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Summary For: Weekly Question Thread (8/17/2020 to 8/23/2020)

2020.08.24 14:43 Army_Bot Summary For: Weekly Question Thread (8/17/2020 to 8/23/2020)

I've read a lot on here about COVID affecting BCT and the changes that have been made there, but does anyone know roughly what to expect at OCS because of this? I leave for BCT then OCS in less than a month
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What are the policies that govern AIT drill sergeant???
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One of the NCOs in my plt is dating a spc(p) in a different brigade. Is this okay since it’s a Promotable? The Spc(p) has a BLC hard slot next month and is getting medboarded. Just trying to help my fellow NCO out.
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Can anyone let me know if airborne school is still super locked down with no pt, no leaving, no doing anything basically? I leave next week to start my quarantine and want to know what level of dumb to expect.
Side note but fuck COVID this is my 3rd god damn school date.
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Can you drop a 4187 to voluntary reclass from a balanced MOS to an under strength MOS? Or is it only Over strength to under strength?
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Anyone know the process for going Blue (USAF) to Green to attend SFAS? Can’t find any concrete info besides you get selected to make the transfer, then attend Basic then Selection. So is the contract 11b or 18x? Since there’s minor differences in the pipeline for them.
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Looking for any updates on 17C phase 2 training at Ft Gordon.
Haven't been able to find anything reflecting the current environment with COVID but really the main thing I'm looking for is daily schedule for MOS-Ts. Read a thread dated about a year ago saying we PT 0530 - 0630 and class 0900 - 1600. Is that still the case? Seems trivial but it'll go a long way in helping determine where the family and I settle down at while we're there.
TIA!
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Short background. I wanted to join the AF as an airborne linguist, but long story short that branch FUCKED me over, so I joined the Army as a 35P instead.
Currently at DLI and I heard a careerist talking about how he's going to be doing "airborne recon" or something like that, basically the regular linguist shit, but from a plane? I didn't bug him with 1000 questions cause we were just leaving PT.
Anyone know more about this, or how I could do something like this? What qualifications I need, etc?
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my sister took a practice AFQT test online and got a 52%, do you think she would pass the asvab?
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Thinking about doing an inter-service transfer. Leaving Japan pretty soon so I'll be able to talk to a proper recruiter pretty soon once I'm back in the states. Is there a way I can find out if there are openings for aviation related MOS for an E-5 before speaking to one?
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Leaving my job as hotshot crew member and just signed a 3 year 68W contract as an E-4 yesterday through the ACASP program since I’m already an Advanced EMT, I was told that I was going to be stationed at Fort Riley which I thought was kind of odd since I was under the impression that you don’t find out where you’re going until after basic.. anyways, I was just curious if someone can let me know what to expect as far as Fort Riley goes. I enjoy running up mountains/trail running on my spare time, lifting weights, drinking at bars, eating out, and hunting. I ship out early October and may get option 40 or option 4 added before I ship since I thoroughly enjoy getting my ass kicked with pt’s and getting mentally challenged.
P.s... boy there were some creatures at MEPS with me signing contracts. I hope the military whips them into shape lol
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Does anyone know how often a 68 series (minus 68W) MOS is available for initial enlistment contracts? I'm looking to join the army in the 68 series and would like an estimate on my wait time for shipping out to basic.
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I'm having trouble with DTS. I was told that reservists get something like .51c a mile traveling to their duty station for drill. Every time i try to create the local voucher and enter "home to duty station" it errors out and doesn't accept the miles. Anyone know anything about the system? I'm going 213 miles each way and i feel like its worth giving it a shot.
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Graduated this year, ship out in September. Pretty excited & nervous! I currently work 2 jobs and rely on caffeine to get through the day and a vape/chew to keep me relaxed. I don’t necessarily over do it ( 1 coffee in the morning and an occasional energy drink, 1 bottle of vape juice last me months) not so much worried about caffeine addiction effecting me I mean it’s just a headache and lethargy for a few days. But I have been using nicotine for 3 years and can’t shake it, that’s why I’m glad I’m going to bootcamp so I can force myself off and not pick it back up. But I’ve made myself to comfortable by using both daily, anyone ship to bootcamp in the same boat as me? How bad are the withdrawals?
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Three questions I have
  1. Can I bring an eye mask and/ or earplugs to basic, for sleep?
  2. I’m gonna be in Arizona for AIT in December. Wanted to buy plane tickets early on (like this month) to save money, and was wondering if anyone had an estimate (roughly) of usually when the day or week is that we’re allowed to go home? (Or if we are at all)
  3. Once I get to basic next month, are we gonna be paid normally during quarantine, or is it going to start after the 14 or so days?
Thanks in advance, and sorry if any of the questions sound stupid.
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Can servicemembers travel to California, either to PCS or for ordinary leave? The defense.mil site isn’t giving me a clear answer.
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Desperately need help improving my 2 mile time. I need to run about a minute or so faster to hit the minimum. Any help plz
Sincerely,
A short fat body
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This week I will be drafting my personal statement for a moral waiver, which I will revise with my recruiter before submitting. My recruiter said that I should first describe the incident of my arrest and explain the charges, and second, reflect on the arrest and share what I have done to develop my moral character since then. They want to know I won't get in trouble again. The statement should be specific, clear and concise.
While these instructions are clear enough, I do have some questions for which I would like additional input, ideally from someone who is familiar with successful moral waivers:
  1. Should I state why I want to join the Army? Broadly speaking, I love America and feel that my personal statement should include some reflection on the importance of the Constitution and the necessity for people to defend it. More specifically, I want to enlist as an infantryman, attend the SF Q-course, and become part of an ODA.
  2. Should I make any argument for how I would be an asset to the Army? In theory, military decisions boil down to either improving or utilizing a nation's war-fighting capabilities. As such, it makes sense to me that I should incorporate some sort of argument or demonstration that my value-added will surpass my limiting factors, and that my efforts to enlist are made in cognizance of this.
Essentially I want to know if there have been positive consequences for including these things in statements, or if they are redundant. I don't want to put anything in the statement that does not need to be there or that will not help my case. All things considered, I am fairly confident that my waiver will be accepted but I want to make sure to write the best statement possible.
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Hey guys, Question regarding moral waivers. I have been waiting for a moral waiver. My recruiter just sent me an email saying I won’t probably have it processed during this fiscal year. How long does it normally take for these to get reviewed. He is leaving me in the dark it feels like
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Currently in AIT... it’s been about 4 months before I become semi-permanent party when I PCS to my phase II location (Fort Bliss) for 68C. If I went to sick call about a thyroid or hormonal problem (which I suspect), and I have a thyroid disease or disorder, will I be chaptered out of the army? I want to look out for my health and lately I haven’t feeling well. I might even have low testosterone levels right now.
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Got a 4-day coming up and I'm stationed at JBLM. Was wondering if anyone has any kickass ideas for the weekend? Aside from the obvious. Canada is off limits. Seattle sucks with covid around. I was thinking perhaps a run down to Oregon? My buddy and I are big into camping/hiking.
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I will be leaving to basic at the end of September and was wondering how voting will work while i am there. I am from Texas and will be going to Fort Sill, I have only ever voted in person and would like some info on if there even is a way to vote from basic training. Thanks!
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Hi, I’m considering joining as 42R. I haven’t started the process yet because I’m worried about Covid outbreak during BCT. What kind of precautions are in place and has there been many positive cases? I’m a wind player so having my lungs is kind of important. Also if anyone is 42R and can answer how long the audition/selection process takes it would be super helpful. Do i have to schedule an audition pretty soon after i get the audition packet? Thank you!
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What's it like as a reservist DS? I got out 4 years ago as an 11b and had a recruiter contact me about getting back in as a DS
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Has anyone had issues with Armed Forces Bank? My recruiter set me up with them and I opened my account over a month ago and now it doesn’t exist. I’m thinking about going to Navy Federal
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Do you need a car on Fort Jackson, SC? Staying in the hotels for BOLC for ~4months and def don’t wanna drive cross country. But also don’t wanna miss my car when I’m there.
Is it assumed that you won’t have a car as far as daily work, class, training is concerned?
And finally, hows life there without a car on weekends, etc?
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Today I went to do my medical at MEPS and now I have to get an eye exam next week due to high myopia. My right eye is -9.5 and my left eye is -8.25...and I'm really worried I might get DQ from enlisting...I got a decent ASVAB scores, passed all my other medical stuff, and the MOS I'm currently pursuing is 35F in the Army. Should I be worried and brace myself the worse case scenario of getting DQ? And if I do get DQ, should I do lasik surgery then? Thank you again for reading this post.
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I feel lost. I’m a SPC(P)/TL waiting on BLC and points. I am not sure where I want to go in terms of duty station, reclass etc.
Currently, a 31B which I don’t hate but having a family and working all these BS shifts with next to no family time because force com is first. I have ponder CID (but again probably no family time, since people can’t stop from murdering each other or touching each other; looking at you Hood)
I’m going to school for Cyber Security so I would like to ultimately like something IT related civilian side. Although my ST/GT score is about 3 pts below the requirements for 17C. Thought about 25B, since that’d be an introduction to IT. And I meet all the requirements. My contract is up in mid 2022. Also thought about being a 42A.
As for duty station. I want something with cooler weather. I have thought about Alaska, JBLM, or Hawaii. I love TX, call me a little bitch but +100 degree heat isn’t for me or the family. Did it in CA and it sucked!
Break Down:
Submit a packet and try for CID (not sure about a TS clearance, nothing crazy bad)
Reclass to 17C, 25B or 42A?
Whats a nice duty station to be at? We our outdoorsy type people but we need some grass and trees (no not like Bragg)
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Can anyone answer- since I’m going to BCT during the election and I’m a Georgia resident are there voting machines on base? Am I allowed to vote during the middle or training? Also will they allow us to watch the election results? Thanks in advance
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Trying to select best possible MEPS date that will domino into a ship date for Basic so that when I tell work (and they freak out) I can gently say don’t worry here is a long term transition plan. However, I can’t seem to find any sort of calendar that details out anything in FY2021. Am I being dumb for trying to google this and assuming drill dates/whatnot are public information? I sent an email to my recruiter which will most probably make his eyes roll asking for a relative timeline since I acknowledge we are knee deep in a pandemic casually so nothing is set in stone; however, I really am trying to mitigate my work plan.
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A friend of mine (stationed in Europe) is soon going to attend the Sniper Course at Fort Benning.
Are there any restrictions due to COVID when it comes to pt, leaving base and such?
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I am planning on enlisting, the mos I really want is 25B. There aren’t any contracts available for 25B. The recruiter said 25U is available. Do you think that 25U would translate well in the civilian world compared to 25B. I’m looking to get experience out of the job.
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Prior service E5 going to FLW for CBRN reclass. Should I leave my golf clubs at home?
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Hey fellas,I want to join the army and choose job 35m, but was told it's not open for me because i have a color vision deficiency and they said waivers are impossible. Has anyone had success or know someone with success on getting in initially or eventually? I would really like a glimmer of hope to be rekindled..
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I have a friend of mine PCSing to my post early next year. Is it possible to see if he can get pulled into my unit? I don't know where to look and I'd like to have a general idea before bringing it up to unit leadership. I understand it would take some string pulling of higher ups among other things such as manning.
I glanced at AR 600-8-8 and haven't found where to look into other than that.
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So I’ve been talking to a recruiter and I am most likely going to be joining sometime in January. Originally I was planning on getting an Option 40 contract, but my recruiter told me that it’s very unlikely I could get one and should just wait till I get to OSUT and talk to a ranger recruiter there. I am 100% sure as of now that I want to try and get into bat. Should I wait out the Option 40 or just join as an 11x and get in contact with a ranger recruiter later?
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My friend wants to join the Air Force. He is fluent in Mandarin but is not a citizen yet. Does he have a shot as a cryptolinguist? He is majoring in Finance and plans to become a commercial pilot one day.
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Going to Kuwait with NG unit. Do I get HOR BAH? I live in an apartment with a roommate with only 3 months left on the lease, there's no way we're going to be able to sublease or break it for my roommate. No dependents.
I think the answer is no, but I just want to be sure.
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24yr old college graduate (shitty gpa, like 2.9 or something in business). I scored a 95 on the ASVAB and my recruiter told me I qualified for any job. I told him I wanted 11x and he was strongly against it. My family is also not too happy about it either. Is it really that bad of a decision?
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I'm interested in joining, but hereditary chronic hep B is holding me back. This condition is incurable. It's treatable with daily pills and does not physically limit me. From what internet searches have revealed, MEPS' blood test looks for HIV, hemoglobin (HGB), hematocrit (HCT), RPR, and alcohol (https://www.thebalancecareers.com/meps-at-a-glance-3354039). My HGB & HCT are in normal ranges.
I don't have cirrhosis or liver abnormalities; my liver is functional. According to some other sites proper liver function with hep C, which is curable, meets standards for MEPS (https://www.military.com/join-armed-forces/disqualifiers-medical-conditions.html).
I asked a recruiter about having hep B and they pointed out how chronic hep B is disqualifying, but they said I would never know for sure until I go to MEPS.
Can I still join? Would it be possible to get a waiver for this?
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I have a few questions. I started off Army Guard (35F and 35M), went Navy Reserve (35S, they call it CTR) but coming back to Army Guard (35L).
1) I have to go to Airborne school. What is their current standard? Are they using the new PT test? 2) Before I got out, I did WLC, and SSD 1. As an E6, what is the current NCOES expectation for me? 3) When are they all moving to the new PT test for record?
Thanks.
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Any 19D that could give me a rundown? What to expect and be prepared for? OSUT advice? Anything about 19D I should know?
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Does anyone possibly know which battalion a private 37F in BCT at Fort Leonard Wood would be in? I want to send my husband a letter with sandboxx but I missed the part of the 30 second phone call where he said which battalion he is in. If it’s too hard to pin down I’ll just wait to hear from him again but if someone knows for fact which battalion 37F’s in Fort Leonard Wood are in I’d really appreciate that being shared.
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How did Covid 19 affect fort jackson?
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2020.08.24 14:43 Army_Bot Summary For: Weekly Question Thread (8/17/2020 to 8/23/2020)

I've read a lot on here about COVID affecting BCT and the changes that have been made there, but does anyone know roughly what to expect at OCS because of this? I leave for BCT then OCS in less than a month
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What are the policies that govern AIT drill sergeant???
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One of the NCOs in my plt is dating a spc(p) in a different brigade. Is this okay since it’s a Promotable? The Spc(p) has a BLC hard slot next month and is getting medboarded. Just trying to help my fellow NCO out.
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Can anyone let me know if airborne school is still super locked down with no pt, no leaving, no doing anything basically? I leave next week to start my quarantine and want to know what level of dumb to expect.
Side note but fuck COVID this is my 3rd god damn school date.
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Can you drop a 4187 to voluntary reclass from a balanced MOS to an under strength MOS? Or is it only Over strength to under strength?
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Anyone know the process for going Blue (USAF) to Green to attend SFAS? Can’t find any concrete info besides you get selected to make the transfer, then attend Basic then Selection. So is the contract 11b or 18x? Since there’s minor differences in the pipeline for them.
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Looking for any updates on 17C phase 2 training at Ft Gordon.
Haven't been able to find anything reflecting the current environment with COVID but really the main thing I'm looking for is daily schedule for MOS-Ts. Read a thread dated about a year ago saying we PT 0530 - 0630 and class 0900 - 1600. Is that still the case? Seems trivial but it'll go a long way in helping determine where the family and I settle down at while we're there.
TIA!
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Short background. I wanted to join the AF as an airborne linguist, but long story short that branch FUCKED me over, so I joined the Army as a 35P instead.
Currently at DLI and I heard a careerist talking about how he's going to be doing "airborne recon" or something like that, basically the regular linguist shit, but from a plane? I didn't bug him with 1000 questions cause we were just leaving PT.
Anyone know more about this, or how I could do something like this? What qualifications I need, etc?
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my sister took a practice AFQT test online and got a 52%, do you think she would pass the asvab?
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Thinking about doing an inter-service transfer. Leaving Japan pretty soon so I'll be able to talk to a proper recruiter pretty soon once I'm back in the states. Is there a way I can find out if there are openings for aviation related MOS for an E-5 before speaking to one?
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Leaving my job as hotshot crew member and just signed a 3 year 68W contract as an E-4 yesterday through the ACASP program since I’m already an Advanced EMT, I was told that I was going to be stationed at Fort Riley which I thought was kind of odd since I was under the impression that you don’t find out where you’re going until after basic.. anyways, I was just curious if someone can let me know what to expect as far as Fort Riley goes. I enjoy running up mountains/trail running on my spare time, lifting weights, drinking at bars, eating out, and hunting. I ship out early October and may get option 40 or option 4 added before I ship since I thoroughly enjoy getting my ass kicked with pt’s and getting mentally challenged.
P.s... boy there were some creatures at MEPS with me signing contracts. I hope the military whips them into shape lol
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Does anyone know how often a 68 series (minus 68W) MOS is available for initial enlistment contracts? I'm looking to join the army in the 68 series and would like an estimate on my wait time for shipping out to basic.
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I'm having trouble with DTS. I was told that reservists get something like .51c a mile traveling to their duty station for drill. Every time i try to create the local voucher and enter "home to duty station" it errors out and doesn't accept the miles. Anyone know anything about the system? I'm going 213 miles each way and i feel like its worth giving it a shot.
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Graduated this year, ship out in September. Pretty excited & nervous! I currently work 2 jobs and rely on caffeine to get through the day and a vape/chew to keep me relaxed. I don’t necessarily over do it ( 1 coffee in the morning and an occasional energy drink, 1 bottle of vape juice last me months) not so much worried about caffeine addiction effecting me I mean it’s just a headache and lethargy for a few days. But I have been using nicotine for 3 years and can’t shake it, that’s why I’m glad I’m going to bootcamp so I can force myself off and not pick it back up. But I’ve made myself to comfortable by using both daily, anyone ship to bootcamp in the same boat as me? How bad are the withdrawals?
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Three questions I have
  1. Can I bring an eye mask and/ or earplugs to basic, for sleep?
  2. I’m gonna be in Arizona for AIT in December. Wanted to buy plane tickets early on (like this month) to save money, and was wondering if anyone had an estimate (roughly) of usually when the day or week is that we’re allowed to go home? (Or if we are at all)
  3. Once I get to basic next month, are we gonna be paid normally during quarantine, or is it going to start after the 14 or so days?
Thanks in advance, and sorry if any of the questions sound stupid.
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Can servicemembers travel to California, either to PCS or for ordinary leave? The defense.mil site isn’t giving me a clear answer.
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Desperately need help improving my 2 mile time. I need to run about a minute or so faster to hit the minimum. Any help plz
Sincerely,
A short fat body
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This week I will be drafting my personal statement for a moral waiver, which I will revise with my recruiter before submitting. My recruiter said that I should first describe the incident of my arrest and explain the charges, and second, reflect on the arrest and share what I have done to develop my moral character since then. They want to know I won't get in trouble again. The statement should be specific, clear and concise.
While these instructions are clear enough, I do have some questions for which I would like additional input, ideally from someone who is familiar with successful moral waivers:
  1. Should I state why I want to join the Army? Broadly speaking, I love America and feel that my personal statement should include some reflection on the importance of the Constitution and the necessity for people to defend it. More specifically, I want to enlist as an infantryman, attend the SF Q-course, and become part of an ODA.
  2. Should I make any argument for how I would be an asset to the Army? In theory, military decisions boil down to either improving or utilizing a nation's war-fighting capabilities. As such, it makes sense to me that I should incorporate some sort of argument or demonstration that my value-added will surpass my limiting factors, and that my efforts to enlist are made in cognizance of this.
Essentially I want to know if there have been positive consequences for including these things in statements, or if they are redundant. I don't want to put anything in the statement that does not need to be there or that will not help my case. All things considered, I am fairly confident that my waiver will be accepted but I want to make sure to write the best statement possible.
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Hey guys, Question regarding moral waivers. I have been waiting for a moral waiver. My recruiter just sent me an email saying I won’t probably have it processed during this fiscal year. How long does it normally take for these to get reviewed. He is leaving me in the dark it feels like
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Currently in AIT... it’s been about 4 months before I become semi-permanent party when I PCS to my phase II location (Fort Bliss) for 68C. If I went to sick call about a thyroid or hormonal problem (which I suspect), and I have a thyroid disease or disorder, will I be chaptered out of the army? I want to look out for my health and lately I haven’t feeling well. I might even have low testosterone levels right now.
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Got a 4-day coming up and I'm stationed at JBLM. Was wondering if anyone has any kickass ideas for the weekend? Aside from the obvious. Canada is off limits. Seattle sucks with covid around. I was thinking perhaps a run down to Oregon? My buddy and I are big into camping/hiking.
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I will be leaving to basic at the end of September and was wondering how voting will work while i am there. I am from Texas and will be going to Fort Sill, I have only ever voted in person and would like some info on if there even is a way to vote from basic training. Thanks!
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Hi, I’m considering joining as 42R. I haven’t started the process yet because I’m worried about Covid outbreak during BCT. What kind of precautions are in place and has there been many positive cases? I’m a wind player so having my lungs is kind of important. Also if anyone is 42R and can answer how long the audition/selection process takes it would be super helpful. Do i have to schedule an audition pretty soon after i get the audition packet? Thank you!
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What's it like as a reservist DS? I got out 4 years ago as an 11b and had a recruiter contact me about getting back in as a DS
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Has anyone had issues with Armed Forces Bank? My recruiter set me up with them and I opened my account over a month ago and now it doesn’t exist. I’m thinking about going to Navy Federal
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Do you need a car on Fort Jackson, SC? Staying in the hotels for BOLC for ~4months and def don’t wanna drive cross country. But also don’t wanna miss my car when I’m there.
Is it assumed that you won’t have a car as far as daily work, class, training is concerned?
And finally, hows life there without a car on weekends, etc?
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Today I went to do my medical at MEPS and now I have to get an eye exam next week due to high myopia. My right eye is -9.5 and my left eye is -8.25...and I'm really worried I might get DQ from enlisting...I got a decent ASVAB scores, passed all my other medical stuff, and the MOS I'm currently pursuing is 35F in the Army. Should I be worried and brace myself the worse case scenario of getting DQ? And if I do get DQ, should I do lasik surgery then? Thank you again for reading this post.
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I feel lost. I’m a SPC(P)/TL waiting on BLC and points. I am not sure where I want to go in terms of duty station, reclass etc.
Currently, a 31B which I don’t hate but having a family and working all these BS shifts with next to no family time because force com is first. I have ponder CID (but again probably no family time, since people can’t stop from murdering each other or touching each other; looking at you Hood)
I’m going to school for Cyber Security so I would like to ultimately like something IT related civilian side. Although my ST/GT score is about 3 pts below the requirements for 17C. Thought about 25B, since that’d be an introduction to IT. And I meet all the requirements. My contract is up in mid 2022. Also thought about being a 42A.
As for duty station. I want something with cooler weather. I have thought about Alaska, JBLM, or Hawaii. I love TX, call me a little bitch but +100 degree heat isn’t for me or the family. Did it in CA and it sucked!
Break Down:
Submit a packet and try for CID (not sure about a TS clearance, nothing crazy bad)
Reclass to 17C, 25B or 42A?
Whats a nice duty station to be at? We our outdoorsy type people but we need some grass and trees (no not like Bragg)
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Can anyone answer- since I’m going to BCT during the election and I’m a Georgia resident are there voting machines on base? Am I allowed to vote during the middle or training? Also will they allow us to watch the election results? Thanks in advance
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Trying to select best possible MEPS date that will domino into a ship date for Basic so that when I tell work (and they freak out) I can gently say don’t worry here is a long term transition plan. However, I can’t seem to find any sort of calendar that details out anything in FY2021. Am I being dumb for trying to google this and assuming drill dates/whatnot are public information? I sent an email to my recruiter which will most probably make his eyes roll asking for a relative timeline since I acknowledge we are knee deep in a pandemic casually so nothing is set in stone; however, I really am trying to mitigate my work plan.
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A friend of mine (stationed in Europe) is soon going to attend the Sniper Course at Fort Benning.
Are there any restrictions due to COVID when it comes to pt, leaving base and such?
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I am planning on enlisting, the mos I really want is 25B. There aren’t any contracts available for 25B. The recruiter said 25U is available. Do you think that 25U would translate well in the civilian world compared to 25B. I’m looking to get experience out of the job.
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Prior service E5 going to FLW for CBRN reclass. Should I leave my golf clubs at home?
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Hey fellas,I want to join the army and choose job 35m, but was told it's not open for me because i have a color vision deficiency and they said waivers are impossible. Has anyone had success or know someone with success on getting in initially or eventually? I would really like a glimmer of hope to be rekindled..
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I have a friend of mine PCSing to my post early next year. Is it possible to see if he can get pulled into my unit? I don't know where to look and I'd like to have a general idea before bringing it up to unit leadership. I understand it would take some string pulling of higher ups among other things such as manning.
I glanced at AR 600-8-8 and haven't found where to look into other than that.
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So I’ve been talking to a recruiter and I am most likely going to be joining sometime in January. Originally I was planning on getting an Option 40 contract, but my recruiter told me that it’s very unlikely I could get one and should just wait till I get to OSUT and talk to a ranger recruiter there. I am 100% sure as of now that I want to try and get into bat. Should I wait out the Option 40 or just join as an 11x and get in contact with a ranger recruiter later?
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My friend wants to join the Air Force. He is fluent in Mandarin but is not a citizen yet. Does he have a shot as a cryptolinguist? He is majoring in Finance and plans to become a commercial pilot one day.
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Going to Kuwait with NG unit. Do I get HOR BAH? I live in an apartment with a roommate with only 3 months left on the lease, there's no way we're going to be able to sublease or break it for my roommate. No dependents.
I think the answer is no, but I just want to be sure.
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24yr old college graduate (shitty gpa, like 2.9 or something in business). I scored a 95 on the ASVAB and my recruiter told me I qualified for any job. I told him I wanted 11x and he was strongly against it. My family is also not too happy about it either. Is it really that bad of a decision?
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I'm interested in joining, but hereditary chronic hep B is holding me back. This condition is incurable. It's treatable with daily pills and does not physically limit me. From what internet searches have revealed, MEPS' blood test looks for HIV, hemoglobin (HGB), hematocrit (HCT), RPR, and alcohol (https://www.thebalancecareers.com/meps-at-a-glance-3354039). My HGB & HCT are in normal ranges.
I don't have cirrhosis or liver abnormalities; my liver is functional. According to some other sites proper liver function with hep C, which is curable, meets standards for MEPS (https://www.military.com/join-armed-forces/disqualifiers-medical-conditions.html).
I asked a recruiter about having hep B and they pointed out how chronic hep B is disqualifying, but they said I would never know for sure until I go to MEPS.
Can I still join? Would it be possible to get a waiver for this?
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I have a few questions. I started off Army Guard (35F and 35M), went Navy Reserve (35S, they call it CTR) but coming back to Army Guard (35L).
1) I have to go to Airborne school. What is their current standard? Are they using the new PT test? 2) Before I got out, I did WLC, and SSD 1. As an E6, what is the current NCOES expectation for me? 3) When are they all moving to the new PT test for record?
Thanks.
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Any 19D that could give me a rundown? What to expect and be prepared for? OSUT advice? Anything about 19D I should know?
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Does anyone possibly know which battalion a private 37F in BCT at Fort Leonard Wood would be in? I want to send my husband a letter with sandboxx but I missed the part of the 30 second phone call where he said which battalion he is in. If it’s too hard to pin down I’ll just wait to hear from him again but if someone knows for fact which battalion 37F’s in Fort Leonard Wood are in I’d really appreciate that being shared.
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How did Covid 19 affect fort jackson?
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2020.04.04 21:24 Cucubert 4-4-20 - Comprehensive List of Free Services, Emergency Assistance, Ways we can Help, and Things to Do While We All Quarantine

