gets weird. We moved to a very small k-12 school all in the same building. I caught the eye of a senior. Our parents saw nothing wrong with us hanging out watching movies under blankets and he did things I hadn't experienced before. Didn't like it or him that much, but he was my ride home and ticket to freedom. There was a field trip where another senior did some other "new" things on the bus only a week after I turned 13. He had a mustache. Went to camp again the following summer and that's when I decided I liked girls WAY BETTER than icky stinky boys with mustaches. So I assimilated into the queer culture of the camp counselors. 1 of them had been my favorite riding instructor and 1 of them became a predator. She literally was a "known pedophile " as stated by our family attorney. Things went sideways and I was not only victimized at 12-14 by these women, but ultimately taken away from the only place in the world I felt safe. My parents had to lawyer up to regain custody from the "known pedophile " and I absolutely was not allowed any contact, I couldn't walk my dog around the block even due to the pervasive influence this woman had on my life and dhs/cps. So the fact that I was gay was not allowed even a little bit. Mama read baby names and bought bridal magazines, she ENFORCED how to housewife by winning a Goodhousekeeping contest and attending every hostess party in a 5 County radius. By the time I was 18, I was good at masking hetero to make mama and daddy happy in apology for my summer of unfortunate incarceration with the pedophile riding instructor. Oops. So to leave my small town, and have a chance at college, I swung the trapeze bars from guy to guy to husband without looking back. Forbidden. Not allowed. "Gay people aren't happy," she said. Now my bestie is on the same track, married a year later and we enter babyhood as we are expected to do in our "good societies." We were broken inside from previous traumas that we didn't even know would shade our futures...we were just busy living our expectations. I came out to my husband a few years later. He supports me. I love him for the person he is and it's his heart not his parts that have kept it together for 23 years. (Never have to buy batteries either). I LONG to know what life would have been if I had been able to grow up purely gold star lesbo...I think of that life every day and wish to be in the company of a woman that will accept all of me while I finish unpacking a little bit more of this puzzle. I'm trying to sort out, and maybe someone will know the answer here, if I need to just keep it movin forward, or how much more looking back and reflecting is necessary as I enter the 2nd half of my life. Like can I just move on from that evening at horsecamp that changed every single other thing for eternity? Or do I need to find a very competent therapist to help the unraveling? I have anger that my entire family let me hang out with seniors for the sake of ride sharing and entertainment when I was only 13. I had no boundaries at that age and knew I'd be shamed if I said anything. So horsecamp didn't have boundaries either. Now I'm locked up like ft Knox with the exception of my bestie who is my absolute everything in all her brokenness too. I also need to state, I'm not blaming mom for my mess, but the patterns were established by her before I knew what was happening. So therapy to rehash? Or keep moving forward? Thank you for reading.
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2023.06.01 17:16 BidGroundbreaking577 What is a hopeful mindset?

A mindset is a way of seeing the world, a worldview or world perspective. It is a set of beliefs and values about how the world works and our place in it. For the most part our mindsets develop without our conscious awareness. As we grow up we adopt beliefs or draw conclusions about how things work. There are many sources that influence this process: family, society, culture, personal experience, and so on. We who are part of Western Civilization have naturally been heavily influenced by the belief systems that are at its foundation. Our personal values arise out of the interaction of these factors. This is how our default mindsets are formed.

Looking to Nature

The Hopeful Mindset looks at this process and looks at how the values inherent in western mindsets are primarily based on a mistaken assumption about the nature of the world and our place in it. It then looks to how natural systems operate in search of a more reliable source for understanding our predicament. In doing so a system of values arises that is consistent with the fundamental nature of our interdependent world. These values are hopeful because they are aligned with the nature of our existence and, therefore, support the achievement of goals based on an interdependent view of the world.
The Hopeful Mindset is grounded in Biology and the fundamental principle that human being must meet certain needs to survive and thrive.
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