IMPORTANT INFORMATION
FOR HEALTHCARE WORKERS
EMERGENCY ASSISTANCE
EMERGENCY ASSISTANCE FOR WORKERS
EMERGENCY ASSISTANCE ORGANIZATIONS AND FUNDS
WHAT WE CAN DO TO HELP
SERVICES
K-12 STUDENTS
COLLEGE STUDENTS
BOOKS, AUDIOBOOKS, GRAPHIC NOVELS, MAGAZINES
STREAMING FOR MOVIES, DOCUMENTARIES, AND TELEVISION
VIDEO GAMES
OTHER MEDIA ENTERTAINMENT
HOBBIES, LEARNING, TIME PASSERS, AND EXERCISE
VIRTUAL TOURS AND LIVE WEBCAMS
STUFF FOR KIDDOS
GOOD NEWS AND HEROES
LIST OF OTHER HELPFUL LISTS, DISCOUNTS (AND THINGS I COULDN'T CATEGORIZE)
03/28 Update: I am beginning a collaborative project with u/rbevans to create a searchable database of resources since it seems inevitable that I will eventually hit the character limit here on Reddit. I will continue updating daily on Reddit in the meantime, though.
04/01 Update: Sorry for my absence, I took a much needed break from the non-stop Corona-virus news, but am refreshed and ready to get back to work now!
04/02 Update: Added more resources for volunteer opportunities, entertainment, and students today
04/04 Update: Added links to assist the elderly and for those in AA as well as additional free courses
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2020.04.02 22:55 Cucubert 4-2-20 - Comprehensive List of Free Services, Emergency Assistance, Ways we can Help, and Things to Do While We All Quarantine

IMPORTANT INFORMATION
FOR HEALTHCARE WORKERS
EMERGENCY ASSISTANCE
EMERGENCY ASSISTANCE FOR WORKERS
EMERGENCY ASSISTANCE ORGANIZATIONS AND FUNDS
WHAT WE CAN DO TO HELP
SERVICES
K-12 STUDENTS
COLLEGE STUDENTS
BOOKS, AUDIOBOOKS, GRAPHIC NOVELS, MAGAZINES
STREAMING FOR MOVIES, DOCUMENTARIES, AND TELEVISION
VIDEO GAMES
OTHER MEDIA ENTERTAINMENT
HOBBIES, LEARNING, TIME PASSERS, AND EXERCISE
VIRTUAL TOURS AND LIVE WEBCAMS
STUFF FOR KIDDOS
GOOD NEWS AND HEROES
LIST OF OTHER HELPFUL LISTS, DISCOUNTS (AND THINGS I COULDN'T CATEGORIZE)
3/24 Update: Added some more general links as well as a new category: Good News and Heroes. My post has reached a length where it doesn't want to let me add anything else. I will begin a new list tomorrow with a link to this one at the top.
3/25 Update: Added a few more resources for healthcare workers, and a few other items. I got a hold of quite a few additional entertainment sources so that will be the focus of tomorrow's update.
03/26 Update: Added quite a few user suggested items I hadn't gotten around to, and a special thanks to everyone who has contributed to this list.
03/27 Update: Added more important information. Please browse this section carefully as this is the most information about the CoVid-19 situation that you should know. I also added some additional links in most of the other categories.
03/28 Update: I am beginning a collaborative project with u/rbevans to create a searchable database of resources since it seems inevitable that I will eventually hit the character limit here on Reddit. I will continue updating daily on Reddit in the meantime, though.
04/01 Update: Sorry for my absence, I took a much needed break from the non-stop Corona-virus news, but am refreshed and ready to get back to work now!
04/02 Update: Added more resources for volunteer opportunities, entertainment, and students today
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2019.12.20 17:21 simplypnw I am 24 and make $54,000 a year working in politics in Seattle.

Hi, friends! I have an update. Here is the link to my August diary. I have switched jobs, paid off a chunk of debt, saved some money, and seen my personal spending increase. Hope it's fun!
Note: if you happen to think you can identify me, please don't comment. If you have questions about working in politics, please DM me. :)
Salary: $4,500 per month.
Partner’s Salary: $5,000 per month.
Note: All of these amounts for the shared expenses are for my half. We share a joint account where we contribute a set amount per month.
Paychecks: $1,730 every two weeks.
Pension: I have about $1,000 and a year of service credit in a PERS plan.
Roth IRA: Balance is $992. I am on-track to max it out in 2020.
Savings: $1,000 in our shared savings, $350 in my personal savings. We contribute $250 per month now that we have hit $1,000 and are aggressively paying down credit card debt.
Health Insurance: My work has premium free insurance, I am on J.’s plan, and he pays.
Rent: $839 for a 620 square foot open one bedroom, this includes pet rent and a storage unit in our building.
Utilities: Between $25 - $40 per month, added to rent.
Electricity: Budgeted $75 per month for my half.
Student Loans: $133 for my share. We have about $25k total.
Credit Card Debt: $140 for my half of payments. Our total is down to $6,082. It was just over $8,000 in August.
Car Loans: $235 for my half on two car loans. One loan has one payment left.
Car Insurance: $110 for my half.
Phones: $120 each month.
Subscriptions: $23 for my half. We pay for Hulu, Spotify, and Amazon which we share with my family. My dad pays for Netflix and shares.
Pets: $60 for our monthly Chewy order, $35 for pet insurance.
Comcast: $60.
My personal expenses:
Yoga: $112.32 per month for unlimited classes. I try to go 2x a week with my current schedule.
Charitable giving: $10/month to an abortion fund, and $50/month to a nonprofit I’m on the board of.
Extra savings: $100 per month.
Extra debt payments: $200 per month.
Day one
5:45 AM: There is no way in hell I am waking up before 6 AM on my day off. Yes, day off. I get one day off per week. Awake for long enough to kiss J. goodbye and see he’s set up the coffee for me.
7:40 AM: The kitty alarm goes off and I’m awakened by a very gentle head butt and demand for cuddles. Proceed to snuggle my cat while she lies on my chest. Eventually I am freed to make coffee in the Chemex. We love a Chemex in this house.
8:20 AM: Get a notification that this skirt I’ve been eyeing on ThredUp is available again. I buy it without checking my bank account, a first for me ($23.32). $23 shipped for a like-new Madewell skirt is a deal. My goal is to buy most of my clothes secondhand. $23.32
9:00 AM: I put on the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel and get to work on my chore list. ASP content is a definite need. At some point, I eat Din Tai Fung leftovers and some kiwis for breakfast.
12:50 PM: Finally emerge to drop my car off for an oil change and make a grocery run. We have a clean bathroom, the flannel sheets have been brought out for the winter, and laundry is happening! Outfit details are truly not worth noting today. I pick up canned pineapple, tortillas, a coconut cold brew because I’m a masochist and exhausted, Just Egg, benevolent bacon, bananas, Emmy’s peanut butter cookies, grapes, two bell peppers, two avocados, and a face mask ($18.10 for my share of the groceries, and $2.99 for the face mask). We’ll need to hit TJ’s as well, so grab your bingo cards! $21.09
2:00 PM: Car is ready so I walk to pick it up ($95.67). Applaud myself for being an adult. I’ve been generally awful at basic things like paying parking tickets and getting oil changes and recently decided to put on my big girl pants. Hit up the holy land of Trader Joe’s for: sourdough bread, frozen berries, cauliflower gnocchi, two cedar balsam candles, baby carrots, brown rice, an eggplant, cauliflower, Tofurkey Italian sausage, baby spinach, two pomegranates, a tomato, candy cane tea, a stalk of Brussels sprouts, a red bell pepper, and Enjoy Life dipped banana snacks ($33.37 for my half). Clearly I get carried away with myself but I’m thrilled to be done with the shopping and to get home to my cats! Also I feel like I’m lighting money on fire. PSA: the tea is disgusting. Don’t buy it. $129.04
3:00 PM: My day off is always a week day, so I balance recharging my batteries and actually contributing to my household. My partner is a true gem, and rocks it the rest of the week. I will generally meal prep breakfasts, chop up some sheet pan dinners so that they just need to be baked, and do our shopping. I make egg cups with the Just Egg and prepare a cauliflower gnocchi sheet pan dinner to be cooked later this week.
6:30 PM: We enjoy delicious white bean & rosemary soup with a BLT and then walk over to a local Christmas tree lot. The tree that calls to us is shorter than usual, although it’s cheaper and easier to walk home as our Christmas tradition requires ($15). Tonight we turn on Elf while pulling out our Christmas decorations! $15
9:25 PM: Complete abridged skincare routine - Mario Badescu cleanser (this product is too drying for me so I’m trying a more gentle cleanser soon), CosRX BHA/AHA toner, Acure Blue Tansy oil. Remember how I’m out of multiple beauty things and cringe at the thought of spending more money. I work on my reread of the Bell Jar and set my alarms for pilates!
Daily total: $188.45
Day Two
5:40 AM: Pilates is not happening. I feel groggy and blame the homemade cider we consumed last night - J. likes to home brew! The cats grace us with their presence and we all snuggle on our cozy flannel sheets. A wholesome family moment if there ever was one. I love my life.
7:00 AM: Finally leave my bed still feeling incredibly out of it. Breakfast this morning is an egg cup with avocado toast - I couldn’t be more of a stereotype if I tried. Keep my makeup to just brows, mascara, and a subtle lip tint today. This is a plug for Burt’s Bees lip shimmer. My skin is too dry for my CC cream when I’m out of my night cream and my exfoliant serum, so my skin looks flaky and awful but I’m still not motivated to order my Ulta cart. Pull my hair back with barrettes, somehow squeeze into black skinny jeans, put on an oversized turtle neck, and with fuzzy socks in Chelsea boots I’m out the door. I order a grande drip with chestnut praline syrup from Starbucks (paid with a gift card I have). Also fill up my car because I’m traveling literally hundreds of miles today ($38.50). $38.50
11:00 AM: in my infinite wisdom I realize that I can’t bring soup leftovers because my day is so full of travel and meetings in the field that I couldn’t heat it up. That will be a problem for later. At some point I order Alanis Morissette tickets for my family, but Dad will pay me for them. My dad and I are incredibly close and talk everyday. I grew up poor, and now that he makes a six figure income he really leans into treating his children. Please do not @ me about him buying me a concert ticket. J. and I plan on having him live with us when we buy a house, so it will even out.
7:30 PM: Somehow I blink and it’s dark out and 7:30 PM. My job involves a significant amount of community meetings and meeting with local volunteers. I meet with 13 people today and feel dead. I also sat down with the newest member of my team and treated him to coffee ($11.26). Today’s brutal schedule allowed no time to eat lunch so I stop at a Thai place that’s accidentally fancy and treat myself to veggies and peanut sauce ($21.00). When I die, bury me with this peanut sauce. End up making the ferry back to Seattle just in time ($15.75). I chat with my dad while waiting in line. We are tight. I have one document to finish and then a call at 8:15 which are the only two things keeping me from grabbing a drink with my best friend. I finish my document in the ferry, park downtown for a few minutes while I take my call, and head to C.’s. $48.01
9:00 PM: Once worked is wrapped, I have a glass of wine at C.’s place so we can catch up, head home after about two hours, and collapse into bed with J. once I do my nighttime routine. He tells me the highlight of his day is when I finally come home. Cue heart melting. Asleep by 11:30 after loving on the cats and making progress on The Bell Jar.
Daily total: $86.51
Day Three
6:30 AM: First alarm rings. I told myself if I woke up an hour early, I would be plenty alive by 7:30 pilates. Proceed to turn off my five alarms scheduled for the next hour. Eat an egg cup and shockingly make it to my class! The little victories.
8:40 AM: I shower, eat an avocado with Cholula in a tortilla, and hop on my morning calls. My cat keeps interfering with the video chat. I’m wearing basically the same outfit today except I opt for jeggings and a big flannel - it’s always a good day for a turtleneck. This look is called “Washington chic.” My personal style is a more feminine Jessica Jones if she shopped at Madewell - or thrifted Madewell in my case. Wednesday is a heavy meeting day for me so comfort is of the utmost importance. Also my work environment is the epitome of casual unless we have events. I do not miss wearing blazers and slacks. I’m really, truly not cut out for a business environment where I work 9 to 5 and have to business professional clothes. You would think I would thrive on order, but nope!
2:00 PM: Another day, another coffee shop! I’m at my favorite place so I buy a bag of special holiday roast beans in addition to my oat milk cappuccino ($27.02). Internally scold myself over being so frivolous with money. I really try to meal prep and make responsible choices, but I also work like 60 to 70 hours a week so I often excuse my poor choices. It’s not the best, but I tell myself I’m still saving and aggressively paying down debt. We have a plan to be free of the credit card debt by July and I track my every expense, so as long as I stay in budget I’m fine. I’m still adjusting since I only started this job a few weeks ago. My meetings this afternoon go well, and it seems like our team is in a great place! This is my first time with this many direct reports so it’s been a balancing act. I manage to get a few back-end things done for my team during the afternoon and clear out my inbox. Work is wrapped by 6:45! Just barely 10 hours today. $27.02
7:00 PM: Stop by a fundraiser my friend is hosting. J. is there with some of our closest couple friends. I donate $50 and we all head out to ramen after. I order the creamy veggie ramen and add spicy paste. The veggies are so good and I enjoy the flavor of the broth. We haven’t all gotten together in quite some time so it’s nice to catch up. I treat J. because he’s been an incredible partner and also just makes me swoon ($33). $83
8:45 PM: Home and settled into pajamas. This is considered an early night for me so we revel in it. I snuggle my cat and promise her I won’t spend any more money on coffee or eating out. Or clothes. Even though I’m down to one pair of pajama pants without holes. Everything is fine. The fam spends our evening on the couch after I start some laundry and prep overnight oats. We light candles and embrace the hygge. Also I eat a pomegranate because health. Definitely pass out on the couch and end up in bed at some point which means I skipped my skincare routine and belong in the Bad Place.
Daily total: $93.52
Day Four
6:20 AM: To pilates or time not pilates? That is the question. I’m awake early enough for the 7:30 class but also want to stay in bed. I blame the cozy flannel sheets. J. brings me coffee because he’s an angel.
7:35 AM: I’m not at pilates. But I sign up for classes for the next week and I help around the apartment - rotating laundry, putting together another sheet pan prep of fajita veggies and soy curls. J. does most of the maintenance but I try to spend 10 to 15 minutes getting shit done in the morning. I make a grocery list. We shop for three or four days at a time and it’s that time! I wish I could order groceries to pick up but I would rather let people at the grocery store see me naked than relinquish control of picking out my produce.
8:30 AM: My mascara is on its last legs which means I’ve run out of my serum, day cream, night cream, and am almost out of mascara and cleanser. I place my order from Ulta: ELF hello hydration face cream, CosRX gel cleanser, Essence mascara, The Ordinary BHA + ABA serum, Shea Moisture argan oil, and Mario Badescu seaweed night cream ($75.07). Can you tell I suffer from dry skin? Usually I replace products as they run out which doesn’t hurt because most things are less than $20. I stick to primarily drug store products but do feel Skyn Iceland calling to me... $75.07
9:15 AM: Head out for work! Today’s outfit is a black denim skirt, black tights, another turtleneck, and a chunky knit cardigan. I just watched the episode of Mrs. Maisel where Abe makes fun of himself for wearing two sweaters and I relate. Makeup is my simple look of brows, mascara, and a light lip. Also I pack a feast: oats, a smoothie, carrots, leftover soup, and energy bites.
5:00 PM: J. drops a coffee off for me at my office. I love him.
8:45 PM: That’s it for today! I realize I’ve clocked 11 hours today so it feels reasonable to head home. Without as many meetings today, I was so productive. My team aligned on our goals and I give them specific voter contact metrics they need to hit. I grab beer from the gas station and am so excited to see J., I don’t even care how gross we sound. We are classy and drink Rainier ($10.66). He made the fajitas I prepped and they’re awesome - the chipotle sauce he added really levels the dish up. We pack the leftovers away on a bed of spinach for lunch and clean up together. Look at me, eating so many vegetables!! Personal goal for tomorrow: only buy groceries. $10.66
10:45 PM: Manage to complete all steps of my nighttime routine (skincare, a glass of water, reading) and treat myself to a sheet mask to atone for my sins. There’s a good pun in there somewhere (tone, stone, sin, skin, etc) but I’m too tired. thank Pass out by 11:30 after finishing the Bell Jar.
Total: $85.73
6:30 AM: Feeling much shame and guilt this morning over my incredibly expensive week and poor work out habits. I make an extra payment on one of my credit cards - we don’t use any of them anymore, but I aim to spend half of my extra income on debt payments and that’s not happening this week ($50). $50
9:00 AM: Another morning with several calls! Also another sweater. I take my first call from home and then head into the office with so much food: another smoothie, leftover fajita veggies, Emmy’s cookies, and baby carrots. Add more things to the grocery list because I never went the other day. I am the picture of health. Our team is out in the field this weekend so I prep for that.
7:00 PM: That’s it for me today. I wrap up earlier on Friday which is nice so J. and I have made this our regular date night. I head home, change into cuter clothes, and we go to No Bones Beach Club. Tonight is J.’s turn to treat so I’m technically complying with the promise I made to my cat? No Bones is one of my favorite restaurants. The lovely person at the door tells us it’s an hour for a table unless we snag a seat at the bar which is first come first serve - and there are two bar stools available! We share fried mac & cheese balls, I get their volcano roll, and one of their cocktail specials with gin and pineapple juice. We go see some beautiful Christmas lights, as is our holiday tradition, after and are home by a reasonable hour. Home, shower, bedtime routine, etc.
Daily Total: $50
Day Six
7:00 AM: Happy Saturday! I wake up to coffee and after my first cup, J. and I walk to the store for grocery provisions. We get some speciality vegan products that are on sale, fresh bagels, and a salad for me to take to work ($17.89). At home, J. makes bagel breakfast sandwiches. $17.89
1:00 PM: Our team is in the field today, meaning talking to voters and community members. I attend the event launch of one of the people I supervise and she does a great job. I forgot my salad so I stop for a giant bowl of pho ($12.47). This means I broke my promise to my cat. Besides that, the day doesn’t really go as I had hoped and I end my work day on a somewhat sour note. $12.47
8:15 PM: We head to a holiday party extremely late. I hate being late. I drink a few beers (bless Rainier) and then we’re back home around midnight. J. doesn’t drink tonight so he drives. This is definitely way later than my usual bedtime.
Daily Total: $30.36
Day Seven
8:00 AM: Sleeping in is a beautiful thing and today is my Friday! We divide and conquer on breakfast and coffee. I make us a scramble with spinach, bell pepper, and onion. He leaves to watch football and I get to work on my to do list before having my day off tomorrow.
10:30 AM: Head out to watch another one of my staff launch and event! It goes fairly well although we are shy of our goals. I fill up my tank at some point during the day and listen to The Dollop as I travel ($36.74). $36.74
8:30 PM: Home for the night and I’m beat. Sunday nights are challenging because I am in a scramble to wrap my week up with a nice bow to actually enjoy my day off. I crack open a cold one with J. and try to put work out of my mind. I am exhausted.
Daily total: $36.74
Overview
Food + Drink: $163.77 - I would say that this is average between eating out and groceries. I typically do not eat out four times in a week. With my new job, I typically eat out two or three times: one night out with C., buying lunch twice a week because I end up forgetting my lunch or my team goes out together.
Fun / Entertainment: $15 (Christmas tree?)
Home + Health: $0
Clothes + Beauty: $101.38 - Ulta + ThredUp. My typical beauty spending is closer to $20 per month.
Transport: $186.66 - this is significantly higher than normal due to the oil change and the cost of the ferry.
Other: $100 - extra donation, extra CC payment. Extra CC payments are normal.
Total: $571.31 (oh my god that hurt to type)
Reflection:
This week is expensive for us. However, I would say that the irregular expenses aside, I feel fine with this level of spending. I have $800 left per month for discretionary spending after a budget for gas, extra credit card payments, groceries, etc.
In the months since August, we have paid down $2,000 in credit card debt and saved an additional $850. This was possible because I was paid out for my vacation time at my last job and my partner and I switched jobs. Before, we made a joint total of about $91,000. Now, we make about $114,000. I have another $500 payment towards our debt that actually posted today, 12/20.
Regular or somewhat regular expenses for this week: groceries, fancy coffee beans, gas station beer, a ThredUp purchase. I typically spend about $50 per month on thrifted clothes and I love fancy coffee.
Irregular expenses for this week: spending that much at Ulta at once, an extra $50 donation, an oil change, the ferry cost. The total of these irregular expenses are about $235.
I expected to spend more on: groceries. I made a decent grocery trip the next day (would have been day eight).
My personal spending for 2019 has averaged $363 per month. This includes clothes, coffee, going out, makeup, recreation, yoga, etc.
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2019.11.14 01:25 levilarrington Destination: Redmond

If you think your teacher is tough, wait ’til you get a boss. He doesn’t have tenure.
People are always asking me if I know Goldberg.
I met Goldberg in Redmond. Yes. THAT Redmond.
Goldberg was a professional Scab. Back in the old days, there were Scabs. It was a derogatory term for people who were hired to work in place of union workers when the unions striked. This happened a lot in Washington. It was hard at times to figure out if the evil companies were at fault or the, think Gangs of New York, Unionists were. Either way, Washington was once host to some pretty wicked disputes. This was a major component of news in the 80s. It all kinda went away in the 90s. But it’s worth mentioning.
Golberg was in on something big, and I was just bored enough to half ass whatever it was.
Goldberg explained that the operating systems we own now own us and that we are slaves to our computers.
“Shit man, you’re living in a borrowed generation! A generation of children that are trying to become adults in a no alternative world, mang! This whole town smells like teen spirt - you dig?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Let’s go make soap!”
If you like long hours and getting laid off, Microsoft is for you. Founded by Bill Gates, Paul Allen, and Qbert, Microsoft was heir to the Seattle economy after Boeing started taking a shit and eventually left. Microsoft has been taking a nose dive for the last few years, but when you’re as high up in Fortune 500 as Captain Kirk on speedballs, it really doesn’t matter. Bill Gates is still the richest man in the world and Paul Allen just sold his summer home to Amazon so they could build space eggs or something. Microsoft will continue to ebb and flow with Apple. Just accept it. Ride it out. You’ll get your job back.
Goldberg had this place in Redmond. It was more Totem Lake than Juanita. When I walked in the door, Lake City was walking out. Like a cheap whore, Kirkland followed. I thought to myself: this guy must put his boner in women waaaaaayyyyyyyy more than I do. Turns out Goldberg also worked at Whole Foods.
There’s a Whole Foods in Redmond. Big surprise. Personally, the only reason to go to Whole Foods is the guac, salsa, and Homerun Inn pizzas. Homerun Inn is a pizza joint in Chicago and this is the closest you will get to Chicago pizza in Washington without paying the 40 dollar shipping Lou Malnati’s charges. That I’ve found. Someone sent me a link to a new place opening in Interbay. I’ll have to try it. One time I went to Whole Foods and for the first time in my life almost didn’t complete a purchase based on the price of the item. Typically, I know how much tortilla chips cost. Typically, they are about three to five dollars. Typically, I’m shocked when they are 15. Typically, I don’t buy chips at Whole Foods anymore.
Goldberg explained he had a club. He called it Night Club. The first rule of Night Club is you prefunk before you go to Night Club. The second rule of Night Club is you wear Axe body spray. The third rule of Night Club is you get Jimmy John’s if you see danger.
Everyone knows about the great sandwich wars of 2012. Subway had killed all the small delis in the area that were actually good. These were delis that you found in shopping plazas. Anyone remember Hoagie’s Corner? The dillie of a deli? They were independent and they were frigging good. These delis are no more. The closest you can get is some small convenience stores that still make sandwiches. Like Tiger Mountain Country Store. Panera came in around 2005ish. Around 2010 Jimmy John’s came in and the best story I have about that is a friend who was in Pullman and he bought Jimmy John’s for a group of guys that were visiting. He got lost on the way home in the middle of the night. As he explains. “I ate a sandwich on the way back. But then I got lost and scared. So I ate another sandwich.” Point is: if you ever feel scared and alone, eat a fear sandwich. Pot Belly’s came about four years ago. I think Pot Belly’s is the best of the big chains, but like Panera I’m getting sick of it. Corner Bakery just opened in Issaquah, but I haven’t tried it. The sandwich war did have one casuality: Quiznos. It was a hard war on everyone. But there’s a Jimmy John’s in Redmond. Goldberg still talks about the war like it was yesterday.
Near Novelty Hill we ran into a man who worked at Jimmy John’s. Goldberg pulled a gun on him and asked for his ID. He gave us the ID and then Goldberg asked him what he wanted to do when he grew up. He said he wanted to work at Microsoft. Goldberg asked why he was working at Jimmy John’s and not Microsoft. The man explained that he got laid off. So Goldberg shot him. Goldberg is mysterious. We Uber’d to Marymoor to pick up MILFs.
I’ve never been to Marymoor park and for good reason. The place is teaming with drunks. And not just regular drunks - old drunks. That’s two strikes: being old and being drunk. If you’re old and drunk, you better sober up or get some Benjamin Buttons before you get behind the wheel of a car. The reason these old people are drunk is because of the concerts in the park. I think Hootie and the Blowfish are the youngest people to ever take stage there and they did it a couple years ago when Hootie was 78. The elderly from all over Washington come to hold a lighter up as Huey Lewis sings about his new drug, which is actually a blood thinner.
Goldberg had a plan to slowly dismantle Microsoft, The Bellevue, hell, the entire system! But first he needed some candles at Pier One.
Redmond Town Center is your go-to if you want to go shopping in a mall and want to avoid Bellevue traffic. It’s an outdoor mall - which means it’s fun! There are restaurants, shops, and lost elderly people like most malls. I don’t know if it’s still there, but one of the ten comic book stores in the area is near the parking garage. There’s a music store. A Macy’s. It’s a good place to replace an eating disorder with a shopping problem.
After buying candles, I lost time. I woke up driving on the 202 and there was no sign of Goldberg.
The 202 is interesting because it links a number of cities that should have nothing to do with each other: Woodinville, Redmond, Sammamish, Issaquah, Fall City, Carnation, Duvall. Imagine people from Fall City with access to Sammamish? That’s where you get people selling meat out in parking lots. That’s also where you probably get all the smokers and hillbillies and feed stores in Redmond. Honestly, for a rich people city, I’ve never seen so many smokers. Or hillbillies. If I’m driving in Redmond, there’s a 90% chance I’m going to see a Datsun full of old fryers, rakes, and generators huffing down the street with a Haggard sticker on the back.
I retraced my steps. I drove back to Pier One and the sales lady somehow knew my name, my phone number, and my email address. I grabbed her and yelled “How do you know this!!!” She said “Mr. Goldberg, you signed up for our rewards card.”
I was Goldberg.
So, I went to Redmond Bar and Grill and got wasted.
Redmond Bar and Grill is pretty cool. There’s plenty of beers and games. The food is good. I think my buddy’s friend owns it.
I stumbled to the Matador and found that it was just littered with Girl’s Night Outs. You’d think that would be a good thing, but women get militant about Girl’s Night Outs and unless you’re Brad Pitt, they won’t accommodate your carousing. Matador is also a good hang out if it’s date night with the crew. When you are with your friends and somehow got screwed into taking all of your girflriends with, Matador is your go-to.
There’s also Coho. I recommend the bacon wrapped jalepenos stuffed with goat cheese. They probably don’t have them anymore. I have a gift certificate I still have 17 bucks on that I might use tonight as the storm levels Seattle. Be aware: The Space Needle is coming down tonight. This storm will probably put 14% of you in the morgue. This storm is not joking. This storm is not knocking. This storm will give you rabies.
Mac and Jack’s is in Redmond. It was pretty much the most popular craft beer back in the early 2000s. Microsoft used to serve it at their company parties, which by the way would close streets and included free booze and all sorts of rides and stuff. Until the company started pooping. Now they don’t have it. So, if you work at Microsoft, know this: you got screwed out of free Mac and Jack. Levitate once told me they only served local beer when I tried to order a Mac and Jacks. That was odd.
As I stumbled through Redmond, people kept coming up to me and saying “Hello, Mr. Goldberg.” and so forth. Finally, I went into Zeek’s and the waiter there told me that Operation The Bellevue is ready and on track. After asking him repeatedly what that operation was, he told me it was the name of the pizza I usually ordered there.
Zeek’s is overpriced. There, I said it. It’s good. But it’s not that good. They have a bunch of weird Zaw-like toppings and catchy names for their pizzas. But it’s like 25 bucks for a pizza the size of a Totinos.
I checked my wallet and found that there were a number of coupons to area businesses that I had never seen. Also, tickets to soccer games. I hate soccer. And don’t call your team a Football Club if they’re in America. They are a fucking soccer team!!!! My anger inspired me to go to Canyons to sort out my identity crisis and my hatred of soccer.
Canyons is a restaurant I vaguely remember. A friend lived up the street and we’d walk down there or to Coho. I think they had a firepit. At the time it was like a fancy place. Or, when I was 22 and could only afford a salad without lettuce, it was. One thing I can promise you: they didn’t take EBT. One time I was so drunk I tried to bribe them to take EBT with real money. In Redmond, there’s so much logic being used by Microsoft that there’s not always enough to go around.
After losing the script to Fight Club, I decided to order Paul Allen 39 pizzas from Frankie’s out of spite.
Frankie’s pizza is a smaller, newer chain as far as I know. But it’s just not that good. It was always on Groupon and the coupon flyers you get in the mail. But it’s just not that good. It’s not like bad like Dominos or Papa John’s. But it’s not that good.
There’s a Qdoba in Redmond. I was in the Issaquah one on 911 at lunch. They had the news on the TV in the corner. I don’t know how I had an appetite that day. But that’s my biggest memory from Qdoba. Also, they have OK food. It’s like if you’re bored of Taco Time and know that Chipotle is horseshit...I just wanted to shit on Chipotle. That place blows.
If you’re entering Redmond from Issaquah...seriously, you pictured yourself having sex with Redmond or Issaquah there, huh? So, right when you get into Redmond you look up and there’s this huge freeway out of nowhere. It’s like a cluster of overpasses that makes you think you are in the future. But you aren’t. You are in Redmond at the base of 520:
The singularity.
Anyway. Turns out I wasn’t Goldberg. I was just really, really, really high...if you count Issaquah.
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2019.06.09 18:10 dv042b My girlfriend (25/f) is ending things with me (31/m) to find herself, is there anything I can do?

TL;DR My girlfriend, now ex, needs time and space and I don't want to give it to her even though I agree with her
To give some background, I’ve never been in a serious relationship until this, so I feel like a high schooler with my first broken heart. We met 8 years ago when I lived in Florida and she was still a senior in high school. She added me on Facebook and we didn’t talk for probably 2 years. I moved to Austin and one day we started e-flirting very heavily on Facebook and both showed a ton of interest in each other. Over the next few years there were many missed connections where I’d be in the same city as her and it just wouldn’t work out to see each other. Another 2-3 years go by and I’m going to be in Florida going on a cruise for work. I hit her up and she told me she had a boyfriend so I told her cool I’ll see her if I happen to see her just to say hi. I get off the cruise and spend an extra few days in Florida and she hits me up to ask how it was, funds out I’m still in Florida and we happen to be going to the same club that night. We dance a bunch at the club, she takes me back to her place and we hook up. She tells me after that she was supposed to visit her boyfriend, which I assumed she no longer had, that weekend but instead was going to break up with him over the the phone. She does and we go on a couple date nights before I leave Florida. I’m back in Florida a few months later in March for work and she comes down to Miami and stays with me for the week. After that instead of going home I go up to her place in Orlando and spend a few weeks there. I fly home and in May she visits Kansas City where I’m from and stays at my place for her birthday and we have a great time. She decides to pull the trigger she’s been itching to pull and move to Denver in August. I immediately start spending almost all of my non travel time at her place and borderline living with her, I one point I tell her I’m worried she’s going to get too invested in me and I don’t want her happiness to solely rely on me, she gets mad and we fight a small bit but sort it out that night and everything is good. She moves apartments the following August and I officially move in with her and her roommate. Everything’s great. Our next fight happens when I tell her that she unloads on me too constantly about her stresses in life, her boss, her work, her parents, everything. It felt constant and I finally said something and it turned into a massive fight. I left and went back to kc for a few days then came back and we sorted stuff out. A few months go by with no major fights, we never fought a lot, but she’s had tons of stress in her life and still talks to me about it, but in a healthier way I thought. Additional stress for her piles up because our upstairs neighbors are awful. She has a massive ordeal with them that leads to us being allowed to end our lease early and look for a place together on our own. For her I wasn’t excited enough about this big step in life because I didn’t view it as a big step like she did. Underlying all this is the fact that I haven’t met her parents.
This is what the fights about. To give you additional background I’ve got a terminal illness that has become “less” terminal very recently. I spent 30 years playing life like I could die tomorrow and never thinking about the future, only living in the now, it’s what she loves most about me because she’s a very anxious person and I help her balance that. I also support her massively. I do all of the cleaning and cooking, pay rent, I’ve loaned her quite a bit of money, because she mismanaged money and racked up some credit card debt she’s not trying to pay off. I’m also her only person that she can talk to about her stress. She’s not comfortable with all of that and has expressed multiple times it freaks her out how much she relies on me, so she’s aware. Her parents are very important to her and she calls them daily, but she lies to them. She lied about our entire relationship with them. For the first year of living with her she’d ask me to leave the room if they called so they wouldn’t know I was there. Even still she tells them we’re casually dating and I don’t live with her. Her parents don’t really know who she is, that she parties and most details about her interests in life, she really only talks to them about things like her job.
The next few days are rough after applying for and finding a new place to live together it turns into a blow out fight right before I’m about to leave for Detroit and she is supposed to come with me a few days after. The fight starts with how she felt like I was rude to her the 2 days prior when we applied for the new apartment and she spent the next 24 hours being cold and silent towards me. The next morning we try to talk about it and it doesn’t go that well. We go back and find out we got approved for the new apartment. We get home and she goes off on me when I just ask her about her week coming up, she gets angry with me because she said she was pressed for time and I asked “don’t you have 4-5 days to get ready to leave for Detroit?" And when she is rude to me I go out in the living room just to remove myself from that situation. She comes out and asks if I’m mad and I say I’m not willing to let her talk to me like that. That fight escalates very quickly and very heavily into things like how we communicate and how stressed she is and how much she relies on me and ends when we get to talking about her parents. I’m not a very family oriented person and never have been. She is and it’s a massive deal in our relationship for her that I meet her parents and I’ve never made much effort into that. It’s a 2 our screaming and crying fight which leads to me leaving . I come back we talk about I sleep on the couch. The next day she gets home and the fight escalated again. I leave and stay at a friends. We exchange these texts https://imgur.com/gallery/2Ccn1dx
While I’m Detroit I spend a lot of time realizing she needs to find herself, she’s young, she’s never been single, she’s always had a support system, but I want to be a part of that even though I need to find balance in letting her learn things on her own vs doing everything for her. she goes to Florida to see her friends and family instead, she been homesick since she moved her and it’s only gotten worse. I come back from Detroit she comes back from Florida and the first conversation we have she tells me she needs to end things for herself and find herself and she’s not wrong. She needs to stand on her own two feet and find out if she really wants to stay in Denver. I’m accepting of that and we spend the next hour her crying and is talking about how hard it will be, because we both still love each other. The plan. Gets sorted out that she’s leaving for Seattle on the 13th and gets back that Sunday and I should be gone by then and I Agree and sleep on the couch. The next day she says she wants me to be comfortable while I’m hear and I can sleep in the bed with her. From there my heart starts to hurt as I’ve never had to say goodbye to someone I didn’t want to say goodbye to. It gets harder for both of us because I’m still around and I start to realize a lot of mistakes I made in the relationship because I was stubborn and stuck in my ways. She’s changed me so much and I had started having thoughts about a future with her, something I had never even began to think about with anyone let alone a specific person. We’ve talked a few times which led to crying and hugging and going in circles about how much we still love each other but how this has to happen. She decided yesterday, and rightfully so I need to leave today. I go out and party instead to try and drown my depression with alcohol and friends. Now I’m sitting in her apartment, I moved all my stuff out to the living room to pack up my car and leave today, and I just don’t want to.
I’ve talked to tons of people about it and pretty much everyone has given me the obvious advice to just go back home and give her some time and space. Some of our mutual friends told me they don’t think she’s really over it and it might workout, but to give her space. I just don’t want to. I want to be with her, she’s my person. She knows me like no one else knows me and I think that’s the best feeling in the world to be known like that. I don’t know what I’m really looking for by posting this other than getting it out of my system, because talking about stuff is usually how I deal with it. I moved all my eggs out of the “I don’t give a fuck and I might die tomorrow” basket and put them in her basket. Now that it’s over I don’t know where to go or what to do. I don’t want to be anywhere, but here. I don’t want to go home I don’t want to stay at a friends I don’t want to travel I just want to be here. I wrote her an 8 page letter and gave it to her yesterday when I was planning on leaving and told her to read it when she feels like reading it. It says all of this stuff I’ve said here and more. That I’ve spent 2 years pretending she hasn’t changed me and not being honest with myself and it led me to lie to her about things like not wanting to meet her parents, but it all is hindsight and feels like it’s too little too late. To anyone who made it through thank you for reading.
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2019.06.07 18:18 OhHeyFreeSoup I Had No Idea My Perfume Hobby Could Be So Dangerous! (Part 1)

CW: violence, sexual content

I’m a frag junkie. That’s how we often refer to ourselves. (And that’s “FRAYG,” not like soldiers fragging each other.) A more polite way to put it, I guess, would be “fragrance enthusiast.” I have a cushy job in the private sector, live in a nice apartment, drink sparingly, and don’t even smoke. I have few vices… but perfume is one of them. And shoes. But mainly the perfume. Occasionally I go on a website that has a huge perfume database, with note breakdowns and everything, who had a lot of editors working for it – some of them with backgrounds in chemistry. Yeah, I know, I’m a nerd.
It started when I was a little girl. My parents were going out for a nice evening, and I watched as my mom spritzed herself with perfume from this shiny, rippling glass bottle that had a blue cap that looked like a seashell. She smelled so sweet, so comforting – like roasting marshmallows in a fireplace, but without the smoke – as she hugged me goodbye. Later I would learn that the perfume was called Shalimar, and that it was a “classic” and my mom’s “signature scent.” As I got older, I became more acquainted with the other bottles on her mirrored tray: Organza, LouLou, Opium… My mom is, to this day, a fan of what perfumery deems the “Oriental Floral” (with “oriental” actually designating that the contents of the perfume originate not from my ancestral homeland, but from the Middle East: amber, spices, etc.). For me, most of those frags are what I like to call “powder bombs,” like I just freshened up with nutmeg-scented talcum. My personal tastes, and therefore library, are varied: sweet and biting citruses, fresh green florals, resinous woods –
And LEATHER! I love that New Car Smell, and live for frags that evoke quality leather – I’ve got my Kelly Calèche with the little padlock on the bottle, that’s my usual everyday. And there’s my special occasion absolute favorite: 1999 Bandit by Robert Piguet. That smoky vetiver leatheriness is heaven to me, makes me feel… like a dominatrix, almost. Most perfume advertising and reviews are erotic in nature, and in my view rarely warranted (tired of hearing men’s colognes described as “panty-droppers” – looking at you, Jeremy Fragrance), except for gorgeous Bandit. She is blithe, pithy, rude, and sexy as hell, and she will be heeded. One of my life goals is to track down a vintage 1940s bottle of Bandit that hasn’t turned rancid.
So even though I already have enough frags that I can reasonably spray myself every day for three years before running out, I still found myself at a garage sale almost three months ago, staring at an unknown perfume in a tacky multicolored glass bottle with the poufy atomizer on the side.
I bent down to get closer to the flacon and searched for the name of the perfume, to no avail. Digging through my shoulder bag, I retrieved an appointment reminder card from my dentist and used it as a test strip, spritzing the card from the atomizer. A shimmery copper mist settled, staining the card, and I lifted it to my nose to sniff. For a moment something tickled my nose, and then…
Creamsicle! I was in the center of a giant Creamsicle, relishing in the velvety sweet orange ice cream radiating outward from the test strip. The power of its projection was astonishing – this was beast mode, on a mere test strip! How would it project on skin? Not one to enjoy choking a room with my perfume, I felt a moment’s caution.
“Oh, you like it?” a young woman asked breathlessly as she scrambled to the other side of the table. I guessed her to be the daughter of the lady hosting the garage sale, no older than her early twenties, possibly still in college.
“So far, yeah,” I admitted. “What is it?”
“No idea!” she said. “I bought it from a friend, it was in that bottle. Don’t know where she got it from, either!”
Huh. I decided to brave the skin test and apply it directly on my clean wrist, only lightly squeezing the atomizer for about a third of the usual spray. “On paper it smells like a Creamsicle!” I told her, waiting for it to develop on my skin.
“Yeah, you’re right.” She shrugged. “I don’t think it’s a bad scent, but… uh, turns out I’m not an orange fan.”
Her tone of voice was perfectly insouciant, so I was a bit surprised when I looked up from my wrist and saw her eyes darting around cagily. There were plenty of people around us, though, so I wrote it off as her checking to make sure nothing was stolen; and then I sniffed my wrist and was greeted with the fizziest mandarin, like a Puccini.
“How much?” I asked her. Off her confused stare I clarified, “For the perfume. How much?”
“O-Oh,” she stuttered. “Uh, f-five bucks. Yeah.” After a moment she started saying, “I can go lower –” but I waved it off and retrieved my wallet. This was a steal compared to Bath & Body Works prices, and hopefully it lasted even longer. I certainly wasn’t going to “haggle” over it. She was so happy to take my five dollars and encouraged me to keep looking around to see if I liked anything else, but I knew I’d already made my only purchase.
As I started walking down North Broadway toward the parade with the atomizer poking out of my bag, catching the honeyed fruit scent of the plum blossoms, I had the sudden, horrifying thought that I’d purchased a counterfeit perfume somebody made in their damn basement, and I’d break out in hives. But my worry dissipated as I caught a whiff of some note other than cocktail mandarin wafting up from my wrist… cola? Perhaps. But not like Coke from a vending machine – not even a sarsaparilla-like Mexican Coke. No, I knew what I smelled – I smelled haw flakes, those disc wafers that are the Chinese mother’s answer to Mary Poppins’ “spoonful of sugar!” I remembered my mom placing one in my mouth after each wrinkly-faced dose of the nasty-ass doctor-prescribed expectorant, because over-the-counter cough medicines never worked on me. But I couldn’t recall the taste of the medicine at that moment. Instead, as I found my place in the crowd awaiting the Golden Dragon Parade, I was filled with the contentment of a trip down memory lane.
The Year of the Pig was upon us and the costumed parade members waved and danced their way down the avenue to the joy of the crowd. I watched a group of female dancers with their wide pink fans and remembered four years before, my first year out of college, I had been one of them. My parents have one of the pictures of me in the parade framed and hanging in their living room. They were visiting relatives up in Seattle, while my little brother was at university, so this year I decided to attend the parade solo – and so I watched these dancers as they twirled against the balmy L.A. winter breeze, in one of those rare moments where I’m genuinely filled with wonder at my heritage.
During the grand finale, when the dragon himself (the cloth prop supported by about twenty people) wound and flowed under a veritable waterfall of confetti, I caught the scent of my wrist again. I really did smell Chinese hawthorn, along with amaretto, or possibly Chambord – definitely alcoholic. Shit, this perfume was anything but linear. It constantly developed new nuances on my skin, and was still going strong four hours after one little spritz when I’d only paid five bucks for it. Impressive!
I ate dinner in Chinatown and watched through the restaurant’s front window as cars hurried down the street, no doubt glad that the parade was over and the road finally open. My kon pao sizzled on my tongue just the way I like it – I told them I’m no xīnshǒu, I can take the heat! As I calmed my taste buds down with some ice cream and admired the little Lunar New Year candy on the saucer, I pondered what I should do with my time. Normally I’d go home, but it was Saturday night. And the boozy scent emanating from my wrist was telling me it was time to party.
Clutching my leather jacket a bit tighter around me, I braced against the strong winds and walked over to the nearest night club – not one of my usual haunts, but I was feeling adventurous. Bartender made a great Bamboo, and as I sipped my cocktail I watched the revelers underneath the neon lights and became inundated with their joy, their frenzy, feeling the icy-hot tingle of the blue neon sheen cast on my skin. Inhaling deeply, the picture before me changed, almost imperceptibly, but somehow my periphery expanded and filled with… the excess of it all. I caught my scent again, but it had changed as well. There was no more orange, no cola, no fruit, no sweetness or liquor beyond what was in my glass. What floated from my skin through my nostrils and into my brain was the most animalic leather I had ever smelled – not even a refined leather. Rawhide. My skin – my hide – dripped musky animalism like fat drops of copal, tinged with something bizarrely metallic, like blood. The sensation filled my head and engulfed me.
The last thing I remember, is pondering why that girl seemed so eager to get such a fantastic perfume out of her possession.
***
I woke up Sunday morning, almost afternoon, in a fog. My phone alarm was ringing on the nightstand next to me, and had been for probably an hour. Oversleeping was not like me. I scrambled to shut it off, my head rushing from the movement, and I collapsed back onto my pillow. For a moment I panicked that I’d forgotten to take my birth control pill, but I subsided when I remembered that I’d had an IUD since last year.
What the fuck was wrong with me? How much did I have to drink? Initially I wrote off my fogginess as a hangover, but I realized I wasn’t actually in any pain – no aches in my head or otherwise. I was just… muddled. There was a bracelet still on my wrist from the night before, a gold and black enamel bangle. I didn’t remember putting it on in the first place. In fact, I’d never seen this bangle before in my life.
And then I remembered: brunch. Fucking brunch, we were supposed to meet at 11:30! I leapt from my bed and ignored the corresponding whoosh, speed-showering and deciding to let my hair air-dry. It was fairly warm outside, so I just threw on a floral sundress, kicks, and my leather jacket before racing to catch the bus since I don’t bother with a car in L.A.
When I reached the main entrance of my building, I saw one of the cleaning women, who I’ll call Fernanda, prepping the vacuum. She was a couple years younger than me, and still learning English. As I walked by her I asked in my limited Spanglish, “¡Hola! ¿Cómo está? How is it with, uh… your novio?
“Oh, si, si, bien, miss!” She nodded with a big smile. Fernanda was very pretty, smooth skin and glossy hair. I often wondered why someone so pretty was cleaning condominium halls for a living, she could’ve been a model.
“Your novio, did he propose?” I asked, pointing to my left ring finger. This was a running gag between us.
“No, no,” Fernanda answered with a long-suffering sigh. “He no pop-eh the cuestión.”
I shook my head. “¡Estúpido!” I told her, about her boyfriend, which was how this gag usually ended. And as usual, she just laughed. I bid adios and dashed out the door.
Luckily I was only 15 minutes late, and Alien only hooked her eyebrow as I sat down breathlessly at our al fresco table, her Bellini clasped securely in her dainty hand, red acrylic pinkie nail extending nearly to the base of the stem.
Unlike my own sundry perfume wardrobe, my friend was a pretty devoted fan of Mugler, the designer who made weird into mainstream, and her signature scent was Alien – which is why I will refer to her as Alien for the sake of anonymity. Mugler and I have never “gelled,” per se, but on Alien the olfactory anomaly always seemed at home. I could recognize her ethereal, medicinal jasmine anywhere.
“Girl, what is up with your hair?” she asked when I opened my menu. “It’s flying every which way! You want a hair tie? I got some –”
“I’m all right, thanks,” I told her, laying my menu down to retrieve one of my own hair ties from my bottomless bag. I knew she was just being helpful, but it sounded an awful lot like she was picking on me.
“Are you okay?” Alien asked while I put my hair up in a messy bun. “You look exhausted. What time you went to sleep last night?”
“Don’t know,” I told her honestly, picking up my menu again and looking at my mystery bangle. “Last night was… weird.”
“Oh yeah that’s right, you had that parade! The… Chinese New Year thing. Year of the Pig! How was that?”
“That part was great!” I insisted. “But you know, I think I’m sticking with tea this morning.”
I got my tea, we got our food, and we talked. A lot. Mostly about Alien’s life. Alien and I had known each other since we were kids in Sherman Oaks, and if I’m being honest she does have a tendency to dominate conversations. Anyway, she and her new husband were talking about whether they should try for kids, she wasn’t sure she was ready, yada yada yada. Her husband was in San Francisco on business, so it was just us. After brunch, Alien and I wasted an afternoon wonderfully, reaching my apartment at around 4:00. She told me she was eager to see this blues band performing near her.
“It’s free admission, first come first serve, so we’d need to head there a little early if you wanted to come with. But first, I am fixing that hair!” Since she’s a professional, I submitted to her wise attentions as she deftly wielded the curling iron and hair spray, and while I sat like a good girl I started telling her about the perfume I’d purchased the day before.
“Another one?” she asked. “Could you even go through all you got in one lifetime? Those some decent-sized bottles!”
“I sold off the ones I wasn’t wearing over the internet,” I admitted sheepishly.
“And then proceeded to get another one…”
“But you have to smell it, okay? Then you’ll understand I’m not a dummy.”
Once she was done sprucing me up, she acquiesced and sniffed the nozzle of the flacon briefly. “Smells kind of like… not orange soda, but… maybe? I don’t – it’s definitely interesting.” Alien hooked a brow at me. “You don’t even know what it’s called?”
“Nope,” I shook my head. “And the girl I bought it from didn’t know, either, she got it secondhand. At least, according to what she told me.”
“This could be… what you call it, an amateur ‘entrepreneurial project’,” Alien admitted. “Or, this could be some counterfeit shit that’s real bad for you. Risky either way.”
“Go ahead and try it,” I said, almost daring her. She complied, and sprayed her wrist. And when she sniffed the perfume this time, I could see the same wonder wash over her face that had washed over mine at the garage sale.
“Oh my God,” she muttered, sniffing again. “Oh my God, this is like… this is like my nana’s orange cobbler! With ice cream, what the shit!” She laughed. “I don’t normally like those… what you call ’em, those ‘gourmands,’ but this is fucking delicious!”
“I know, right?!” I was so excited to be able to share this with someone. Not many people nerd out over perfumes. I sprayed myself and told her, “We’re gonna walk in that concert smelling like dessert!
“Hey,” she cautioned jokingly with a raised hand. “I am a happily married woman. They can smell, but they can’t taste.” We laughed as we left my apartment and got into Alien’s car.
When entered the bar, which was clearly popular with bikers, the sugared Chinese hawthorn made its way to my nose again, filling me with a sense of joy and optimism. This place didn’t make Bamboos (no sherry, boo); but the bartender recommended a Manhattan, so I had that instead even though I’m not normally a whiskey fan. The show itself was also not music I’d naturally gravitate toward, but I found myself having a lot of fun nonetheless – the band reminded me of the one that plays in the bar in From Dusk Till Dawn, less blues and more road-trip-through-the-desert rock.
At one point late in the set, the fuzziness of the guitars invaded my ears and reverberated throughout my head, and my nostrils filled with what I thought was biker sweat and bourbon. But then I realized it was me. My perfume was turning animalic once more, beyond musk and straight to untanned hide and distant smoke, and every anxiety, every inhibition, every single insecurity faded into nothingness.
***
My dream was visceral, carnal. I was lying on a Harley in some alley, backwards, the handlebars digging into my shoulders. But I didn’t care. His beard was scratchy, his abs not nearly as toned as his arms, and with my sundress hiked above my knees the insides of my thighs rubbed against the fallen waistband of his jeans – but again, I didn’t care. No, in the dream I was fully, utterly alive, scratching at his shirtless back, meeting his thrusts, squeezing him from the inside. He liked that, and I liked the sounds he made – short, rough, frenetic. He was close. I wanted him closer.
I had never felt so good in my life. I wanted the dream never to end. The friction and tension built and built, and the flames inside me rose higher, and they overwhelmed me – and then I soared straight into the sky with no earthly shackles, free, the stars glittering around me like diamonds in a sea of sapphire ecstasy.
When my alarm pulled me from the phantasmagoria, I was in my own bed, lying on my stomach. I felt the sheet rub against the tender skin of my breasts and thighs – which was when I realized I was naked. I didn’t usually sleep nude. Shooting out of bed, and fighting a head rush, I picked up my phone to silence my alarm… which had been going off for fifteen minutes. This made me thankful for the thickness of my walls – otherwise my neighbors would absolutely hate me.
I threw on my robe and opened my bedroom curtains to greet the day – and the disarray of my room. My clothes, jacket, and shoes (which I normally take off by the door) were scattered all over the floor in drunken nonchalance. I may be in my twenties, but I felt like I was too old for that, so the sight twisted my stomach. Gathering all the items and putting them away (hamper, coat rack, and mat beside the door) was when I noticed my underwear was missing.
As I showered, the warm water hitting the soreness of my body, I questioned how much of what I’d dreamt had actually been a dream at all. I felt… well, I felt like I’d had sex with a burly biker on the back of his Harley. My lips were whisker-burned, and there were reddened areas on my thighs where his jeans had abraded them. I couldn’t recall his name. Did I even know his name?
One-night stands were completely out of character for me. I was always so careful. I’ve only had three boyfriends, two of them during college, and I’d dated them exclusively – and the two during college were outside of my major. The casual sex pool in my department had felt almost incestuous, and I’m certain that dipping my toes in that pond would’ve earned me an STI. And yet, I fucked some random biker in a fucking alley. On his bike. Did we use a condom? I couldn’t remember if he’d worn one. Shit, I’d have to go to the clinic sometime soon to get tested. Go tsao de biǎo zi. This situation was so absurd, I started laughing. Water sprayed my face as I laughed and laughed, like a maniac. I couldn’t stop.
Where the fuck was Alien?
That got me to stop laughing. I shut the water off and rushed back into my room to get my phone, not even caring if anyone could see my nakedness through my window. I frantically checked for texts, missed calls, voicemails.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing from her. Or to her – I checked to see if I’d called or sent her a text, and I hadn’t. Then I thought about how I’d gotten home. Did that biker escort me, on his Harley? That seemed most likely… but if I’d found Alien and she’d driven me home, then that would explain why there weren’t any calls or texts. To cover all my bases, I sent her an embarrassed text saying that I remembered nothing that happened after about 10:00 p.m., and wanted to let her know I was home and see if she got home okay. Sending that made me feel a little better, but still I worried. After blow-drying my hair, putting on some clothes, and then putting my room to rights, I looked on my perfume tray. That tacky rainbow bottle taunted me.
Hell no,” I told the inanimate object. “You are my party perfume, I am not wearing you to work!” So I looked at my other perfumes. Kelly Calèche stood there with her little padlock, like she knew I’d choose her like I do most work mornings. But her iris & rose leather was just too… safe. Everything was too safe. I looked and looked at the usual suspects until my eyes rested on my little black bottle of Bandit. I wore her only on special occasions, and in the evening – but her palate-refreshing leather and oakmoss magic was the only thing that would content me today. I sprayed conservatively, a little on my chest and the back of my neck, put on light makeup, and headed out.
Coming down the stairs, I caught sight of Fernanda again, this time cleaning the windows. I didn’t usually see her in the early mornings, but she said she needed money so she was picking up more hours. I asked about her boyfriend again, he was still estúpido, yada yada yada; but before I could leave, she told me, “You smell nice today!” Though I was still worried over Alien, I smiled and thanked her before leaving to catch the bus.
Public transportation is quite efficient in L.A., and other people in suits and assorted professional attire rode with me in the morning. But unlike most mornings, I noticed some people nearby sniffing the air, and they seemed pleased with whatever scent they caught. I smiled to myself, and went digging into my bag to retrieve my phone and see if Alien had gotten back to me. I stopped rummaging, though, when my thumb found a metal object that really shouldn’t have been there: a big fat ring. I took my hand from my bag, and there it rested loosely on my thumb. It was clearly a man’s ring, gleaming from proper care and engraved in such a way – and with such a big red stone in the center (was it a ruby?) – that I thought for a moment it was a sports championship ring. What the hell was I doing with someone’s sports championship ring?! I looked at the engraving more closely and saw “1989” and “Steers” on one side, and “Jake” and a really hard to pronounce Polish last name on the other. This was some motherfucker’s class ring – a class ring from a motherfucker who graduated high school before I was born. How the fuck did it get in my bag?!?! I couldn’t keep this! When I got off the bus at the station, I immediately went to the lost & found and told them I’d found this ring on the bus (which was half true). The otherwise brusque and asocial representative there chuckled a bit when he saw the name and said, “Aw yeah, this dude shouldn’t be too hard to find!”
Reaching my cubicle feeling a lot better about myself, I sat down and went to check my phone before starting up my computer. As I absorbed the complete absence of replies from Alien, my matronly coworker said, “Girl, you smell real good today! What is that?” I laughed and told her. And that was a routine for the whole day: do my work (which mostly consists of Excel sheets), surreptitiously check my phone for messages from Alien, not get any messages, and be complimented on my perfume. Even my boss seemed happier when he spoke to me. It would have been a fantastic Monday if I hadn’t been so worried about Alien – and if I hadn’t decided to Google that guy’s name from the class ring during my lunch break. First image that came up was the drummer of the band I’d seen the night before.
And the biker from my dream – which I knew wasn’t a dream at all. Holy shit, this dude was twenty years older than me, and I’m not usually into older guys. And how did his class ring get into my bag? Had I… stolen it? Why would I steal a ring with somebody’s name on it? Better yet, why would I steal something at all?
Time to go home, and Alien still hadn’t gotten back to me. Now I was panicking. While on the bus I placed a discreet call to her husband, and when he answered the first thing I asked, beyond how he was doing, was whether he’d heard from his wife.
“Heard from her? She’s right here!” was his reply. “I got home a few hours ago.”
“Oh!” was my initial, shocked reply. “Oh, she… she got home okay! That’s good!”
“Did you… think she hadn’t?” he asked, sounding very confused.
“Well…” I hedged. “We got split up last night, so I just wanted to let her know that I got home okay, and to see if she did. Is she… is she available? Can I talk to her?”
He sighed. “I know I said she’s right here, but actually she’s in the bathroom, can she call you right back?”
“Oh sure, no rush, no rush!” I told him, trying to sound as casual as possible. I thanked him, said goodbye, all that jazz, and waited for Alien to call me back.
She never did. In fact, I never spoke to her again.
The next morning I woke up and went through my usual routine, except I checked Facebook to see if Alien had posted anything. I couldn’t find her page at all, and she was gone from my contacts. I tried sending her a text, as early as it was, and the message was undeliverable. Finally I tried calling her, expecting it to go straight to voicemail. Instead, I got a recording saying, “This number has been blocked…”
I hung up the phone in shock. We’d been friends since we were kids, why would she block me after one night? What the fuck happened?!
I rode the bus in a fog. People around me sniffed the air and appreciated my Bandit, but sadly I couldn’t appreciate their response. Why would one of my lifelong friends drop me? What had I done? Had it been because I went off with the drummer of the band? Had she… seen me steal from him? My gut sank.
As I got off the bus, I could hear the station’s TV broadcasting local news. All I caught was that someone was being interviewed in a hospital – before the same customer service rep from Monday morning pointed to the TV and said to me, “Hey, I heard what happened! Thanks for turning that guy’s ring in yesterday, and… I’m real sorry ’bout what happened to that guy.”
He left before I could ask him to elaborate, and I felt my eyebrows pull into an even further WTF expression than what I’d been wearing all morning. I turned back to the TV and saw that the man being interviewed outside a hospital was none other than the singer-bassist from that biker band. He told the reporter, “Big Jake met this girl Sunday night, fu– sorry, can’t swear on here. Absolutely gorgeous Chinese girl. She’s a little young for him – but definitely old enough to be in a bar, so we… you know, teased him about it as little. But she had this friend, who was married – we saw like, the rings, you know. Beautiful black girl with these long-ass – sorry! These long, red, fake nails, the kind you file to points, you know? They were like big red claws. Anyway, she freaked out about her friend, the Chinese one, being with Jake, and completely flipped her… just flipped. Never seen nothin’ like it in my life, like she dug her claws in Jake’s face!” He gestured his own nails raking against his bearded cheeks for emphasis. “And apparently, she stole his class ring and left it on some bus? Probably realized you can’t pawn something that’s hot when it’s got the guy’s f– friggin’ name on it, you know? I don’t even know anymore, to be honest. None of this makes any damn sense.”
The camera cut back to the news anchor, who summarized that police were looking for an African-American female, late twenties to early thirties, about five-foot-eight, with dyed honey hair and long red acrylic nails.
Alien.
I resolved to stop wearing the perfume – I wouldn’t put it on again until I learned just what the hell was in it. So when I got home, I researched the contact information for one of the chemists from that perfume database, a Russian man I’ll call Yefrem, and emailed him an inquiry as to whether he’d be able to tell me how a mystery perfume was constructed, and if it was healthy to wear. He replied about four hours later, roughly 9:00 a.m. his time, and told me he’d be glad to analyze a mystery, if I would send him a sample. Luckily, I had some empty vials that used to contain essential oils, washed thoroughly and kept, just in case I’d ever need little containers like that. And I did!
When I unscrewed the atomizer cap from the perfume bottle to decant some into the little vial, I was overwhelmed with the odor of rotted orange peels marinating in cherry coke. It felt like the scent filled the room, it was so strong and sickly sweet. And it made me dizzy. As quickly as I could, I poured some into the vial, enough nearly to fill it. Desperate not to spill a single drop anywhere, I steadily withdrew the perfume bottle and lowered it back onto my tray, before reaching the atomizer cap and screwing it back on. Once I capped the vial I collapsed onto the floor.
My breaths wheezed, the effort paining my chest. Everything blurred. My cheeks grew wet – not from tears, but perspiration. I tried to call for help, but no sound came out. Blood roared in my ears, and my heart pounded with adrenaline as I lay paralyzed. Each of my exhales felt like fire.
Then my world went black – and my eyes didn’t open until the following morning, with my alarm. My body certainly paid for my night on the floor, aches and pains stretching from my shoulders to my hips and thighs. A nice hot shower would take care of some of it. And then I’d prep the vial to be shipped to Moscow, with a note to handle the liquid with extreme care.
Part 2
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2019.05.14 05:09 chasedseattle I keep having dreams of my cheating ex girlfriend. How do I make it stop?

I’m an 18 year old male college student in the Southeastern US. Before I started college in January, I moved to Seattle for my ex girlfriend. We had a long distance for 14 months and after I moved there she broke up with me and then I found out she cheated on me. I moved back, spent 4 months fucking and drinking and smoking, then went to college. For the last 9 months I’ve been having dreams of her, and I want them to stop
I’ll give an extremely long version of the story of how I got there now, and it’s going to be personal. There’ll be a tl;dr at the end of it.
When I was 16 I went on a cruise with my best bud. Before this I had never had experienced anything positively sexual, never even had my first kiss yet. It’s all I wanted though, I was obsessed with it since I was very little.
It got worse I was abused by my aunt repeatedly when I was 10 up to the age of 14 when I told my parents, that’s a story for another day. The abuse forced me to search for someone to share sexual experiences with that wasn’t my aunt because it was driving me insane. I think as a result of this I ended up being more dependent on the fact that I needed someone to be with me to solve my issues, I just needed to have an experience that wasn’t my aunt. So this need grew, it got worse after my aunt stopped abusing me by the time high school came around.
When high school came around and the abuse had stopped, I’d begun to make more friends since I wasn’t very likable in middle school and I began to trust people that weren’t just my mother or father. There wasn’t a day in high school that I wasn’t infatuated with someone, that need to have new memories to clear the old was still strong.
When my junior year came around, my best friend, Mike, took me on a cruise for spring break. This was probably as bad as my mental state was at this point and time. I had been so eaten up my need to find someone that I had begin to feel nothing at times. I don’t know if I’m putting it the right way but it was worse as time went on.
On the first night my best friend and I went to this teen club when him and I started doing this absurd dance called the wobble. Some guy, I’ll call him Tyler, came up to us entertained by our dance and asked if we wanted to join him by these couches.
So we did, and that’s when I saw Naomi. She was different. Had short hair and dimpled cheeks covered with freckles. She had brown eyes, and beautiful lips to match the smile she gave at me when we sat down.
I know this is cheesy as fuck and it could just be me romanticizing her but she was perfect to me, she looked so much like Audrey Hepburn. We chatted with the group, and we left the club. Tyler and another one of the group left and it was just Mike, Naomi, her friend Jess, and I.
We spent the whole night getting to know each other, it was so exciting to be even around this girl let alone speaking to her too. I hadn’t been this infatuated with anyone before. We learned Naomi and Jess were sophomores in Seattle, a ways away from the Southeast. We ended that night watching the sunrise on a circle couch, with me getting to a level of friendship with Naomi where I can put my arm around her. That was the first of many firsts for me.
The second day came along, this is the big one. We had spent the day with them again, but when night came around Mike said he was too tired to hang. I was mixed at whether I should hang with Mike or go spend some more time w Naomi, and he gave me the all clear. I find them with sheer luck, and the three of us proceed to sit on the deck of the cruise and watch La La Land. Nothing like that movie to get my heart racing even more than it is now. I sat next to Naomi and I had realized and was told later on that she positioned her hand on my arm rest so I would grab it, I didn’t do it because I was too nervous anyways. Movie ends, Jess leaves, now its Naomi and I. We sit on that same circle couch from the day before, arm around her, and we just talk. Asking about each other’s lives and ambitions, when I ask her if I could kiss her. She said yes, and I was in such disbelief that I asked if she was sure. She was and then for the first time ever I’d finally kiss someone, and I was finally having a sexual experience with someone that wasn’t my aunt. That night was many firsts, and the following day we lost our virginities to each other, and I felt the happiest I’ve ever been to this day. My first everything, was Naomi, including my first love.
Love felt new, something I couldn’t even imagine before and I was glad it was her. She reciprocated that thought and reinforced that this was the best week of my life. The week ended and I gave her a blanket I’ve had since I was very little to remember me by, and I’ll spare more details because this is already extremely long, but the week ended and so began 14 months of long distance.
I had seen Naomi 7 more times, 3 weeks to 4 months was the range of the waits. We sent each other on our month anniversaries, FaceTimed everyday, and snap chatted and texted 24/7. I saw her in Seattle for the first time 4 months after the cruise and her family met mine, amazing week.
Thanksgiving is where the relationship got toxic. Late October, 6 months from the start of the relationship, she had gone to this all male party with her female friend to show her what it was like. Having been already stressed from college apps and her ghosting me that day, I lost my cool and said that it was weird for her to go to a party like that, with all dudes. Again, I didn’t want this feeling of love to go away and after what happened next it got worse.
She broke up with me the next day, saying that this was too much for her. I had never lost it short term as much as I did that day. My eyes ran out of tears and I didn’t sleep for a week straight. She also made a friend at the party named Elijah who she started hanging out a lot with. In addition to this she had been told by him that he was really interested in her, taking the shot since he knows we broke up. She doesn’t ever take him up on that offer, and I know this as fact. 3 weeks later I used all the money I saved from my job and through the years, which only purpose was to get money for plane tickets to see her, and bought a round trip ticket to see her. The night I arrived Naomi went to see a movie and get dinner with Elijah, making me a shaking wreck at the connecting flight airport in Texas. That traumatized me.
I got there and at the end of the week we patched things up, and for the next 7 months we saw each other more. She went to prom with me, we spent spring break again, and she helped me move out. The trust in the relationship was dying, but I stilled loved her. She’s broken it.
In July after 14 months I had left home and moved to Seattle. I got an interview at a bank the next day and got the job. She left the week after with her family to go to Europe and then study abroad. It didn’t matter how long I waited now, I was finally with her after all this time :). Her family trusted me with their home and pets while they were gone, and I learned how to be an adult right after turning 18 pretty quick. Took the bus to Seattle every other day, cooked, shopped for groceries, financed, also went to the community college to plan out my next few semesters there. I felt that my broken self after 8 years was finally happy.
A week after she came back from Europe I was working at the bank when she had told me her lost iPad from a while ago finally arrived. I brought it to her room, turned it on to see if it worked, and had texts pop up.
Texts about a guy to her friend, his name was also Tyler, not the same one though. She had become quick friends with him, spending a lot of time with him after dark.
I lost him again, I ask her casually what was going on but things escalated and she began ignoring me. Pictures of us from social media began to disappear and it drove me to what can only be described to a shaking, murmuring mess alone thousands of miles from anyone I trust.
She came back and broke up with me and threw the blanket I gave her when we left for the first time at my face. She began being very abusive. I immediately began to try to talk to her as contained as possible but she ignores me, we go into her room and she won’t even let me hug her. It hurts, the she takes down photos of us and puts photos of her time in Spain. Naomi puts up a Polaroid of her, with Tyler on her wall with many already places polaroids. I left the room and for the next 3 or so days it was her being on and off with me, and my begging for her back.
An important detail is that the notion of Naomi cheating on me with Europe Tyler never occurred to me, either because that possibility was the worst one imaginable, because I had no other choice but to trust she didn’t cheat on me while we were dating, or a bit of both.
I came back from work one day and the situation really hit me for the first time. I had moved to Seattle for Naomi, my only love, got a job, registered for classes in a community college nearby, and she broke up with me out of nowhere.
I had been pacing all day, even during work, wondering why this was happening to me. Every day felt like a week, every hour was a chapter to my story of shaking and wishing it was all a nightmare. A dream, I wished I was dead and that this wasn’t real. I got a bag with a notebook with my parents names, brothers name, Mike, and Naomi’s and planned to go to Kerry Park to tumble off its ledge and break my neck. When I was halfway to the bus station I saw an elderly couple walking their dogs. I stopped and looked into nothing for a good 10 minutes, on the sidewalk, when I went back to the house. I went downstairs into the bottom layer of the patio, and sat for 5 hours on a moldy couch. Water sprinklers, conversations with Naomi and her parents above, hunger, all passed until I forced myself to get upstairs, a soggy mess into the house walking past the parents. I purposely trip on the stairs down to my room hoping this end this nightmare, my ass just ended up hurting a lot.
I called my dad right after that, and told him I couldn’t take it anymore and that I almost went through with killing myself for the first time in my life. He got a ticket that day and would be there in 3 days.
I had lost all hope, I DM’d the guy who friended my girlfriend to see if he knew what was going on.
He told me they had sex once
I left and didn’t have a proper goodbye after that, Naomi and I didn’t leave on good terms
To this day she keeps denying it happened
She said if I told anyone she cheated on me, she’d tell everyone I did horrible things to her and other people when I never did, I loved that girl to death. I’d kill anyone who laid a finger on her, she was my world.
I left, and spent the next 4 months back home hooking up, smoking weed for the first time, and partying. I felt like a ghost returning home, a home I’d left for one that ended up killing me.
I died up there when the plane took of from Seattle, I didn’t even look out the window to see the city fade away. It was too painful. Everything I ever wanted was gone in a matter of 2 weeks. I spent over 16 months finding love and having it be taken away the worst way possible.
TL;DR: I had my first non abusive sexual experiences with a girl on a cruise when I was 16, transformed it to a 14 month long relationship that slowly broke my trust for her, moved to Seattle to work and be with this girl, she goes to Europe, breaks up with me, I almost kill myself, call my dad to tell him I gotta go home, find out Naomi cheated on me, get threatened by her, and leave to have 4 months of pure misery.
I go to a really good engineering university now and my ambitions on space and becoming an instrument in saving mankind from its many self inflicted wounds have been my purpose now. I have a 4.0 GPA, made a self autonomous plane by myself on the first semester without any prior engineering experience, and I’ve been able to manage the fucking and drinking and smoking to a healthy level. Things are the best they’ve been since Naomi cheated on me.
Yesterday was the 9 month mark, and that’s why I made this post. For the last 9 months, every month or so I had dreams of my ex. I’d love to make posts on its own on those but anyways, I have. It was very frequent after the first time I had sex since I broke up, and since the 2 year mark when I met her.
I dream of seeing her in front of me, talking to me. We talk and hold hands, kiss, hug, and make love. I’m genuinely happy in these dreams, I don’t feel empty and alone for once. They’re so realistic, so accurate with every character in my dreams. It’s like she never left or went away, but what she’s done did happen. Starting two weeks ago they’ve been almost chronological, with each dream her increasingly falling in love with me again and I increasingly forgive her. I love Naomi in those dreams and waking up feels like when she threw that blanket at me. All I want is to go back again, I was so happy.
Writing this down now I feel love for her, but knowing myself later I’d conceal it and say it’s wrong. It’s gotten worse recently and it’s beginning to affect me more than normally. I don’t want the dreams to stop, I never want to forget her.
How do I stop dreaming of Naomi?
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2019.05.01 07:52 Savyna154 [Ephemeral Bond] Chance Encounter

[Not Quite Turing Qualified]

It was another beautiful day on the streets of Neo-Seattle. The dark gray overcast clouds, the rain coming down in sheets lifted Jack’s spirits higher as he walked along the dingy sidewalk. The low constant humming of hover cars rushing far above him only served as background noise as he far preferred to listen to the simple falling of rain. Umbrella in hand, Jack was off to work, already thinking about whether he should stick to nutri-spheres for lunch or splurge a little and get some actual real food for once.
“This is all I earned last week, I swear!”
“Fine. Give it to me. It’s enough to pay off your tax for last week, but this week is still due.”
“But I’ve paid more than twice what Baxter does!”
“You really don’t get it, do you tin-head? Baxter’s a human, you ain’t. You should consider yourself lucky we’re even letting you pay the tax. You’re starting to be more trouble than you’re worth.”
“But I need some money for a charge!”
“Ain’t my problem. Money’s still due on Friday.”
Jack knew it wasn’t his business, but the conversation sounded vaguely threatening. He might as well check it out, make sure nobody’s hurt. Besides, it could be quite the memorable encounter that could lead to opportunity.
He walked around the corner and peered into the brick wall alleyway where he heard the conversation. The usual neon holo signs plastered the walls, advertising anything from gentlemen night clubs and backroom fights to virtual jousting tournaments. There appeared to be a rough looking woman in her late thirties, dressed in many layers of worn down clothing. She was walking away from a younger woman who was on her knees. The younger woman was bent over and trembling, most likely from the cold rain, as she pulled her moldy green overcoat further up to the top of her head in a futile attempt to keep dry. It clearly wasn’t doing much help.
Jack sighed softly. He always hated this part of the city. No matter how impressive the buildings were or how lovely the rain was, it was marred by the people. It was often said that Neo-Seattle would be a lovely place if you just took out the people. He headed forward, walking slowly down the alleyway, past rusty green dumpsters and underneath old fire escapes towards the shivering woman.
“Hey,” he called out to her. “Are you alright? Do you need some help?”
The woman whirled about instantly, bringing her arms up to her face, as if she were attempting to deflect an incoming blow. The sudden movement made Jack take a step back, more out of precaution than anything else. Her large, bright blue eyes were filled with fear, her matted light brown hair fell in unkempt strands across her face, her breathing was ragged and quick. Her face was wet, but Jack had a feeling that it wasn’t due to rain.
“I’m sorry to have startled you miss,” Jack said in a low voice. “I don’t want any trouble. But are you alright?”
“Am...I alright?” She asked in soft voice that soon grew louder. “I-I’m fine. I don’t need help. Who are you anyways? What do you want!?”
“Nothing, absolutely nothing.” Jack replied, having noticed that she practically spat out her last sentence.
There was no doubt to Jack that she was a GRX. Her eyes were far larger than a normal human and glowing softly. Her skin, even though it was dirty, had no discernible blemishes, scars or flaws. So much so that it looked unnatural, artificial. She seemed to be a GRX model number 89 or 127. He bet that if she was able to clean herself, she’d look outright attractive. But she looked like she needed help, despite her protests to the opposite. “Look, I couldn’t help but overhea-”
“Look who’s nosy.” She said, standing up to her feet. “Just can’t help but overhear a private conversation and has to butt in.”
“This isn’t exactly a private place.” Jack remarked, looking around the open alley.
She glared at him with her green glowing eyes. Jack smiled at heart, this would be a lot more fun than he originally thought. But he had to change tactics.
“What I mean to say is,” Jack spoke as he started scratching the back of his head. “I don’t know much about your situation but, are you hungry? Could I take you somewhere and buy you breakfast?”
She gave him a dumbfounded look, as if she were a teacher and he was a student who had just given such a profoundly stupid answer to a question that she had to take a moment to rethink her life choices. Usually treating them like a human prompted a better response. No choice but to press on, Jack presumed.
“Um...I could just buy you a snack if you wanted.” he offered.
“You...you don’t know?” She said as her eyes softened and her head tilted slightly to the side. She then crossed her arms. “Really? Wait, of course you know. You overheard her call me ‘tin-head’. You’re just acting dumb. You’re just trying to mock me. Is that it?”
“I wouldn’t dream of mocking you.” Jack said. It was time for a proper explanation. “All I know is I heard the conversation earlier and it sounds like you were in some trouble. So I wanted to help.”
Her eyes widened as she stared at this man. Did he truly not know? Or is he just taking his lame attempt at humor too far? Perhaps he was stupid. That was the easiest explanation. Well there was no harm in bursting his bubble. She sighed softly and pressed three fingers against the side of her neck. After a brief moment, a small rectangular section of her skin depressed and slid upwards, revealing various ports and plug ins.
Jack’s eyes widened at the sight but he did not recoil. He didn’t expect her to cave in and admit her non-human status so quickly. Perhaps she was a different model, one that he had not had experience with yet.
“I’m a GRX,” She explained, not attempting to hide the shame in her voice. “GRX model number 138. One of the last models ever created before the law came into effect. An ‘undesirable’ even if the government won’t officially label me and others like me as that. That’s what we are. Can hardly work anywhere, can hardly be anywhere. Even just talking to me can be hazardous to your Social Credit Score. Don’t you see? I’m an android. I’m not a human.”
“You’re more human to me than that woman you were talking to earlier.” Jack responded. Her eyes widened at that statement. So far, so good. “Look, I know it’s going to sound weird coming from a total stranger, but do you need a place to stay? I know a few plac-”
“No!” She said vehemently. “I do not need a place to stay! And nor would I take an offer from a complete stranger!”
“Understood,” he said. “Look, can I at least give you something? How about fifty credits? Sounded like you could use them.”
“W-what? F-fifty?” She stammered. “What’s the catch?”
“No catch.”
“I couldn’t possibly take that. I’ve worked for every credit that I earn. I wouldn’t reduce myself to begging and taking charity. No, I can’t.”
“Oh, I see,” Jack frowned at her response. He made a mental note that model 138s appeared to have a tendency towards pride. There was only one thing left for him to do. He took out a fifty credit chit and placed it on the rim of a nearby dumpster. “Well then it seems someone left fifty credits just sitting here. I hope someone who needs it will find it.”
“What are you-” she started.
“Ah I must be going to work now. It was a pleasure meeting you.” Jack said simply as he turned and started walking down the alleyway back towards the sidewalk.
“W-wait. You just left your money here!” She said, picking it up.
“I’m sorry I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.”
“This is your fifty credits!” she practically yelled at him
“I’m afraid you’re mistaken miss,” He said, talking over his shoulder. “I’ve just checked and I have all the money I brought with me.”
He raised his right arm and waved at her as he walked away, leaving her confounded with the fifty credits in hand. Hopefully, when no one was looking, she’d take the credits. He turned the corner and continued on his way to work. His umbrella sang it’s unique song as the rain fell harder against it. He looked towards the overcast sky and smiled. He had two weeks of nutri-sphere lunches to look forward to.
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BRRRT. BRRRT.
Jack woke up with a start. Stretching and yawning, he turned off his alarm clock and got out of bed. Another day awaited him. He left his room to turn on the holo in the living room. He made sure to turn up the volume and moved down the hallway to the bathroom and jumped in the shower.
“-life and tragedy of Lawrence Ortega, brilliant roboticist and tragic social icon. Best known for having advanced the fields of Robotics and Advanced AI and the founder of GretCorp. His company had mild success with the release of their GR3 series and GRT series of robots, but they didn’t achieve true success, and true failure, until the GRX series.”
Ah, it was just another documentary about Dr. Ortega. But, by the sound of it, one that Jack hadn’t heard before. He wondered how biased this one would be.
“The GRX series is truly revolutionary,” said Ortega. Jack recognized his voice. “It is the next step in this field and, dare I say it, the next step for all of humanity.”
“But what purpose does it serve?” Asks the male host. “What good does it do to have a robot that almost looks completely human, acts human and, as you put it, experiences emotions as a human?”
“It’s the next step in advancing society to a higher level.” Ortega took a deep breath. “Imagine, heaven forbid, something bad happened to you and you had to go to the hospital, non life threatening. You sign in at a kiosk, answer a few questions and wait. You haven’t met anyone who actually works there yet. Then when you do get called, you then meet a robotic nurse, perhaps one of our GRT series who, I’m afraid, aren’t the nicest looking of robots. It takes your symptoms before you meet your doctor. Not to undersell our GRT series of robots, but I think we should have spent a bit more R&D on their bedside manner and perhaps a little more on their appearance.
“Now imagine instead of our GRTs or GR3s you meet our GRX series. You wouldn’t feel cold and alienated like you would normally. You meet a friendly face who listens and shows true concern for you and your problems like an actual human, without the usual human error. You can imagine how more at ease you’ll feel. And it’s not just for healthcare, all sorts of other industries are well suited for the GRX series. From taking care of the elderly and disabled to more hazardous jobs, such as police work, fire fighters, biohazardous waste disposal...”
“But is that the only purpose though?” The male host responded. “To make other humans feel more at ease?”
“Ha, I’d be lying if I said that was the only reason.” Ortega replied. “I’m afraid I might be a little idealistic here. But, you've heard the latest reports from Alpha Centauri. About how they found an hospitable world but no sapient life. That only proves to me that we are alone in this universe. So what better way to encounter ‘other’ sapient life than to create it ourselves?”
“Create it ourselves?” The host asked. “So are you saying this is real artificial life? Real sapience? Do they have free will?”
“I believe this is as close to artificial life as we’re going to get.” Ortega laughed. “But I wouldn’t call them truly sapient. They are rather very good imitators of life, of humanity. But don’t worry. Even though they look and act human, they are still governed by GretCorp’s 5 laws of robotics, same as the GR3 and GRT series. They pose no threats to humans.”
“None whatsoever?”
“None whatsoever.”
Jack finished his shower and went to grab a nutri-sphere and a glass of water for breakfast. He sat down at his counter, munching on the remarkably flavorless bread as he continued to watch. He chuckled at ‘real artificial life.’ Sounded like an oxymoron to him. Call it what it is, he argued. Life.
“The GRX series was extremely successful. Governments and titans of industry the world over all flocked to GretCorp to buy them. They were sold out several times and GretCorp’s stock prices soared. However, after several years of interacting with humans in several industries, four studies were made public. They found that the GRXs were mentally and emotionally indistinguishable from humans after undergoing a wide variety of tests given to them by mental health specialists. Protests around the country advocated for the freedom of the GRXs, while detractors claimed they were merely imitating humans.”
Jack remembered those protests. He went to quite a few of them. He was always shocked to see the anger in people’s eyes of the counter protesters, claiming how since the GRXs weren’t flesh and blood they weren’t human. He remembered the violence and how the perpetrators got a reduced charge for ‘damage against property’ instead of aggravated assault. So much disgust and hatred. He closed his eyes and shook his head.
“The United States government, in a compromise, passed the Greta Act that granted freedom to all the GRX models, deeming that they were persons and not property and as such could not be owned. But critics of the law claimed that it failed to further specify whether they were human and as such deserving of human rights. GretCorp was forced to end production of the GRXs and all GRXs were freed from ownership. But they existed in a legal limbo, lacking a proper classification.
“The next election cycle saw a change of power as counter protests rocked the nation as more and more people interacted with the GRXs. A new party was in control, the ‘Pure Human’ party barely beat out the previous administration. They lacked the votes needed to repeal the Greta Law and instead passed acts that placed restrictions on the GRXs, giving federal grants to states who followed suit. Critics called the acts ‘heartless’ and akin to Jim Crow laws with some states suing the administration for discrimination. It wasn’t until the Outburst Incidents that things changed, and not for the better.
“All across the nation, seemingly for no reason, some GRX models were ‘glitching’ and prone to emotional outbursts. They acted in unpredictable manners. Destroying property and causing widespread damage in a clear violation of GretCorp’s five laws, something that was claimed to be in each GRX’s core programming. One GRX individual was found to have been the unintended culprit behind a fire that killed seven people and destroyed several warehouses. He and several other GRXs were deactivated permanently after committing similar crimes. Multiple class action lawsuits forced GretCorp into bankruptcy. Some state governments passed harsher laws on the GRXs and their status, with the current administration praising their efforts. Critics called these measures harsh, claiming they made the GRX a 2nd class citizens at best and an undesirable at worst. Supporters claimed that the GRXs are dangerous, with some saying they should be grateful they aren’t being round up and imprisoned.
“Regardless, the legacy of Lawrence Orteg-”
Jack turned off the holo. He knew how Ortega’s story ended. He had hoped to usher in the next age of humanity. To create a true ‘other’ for humans to meet and get along with. Someone other than ourselves to share the wonders of the universe with. Such was his vision, and he lost everything because of it. Penniless and forced to witness the despair and hardships his GRXs had to endure, he died a broken man. That documentary, surprisingly enough, seemed to be slightly skewed to be pro-Ortega. It was quite different than the vast majority of others on the topic.
He quickly got ready and left his apartment. Maybe he’d see her again today. He didn’t see her the past couple of days, but perhaps today was different. He knew he shouldn’t get his hopes up, but sometimes, he just can’t help himself.
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It had been five days since he had met that lone GRX in the alleyway. He felt some shame that he still didn’t know her name. He was determined to fix that if he saw her again. And yet, today he passed the alleyway and still didn’t see her. Perhaps she had found a job and moved on. That was a nice thought. It wasn’t until later that night he saw her again.
“-eeey!”
He was enjoying a casual stroll back towards his apartment. The sidewalk was slightly busy, with congested hover-traffic above him. He was too focused on attempting to ignore personalized holo ads, that called out to him by name and implored him to buy their products.
“Heeey! I know you can hear me!” he heard the voice getting louder and the sounds of footsteps quickly running up behind him. He quickly turned around and saw her.
“Hey! Finally!” She said with a slight smile on her face. She looked different to him. Her hair was no longer matted, she had some clean clothes on and seemed to be overall happier. “I….I uh…”
“Oh hey!” He says, returning her slight smile with a big one. “It’s so good to see you again. It looks like you’re doing rather well for yourself.”
“Um...yes! I am.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” He held out his hand. “I’m Jack.”
“Naomi.” She replied, taking his hand in hers and shaking it.
“Looks like someone who needed that chit found it huh?” Jack mused.
“Um...yes. You could say that.” Naomi looked around and moved her hands behind her back. “That’s why I wanted to find you. I wanted to say thank you. It was thanks to those credits that I was able to get my battery fully recharged. And while I was getting it charged, I overheard a con-”
“Wait, overheard?” Jack tried to suppress his growing smile but couldn’t. “Now who’s nosy?”
“Well it wasn’t exactly a private place!” She retorted. Jack laughed. “Just listen, please? I overheard there was a place that was hiring and even willing to hire...someone like me. So I went and applied and got the job! And even got an advance to be able to buy the uniform.”
“Ah! So things are looking up for you.” Jack said. He’d have to find out the name of that business. If they were willing to hire GRXs then he wanted to know them better. “I’m glad to hear it.”
“It was all because of you, Jack.” She said softly. “You gave me the...I mean I found the credits and went to the charging station and...well you know! So...thanks.”
“Sorry, what was that?” Jack asked as he acted to be incredibly interested in an particular advertisement.
“I’m not saying it again!” She said, giving him a fierce look. “If you missed it the first time, too bad!”
He chuckled, she was a fun one to tease. “You’re very welcome Naomi. Sometimes we all need a little helping hand now and then. There’s no shame in it.”
“Yeah, sure.” She said, waving her hand dismissively. “Look, you know I have to pay you back somehow right? It’s...it’s really hard for me to just accept something like that without doing something in return.”
“Look you don’t really ha-”
“I want to!”
“It’s not necces-”
“It completely is!”
“Alright, fine,” Jack held up his hands in defeat. “You talked me into it. I’ll take you somewhere.”
“Good! I…” She started, blinked, then pointed a finger accusingly at Jack. “That’s not what I meant and you know it! You’re just the most infuriating man!”
“Am I?” Jack asked and raised her eyebrow at her. “Am I really?”
Naomi thought for a second, then shook her head. “No. I suppose not. I’m serious though. Let me take you somewhere. How about we get you something to eat?”
“Oh?” Jack asked
“I mean, if that’s alright with you,” Naomi explained. “If you don’t mind the hit to your Social Credit Score you’ll take from ‘fraternizing’ with a ‘non-human person’ as they call it.”
“Oh my,” Jack replied, not being able to hide the growing smile on his face. “Are you asking me out on a date?”
“I take the offer back” She answered without hesitation. “And I take back what I said about you not being the most infuriating man.”
“Alright! You win.” Jack said. “Let’s go somewhere to eat. One that allows GRXs and those with low Social Credit.”
“Don’t get any funny ideas.” Naomi warned. “This is just to say thank you. Nothing more. I got to be fully charged because of what you did, so now I get to return the favor.”
“Sure, sure.” Jack replied. “A ‘thank you’ dinner. Nothing more.”
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Ever since that dinner, Jack saw Naomi every day afterwards. Some days it was an exchange of greetings, other days it was a proper sit down. Jack had to admit that she seemed to be doing far better for herself. Perhaps that influx of funds was all the push she needed to get her life back on track. Well that’s just how it was, some GRXs needed a lot of help to get back in the right direction, others needed minimal involvement. Naomi was simply one of the latter he supposed.
It was late, Jack had just gotten off work. It was another rainy day and his umbrella was singing a familiar song heard all over Neo-Seattle. Work had been quite interesting and largely tiring. But his thoughts drifted away from work and towards his bed that awaited him at his home.
He passed by the alleyway that he first saw Naomi in. By habit now, more than anything, he took a peek down. He stopped dead in his tracks.
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Naomi slowly came to. Where was she? She was somewhere soft and warm, that much she knew. Oh how nice it felt! But soft and warm weren’t right. She slowly opened her eyes. Or at least tried to. One eye wasn’t wasn’t transmitting at all. The other eye looked quite blurry and distorted. What happened? The last thing she recalled…
She immediately jumped to her feet, her arms in front of her face. “Get away from me! GET AWAY FROM ME!” Her whole body trembled, she wasn’t safe. She was never going to be safe. She heard footsteps hurrying towards her.
“Naomi! Naomi you’re alive! Oh thank God…”
“GE-” Wait. She recognized that voice. “Jack? Is that you?”
“It’s me Naomi.” The voice assured her. It sounded so soothing to her ears. A shapeless blob appeared in her vision that slowly revealed itself to be Jack as he got into focus. “You’re in my apartment. You’re in my room. You’re standing on my bed right now.”
She slowly lowered her arms, her left hand caught on a cable that was plugged into her neck. She was charging. She was in Jack’s apartment. Was she safe? She still didn’t know.
She did a self diagnostic. She had taken severe damage to her cranial region. One eye was non responsive, the other was greatly diminished in capacity. Some more areas of her chassis were burned from electrical shocks. She remembered that. She knew what happened if she tried to leave on her own, but she did it anyways.
“Please sit, Naomi,” Jack said in a soft voice. “You’re safe here. I promise, nothing will happen to you. And you’re free to leave whenever you want, but I’d advise against it considering the condition you’re in.”
She slowly sat down. Her hands went up to her face. She felt a long gash down the side of her cheek. She hesitated to even touch near her eyes. Her fingers trembled, and before she knew it, she broke down into tears. Jack gently pointed out a box of tissues on the nightstand before sitting near the foot of his bed.
She muttered her thanks and grabbed a few. “Jack...I always seem to find myself in your debt, don’t I? Why?”
“Why?” Jack looked puzzled. “Why did I help you? The answer to that is simple. All throughout life, you meet lots of interesting people. Some stay in your life forever, for better or worse, and some you only meet once. And there are those that can be one or the other that depends on what you do. I feel that what a person does during these chance encounters reveals much about their character. Do they take a leap of faith? Put themselves out there even though there’s a chance they could get hurt? Or do they hold back? Shy away and let the opportunity slip through their fingers, never to be seen again. I imagined you were one such chance encounter, so I took a chance on you.”
Naomi sat quietly, still dabbing her eyes with the tissue. Listening to this puzzling man. This, confusing, indecipherable, somewhat infuriating, and infuriatingly kind man.
“That can’t be all.”
“Ah, so you can already see right through me huh?” Jack chuckled. “I suppose you could say that I have a bit of a...soft spot for GRXs. I knew one, a few years back. His name was George and he was a fireman. Long story short, he saved my life. I found him a few days after I had recovered, and thanked him personally. You should’ve seen his face. It just completely lit up. He was so happy, so humble, so thankful that I took time out of my day to thank him.”
Naomi noticed that when he spoke of George, he didn’t use the terms that other humans normally would. Calling him a ‘him’ instead of an ‘it’. ‘Fireman’ instead of ‘Fire GRX.’ It was unexpected, but not unwelcome to Naomi.
“That’s when it really hit me. GRXs aren’t simply robots or tools or machines. They’re people. Doesn’t matter what your maker says, or what a politician says, to me, you’re all people. People who live and die alongside biological humans. People worthy of basic human decency. So whenever I see a GRX who looks to be in need, I try to lend a hand if they’ll accept it.”
Naomi processed what he said for some time. It stirred something deep inside her. She never heard a human ever say those words before. It was...nice. Nice knowing that not all humans wanted her dead or gone. It took another moment before she realized it was quiet for a lengthy amount of time. “I never did ask you for help, and yet you still did.” She said, breaking the silence at last.
“Ah, that’s just because I believe you suffer from an affliction that affects many humans.” Jack said simply. “Pride.”
“Pride…” She thought for a moment. It was true. She was always prideful, even when on the streets. She refused help from anyone and always paid back gifts when no return payment was expected. She had always gotten by all on her own. She considered it shameful to even admit weakness or that she could use aid. Her eyes welled up again.
“Jack, why didn’t I take your advice?” She blurted out, looking down into her lap. “Why didn’t I listen when you said you knew of places I could go to? Like when we first met, or during the dinner, or anytime after that? It was so logical to just accept some help when I knew I was needing it and yet I was so sure of myself! I thought I knew what I was doing, I just knew I could work it out and I was finally on my way off the streets! I thought I knew it all...except...I d-didn’t. It all f-fell through. I knew n-nothing and in the end...I...”
Naomi raised a hand to her to the gash on her face. Her fingers trembled as touched the edges of the cut. She whimpered and quickly grabbed some more tissues, futilely wiping at her falling tears.
“Naomi…” Jack said softly. “It’s okay.”
Naomi knew she was a mess. As the memories of what happened to her came flooding back, it only added to the storm of emotions raging inside her. Anger, sorrow, hate, disgust, resentment, fear, pride. She felt them all individually and each one so strongly. How do humans do it? How could they possibly feel everything she felt, and more, and still continue on with their lives? Why was she created to feel all these human emotions and look like one but never actually be one or treated like one?
Her breaths came out raggedly and sharply. Her body continued to shiver even though she wasn’t cold. She had never felt this way before, she could scarcely contain it. The emotions swirling inside here were threatening to burst through at any moment. Is this what an outburst was? She frantically looked all over the room, for something to hold on to and soon her eyes locked onto Jack’s. What would she see in his eyes? Fear? Pity? No, she only saw understanding and gentleness, even with her distorted vision. She stared into his soft, kind eyes, never wavering for she feared if she looked anywhere else she would lose herself completely.
“You’re bound to make mistakes,” he said, giving her a sincere look. “After all, you’re only human.”
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2019.02.10 16:07 Katstoshkun AITA for telling my ex-girlfriend/former possible baby momma off and then putting her on "blast" online?

So about a year ago, I went home for 3 months during my graduate schooling to assist my family with some funeral and estate dealings after one of my family members passed away. I left the northeast, fly back to the midwest, and spent some time grieving and being in a really depressed mood while we buried one of my godfathers. (Not my 'official' one but a mentor and my great uncle) I was down and using alcohol and weed to cope and one of my former flings from college hit me up while I was in town for a few months. We started to see each other and casually date but mostly just go to basketball games and get food. Let's call her Sarah (fake name)
One night, we are out partying and I drink way too much. I fall asleep in the backseat of my best friend's suburban parked around the corner from the night club. I had been throwing up and my best friend (Let's call him Zach) put me there with a blanket and some food. I passed out and when I came to, Sarah was on top of me having sex with me. I of course pushed her off and found Zach and left. (This is January of 2018)
We break things off and go our separate ways. I fly back to the northeast and do my thing. Then in April, I get a call from her telling me that she's pregnant. I of course freak out but I remain surprisingly calm and decide to be an adult. I tell her that if I am the Dad, that I will be there for the child but I want absolutely nothing to do with her whatsoever. She begins to bounce between abortion and keeping it every single day. I tell her that she needs to be taking prenatal vitamins, going to the doctor (which she finally does after a month), and getting our finances in order. She does all those things and then is hesitant to tell me the due date. Turns out her Due date was December 5th or something. I do the math and if we had "sex" January 2018 there is no way that "our" kid would be able to be born in December.
She confesses that she was trying to trap me and that the real Dad just got sentenced to 9 years in prison. I tell her that I wish her luck but I need some space and I would not like to talk to her for some time.
Everything goes away and she has the baby, etc. But then this week, she messages me on Facebook "Hey how are you doing!!" and all that crap. She continues to message me and call me non-stop trying to get back into my life.
I wasn't sure what to do but after a few beers, I called her and blew up on her over the phone. I said something along the lines of: "You know Sarah, you are the biggest piece of shit I have ever known in my entire life. Knowing you has been a mind-numbing, agonizing experience from start to finish including you sexually assaulting me when I was passed out, trying to stick a fucking child that wasn't mine on me, and thinking its all okay and that I am being an asshole because I told you that I wanted my "child" to have vitamins, regular appointments, and good food/support". You are fucking scum and I hope you never fucking talk to me every again you fucking cunt". I put her on blast on social media (Facebook) with tons of people saying "Wow Sarah", etc. She then apparently has been crying ever since. I took down the post this morning off of Facebook.
Granted, I feel bad, because she does have some mental health issues, but I have been through a lot. So AITA Reddit? Did I go too far? Or should have just let it ride?
TL;DR: Family member died, moved back home for a few months, got depressed, dated bad girl, got taken advantage of in my passed out state, got almost trapped in a pregnancy and left, and then blew up on the girl later on for trying to come back into my life
EDIT: I went back to the midwest not Pacific NW. My extended family moved to the Chicago-area from Seattle-area.
EDIT 2: She tried to message me on Facebook (and twitter) not instagram
EDIT 3: My putting her on "blast" was a huge block of summary of the whole thing on Facebook, I called her to tell her all the "bad" stuff but the facebook stuff was just a detailed summary of the entire thing.
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2019.01.20 22:57 AkindamolaMiles Inside Kaitlyn Bristowe and Jason Tartick's "Date Night Gone Wild

Kaitlyn Bristowe and Jason Tartick had a "wild" night out on Saturday. The Bachelor Nation duo continued to spark romance rumors this weekend as they spent time together in Nashville. Bristowe and Tartick were joined by pals, including Bachelorette alum and self-proclaimed "third wheel" Blake Horstmann, for a night out in Music City, which featured drinking, dancing and singing. The group all documented the evening on social media, with one video showing a waiter pouring a drink right into Horstmann's mouth. Tartick later shared a video of Bristowe getting the same treatment from the waiter, telling his followers, "Casual dinner, nice little Saturday night date." He captioned the post, "Date night gone wild." Read Kaitlyn Bristowe Says She's After dinner at Barcelona Wine Bar, the group headed to Flamingo Cocktail Club to do some dancing. Instagram In one of Tartick's Instagram Story posts, Bristowe can be seen dancing to Michael Jackson 's "Thriller." "@kaitlynbristowe there's no after date night like after date night w you," he captioned the video. Instagram In a later video, Tartick put his arm around Bristowe as they listened to Céline Dion 's "My Heart Will Go On," which is also the Titanic theme song. "This ship cannot sink," Tartick said. Earlier this month, Bristowe and Tartick went on their first date together. Since then, the duo has been spending a lot of time together, despite living in separate cities. It was just days ago that Bristowe surprised Tartick by flying to Seattle to see him. Last week, Bachelorette alum Bristowe dished on her relationship with Tartick during the Jan. 17 episode of the PodcastOne series , Off the Vine with Kaitlyn Bristowe , saying, "His energy is electric." "I think just how respectful he's been through this whole thing. He's just a gentleman. He just seems to enjoy all the same things as me," she said. "He has the same morals and values as me."
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2018.09.24 15:03 l0calsonly RECAP: HELP! I Suck at Dating w/ Blake and Jason

Couldn't recap last night when there was a thread on this, promised I'd do it in the AM so here it is!
ALSO, love this podcast for having so few fucking ad's! F*CK YOU ALMOST FAMOUS
[JASON]
[BLAKE JOINS]

Rapid Fire Questions: Vegas edition

Pool party or Club? Pool Party (Blake adds "because I get to be home by 7 pm")
Back by midnight: success or failure? In Vegas, a failure (hard to tell who says what here). Dean says "I'm never going out without Jason again!"
Coffee or Bloody Mary? One of the guys ask "which day of the week" (Jason I believe) and then someone outs Jason for ordering both this morning lmfao (Jason's laugh is contagious and I've laughed with him throughout this podcast so if he starts one I'll definitely be recapping all of them 🤣).
Pool Party: Topless or Bottomless? Jason and Blake says topless. Dean says bottomless.
Fruity drink or manly drink (on the Beach)? Blake says fruity with no shame, Jason says he'll take all the fruitiness, and Jared says Pina colada all the way ALL DAY
One piece or two peice bathingsuits? They all seem to agree that the 1 piece, when pulled off, is sexy af. Apparently Dean really likes when women have tan lines from their two piece and their tan lines are visible in their one piece.
They ask Dean "pregnant women or not pregnant women"? Dean says well, it depends
Dean asks if the other guys DM's are sexual or funny? Says he never really gets X-rated DM's its always pics of dogs, etc. Jason says he gets a variety of DM's, ones on politics, economics, gay rights, that most of his followers want to talk about deeper things. Says it's different across on media platforms, though. Blake says he doesn't get economic q's or anything like that but the number one question he gets asked is "how do you get over heartbreak" otherwise it's mostly proposals for marriage. They talk about how they all feel bad that they can't respond to everyone.
Jared tells a story, without names, saying a contestant from his season of the Bachelorette who was "nice" but got a bad edit in Paradise/was a villain had apparently bragged saying "dude ha the best thing about being villanized -- when I was on the bachelorette and I was the nice guy I'd get all these DM's proposing marriage and msgs from people that wanted to date me -- was getting all these nude photos and having women want to sleep with me"
** I was corrected, this was JARED speaking, not BLAKE/JASON!? Either way, gross!!! I'll go back and listen to this bit of the podcast later today bc I need to know.
Roulette: which number are you playing and why? Jared says 15. Jason says 19, was his number growing up playing Hockey. Dean says 10. Blake 12 was number in basketball or football.
Backstreet Boys concert or J-Lo concert? Jason and Jared = Backstreet Boys, Blake and Dean = JLo (I think?)
JLO or Britt Spears? Jason says he thinks Britt was his first CD, talks about how she was the first girl he put on his wall lmao, he hung the posted that came w/ it. Blake says JLO
Strip clubs: yay or nay? Blake says nope, Jason can't stand them but does enjoy one in Miami (E11EVEN)
Oceans 11 or Hangover Jasons a big oceans guy, Blake chose the hangover. Apparently GROCERY JOE told Jason he's a superfan too - he watches Oceans over and over, told Jason he practically falls asleep watching oceans every night lmao
Spray tan or Sun tan Jason tells a story about asking Blake and Colton on the show "how they're so bronzed" and "which tanning salon they go to" as a joke. It turned out that they'd both been using Jergens tanning lotion so Jason calls them dirty dogs and mentions that Colton used A LOT, lmao all over. Even on his face.
Fist pump or flossing? Blake says flossing. Jason says fist pumping, and that he's sorry he let us down
Planet Hollywood or anywhere else? Obviously planet Hollywood
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2018.08.14 03:54 Arashie The International 2018 in Vancouver FAQ (Updated!)

Hey there again, you punks.
So with a tip coming from some of the moderators on the board, I've decided just to quickly update this FAQ that I wrote a few months back since TI is next week and I'm sure many of you still have a ton of questions. I've gotten some more information that I can pass down to you in regards to Vancouver but also now TI as well, including updated marijuana laws and beer recommendations.
Two quick notes:

VANCOUVER WEATHER

This summer has been an extremely hot season in Vancouver (at least in Vancouverite standards). Like anyone who attended in Seattle last year, there is noticeable smoke in the air in the city due to the fires all over the Pacific North West. If you have breathing issues or health related problems do to particles in the air, be advised that there is currently an Air Quality Advisory in effect so act accordingly. Wind/Rain will most likely clear up any issues going into next week, but just a heads up in case new fires flare up or we aren't blessed with some light rain. Forecast is looking to be sunny through midweek and the finals, with an average of about 23-25C.

THE PACIFIC NATIONAL EXHIBITION IS OPEN!

A staple for Vancouver residents since 1910, the PNE will be open from August 18th-September 3rd (closed on August 20th & 27th). If you're looking to do something after a midweek day, the PNE is the perfect place to go checkout for a fun night out filled with events, concerts, beer gardens, crazy carny food, rides, maybe BSJ, shopping and a lot more. This article will tell you everything you need to know about the PNE, how to get there and what's going on.
ALSO BOYZ II MEN AUGUST 18TH GET HYPED.

PLACES TO STAY

Yes, but it's not exactly regulated by AirBnB. Feel free to stay at one through AirBnB but know that it might be a little tricky to deal with issues if they come up with your rental. Also while you're at it, check out VRBO.
The general piece of advice you'll get from any local about where to stay for TI is going to be anywhere that's on the Skytrain Expo Line (the line in dark blue). The Expo Line will take you to Stadium-Chinatown station, which is where Rogers Arena is 30 seconds away. As in Seattle, the closer to downtown you are, the more expensive it is to stay.
Unlike Seattle Center, there aren't very many budget hotels left, if at all in the Downtown core. The cheaper hostels are available, though fair warning, many of them are placed on Granville Street, which is a place that many Vancouverites will tell you to avoid while you're here (Though I have never stayed at a hostel on Granville, if anyone has an experience, feel free to share). Check out the Ramada Inn and the Days Inn near Waterfront for some cheaper-ish options.
In my mind, there are two places that I would keep a look-out for avoiding while you visit Vancity.
  1. Granville Street. During the day time it's normally fine, filled with some cool shops (Golden Age Collectibles, The Rock Shop, Movieland Arcade) but it's packed to the absolute max with dumbasses at night due to the amount of night clubs. There's police around every weeknight, but since you're in Vancouver for a good time, head towards Gastown, Chinatown or Main Street for places to party.
  2. Downtown East Side. If you've researched anything about Vancouver, you'll know that this area as where a large portion of the cities homeless reside. There is rampant drug use, poverty and sex work in this neighborhood, focused mainly between 5-10 blocks in the area of Main/Hastings. That being said, the community is an especially strong one, with fantastic human beings supporting the less fortunate. Though there isn't too much danger in terms of being robbed, you might want to just avoid the area at night. Be respectful to the people of this community and you'll have no problems.

TRANSIT

Sadly, no there isn't. We know, it absolutely sucks and everyone in Vancouver is aware. Your options are public transit or a taxi.
Super shitty if you don't like paying for parking. If you can, park outside of the Downtown core near a Skytrain and then head over to the Arena. Commercial Drive is pretty good for this if you can find certain spots. Tinseltown as well if you buy a movie ticket on non-event days.
If you've ever been to any major city, you'll notice that Vancouver shares the same load-up card/tap system that places like London share. It's called Compass Card and it's fairly easy to use. Just load up money onto the card, tap it when you enter and tap when you leave. It'll do all the calculations for you. Note that certain zones will cost more just due to how far you're traveling.
Yes it does! Car2Go and Evo are two of Vancouver's most popular car share services. Hot tip would be to register before you head over to Vancouver and it'll help mitigate the fact that UbeLyft aren't in Vancouver just yet. Just drive safely.
The easiest way to get to downtown from YVR, if you aren't getting picked up/taking a taxi is to take the Canada Line. It will take you directly to Waterfront station, from there you can take multiple buses, the Expo Line (the main line that will take you to Rogers Arena) or the Seabus (going to North VancouveLonsdale).

ALCOHOL

19 years old.
Vancouver has an exploding craft beer culture and you'll be happy to find that the variety of different beers/ciders to drink is absolutely massive, probably to the point of being intimidating.
Here are some of my favorite breweries and the beers that you should look out for when you're at the liquor store/pub:
Twin Sails Brewing
Dat Juice Pale Ale
Two Straws MilkShake IPA
Short Pants Mosaic IPA
Brassneck Brewing
Changeling Sour
Passive Aggressive IPA
Bjorn Again Farmhouse Ale
Steel & Oak
Changeling Sour
Passive Agressive IPA
Bjorn Again Farmhouse Ale
Bomber Brewing
Bomber Parklife Passionfruit Ale
Bomber Pilsner
Bomber Snow White IPA
Yes. First, there isn't any drinking in public if you already didn't know. Second, you must have TWO pieces of ID on you whenever you go to buy drinks in case you're asked for your ID. First piece must be photo ID, the second piece must be something with your name on it (in order for bartenders/servers to validate the first piece). I see a lot of tourists thrown off by this, so just know that Vancouver's liquor laws are much more strict than other places.
I've heard from a few Vancouver residents that this isn't exactly enforced harshly, but just to note that it is an actual law. Piece of mind.
%.05. There will be a ton of pubcrawls and side events going on for people that are attending TI and I'm sure that you'll be blasted one night or another. Please don't drink and drive. If you need a cab, here are the numbers you can contact in order to grab a taxi from downtown.
Yellow Cab: (604) 681-1111
Black Top Cab: (604) 731-1111
MacLure's Cabs: (604) 831-1111
Also, a note for people from outside of Vancouver: the cab drivers in this city are notorious for being hard to deal with at times. Broken debit machines, cash up front, not providing receipts. Use your common sense to get you through pushy cabbies. If they have a broken debit machine and they are still driving, kindly reject them and give your business to another cabbie that will. UbeLyft will be here soon and karma will bite them back.
If at anytime you are in an emergency and don't know what to do, please DM me and I will provide my contact info.

FOOD

Vancouver is a glutenous paradise of places to eat. Instead of giving you specific places to go eat, here are some links that you might find helpful in terms of recommendations:
Meowjin's Guide to TI8
The 38 Essential Vancouver Restaurants
It's To Die For List
This is not confirmed at the moment, but if the rules were anything like Seattle, you will be able to bring outside food into the arena. You are not permitted to bring liquids into the venue. You'll have to dump out your water bottle and refill it once inside. Rogers Arena might have different policies, but thankfully the venue has twice the amount of food stalls including a much more varied selection.
Everyone from Vancouver attending will hate me, but this is going to be one of the hottest tips I can give you: there is a Costco food court DIRECTLY across the street on the lower level of Rogers Arena that DOES NOT require a membership in order to buy food. It is the only Costco food court in Canada that doesn't need a membership to eat there. Hot dogs, poutine, pizza, soft drinks, ice cream and it's all lovingly Costco cheap. Enjoy!

MONEY

Visa/Mastercard are widely accepted everywhere. Cards such as American Express/Discover are also accepted most places, though a few places might reject them for whatever reason (higher charge rates, issues with their machines etc..) Best case would be to make sure you have a Visa/Mastercard with you at all times as a back-up in case you run into any issues. Most places in Vancouver also allow you to use Android/Apple Pay now as well. No bitcoin though.
Well, that's entirely up to you. If you're staying the full week, a few hundred dollars in spare Canadian currency won't hurt you, especially if majority of your spending is going to be on plastic. There's going to be the Secret Shop, but that'll be done through online ordering and not cash payments. Just don't come with nothing. Worst case, always have at least $30-$40 cash on you just in case you run into a bind. It's really entirely up to you and how you plan on spending your time here. Do note that because of the low Canadian dollar, don't be surprised if the price of certain things is higher than usual.
By far it would be the Vancouver Bullion & Currency Exchange due to their lower exchange rates. Banks will more than likely charge you higher rates than the VBCE.

ETIQUETTE

Due to the amount of fires that have started in the Pacific North West the past month or so, please do not throw your cigarette/joint butts into the street, sidewalk, bushes or wherever that isn't a proper garbage. You'll get a ton of dirty looks by locals if you do otherwise.
Canadians are known to be rather polite, we'll answer questions for you or guide you in the right direction (as long as we aren't in a huge rush). As long as you're respectful of the people around you, take care of your hygiene, don't spit on the ground, talk over people in conversation or just avoiding being a total dick, you'll be fine. Though Vancouver is a somewhat socially cold city, that's mainly in dating circles. Get some new Bumble photos up!
Most places won't have the tip included in your bill. It's common courtesy to tip between %10-%15 of your final bill if you enjoyed your meal/drink/service. Feel free to go higher if you had a really excellent time. Some places do include the tip in the bill, but will have it noted usually at the bottom of the menu.
A few. Remove your backpack when you're boarding a bus/SkyTrain in order to create more space for the people around you. Hygiene again is a big one. Remember to fill your Compass card and check your remaining balance at least once a day in case you're transiting a lot. If you see elderly/disabled/parents with strollers attempt to come on board, the polite thing to do would be to offer your seat etc..
Don't worry at all! Vancouver is an extremely multicultural city and the residents here are used to hearing many different languages daily. Best bet is if you struggle communicating with anyone for any reason, download the Google Translate app and use it to answer questions you might have in a discussion.
Use common sense. Most players/talent would be more than willing to sign an autograph or pose for a photo with you. But also be aware that much of the on-screen talent (Slacks, Kaci, panel members) will often have to be running from segment to segment, taking in matches and so on. If they seem to have a minute, ask nicely, thank them for their time and cross one off of the bucket list.
Don't throw things at Slacks.

THE ARENA

No update on this. Rogers Arena is mainly a concrete concourse, surrounded by a viaduct and multiple lower roads. Unlike Seattle Center (which had multiple fields and smaller available venues), the only place large enough outside the Arena that could hold a large crowd with a big screen would most likely be the "main" entrance through Expo Blvd/Pat Quinn Way. There are a few other options in the area, but we're going to have to wait to see how creative Valve is with the space around the Arena. Perhaps they rent out the adjacent parking lots?
No update on this also, but again, there's a lack of outdoor space beyond the concrete concourse. Sportsbar Live will be open, which also gives a view of inside the Arena while you're eating/drinking. But again, it's indoors.
From what I remember from Canucks games, yes, there are stations where you can plug your phone in to charge. But don't be surprised if a company like NVIDIA pops up a charging station outside much like in Seattle.
18,630.
One of the more obvious differences that most people will find from Key Arena to Rogers Arena, is that unlike Key Arena, Rogers doesn't have an open space concept between levels. Meaning, you won't be able to just look up to the third floor and see players hanging out like you normally would. This year, they most likely will be held in the boxes above or in the dressing rooms in the lower levels. Look for autograph times scheduled throughout the week to see your favorite players.
The only thing right now is a Vancouver Whitecaps (MLS) game on August 18th and a BC Lions (CFL) on the 25th. So if you really feel inclined, now you know.

WEED

When: On October 17th, weed will officially be legalized in British Columbia and most parts of Canada.
How: Normally you need a medicinal prescription to purchase marijuana legally. Though, because of the soon to be legalization coming up in a few months, most dispensaries will most likely write you a prescription if you tell them a valid medical reason for the marijuana (Trouble sleeping, chronic joint pain, back pain, headaches, trouble eating etc.). My friends who smoke themselves told me that hot tip, so do with it what you will. Please DO NOT buy weed from a source that isn't verified by another trusted person or a licensed dispensary. You never know what your weed could be laced with.
Where: Here are some dispensaries located close to Rogers Arena.
Bloom Medical Dispensary
The Dub Dispensary
The Medical Cannibis Dispensary
You can't smoke anywhere that frequents children, even if there aren't kids around. So no beaches, public parks, playgrounds etc..
So just, anywhere that's away from people that don't want to partake essentially.
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TICKETS

If you weren't able to buy tickets from Ticket Master, you have a few options.
Post in the TI8 Vancouver Subreddit and ask if anyone has a spare ticket.
Buying tickets from scalpers in front of Rogers Arena is fairly easy and shouldn't be difficult if you understand the basics of haggling.
  1. Know what you're comfortable paying and stick to it. Always remember that number.
  2. Be prepared to just walk away. The longer you stay negotiating, the more you show the scalper how important it is for you to buy the tickets. Play the long game.
  3. The less you talk, the less information you give the scalper. If he says he's got a Midweek ticket for $300, shrug and say no thanks.
  4. Have money in your hand/wallet when you're trying to buy tickets. When they see that the cash is right there, they'll be more inclined to just make the deal and move onto the next one.
You will most likely miss the opening ceremonies, but after that the prices for Midweek tickets will normalize and scalpers will want to just get rid of their tickets at a lesser price.
The advantage you have in this instance is that Vancouver, outside of the LoL tournament at Pacific Colosseum, doesn't have much experience with esports tournaments. So scalpers themselves won't have the same level of patience. The longer you wait to buy your tickets from them, the cheaper you can get them for. Only downside is that you'll be missing games.
The other thing you can do is literally just walk around the outside of the Arena and spot non-scalpers with extra tickets. There are always people who buy extra tickets and are just wanting to get their money back (friends flake on them, they couldn't flip them like they thought).
DO NOT panic and end up buying an overpriced ticket from StubHub, Craigslist or wherever. Tickets will be available, you just have to keep your cool.
The box office at Rogers Arena is located at the bottom of the venue on Expo/Pat Quinn Way at the Toyota Ticket Center. You can pick up your tickets between these times:
Mon, August 20th: 7AM - 9PM
Tue, August 21th: 8AM - 9PM
Wed, August 22nd: 8AM - 9PM
Thu, August 23rd: 8AM - 9PM
Fri, August 24th: 8AM - 9PM
Not sure about the box office times for the Finals. Will update that when I know.

FIRST TIME ATTENDING TI

So first off, understand that EVERYONE there is going for the same reason you are, DOTA. Don't be afraid to go up to people, say hello and start conversations. If they shrug you off, fuck them, they don't deserve your brilliance. Enjoy yourself. Worst case, just create a thread on DOTA saying that you want to go shotgun a few beers. My first TI was pretty much by myself, but the combination of a beer + a garden really did wonders.
Simply put, don't worry as much as your mind is telling you to worry. All the talent (casters/players) are incredibly friendly and are pretty much the same as us, just super stoked to be there. But do give them space if they're working or running around to the next thing.
During TI, after every First Blood in a match, there are potential drops given to in arena attendee's who have registered their badge with their Steam ID. There will be a Steam Link kiosk/section OUTSIDE of Rogers Arena, so look out for it. You must have tapped into the Arena in order to be eligible for those drops.
The link to register your badge to be eligible for these drops will be on the back of your badge when you receive it.
Try to pack as lightly and efficiently as possible. My two main staples during the last two TI's were a water bottle (usually given out in a goody bag for midweek + finals ticket holders) and a portable battery pack for my phone. Also know that you might buy things from the Secret Shop, do some shopping downtown and the last thing you want to do is carry that stuff around with you all day. Though consider bringing a sweater for inside the Arena, as Rogers is a fairly cold one.
HOT TIP
Try checking with bell boys/concierge at any hotels if they can possibly check in some of your bags for you. I tried this at TI7 and was surprised how chill they were. I left them a $5 tip for taking my bags and was free for the rest of the day.
Avoid the Secret Shop on the first day or else you'll just spend the entire day waiting in line. Midweek the shop lines will be much more reasonable.

MISC

Well formatted thread to get you started.
Also a well-detailed Google Map of venues/places that should interest people attending TI for places all across Vancouver
Depending on your situation, here are numbers for emergencies in British Columbia.
Ambulance, fire, police: 911
Poison Control: Lower Mainland: 604-682-5050 Toll-free: 1-800-567-8911
Healthlink BC: 811 Deaf or Hearing Impaired: 711
Crisis Intervention & Suicide Prevention: Call 1-800-SUICIDE (1-800-784-2433) if you are considering suicide or are concerned about someone who may be.
Mental health support: Call 310-6789 (no need to dial area code) for emotional support, information and resources specific to mental health.
That is Roger Neilson, former Vancouver Canucks head coach and the inventor of towel power. Please treat it nicely!
Right here.
How sweet of you to ask! That would be Lush by Snail Mail.
Please, if you feel like you need to ask any questions, or there should be things added to this FAQ, post here or DM me. There are obviously some things that no one knows right now in regards to potential additions or subtractions from moving the event from Key Arena to Rogers. But I'll try my best to keep this thing updated if people bookmark it for future use.
Enjoy planning your trip to TI!
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2018.08.13 05:49 oreocheesequake Is dating really meant to be this difficult?

I'm a 23 year old guy with limited dating success and sexual experience. Not at all rare on Reddit it would seem, but more rare in real life and among my broader peer group. I just absolutely hate it in every way. I would like to have a girlfriend, or some female romantic presence in my life. I also really enjoy casually dating, and even socializing in that way. Well, and bluntly, sexually it's very frustrating. .
However, I unequivocally believe I bring a lot to the table. I am a fairly looking guy - I'm definitely not a men's health model, but I'm presentable. I have a way more solid job than 80% of people my age. I'm a social guy, do a lot of activities, can talk to women. I actually believe I'm quite good at flirting and talking to women, people are actually somewhat receptive to me when I try to talk to them at bars or events.
But here are my biggest frustrations:
-Logistically, it can be super, super tough now. I still live at home, but should be on my way out in the next 6-12 months. Living at home, I feel like a man child, but I actually have so many peers (and women I'd date) who are way behind me - still in undergrad; near minimum wage jobs, no driver's license. All of these things/incompatibilities are a huge hurdle. For example, the girl I am kind of seeing/talking to right now doesn't have a car and doesn't work near me either.
-The dating apps are not at all a solution. IDK, again, maybe I'm just delusional, but it is just ridiculous how hard it is to get *quality* matches on Tinder and Bumble. I don't live in a city like Seattle or NYC, which probably makes it a bit tougher, but there are not even many people on there seriously, or the standards are super high.
-I would actually be down to date many of my female friends, but it seems really unlikely. Maybe this is just another excuse, but I think they'd be way more open to dating me if I was a new stranger! For me at least, I feel like once you get to know someone as a friend, it's hard to re-frame it. Which sucks, because, how else will you get to know people at a deep level?
-I actually really enjoy meeting women at bars and clubs, and feel like it can be quite effective. But the good downtown bars are literally 10 miles from my house. And meeting these people is super likely to be met with a 'hey, I enjoyed meeting you, but I don't see this going anywhere' type text.
Really, I can't say whether this is generational or not, because I have plenty of friends who have girlfriends/boyfriends and are doing well. But it feels like the deck is stacked against me, and others my age, with no improvement in sight. It feels like 100 things have to go right to even get a first date now-a-days. Does anybody have any advice?
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2018.07.14 14:41 Verastahl The Outsiders: Death and Resurrection

I think my grandfather might be a serial killer
“Ow. Fuck. Aren’t you supposed to be good at this kind of thing?”
My grandfather cocked an eyebrow at me as he pulled the needle out of my arm. “First off, don’t be a baby. That didn’t hurt. Second, nurses actually tend to be better with needles than doctors.” He smiled sinisterly. “I’m better at cutting you open. But, then again, you’d just heal back before I could do much of anything.” He tried to look crestfallen before giving me a grin.
I stood up from the lab chair and dabbed at my arm with gauze. “Well, it did hurt. Think about how bad you have to be at needle poking for something to really hurt me.”
He gave me a dubious look. “Mmm-hmm. Anyway, this is the last time to establish a baseline. After this we can go to monthly blood checks unless something comes up.” He was trying to stay lighthearted, but I knew he was worried and doing these blood draws only made him dwell on it more. When we talked about the changes I had gone through since swallowing the seed, the changes that my genetic code had gone through, I pretty much knew from what he wasn’t saying that it was irreversible, that I wasn’t even really human any more.
My point is I don’t know that checking my blood for changes is going to make much of a difference. Still, I can tell it helps him to approach it scientifically. Keeping track of things, categorizing and analyzing, it gives him something tangible he can work with. So even if it may not make a difference, I’ll put up with it. And besides, if anyone can figure out a way to make the impossible possible, I’m pretty sure it’s him.
We headed into the living quarters of “the Batcave” underneath Yager Solutions, Inc. and I was excited to finally get to plunder through his case files. He’d been talking about taking another look at one of his “floating cases” as he calls them. Typically a floater—he really loved my nickname for them, by the way—is something where he has some information or tip that something is going on, but not enough to be sure if it’s worth checking out or Outsider related.
He literally has folders on his laptop labeled Unknown, Mundane Unrelated, Supernatural Unrelated, and Outsider Related. When we pulled it up on the big screen, I immediately headed to Supernatural Unrelated. I heard him make a short grunt behind me and when I turned to look at him he was rolling his eyes.
“Go straight for that one, eh?”
I shrugged. “Why not? It’s cool. And I don’t see why we can’t work on non-outsider things. You probably did a lot of that in the old days.” I started scrolling through files before I paused and looked at him again. “Oh shit. Have you killed a bigfoot? How many bigfeets have you killed?”
He snorted. “None. They don’t exist as far as I can tell. But as you can see, there’s plenty of things that do. And most of them are dangerous and can carry a grudge. So you’ll forgive me if I think we should focus our efforts on one widespread otherworldly evil at a time rather than trying to ‘make a beef’ with every monster in the world.” He used air quotes around “make a beef”, so it was hard to hear the last part over me laughing.
“First off, it’s ‘start a beef’, not ‘make a beef’. ‘Make a beef’ sounds like you’re taking a shit.” I went on as he glowered at me. “Second…okay I don’t have a second beyond you have a valid point. Still, this stuff is very cool.” I clicked out and went to the Unknown folder. “So what’s this stuff?”
He leaned forward. “These are the ones that I haven’t been able to determine what category they fit in yet. They could be Outsider related, be nothing at all, or somewhere in-between.” He pointed at the screen. “Click on that one.”
I clicked and it pulled up a subfolder that contained an email and a video. The email said that the footage attached was taken at a secret lab that was run as a hotel. When I started the video, I could see that it was from a flying drone of some kind due to the angle and movement of the shot. There was no sound, but none was really needed.
The drone was hovering over the back lawn and pool area of what looked like a very nice hotel, and while it was impossible to tell where it was, I could make out a few trees in the distance when the drone banked to one side or the other. But my attention was mainly focused on the people slaughtering each other on the grass.
The video started after the violence was already unfolding, but best I could tell, five people were all actively trying to kill each other. Not in groups, but free-for-all. And not in some tactical or strategic manner. They were stabbing and biting and clawing at each other like animals. One guy had a gun, but it must have been out of bullets, because he was using its butt as a small club. After a little over ten minutes, they were all dead except the last one. It was a small woman with a blood-soaked ponytail and a knife wound in her back that would probably see her dead in less than an hour. Heedless of the pain, she ran/limped out of view, looking more keen to find another victim than get herself any kind of help.
When the video ended, I looked up at my grandfather. “What was that?”
His lips were a thin line. “That’s an abomination. Someone is using science, or at least scientific method, to refine a method of causing mass murder on command. From what I hear, the process is still prohibitively expensive to perform on a large scale, and it is not nearly as effective outside of a controlled, artificial environment like this one. Part of the reason some of these outfits use “realistic” scenarios is not just for the additional data, but because it sells well to their superiors. Superiors that don’t tolerate failure well.” He sat back, his mouth sinking into a frown. “So they manipulate the tests, lie about the infection vectors being used, all to make this kind of horror seem easier to spread and control.”
I felt my anger building. “Who would do this? We need to stop them.”
Grandpa nodded. “We do, and in time we will. But I don’t know for sure who is behind it yet. I suspect it might be the House of the Claw, as I know they are a larger organization than just the small cells we typically deal with, and some of the details match up with other things I’ve heard.” He rubbed his mouth and sighed. “But you have to understand, the contacts I’ve made over the years, they give me information when they can, but it’s not like googling something. A lot of times the information is limited and obtained at great personal risk by people that are just trying to do the right thing. This is all I have on this right now, so until we know more, we don’t have a way of proceeding. But there’s another one that I think we might know enough about to work on. Click on the folder called “Rave”.
Trying to push down my strong desire to hunt down the hotel people and hurt them, I did as he asked. It was a single .jpeg of a party flyer. It said that there was going to be a two-day rave in the desert a little over a week from now in the Nevada desert. It gave GPS coordinates at the bottom and said “Bring your fun if you want, molly water and yay may be around already….”
“You’ll have to forgive me, but I was never a club kid even when I was younger. What the fuck is molly water and yay?”
He patted my arm and laughed. “Glad to hear it. I didn’t know either, but after some research, it’s apparently saying they’re going to have drugs with methylenedioxymethamphetamine--or MDMA if you prefer--and cocaine in them. Molly and yay respectively. And yes, I feel dumber for even knowing that now.” He gestured to the flyer. “But the interesting thing is that I know that the party is actually starting six days earlier. And there’s going to be an Outsider there.”
“Why does this thing say the wrong date then?”
My grandfather shook his head. “This flyer…from what I’m told, it was posted at only a handful of places in a 200 mile radius around the site of the rave. And the date isn’t a mistake. These people aren’t being invited as guests. I think they’re being invited as food.”
“How do I look?” We had to stop and get me some “rave clothes” that I thought would work better than what I had when we hit Nevada. My hair was gelled up and I felt super douchey, so I hoped I was falling into one of the less-desirable, but credible, rave archetypes.
“Like a date rapist.” My grandfather was looking sourly at me over his tablet. He was still mad that my plan made sense and put me in danger while leaving him in the car. When I had pointed out that an incredibly well-preserved old man going into an Outsider-sponsored rave would probably raise some red flags, he didn’t argue, but I could sense his frustration and worry. I had tried to reassure him, but it would take time before he trusted me on my own, and I got that. For now, I was just excited to be on my first semi-solo mission and show him I could cut it.
I grinned. “Well, I guess that’ll do.” I looked out the window of the motel room we were in and saw it was getting dark. “We better get going.”
The plan was that we would go in separate cars, with him setting up covertly a couple of miles away so he wasn’t seen. I would text him as I could, if I could, with updates, but otherwise he would just be there in case I needed help or I didn’t come out after two hours.
As I drove up to the place, I was surprised by how relatively normal it seemed. It was a massive building that might have been a secluded airplane hanger or warehouse in a former life, but now it was covered in Christmas lights and tiki torches. There was a tall chain-link fence around it, but the throng of people waiting their turn to get in seemed more like an energetic rock crowd than brainwashed cultists or unwilling captives. I parked and got out, making sure to leave the car far enough from the building that any EMP blasts from an Outsider changing inside would hopefully be avoided. As I got into line and watched the people in front of me, my stomach sank. Everyone was in pairs.
I wasn’t sure if it was coincidence or if it signified something, but I had a growing idea that this was a couple’s dance and I was showing up without a partner. Still, there was nothing to do except wait and see. When I got to the door, a heavy-lidded woman in an old Pearl Jam t-shirt looked me over before glancing at her clipboard.
“Your partner late, or are you a solo?”
Swallowing the lump of cotton that had formed in my mouth, I tried to sound confident. “Yeah, I’m solo tonight.”
She nodded, glancing up at me and then back at the clipboard. “Okay. Go in and stay to the left wall. We’ll pair you up in a few minutes.”
I felt a growing unease that I had just entered into some weird desert orgy, and I had to fight the urge to go ahead and bail on the mission right then. But half an hour later, I knew it wasn’t an orgy. Instead, it was some kind of giant mutant wasp monster.
I had been paired up with small man named Pedro who kept nervously making small talk as we waited for the...whatever it was…to start. Pedro seemed like a nice enough guy, but he was really excited about meeting what he called “the Ascendant”. I assumed that was the Outsider, and that meant this almost certainly was some kind of House of the Claw mixer.
It’s hard asking questions about something you’re already supposed to know about, so I was limited on what details I could get from Pedro in the few minutes we had together. Apparently we were all “chosen” for this “honor”. He described it as a “new way to Ascend”, although he didn’t seem entirely sure what that meant or if it was even true. But what he lacked in solid information he made up for with enthusiasm, and when the young girl took the stage, he truly lost his shit.
He wasn’t alone. All around us I saw people flipping out, cheering, screaming and crying as a girl that looked to be about thirteen or so came out and waved. I cheered along too, but I was somewhat distracted. Looking around the crowd, I saw most people were dressed normally. Shit, Pedro was wearing fucking trousers and a polo shirt. I had dressed up like an asshole for nothing.
“Be calm and be well. The road to the new Ascendency begins here.” The girl was holding a small wireless mic, and her voice was soft but authoritative as it echoed through the building on loudspeakers set along the walls. The crowd fell still immediately, gazing up at her with rapt attention.
I expected more speeches and ritual, but instead, the girl was suddenly gone, replaced with a giant, evil-looking wasp thing. The electrical lights went out immediately, of course, but I saw now that there were torches strategically placed inside the building too. It was darker, but I could still see very well.
And I call it a wasp because it looked closest to that, though it had eight wings and such a distended, malformed green-grey abdomen that it looked like a wasp and a tumor had a baby more than anything else. People started yelling again, but not in terror. They were happy. Excited. When the distended abdomen split open to spill out something that looked like a spiky sea cucumber on meth, they cheered louder.
Holy fuck these people are crazy.
The wasp thing, its shriveled abdomen resealing and drawing up to reveal a long stinger, picked up its partner and flew out over the crowd. Settling on a couple, it dropped cucumber into the waiting arms of a squealing man while it settled on the head of his partner, an equally squealing woman. It was hard to see everything from that distance and between the people, but I saw enough. I saw the man swallow the cucumber whole and collapse on the ground. I saw the wasp sting the woman on the forehead, a small spurt of blood squirting out at the wound. Then the cucumber was crawling back out of the man’s mouth, and the wasp was carrying it to the next couple.
At this point, I was trying to gauge how long I risked staying before I bolted. No way I was letting either of those things touch me, but I still didn’t really have an idea what the point of any of this was. They were on the fourth pair now, and it was always the same thing.
Then I saw the man from the first couple get back up. He was unsteady on his feet, it didn’t slow him down much. He pulled a knife from his pocket and starting stabbing his wasp stung partner in the chest. She went down quickly and without resistance, and after a few more stabs he stopped, crawled a couple of feet away, and seemed to go to sleep.
It was horrific, but at first I took it as a sign of rebellion. Maybe the man realized what they were doing was super fucked up and was trying to kill the woman in some kind of protest or to stop her from becoming whatever they were supposed to be becoming? But no. No one seemed surprised or concerned about the violence, and as I watched, the other couples started doing the same thing in the order they were touched.
I glanced over at Pedro, who was staring raptly at the wasp and cucumber as it moved to its twelfth pair. Sorry man, this is all you. I eased away, making my way back to the door with no real problem. But there I was met by Ms. Pearl Jam and two giants who looked ready to take out their resentment for failed careers as linebackers or redwood oaks. I sighed inwardly as I approached.
“Hey guys. This is great, right? I just realized I forgot and left my headlights on. Let me pop out real quick and I’ll be right back.”
Ms. Pearl Jam pursed her lips. “Get back to your partner.” The two men glared at me menacingly to underline her command.
“Fuck. Fine then.” I stepped forward, smacking Ms. Pearl Jam in the head hard enough to send her skidding to the ground ten feet away before slamming my fists into the abdomens of the two men. Well, not into. Through. With both hands I felt something that I knew had to be spine, so I grabbed them and twisted inward, feeling more than hearing the twin snaps as they crumpled to the ground. Thirty seconds later I was in my car and blowing through the closed chain link gate.
I drove to the agreed upon spot for us to abandon the car and Grandpa picked me up. I soaked the car in gas and set in on fire, feeling guilty for vandalizing the rental car. It occurred to me later that I didn’t feel bad about killing the two men, but I told myself I did give them a chance to just let me pass. It still worries me that I’m not worried, but I’m not mentioning that to him yet. Dr. Barron has a lot on his mind already.
Like how I had fucked up our chance to stop them.
“I don’t get it. Why are they still there?” I was looking at a video my grandfather had gotten overnight, and it was clear even from the outside that the “rave” was still in full swing two days later.
He shrugged and took another bite of apple. “It’s hard to say. It may be that they don’t care that you know and escaped, though that seems unlikely since you basically broke two guards in half with your bare hands. It may be that they can’t stop now. Clearly whatever they’re doing is a multi-day process or they wouldn’t need so long between starting and when the victims show up. It might be that once they started at that location, it’s hard or impossible to complete it somewhere else. That is a lot of people, particularly in whatever state they’re in, to try and move.”
I nodded, but then a thought occurred to me. “What if they’re not worried because they already know about me. Maybe they can sense me and get me whenever they want.”
My grandfather frowned and sat down the apple. “I’ve thought of that. It’s possible, but I don’t think its likely. You don’t have a seed. I suspect you may be the only one…with your situation. So they may very well not even know about you yet, though over time they’ll figure out something with you being as strong and resilient as you are.”
I watched him for a moment. “You almost said ‘only one of your kind’, didn’t you?” He started to protest and I shook my head. “It’s okay. I know I’m not right any more. Not really human. I still feel like me, mostly, but I can tell a difference. But I’m dealing with it, and I’m keeping watch on the changes. I want to use it to help people. To help you.”
He leaned forward and put his hand on the side of my face. “You are human, at least in the ways that matter. You’re a good man, and I’m so proud of you. As far as these changes go, so far they’ve saved your life and mine more than once. We’ll keep being careful, but no more of this “you’re not a human” bullshit, okay?” His voice was soft but serious, and like so often happened, I found myself feeling better and more hopeful after just a few words from him.
Sitting back, he picked up his apple again. “Still, I’m not sure how best to deal with these things. There’s so many of them, and I don’t really like the idea of any of them getting loose in the chaos of us killing them. We can burn down the building and shoot any stragglers that come out, but there’s no guarantee that’ll work. And I think there’s too many for even you to beat to death with iron, assuming they’re even weak to it.”
I grinned. “I’ve actually got an idea about that. Have you ever heard of glitterbombs?”
So what we did was this.
First, we took out the three guards posted outside. He dropped them from over a hundred yards from behind a desert scrub brush with his suppressed rifle, one shot each. Second, we quietly soaked the outside of the building in thirty gallons of gasoline. Third, I went in with my satchel of goodies and made some new friends.
Things had deteriorated wildly in the four days since I was last here. Most of the people were stripped naked, there were pools of blood, shit and urine everywhere, and as far as I could tell, the people were taking turns killing each other and then being brought back to life by the wasp stinging their corpse again. I say this because the giant wasp kept doing its current round with the sea cucumber when I came in. There were several people that were down, but as the wasp found its way to them, they came alive again.
Their wounds didn’t really heal though. Instead, every time they were resurrected, new black tendrils of something began poking out and wiggling. Judging by the state of many of these people, a lot of which were barely recognizable as people any longer, they had been busy in my absence. And it wasn’t just half of them. Apparently they had been taking turns playing the victim, because they were all fucked up to one degree or another. But even now, with me busting in with all my goodies, most of them were fixated on either their partner or the Outsider duo, and it wasn’t until the glitterbombs started flying that I got their attention.
The bombs consisted of two small crates of fifteen jars a piece, similar to the nail bombs he had taught me to make back a few months ago. In crate one, there was acid that, according to the good doctor, should do an efficient job of eating through meat and bone. I felt pretty sure I could withstand it okay, especially if I was careful with where I threw them. But they were the fallback. The second crate was where I was going to start. The glitterbombs.
Instead of nails, they were filled with iron shavings. Lots of them. The jars weighed a ton, but that wasn’t a problem for me, and with the little explosive oomph each one had in the center, Grandpa estimated they should each cover an approximate forty foot radius in iron dust.
It worked like a charm. I started tossing jars, first a few long bombs to the back of the room and then alternating between the front and the back to keep them hemmed in. The screams and roars started almost immediately, and when the first jars hit the ones closest to me, I saw how well it was working. They practically melted between the iron and the impact, and I couldn’t imagine the acid working any better, if as well. The problem was there were so many of them. By the time I ran out of iron shaving jars, there were still around fifteen of the monsters left standing. A couple were seriously hurt, but the rest had managed to miss any of the fallout that hit their companions. I considered switching to acid, but I wasn’t sure how well it’d work and I was itching to try out my new bat.
I’d had it custom-made a couple of weeks before, and it had arrived just before we left to come out here. It was shaped similarly to a baseball bat, though it was slightly thicker in the handle and thinner at the end, and instead of being cylindrical all the way up, the last eight inches tapered back into a blade that made it look more like an axe than a bat if I turned it the right way. It also was made of 80 percent iron with a titanium core, so it weighed 150 pounds, but that was okay. In fact, it was just right.
The few survivors were coming out of their weird life and death cycle enough now to realize what was going on, and the first one headed towards me with an unsteady lurch, black tentacles flailing about from dozens of wounds all across the waxy folds of flesh rolling down his torso and legs. He let out a wailing roar, and I wanted to say something clever in response, but nothing came to mind, and no one was around that would appreciate it. So I just swung my baby, and the monster blew apart.
Three minutes later I was done. I was looking around for anyone I’d missed when I saw the wasp, its belly now distended and cancerous looking again. I guessed the cucumber was back inside, but what concerned me more was that I could see a fine dusting of iron on the Outsider and it looked none the worse for wear. It was hovering some distance away, just watching me, and I started casually looking around for something I could throw at it to knock it down so I could get to it. As if reading my mind, it suddenly darted for a window and crashed through it.
Cursing, I ran back to the door, already yelling for my grandfather to try and get it, but I was too late. As I made it outside, the night lit up with an orange glow from the flamethrower. Grandpa was standing over the withering thing, pouring flames onto it until there was little left but ash. He glanced up as I approached and I nodded.
“Good save.”
He nodded. “Yeah, it wasn’t sure which way to go after crashing through the window. Gave me the time I needed to spray it. Apparently it likes fire a lot less than iron.” He studied me. “How about you? You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good.” I grinned. “I got to try out my bat too. It is very badass, I’ll have you know.”
He snorted. “A waste of money if you ask me, and way too conspicuous. But if you like it, that’s what counts.” He shot a thoughtful look at the building behind me. “Everything dead in there?”
“Should be, yeah, but we should burn it to be sure.”
“Oh we will. But first get the shovel from the trunk and rake what’s left of this thing back inside.”
Half an hour later, after we were satisfied that nothing had survived the fire we set, we headed out. We didn’t return to our old motel, but instead began working our way back east, taking our time. It was the first time we had ever really traveled together and it not been related to hunting something, and it was kind of nice. When we finally got back home, I was exhausted, but very happy with the way things had turned out.
I was going to go to my house, but I was too tired. Grandpa said he had some business to take care of and that he’d check in with me later, so I wound up laying on the sofa in the living quarters and falling asleep. I woke up to the ringing of a phone I didn’t even know was down here. It was one of his burners, but it was kept charged on an adapter, so I supposed it was important. The number was from an area code I didn’t recognize.
Opening the phone, I found myself unsure of what to say. I had no way of knowing who this was or who they might think they were calling. “Hello? Um, Jager Solutions. How can I help you?”
There was a brief pause and then a young woman’s voice. “I need to speak to Dr. Barron, please. It’s an emergency.” That voice. It was deeply feminine, with a richness that even over the phone made it hard to think. I realized I wasn’t responding and tried to focus.
“He’s not in right now. I’m his grandson, Jason. What’s the problem?”
When she spoke next, I could tell she sounded not just upset, but deeply sad. “It’s better if we talk in person. Tell your grandfather that it’s the girl he met in Seattle a few years back. At the old tire plant. He’ll remember. And tell him that I’m ready to tell him what I know about the Nightlands.”
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2018.05.28 19:50 EnglishHooligan MLS Week 13 Review Discussion!

Welcome all to the /MLS Week 13 Review Discussionsponsored by AT&T. This is a new thread that I am creating. Here, we all get the opportunity to discuss the action that occurred over the weekend. This thread is also something that any new fan or casual fans can use to catch up with what is happening on-field wise in the league. This thread will be posted every Monday with the matches that happened over the weekend, both the Eastern and Western Conference tables, some talking points, and matches for next week.
This weekend was pretty good. We had Toronto FC's injury problems continue to plague them, Houston made one Atlanta fan pretty happy, the Galaxy reign supreme in California, Montreal still can't buy a win, and much, much more.
By the way, since this is the first one of these I have done, any feedback and suggestions are welcome.

Matches

Date Home Score Away Highlights
Friday, 25 May
0 – 1 Highlights
3 – 1 Highlights
1 – 0 Highlights
Saturday, 26 May
0 – 1 Highlights
3 – 3 Highlights
0 – 0 Highlights
1 – 2 Highlights
2 – 0 Highlights
2 – 3 Highlights
1 – 1 Highlights
Sunday, 27 May
0 – 0 Highlights
DNP:

Tables

Eastern Conference
Team GP Pts W D L GD PPL
Atlanta United 12 25 8 1 3 +10 2.08
Columbus Crew 14 25 7 4 3 +8 1.79
New York City 13 24 7 3 3 +7 1.85
New York Red Bulls 11 22 7 1 3 +14 2
Orlando City 12 19 6 1 5 +2 1.58
New England Revolution 12 18 5 3 4 +3 1.5
Playoff Line
Philadelphia Union 12 15 4 3 5 –3 1.25
Chicago Fire 12 14 4 2 6 –4 1.17
Toronto 11 10 3 1 7 –6 0.91
Montreal Impact 13 9 3 0 10 –15 0.69
D.C. United 10 9 2 3 5 –4 0.9
Western Conference
Team GP Pts W D L GD PPL
Sporting Kansas City 13 25 7 4 2 +11 1.92
Los Angeles Football Club 12 21 6 3 3 +5 1.75
Portland Timbers 11 20 6 2 4 +2 1.82
Dallas 11 20 5 5 1 +6 1.82
Houston Dynamo 11 18 5 3 3 +8 1.64
Vancouver Whitecaps 14 17 4 5 5 –8 1.21
Playoff Line
LA Galaxy 12 16 5 1 6 –3 1.33
Minnesota United 13 16 5 1 7 –6 1.23
Real Salt Lake 12 16 5 1 6 –10 1.33
San Jose Earthquakes 12 9 2 3 7 –5 0.75
Seattle Sounders 10 9 2 2 6 –5 0.8
Colorado Rapids 11 8 2 2 7 –7 0.73
Talking Points:
  • What is going on in Toronto? Are the injury problems they're having really that bad? How were young guys like Fraser and Telfer?
  • FC Dallas are the only team in the league with only 1 defeat this season and second least amount goals conceded. Also does Greg Vanney and Sebastian Giovinco have nightmares about Jesse Gonzalez?
  • Despite being perfect at home, New York City FC still can't make it work fully away from Yankee Stadium.
  • San Jose, Seattle, and Colorado Rapids all continue to struggle, all taking defeats this weekend. What is the problem at these clubs? Who is to blame? What can be done to change their fortunes?
  • Are New England Revolution one of the better teams in MLS that nobody is talking about?
  • What happened at Red Bull Arena? Philadelphia Union happy to leave with a point as Red Bulls looked sluggish.
  • Montreal Impact have now lost 8 of the last 9 matches and have been unable to find the net in the last 4.
Next Week (All ESPN+ unless noted)
Date Home Score Away Time (EST)
Wednesday, 30 May
v 7:30
v 7:30
v 9:30
v 10:30
Friday, 1 June
v 9:00 (TSN)
Saturday, 2 June
v 5:00 (ESPN 2)
v 7:30
v 7:30
v 7:30
v 7:30
v 7:30 (TSN)
v 8:00
v 8:30
v 9:30
Sunday, 3 June
v 8:30 (FS1)
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2018.03.25 00:08 Arashie The International 2018 in Vancouver FAQ

Hey there you punks.
So with TI tickets sold and people wanting to burn Ticket Master to the ground, I thought it might be a good time to release a Vancouver TI FAQ that I've been working on. I wrote a write up a week ago highlighting things to do: https://redd.it/84sguj
This is going to be more of a quick FAQ for some of the more repeated questions I was asked through DM's and just helping people organize for their trip to Vancouver. Answers will be shorter and easier to skim through.

PLACES TO STAY

Yes, but it's not exactly regulated by AirBnB. Feel free to stay at one through AirBnB but know that it might be a little tricky to deal with issues if they come up with your rental. Also while you're at it, check out VRBO.
The general piece of advice you'll get from any local about where to stay for TI is going to be anywhere that's on the Skytrain Expo Line (the line in dark blue). The Expo Line will take you to Stadium-Chinatown station, which is where Rogers Arena is 30 seconds away. As in Seattle, the closer to downtown you are, the more expensive it is to stay.
Unlike Seattle Center, there aren't very many budget hotels left, if at all in the Downtown core. The cheaper hostels are available, though fair warning, many of them are placed on Granville Street, which is a place that many Vancouverites will tell you to avoid while you're here (Though I have never stayed at a hostel on Granville, if anyone has an experience, feel free to share). Check out the Ramada Inn and the Days Inn near Waterfront for some cheaper-ish options.
In my mind, there are two places that I would keep a look-out for avoiding while you visit Vancity.
  1. Granville Street. During the day time it's normally fine, filled with some cool shops (Golden Age Collectibles, The Rock Shop, Movieland Arcade) but it's packed to the absolute max with dumbasses at night due to the amount of night clubs. There's police around every weeknight, but since you're in Vancouver for a good time, head towards Gastown, Chinatown or Main Street for places to party. (RIP Fortune Soundclub before BP got into partnership with them.)
  2. Downtown East Side. If you've researched anything about Vancouver, you'll know that this area as where a large portion of the cities homeless reside. There is rampant drug use, poverty and sex work in this neighborhood, focused mainly between 5-10 blocks in the area of Main/Hastings. That being said, the community is an especially strong one, with fantastic human beings supporting the less fortunate. Though there isn't too much danger in terms of being robbed, you might want to just avoid the area at night. Be respectful to the people of this community and you'll have no problems.

TRANSIT

Sadly, no there isn't. We know, it absolutely sucks and everyone in Vancouver is aware. Your options are public transit or a taxi.
Super shitty if you don't like paying for parking. If you can, park outside of the Downtown core near a Skytrain and then head over to the Arena. Commercial Drive is pretty good for this if you can find certain spots. Tinseltown as well if you buy a movie ticket on non-event days.
If you've ever been to any major city, you'll notice that Vancouver shares the same load-up card/tap system that places like London share. It's called Compass Card and it's fairly easy to use. Just load up money onto the card, tap it when you enter and tap when you leave. It'll do all the calculations for you. Note that certain zones will cost more just due to how far you're traveling.
Yes it does! Car2Go and Evo are two of Vancouver's most popular car share services. Hot tip would be to register before you head over to Vancouver and it'll help mitigate the fact that UbeLyft aren't in Vancouver just yet. Just drive safely.
The easiest way to get to downtown from YVR, if you aren't getting picked up/taking a taxi is to take the Canada Line. It will take you directly to Waterfront station, from there you can take multiple buses, the Expo Line (the main line that will take you to Rogers Arena) or the Seabus (going to North VancouveLonsdale).
No. FUCK THE BRITISH EMPIRE MAN.

ALCOHOL

19 years old.
Yes. First, there isn't any drinking in public if you already didn't know. Second, you must have TWO pieces of ID on you whenever you go to buy drinks in case you're asked for your ID. First piece must be photo ID, the second piece must be something with your name on it (in order for bartenders/servers to validate the first piece). I see a lot of tourists thrown off by this, so just know that Vancouver's liquor laws are much more strict than other places.
%.05. Please, if you're drunk, take a cab or DM one of the Vancouver residents on this board. We're all going to be around and are super glad to make sure you get home safely.

FOOD

Vancouver is a glutenous paradise of places to eat. Instead of giving you specific places to go eat, here are some links that you might find helpful in terms of recommendations:
Meowjin's Guide to TI8
The 38 Essential Vancouver Restaurants
It's To Die For List
I have my own restaurant in North Vancouver, and I'm always of the mind that yeah, you can get recommendations to A+, well known places for your visit. But a lot of the fun is visiting places that not only you've never been, but others haven't either. Your taste is specific to yourself and no one knows that better than you. So try some of the places that people highly recommend, but don't be afraid to just go out into the streets and follow your stomach.

MONEY

Visa/Mastercard are widely accepted everywhere. Cards such as American Express/Discover are also accepted most places, though a few places might reject them for whatever reason (higher charge rates, issues with their machines etc..) Best case would be to make sure you have a Visa/Mastercard with you at all times as a back-up in case you run into any issues.
Well, that's entirely up to you. If you're staying the full week, a few hundred dollars in spare Canadian currency won't hurt you, especially if majority of your spending is going to be on plastic. There's going to be the Secret Shop, but that'll be done through online ordering and not cash payments. Just don't come with nothing. Worst case, always have at least $30-$40 cash on you just in case you run into a bind. It's really entirely up to you and how you plan on spending your time here.
By far it would be the Vancouver Bullion & Currency Exchange due to their lower exchange rates. Banks will more than likely charge you higher rates than the VBCE.

ETIQUETTE

Not really, beyond the Moose sacrifice at dusk every day. You better have a good Moose guy/girl if you come.
Canadians are known to be rather polite, we'll answer questions for you or guide you in the right direction (as long as we aren't in a huge rush). As long as you're respectful of the people around you, take care of your hygiene, don't spit on the ground, talk over people in conversation or just avoiding being a total dick, you'll be fine. Though Vancouver is a somewhat socially cold city, that's mainly in dating circles. Get some new Bumble photos up!
Most places won't have the tip included in your bill. It's common courtesy to tip between %10-%15 of your final bill if you enjoyed your meal/drink/service. Feel free to go higher if you had a really excellent time. Some places do include the tip in the bill, but will have it noted usually at the bottom of the menu.
A few. Remove your backpack when you're boarding a bus/SkyTrain in order to create more space for the people around you. Hygiene again is a big one. Remember to fill your Compass card and check your remaining balance at least once a day in case you're transiting a lot. If you see elderly/disabled/parents with strollers attempt to come on board, the polite thing to do would be to offer your seat etc..

THE ARENA

As of this moment, no idea. Rogers Arena is mainly a concrete concourse, surrounded by a viaduct and multiple lower roads. Unlike Seattle Center (which had multiple fields and smaller available venues), the only place large enough outside the Arena that could hold a large crowd with a big screen would most likely be the "main" entrance through Expo Blvd/Pat Quinn Way. There are a few other options in the area, but we're going to have to wait to see how creative Valve is with the space around the Arena. Perhaps they rent out the adjacent parking lots?
I sure as hell hope so, but again, there's a lack of outdoor space beyond the concrete concourse. Sportsbar Live should most likely be open, which also gives a view of inside the Arena while you're eating/drinking. But again, it's indoors. Seriously crossing my fingers that they somehow make this happen, the Beer Garden was an absolute saving grace.
Same answer as above, no clue. Entirely depending on the available venues around Rogers Arena. Though again, it was a ton of fun last year and gave people something to do late into the night instead of having to go out trying to find a party.
From what I remember from Canucks games, yes, there are stations where you can plug your phone in to charge. But don't be surprised if a company like NVIDIA pops up a charging station outside much like in Seattle.
The only thing right now is a Vancouver Whitecaps (MLS) game on August 18th and a BC Lions (CFL) on the 25th. So if you really feel inclined, now you know.

WEED

When you get here in August, marijuana will be legalized and will be able to be sold to anyone over the age of 19 without a medical license through licensed dispensaries.
30 grams.
You can't smoke anywhere that frequents children, even if there aren't kids around. So no beaches, public parks, playgrounds etc..
So just, anywhere that's away from people essentially.
I don't really smoke weed anymore, but the staff at dispensaries would be more than happy to help you depending on what kind of high you want, what your tolerance is and budget. If any Redditors are chronic experts, feel free to hit me up with some edits.
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TICKETS

If you weren't able to buy tickets from Ticket Master, you have a few options.
Post in the TI8 Vancouver Subreddit and ask if anyone has a spare ticket.
Buying tickets from scalpers in front of Rogers Arena is fairly easy and shouldn't be difficult if you understand the basics of haggling.
I'm Iranian, so the fact that I'm even giving you people haggling tips might get me kicked out of my family.
  1. Know what you're comfortable paying and stick to it. Always remember that number.
  2. Be prepared to just walk away. The longer you stay negotiating, the more you show the scalper how important it is for you to buy the tickets. Play the long game.
  3. The less you talk, the less information you give the scalper. If he says he's got a Midweek ticket for $300, shrug and say no thanks.
  4. Have money in your hand/wallet when you're trying to buy tickets. When they see that the cash is right there, they'll be more inclined to just make the deal and move onto the next one.
You will most likely miss the opening ceremonies, but after that the prices for Midweek tickets will normalize and scalpers will want to just get rid of their tickets at a lesser price.
The advantage you have in this instance is that Vancouver, outside of the LoL tournament at Pacific Colosseum, doesn't have much experience with esports tournaments. So scalpers themselves won't have the same level of patience. The longer you wait to buy your tickets from them, the cheaper you can get them for. Only downside is that you'll be missing games.
The other thing you can do is literally just walk around the outside of the Arena and spot non-scalpers with extra tickets. There are always people who buy extra tickets and are just wanting to get their money back (friends flake on them, they couldn't flip them like they thought).
DO NOT panic and end up buying an overpriced ticket from StubHub, Craigslist or wherever. Tickets will be available, you just have to keep your cool.

FIRST TIME ATTENDING TI

So first off, understand that EVERYONE there is going for the same reason you are, DOTA. Don't be afraid to go up to people, say hello and start conversations. If they shrug you off, fuck them, they don't deserve your brilliance. Enjoy yourself. Worst case, just create a thread on DOTA saying that you want to go shotgun a few beers. My first TI was pretty much by myself, but the combination of a beer + a garden really did wonders.
Simply put, don't worry as much as your mind is telling you to worry. All the talent (casters/players) are incredibly friendly and are pretty much the same as us, just super stoked to be there. But do give them space if they're working or running around to the next thing.
During TI, after every First Blood in a match, there are potential drops given to in arena attendee's who have registered their badge with their Steam ID. There will be a Steam Link kiosk/section at Rogers, so look out for it. You must have tapped into the Arena in order to be eligible for those drops.
Try to pack as lightly and efficiently as possible. My two main staples during the last two TI's were a water bottle (usually given out in a goody bag for midweek + finals ticket holders) and a portable battery pack for my phone. Also know that you might buy things from the Secret Shop, do some shopping downtown and the last thing you want to do is carry that stuff around with you all day. Though consider bringing a sweater for inside the Arena, as Rogers is a fairly cold one.
HOT TIP
Try checking with bell boys/concierge at any hotels if they can possibly check in some of your bags for you. I tried this at TI7 and was surprised how chill they were. I left them a $5 tip for taking my bags and was free for the rest of the day.
Avoid the Secret Shop on the first day or else you'll just spend the entire day waiting in line. Midweek the shop lines will be much more reasonable.

MISC

Well formatted thread to get you started.
Right here.
Please, if you feel like you need to ask any questions, or there should be things added to this FAQ, post here or DM me. There are obviously some things that no one knows right now in regards to potential additions or subtractions from moving the event from Key Arena to Rogers. But I'll try my best to keep this thing updated if people bookmark it for future use.
Enjoy planning your trip to TI!
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2018.03.16 04:16 Meowjin Meowjin's Guide to TI8 in Vancouver, Canada!

Redbull is hosting a party at Harbour Event Center which is 250 feet away from the Arena on Saturday the 25th. Details in the link.
https://www.eventbrite.ca/e/the-international-after-dark-tickets-48892244018
https://facebook.com/events/561837417582386/
edit: Before you Start I will be updating this list with more information, and correcting spelling errors. I started writing this at 6 o clock and realized that I will need to split this into 2 parts.
My name is Meowjin but most of you probably know me as a big dumb memer..
For the past 10 years I have shown a bunch of Dota, Cosplay, Twitch, and other eSport personalities around Vancouver. During the 2010 Olympics, I worked as a host and now that it has finally been announced I can finally release my survival guide to Vancouver. I kinda love this city, and have spent the last 31 years living here, and I want everyone to be ready and excited as I am.
Lets Begin!
Greater Vancouver (commonly abbreviated as the GVRD) is Canada's third largest city with a population of 2.4 million people behind Toronto, and then Montreal. We are one of Canada's most mildest cities with summers that only hit at highest low 30's and at worst low 20's (all measurements in this discussion will be in METRIC). We have beautiful summers, very similiar to Seattle but with some great beaches (although I'd advise not swimming in the water.) that are about 10 minutes away from downtown. Hell, there is even one in downtown!
We are a very multicultural city with a very strong asian influence. Everyone here speaks English but don't be surprised if you go into businesses especially in areas like Richmond where English is probably not spoken, and you'll probably hear alot of Cantonese and a lot of Mandarin, but I've lived in Richmond for 15 years and I have never language barrier issues at any businesses, as everyone here is friendly!
Vancouver has an extremely large and strong esports community. Our fighting game community is fiercely competitive, UBC eSports is a great organization that holds great events and I even think their league team won some tournament once upon a time. We are home to a bunch of dota players such as Aui_2000, Arteezy, Moonmeander.
Our Airport, Vancouver International is a well maintaned airport with Rapid Transit Rail transportation directly attached to it that services area's like Richmond and Vancouver directly, while transfering off at other stations can take you to other suburbs in Vancouver. Since we are a hub with fierce competition and a gateway to Asia, international flights to Vancouver are quite cheap, if not maybe cheaper than flying to Seattle. Unfortunately, as most Canadians know, flying within Canada is extremely expensive because only CANADIAN OWNED AIRLINES ARE ALLOWED TO FLY WITHIN CANADA. Since there are essentially only 2 airlines that can service Canada (Westjet and Air Canada) if you really want to save money I suggest flying to Abbotsford International but be warned it is about a 1 hour drive from Abbotsford to Vancouver.
We are also serviced by three USA BORDER land crossings nearby including Sumas, Peace Arch and Blaine crossing. If you are planning on doing a Roadtrip from central USA, the Rockies can be a beautiful drive from Alberta to BC and the roads are generally clear and easy to drive on.
YOU WILL NEED A PASSPORT TO GET INTO CANADA FROM THE USA. ALSO CHECK WITH OUR GOVERNMENT WEBSITES HERE TO SEE IF YOU NEED A VISA.
Also our currency, the Canadian Dollar is weaker than the American, so if you are from Europe or the USA your money will go further.
Currently, 1 CAD will get you .77 USD.
Also weed is legal here as of the summer. And you can buy it at your local convience stores!
Situated at the edge of downtown vancouver with the world famous Science Center nearby that was built for the 86 expo.
It's a much better venue than the key arena with the downside being is that there is no nearby green space like the seattle center, I'm sure they will set something up across the street at either the skatepark area, or in false creek for nearby spectators. There are tons of food venues inside that do some pretty unique things, and the seats are probably a bit more comfy. I also hope that they can setup a beer garden because that was the best part of TI7. Redbull head office is nearby and I can imagine them setting up another Lan on False Creek.
Transportation in Vancouver is quite good (or so I've been told. I don't use public transit.) Translink, services most of the GVRD, with one of the best bus transportation options in the world. Which is great news! You will need to buy something called a Compass Card but I can assure you that public transit is actually extremely cheap here. But be warned Transit Services (except for night buses) STOP AT 1 AM.
But the bad news is ride sharing such as Uber and Lyft are banned. There is secret chinese options but I have never used them.
Driving in Metro Vancouver can be a bit of a pain, but TI is being held during the end of the summer when alot of people are on Vacation. Also there is no major artery system in Vancouver except for highway 1, and most of the time to get around you will be driving through city streets. We have the most expensive gas prices in North America. (currently sitting at $1.50 for regular. My car i fill with 94 and I'm paying $1.68 per liter RIP)
Now where to stay
First, If you want to stay in downtown I am going to give you guys a warning. Downtown Vancouver is extremely dense with most buildings in our core actually being highrise apartments. Unfortunately AIRBNB is banned by most stratas but people still have them available, and because of housing issues for the local populace the city has began cracking down on AirBNB's around Metro Vancouver Specifically. Plan ahead, it will get more expensive closer to the event, and ensure that you have a legal AirBNB if you don't want a headache when you come. Last year at TI7 my AirBNB in Seattle had a notice from the strata saying no "short term rentals" We were ok for the rest of TI, but can you imagine if someone else before us got their AIRBNB listing pulled? we'd be screwed.
Also parking is expensive in downtown with lots ranging from 10-20 dollars a day.
Downtown
Downtown Vancouver is your best bet if you want to walk within walking distance of Rogers Arena. Also there is a Costco Across the street if you want to eat for really cheap. If you want to be 15 minutes of the Arena I suggest staying anywhere in this part of the map.
Downtown core has a lot of great food options, ranging from affordable to extremely expensive. Also in that map I linked there are about 5 mini areas all with different vibes.
Close to DT but Transit recommended
Outer Suburbs CARS EXTREMELY RECOMMENDED UNLESS SERVICED BY A SKYTRAIN
We have an amazing resource here that might help with the transit routes.
Canadian Laws
Vancouver is an extremely lax city. Even though weed is getting legalized there are already tons of dispensaries all over the city since the City of Vancouver does not want it's police force prosecuting it. Sadly we have a very poor partying culture. Most bars close 2/3 AM, nightclubs fucking blow (although I've had a good time at the barclubs) and there are a lot of laws in place when it comes to liquor. Most "bars" are technically food primary, meaning they have to sell you food with liquor (although its not necessary, some places may ask you to order some food). Like I mentioned above ridesharing is banned and taxis here are extremly expensive. Essentially don't be a shithead and everything will be ok.
Smoking is permitted 6 feet from an entrance way or vent. Also people will complain about noise in condos as people can be uptight here. Quiet times are usually after 11 so if you want to host a bit of partying maybe look at renting a house. Prostitution if you're into that is a grey area. Essentially don't solicit sex in a public place. There are a bunch of brothels all over the city. I don't know how they work since I've never been to one, but I know they exist. Liquor can't really be purchased at grocery stores and have to be purchased either from a private liquor store (a bit pricer) or a government liquor store known as the BCLS.
How Expensive is It?
Our Value Added Tax (VAT) Is generally 12% (5% federal 7% provincial) but tax code varies on what you buy.
Vancouver sometimes is pricey and then other times is quite cheap. In term of food at resteraunts it is extremly cheap compared to places such as Seattle.
Some examples. Your standard Vietnamese pho meal with a drink will be 10-14 dollars with tax and tip, your chain resteraunt meal will be under 20 dollars (such as white spot/cactusclub/joeys/earls etc) asian food is extremly cheap here.
Hotels are really pricey as I'm sure a lot of you are finding out, but there are tons that service the downtown core.
If you want to shop, we generally pay more for goods here even after exchange. For example. I wanted to purchase a Ryzen 1600 with a Mobo from Amazon for 580 CAD. Right now microcenter is selling the same for 260USD after tax. While electronics are more pricier, fashion prices are quiet low.
Liquor at your standard establishment is generally 6-12 CAD a drink, while breweries have lower prices if you want to get obliterated. Food carts are overpriced, which doesnt make any fucking sense since they have much lower overhead.
A fastfood meal is generally around 5-12 dollars depending on how much you can eat and there is always coupons you can get from the apps.
Grocery stores are pricier than their american counterparts, with meat prices destroying my wallet and my lower than average wage as a plumber making me want to tie my stomach together so I can stop eating. But hey if your coming from USA congrats on getting everything for 20% cheaper.
Part 2 Coming Tomorrow
In part 2 I will be discussing things you must do/see/eat/shop and what not.
If you have any questions or suggestions just post in the comments and I'll get around to it. I'll also edit this list a bit better so you have a better idea what you are getting into.
sebbby98 has made this great google maps https://www.google.com/maps/d0/viewer?mid=12L0arSrRhOIrcC7wJM5_bkZN3qM2C-jq&ll=49.26208469823529%2C-123.08562567236027&z=12
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2018.01.29 06:26 Zapotecorum Aging FAQ Winner

Alright, our aging FAQ winner is grampagrossbart !!!!(His FAQ is below). The other contestant is JorumOfSkeeee who also submitted a great FAQ(I will post his in the comments) And both will be recieving something. I'll PM you both momentarily. Thanks for participating, And thanks everyone else for voting!
The one and only levins0 will be our editor and post it to the Wiki
Heres a repost of the winning FAQ
Why Should I Start a Cellar?
  • As with wine, whisk(e)y, and wit, most styles of pipe tobacco improve with age. More on that below.
  • Cellaring insures you will be able to smoke your favorite blends for years to come. Legendary blends that people assumed would be around forever unexpectedly went extinct, such as Craven Mixture and Edgeworth Sliced. Crucial component tobaccos can disappear, too—with the global reserves of Syrian Latakia finally depleted, dozens of blends that used to be easy to find are now rare as hen’s teeth. And the manufacturing, licensing, and ownership of popular pipe tobacco brands has a way of changing hands, so while the name of a blend and even the recipe remains the same the taste and quality may not—Dunhill, Peterson, and Escudo are all prime examples. There is no guarantee that what you enjoy today will be available tomorrow, so stock up now!
  • A cellar is a sound financial investment. Tobacco prices are only ever going to rise, especially as taxation increases around the world. On top of that, properly aged blends are worth more on the secondary market than fresh ones.
How Does Aging Improve the Quality of Pipe Tobacco?
  • In the shorter term, aging blends allows the constituent tobaccos to marry their flavors and aromas together. This enhances the blend overall and will smooth out any rough edges. This harmonizing begins fairly quickly, and tends to be most significant within the first five years of aging.
  • The other factor at work is fermentation. When it comes to pipe tobacco the exact microbial mechanisms of the fermentation process are less understood (or at least agreed upon) than those of wine or cheese making, for example, but the general consensus is that the higher the sugar content of the component tobacco the more active the fermentation will be. The more active the fermentation, the greater the change in flavor and even aroma—usually for the better.
  • As tobacco expert and master blender Russ Ouellette observes, “There are two types of fermentation that can occur- aerobic and anaerobic. Aerobic fermentation will take place in the ‘pop-top’ American-type lids, used by McClelland and Cornell & Diehl, as those tins have some air in them and are not vacuum-sealed, which will allow the airborne yeast to work its magic. Anaerobic fermentation is what happens in the European-style flat tins which have been vacuumed.” (Source: http://www.talkingtobacco.com/2014/04/pipe-tobacco-aging-gracefully/)
  • As with all things pipe-related, some people will have very strong opinions about perceived differences in the results of these two forms of fermentation. Others will not care or even notice. For those who are interested, instructions for reproducing both methods via Mason jars can be found below.
How Does Aging Effect Different Tobaccos?
  • Virginias: No variety of tobacco ages better, presumably as the high sugar content gives any helpful yeast or bacteria strains a lot to work with. The longer a Virginia ages the deeper its flavor profile becomes. They will often become sweeter with age. Most varieties of tobacco will hit a peak age and then begin to go downhill as their subtler notes are overly mellowed; Virginias, it seems, just get better and better, year after year, decade after decade.
It can be difficult to articulate just how rich and delicious a well-aged Virginia blend truly is, so your best plan is to try one for yourself!
  • Perique: Containing a high initial sugar content and then having already been fermented under pressure, Perique tobacco is another great candidate for aging. It can be a little hard to predict, however: sometimes Perique mellows as it matures, delighting those who find it too spicy when fresh, but in other instances Perique actually seems to pick up a little extra fire, as the other component tobaccos soften.
  • Orientals: Oriental/Turkish tobaccos may have less sugar than Virginias but still pack enough to benefit from significant aging. Over time their typical spiciness evolves into something fruitier, and after fifteen or twenty years the depth of aroma and flavor are transcendent. As there are a lot of different varietals and blends under this umbrella the ideal aging window can vary quite a bit but blends will hit their prime at around thirty years and then begin to decline.
  • Latakia: Aging Latakia can bring out more of its sweetness but also causes the leaf to lose its oomph. If you usually find Latakia overpowering then this can be a blessing, but if you love your Latbombs you may discover their smoky payload greatly diminished after just a few years. As with most things in the pipe world, your individual mileage may vary—some will think a thirty-year-old Lat blend tastes comparatively bland, while others will praise it as the quintessence of subtle flavors and refined nuance.
  • Dark-Fired: As with Latakia, Dark-Fired tobacco has a low sugar content and the main consequence of aging seems to be a softening of its harsher edges. Again, a bit of aging can bring out its more delicate details but too much may cause it to lose its punch.
  • Burleys: Burleys tend to have the lowest sugar content of all the major component tobaccos, meaning they will undergo less of a transformation. They do still mellow a bit, and may pick up an earthy note as well. It’s also worth keeping in mind that burley blends often employ other tobaccos, and the combination of high quality burley leaf married with well-aged Virginias and such can be transcendent.
  • Cavendish and Aromatics: One might think that given the additional sugar imparted by their toppings these tobaccos would age best of all, but the opposite is true: they age very poorly, even when high quality leaf is used as the base. It is speculated that the flavorings, humectants, and stabilizers may be responsible, as they retard the natural fermentation process. Making matters worse, both casings and toppings fade the longer you age a blend. In the case of aromatics, that means all your patience adds up to tobacco that was blander than when you bought it. Smoke it fresh!
  • TL;DR: Don’t age your Grape Syrian.
If Toppings and Casings Fade Over Time, Does That Make Aged Lakelands Tolerable?
  • Maybe! Even very well aged Lakelands can retain a bit of that soapy perfume that some find irresistible and other find gross as hell. As a rule of thumb, aging probably won’t transform a blend you hate into one that you love, but you may be surprised…
Where Should I Keep My Cellar?
  • The first thing you need to do is dedicate a cool, dark storage space for your tobacco cellar. This could just be a drawer in your desk or cupboard to start with—so long as the area is low in humidity and doesn’t experience extreme temperature fluctuations you should be fine. Just be aware that excessive heat can potentially compromise the seals of your tins.
How Do I Properly Age Tinned Pipe Tobacco?
  • Most tinned pipe tobacco can be reliably aged in its original packaging. This is generally considered to be ideal, as removing your tobacco from its sealed environment interrupts the aging process that began the day it was packed, exposes the blend to possible contaminants such as mold, and makes the tobacco less valuable for trade or resale.
  • That said, not all tins are created equally. The poptop-style tin used by most American blenders is regarded as the surest bet—short of rust or a pinhole, they will stay sealed for the long haul. The next most reliable model is the round, vacuum-sealed European style that require a coin or Czech tool to pop—they are threaded, which reinforces the vacuum seal. Then there are the square or rectangular vacuum-sealed tins, which rely solely on their vacuum seal and are thus the most at risk of becoming compromised—extreme temperature fluctuations, being jostled, or just bad luck may result in one of them losing their seal, at which point the aging process will be replaced by the far less desirable drying-out-into-brown-dust process. Finally there are the reinforced cardboard “tins” used for the Seattle Pipe Club blends and Sutliff, which are a bit of a crapshoot.
  • Some collectors are concerned that the original tin may not be enough to prevent a slight degree of gas exchange, leading to loss of flavor over time. Whether for this reason or simply as a bulwark against a tin losing its vacuum-seal, some choose to leave their tobacco in its original packaging but take additional precautions. One of the most popular is to reinforce the seal on your tins by wrapping their edges in foil duct tape.
  • Another method is to put the entire tin in a Foodsaver or other vacuum-sealed mylar bag.
  • Of course, many folks don’t take any of these precautions at all, trusting to the fumatory gods that their seals will hold. It is worth noting, obviously anecdotally, that vacuum-sealed tins rarely seem to lose their seal…but of course for the owner of the cellar one lost tin is one too many.
  • Finally, some prefer to crack open their tins as soon as they arrive and transfer them to jars. See Below.
  • A good habit to cultivate is using a sharpie to write the date you received a tin on its base.
How Do I Properly Age Bulk or Loose Pipe Tobacco?
  • No cellar is complete without a few jars of tobacco aging gracefully on the shelf…or a few dozen, as the case may be. Consecrated by usage and hallowed by time, the screw-top Mason or canning jar is the vessel of choice for the vast majority of pipe smokers. It is cheap, readily available, and as sacred to our people as Canopic jars were to the ancient Egyptians.
  • In terms of how best to jar your tobacco for long-term aging, we will once again defer to authority in the form of Russ Oullette. He suggests two different methods, depending on whether you are going for aerobic or anaerobic fermentation:
“To achieve aerobic fermentation, fill the (clean) jar to about an inch below the top, and don’t compress the tobacco. Run enough hot tap water in a sink to go up to about the halfway point of the jar and put the jar in the water for a few minutes. Screw the top on tightly and remove the jar from the water. A slight vacuum will occur while leaving enough oxygen in the jar for aerobic activity.
To achieve anaerobic fermentation…the jar should be packed tightly all the way to the top, with an extra pinch mounded up over the top. Lower the jar into boiling water up to about the ¾ mark for about five minutes. Tightly screw on the lid and remove to allow the jar to cool. Since there will be little air in the jar to begin with, as the jar cools, it will cause a vacuum to form that will leave very little oxygen in the jar.” (Source: http://www.talkingtobacco.com/2014/04/pipe-tobacco-aging-gracefully/)
  • Once your tobacco is jarred up move it to a cool dark place and let the magic happen…but be sure to re-tighten the lid after a month or two, and then again at six months. The initial stages of fermentation can sometimes loosen the lid a little.
  • Russ also suggests using a FoodSaver or other vacuum-sealer to experiment with anaerobically fermenting your tobacco in mylar instead of glass jars. G.L. Pease, on the other hand, expresses some skepticism about this method as he thinks it will retard rather than encouraging the aging process. (source: https://www.glpease.com/FAQ.html )
  • Other individuals will have very strong opinions about the best methods for jarring tobacco. Some take a very casual approach, filling jars without much preparation beyond washing their hands and jars. Other take CDC-level quarantine protocols to prevent possible contamination. However you do it, make sure you, your work area, and your jars and lids are all clean before packing up your tobacco for its long winter nap.
  • Be sure to clearly label your jarred tobacco, including both the name of the blend and the date you aged it. Some folks make ornate labels for their jars, others just write on the lid in sharpie or a makeshift masking tape label.
Should I Create an Inventory of My Cellar?
  • A lot of people certainly do, using online databases, spreadsheets, or just a notebook to track the growth of their cellar. Others prefer to cultivate a sense of mystery, so that future trips to the cellar can yield pleasant surprises as long-forgotten treasures are discovered. You do you.
How Long Should I Age My Pipe Tobacco?
  • The component tobaccos of a given blend play a role here, but even more important is personal taste. Some folks find that blends like Haddo’s Delight and Stonehaven are too rough when fresh, improved at five years old, and supreme at ten…but others prefer them as fresh as possible, arguing that as they age they lose both their strength of flavor and tasty casings. As with all things in our fine hobby, it comes down to personal preference…and how much willpower you have before tearing into that Christmas Cheer.
What Are Some of the Best Blends for Aging?
  • Sam Gawith: Full Virginia Flake, Best Brown Flake, and St. James Flake
  • Germain: Brown Flake, Medium Flake, Special Latakia Flake
  • Esoterica Tobaccna: Stonehaven, Penzance
  • Solani: Silver, 663, Aged Burley Flake
  • Wessex: Burley Slices, Campaign Dark Flake, and their range of Virginia Flakes
  • Peterson: Irish Flake, University Flake, Peterson’s Perfect Flake
  • Dunhill: Flake, Dark Flake, Elizabethan Mixture
  • Dan Tobacco: Hamburger Veermaster, Salty Dogs
  • Escudo
  • Three Nuns
  • Mac Baren: Navy Flake, Acadian Perique, Old Dark Fired, Old Kentucky
  • G.L. Pease: Haddo’s Delight, Union Square, Jack Knife Plug, Triple Play, Cairo, and, um, pretty much everything else.
  • McClelland: Virtually any and all of their Virginia blends, especially Christmas Cheer an
  • Cornell and Diehl: Their Cellar Series advises you of the supposed ideal aging time right on the tin
  • Peretti: No. 8 Slices, obviously.
And finally…whatever your favorite blend is. Can’t hurt to see how it ages!
Does the Cut of the Blend Effect Its Aging?
  • A little. Plugs and flakes have a head start at marrying their flavors, due to their time in the press and the additional heat in their processing prior to being packaged and sold. Flakes and plugs usually feature a high Virginia content, too, which makes them ideal for aging.
Does Aging Tobacco Cause It To Lose Nicotine?
  • Maybe? Anecdotally, some smokers have found that high-octane blends like Old Drk Fired or the Sam Gawith ropes don’t seem to hit quite as hard after they have aged for a substantial period of time, leading to speculation that some nicotine may be lost over time. This is pure speculation, however, and as always one should be moderate when dancing with Lady N.
My Aged Tobacco Has…Stuff On It? Is This Plume? Is This Mold? IS MOLD PLUME?!
  • Plume. Bloom. Pixie Dust. White Gold. Sugar. Salt. (Mold. It’s Always Mold). That silvery stuff you occasionally find on aged tobacco has many names but no true consensus. Some have speculated it is sugar leeching out from the interior of the tobacco to crystallize on its edges. Others are adamant it is a form of mold. A recent analysis pointed towards it possibly/probably/definitely being a form of bacteria (http://pipesmagazine.com/forums/topic/plume-bacteria), which makes sense considering some form of microbe is necessary for fermentation to take place. And yet the debate rages on, and shall outlast us all…
  • It is worth nothing that beyond acquiring this hotly plume pipe tobacco can definitely and definitively mold, and this is very bad. Mold will be fuzzy, and fuzzier when magnified. It may have a bad smell. It may have a bad taste (please don’t taste it). In this case your tobacco is doomed, since spores are as insidious as they are plentiful—toss the lot, decontaminate your area, and look into acquiring a refund from the manufacturer or vender (photographs of the mold may help your cause).
  • Plume, on the other hand, appears more sparkly and crystalline in structure, especially when magnified. It will not have a smell or taste. Whatever it is, most pipe smokers consider it a benign visual indicator of well-aged tobacco and smoke it without fear. If you have concerns simply post about them online, and half a dozen people will immediately offer to dispose of it for you (so long as you mail it to them for incineration).
Why Is My Tin Bulging?
  • A bulging poptop-style tin is usually a good thing—it means the fermentation process is progressing nicely, causing the tin to swell. This usually doesn’t start to happen until a blend has been aging for sometime, however, and if a fresh tin is bulging that can be a sign of a possible mold problem. In this case crack the tin and check—if it looks fine go ahead and jar it up, and if there’s mold take pictures to show the seller and get a refund.
Can I Open a Jar or Tin to Check On the Aging Progress?
  • Sure, but you probably won’t notice any visual indicators, and as soon as you do you’ll cause a gas exchange that interrupts the magic of the aging process. You will then have to start all over…so you might as well just smoke it now! To avoid this possibility many collectors will age a particular blend in several small jars instead of a single large one—that way you can taste how things are progressing without disrupting the whole operation.
Is There Anything I Should Avoid?
  • Don’t forget to write the date of acquisition on the bottom of any new tins.
  • Don’t forget to date and label your jars, either.
  • Don’t age in plastic ziplocks, as they are not actually 100% airtight.
  • Don’t age different blends in the same container.
  • Don’t reuse the lids of Mason jars (though reusing the jars themselves is fine after a thorough wash).
  • Don’t use bail lid jars, they do not create a dependable seal.
  • Don’t put your pipe tobacco in a humidor, and don’t put cigars in with your pipe tobacco.
  • Don’t add humidity to your pipe tobacco before aging.
  • Don’t reduce the humidity of your pipe tobacco before aging.
  • Don’t fear the reaper(strike-through) plume.
  • Don’t panic!
Source and Further Reading
http://pipe-club.com/tobacco_aging_faq/eng/aging.php https://www.glpease.com/FAQ.html http://www.talkingtobacco.com/2014/04/pipe-tobacco-aging-gracefully/ http://www.talkingtobacco.com/2012/07/pipe-tobacco-academy-aging-pipe-tobacco/ http://www.tobaccopipes.com/blog/cellaring-tobacco-the-dos-and-donts/ http://pipesmagazine.com/blog/out-of-the-ashes/saving-for-a-rainy-day/#more-4300 https://www.smokingpipes.com/smokingpipesblog/single.cfm/post/introduction-cellaring-pipe-tobacco https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Types_of_tobacco https://www.reddit.com/PipeTobacco/wiki/whatisbloom 
  • Endless discussions online and in person!
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2017.12.17 20:22 bobers654 Me [20 M] with my ex-gf [25M/F] after 5 months dating, I can't decide what I want and I feel guilty.

We worked together at a volunteer center. I casually got her snapchat after showing her a fun story of my day before. She would direct message me about new stories, and I would usually ignore her. At this time, I saw her as very pretty, a bit out of my league, but fun. We slowly get closer over text and one day she asks me out for lunch. The next day, I take her, and on the way back I ask her "Wouldn't it be cool if we went to Seattle right now instead of work?" "That'd be awesome!" "Wanna keep driving?" "Yes". It threw me off that she was so free spirited. We got about an hour of driving in before we decided to do it another day (we did) (it's a 3 hour drive).
After 5 months, I liked her a lot. I find her a great, kind, caring, hard-working person. She spends what little time she has with her family and pitbull. I've introduced her to gym and fitness and glad she's getting into it. She's modeled a bit when she was younger, owns her uncle's cleaning business, has a degree in marketing and is finishing advertising and getting certified for real estate which is what she wants to do. She's currently a nurse at a home care for elderly on weekends and a financial manager (in training) during the week. On many people's standards, she would be a 8 or 9 in looks.
On the other hand, things I don't like..
She doesn't have the "look" that I find very attractive (she has pale skin, Latin features and small hairs everywhere; I find American or European features and olive or tan skin the most attractive and if I see someone like that, even if we are together somewhere, it will take my focus off her and I feel guilty, I know it's superficial but if I want to spend forever with her I don't think that should happen).
We don't have much else in common. We like travelling, food, fashion, fitness, cats... I dislike her taste in music and she mine. She doesn't have a thing for good cinema like me. She dislikes things to do with history, nature and science and I dislike law, gossip and makeup. She wouldn't want to smoke weed and marathon Lord of the Rings and I wouldn't want to go drinking and clubbing.
She isn't very creative or smart (except for business and law which she would kick my ass on). It's like I have a higher level of humor and charisma that I wish she would understand. Her "jokes" are really just memes or "I know you are" high school level. I think she's just never had to think hard in that way because so many guys before would just fall for her humor. She has a very short attention span.
She isn't that white-picket-fence American family I want to spend the holidays with. I grew up in an orthodox Russian, christian, conservative, lower class family with 6 siblings in a small dirty home and I want that kind of family that all speaks English and follows traditions and knows how to decorate and take care of a home. My family, and her's is similar, talk non-stop about religion and politics are are so negative about everything. And my parents don't understand us children, with our smartphones and following American traditions, and the language barrier is hard to deal with constantly to try to bridge that gap.
I should also mention, I am an atheist, she's a christian. We talked about family in the future and though I agreed I would be fine raising kids, both of us as we are, I think it would be healthiest if they weren't pulled both ways in terms of beliefs, which is bound to happen.
About a month ago, she got word that she may be deported in two years, which meant that either in 2 years she marries a US citizen (such as me), or start the expensive and arduous process of citizenship. This made us talk more seriously about the future, on top of that she did not want to have sex until I committed, because she felt I hadn't yet, which was true, for the above reasons I was hesitant.
She is my first relationship, and I did not try hard for her, it basically happened magically. It's hard for me to think that all of a sudden I've found my partner and my reservations are to be expected. I told her I couldn't commit at this time. We have been "friends" for a month. We still talk constantly, hang out, kiss (I know, but we love each other very deeply). I said that I'll do some more thinking on if we should get back together and continue.
I've been on tinder and been doing okay. I like the freedom of being able to flirt with a cute girl at the store. Lots of times, when I'm at the gym or swiping through these girls, it sucks but I think more about myself and someone else besides her. And then I hang out with her and usually I'm thinking about her and how much I love cuddling with her or travelling together. My mood changes pretty easily.
Two days ago I got in a car accident (my first). I'm fine but my car has a good bit of damage. She came over after and we cuddled in my room. She also met my parents. I told her the accident may have shaken me a bit and made me think about my priorities.
My best friend (19/m) thinks I should spare her feelings and move on. If I'm not "fuck yes!" about being with her, then it's a no. The way I see it, there are sooo many great people in the world and I want to meet them and know them and I dont want to be tied to one great person.
Edit: And I should say, she is committed to me. She loves me and my shortcomings which I wish I could do for her.
Edit 2: She's been engaged before, had many relationships. She's said that our age difference, that my inexperience may be why I won't commit. She said I should still do some dating so that I can really appreciate her.
tl;dr: I dated a great person for months, she isn't my "perfect match" but I love her deeply. I don't know if I should settle/commit or to continue searching for someone who is a better match for me.
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