Side mount ceiling fan box

The Science of Deduction

2013.01.11 00:34 neowu The Science of Deduction

A place to practice your Sherlock like observation

2015.05.11 12:58 EnemaOfTheProstate Currently Tripping

Are you currently tripping? You might enjoy some of these pics, gifs, videos or web-tools posted to this subreddit.

2014.10.10 23:22 Spider-Gwen

A subreddit dedicated to Marvel's Earth-65 Ghost-Spider, Gwen Stacy aka Spider-Gwen.

2023.03.25 02:16 TheBoredTechie Choicing the correct O-ring size and goove calculation

I'd like to design an underwater box but can't understand how to choose the correct o-ring size for an IPx8 design. Is it just a case of me picking whatever sized o-ring I want and then calculating the goove size around that? Or is it that I design the goove size and then pick the o-ring.
I'd like my design to be something like this
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where i can open a door on a latch but want to make sure I get the fundiments of the o-ring correct.

Im just lost on how to start selecting the correct oring for my idea
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2023.03.25 02:14 tubularfool Out with the GoldenEar Triton 2+ and in with the KEF LS60 - initial impressions!

Whilst I was very fond of my Triton 2+, I had to begrudgingly admit that they were a little too big for the space - both sonicly and aesthetically!
After much research and some in-store listening, I took home my new grey LS60s today and left the GoldenEars behind as trade-in.
So far I am happy I made the right choice - they integrate far better into the room right out of the box compared to the Tritons and give up nothing in terms of bass depth and punch.
Weirdly they don't seem to activate the 58hz room mode like the Tritons did, so no need for my Roon DSP tweaks - I am just using the base settings in the KEF App to reflect the space.
Considering I have a tricky space with one speaker free standing and one around 30cm from a side wall, I am delighted with how well they have settled.
They sound amazing! Better than they did in store. Slightly more forward and bright in the upper and mids than the Triton's without being sharp. I am quite sensitive to certain timbres and pitches - think Bjork or other female singers, along with some horn sounds etc and the KEFs don't trigger that at all.
To my ears, bass extension and slam are easily on a par with the GEs, which is incredible to me when you look at the size difference! Where they win is in terms of bass detail retreval - things like string pluck resonance etc on double bass that weren't audible with the Tritons.
The KEFS are also far less fussy about where I am sitting in the room - I get the full immersion and imaging sitting left or right of centre on the couch, whereas the GEs had quite a small sweet spot.
The fact that I now have massibely reduced the nuimber of boxes and cables in the lounge is just the icing on the cake - and now I should be able to make some money back in selling my DAC, Pre and Power amp as well.
Very, very happy KEF Camper.
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2023.03.25 02:12 hurtlando [USA-NY] [H] R7-5800X3D/3070FE BUILD [W] PayPal/Local Cash

Pc is less than 3 months old. I built it up & decided I wanted more power so I built a 4090 build.
Have OG boxes for GPU,AIO,PSU & MOBO
Looking for $1650 OBO. Will negotiate
Willing to deliver up to 200 miles from 10704 NY for a fee.
Shipping isn't ideal but am able to.
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2023.03.25 02:10 Cannibal_Specter Sharp hip joint pain after teep. Is this normal?

I was shadow boxing for warm up today and threw a couple rear teeps from orthodox and ever since my right side hip joint started hurting. I continued with the class. Should I stop training for a few days. Is this pain normal?
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2023.03.25 02:09 GarageFarm2020 How I mount a 12 inch oscillating fan and the mom's to be and I got babies. 4X4 tent.

How I mount a 12 inch oscillating fan and the mom's to be and I got babies. 4X4 tent. submitted by GarageFarm2020 to microgrowery [link] [comments]

2023.03.25 02:08 unlawfulanemia “Selena Gomez vs. Hailey Bieber”

This “Selena Gomez vs. Hailey Bieber” has me turning in my resignation to a lot of social medias and friendships. Idc WHO’S side your on. The entire situation is so pathetic and gives me monarchy vibes. And if you let any of these celebrities situations emotionally involve you in your personal life, then you are losing. Bad. Selena’s fans have showed a level of unhinged I haven’t seen since the capital raiding (my cake day so I remember vividly). I couldn’t imagine being in my late 20s to early 30s sending death threats to somebody - especially by TEXT - like you are asking for a lawsuit deadass in your face.. I feel like this is kind of like a reawakening for me since the capital bs because it just scares me how people are such sheep and it’s becoming more popularized to act like this and it’s so so so bad for society. Even though it’s a lot of people agreeing w someone or “out-rationing” someone, it can still be WRONG, and it fucking scares me.
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2023.03.25 02:07 Saturdead The Drainpipe Siren

The summer I turned 10 was the best time of my life. For years I’d had trouble making friends with other girls, and out of nowhere I was accepted into a group of boys. We would ride our bikes everywhere, play games, and sit up all night just talking about superheroes. I loved it, and I started enjoying coming to school.
That summer was the first summer we went to Everett’s cabin. We biked up there with his dad and spent three days hiking, fishing, telling stories, building a treehouse, and chowing down on hot dogs. It was amazing, and probably the first time in my life where I truly felt like part of a group.
For the next few years, we went back up there every summer. Sometimes we’d get another member, sometimes we’d lose one. People came and went, but we biked up there every summer nonetheless.

They became my best friends. I was one of the “original members” alongside Everett and Sam, but one year we had Lewis, another year there was Owen, and so on. But me, Everett, and Sam? We were always there. The originals.
By the time we all turned 14, there was another girl joining the group; Sam’s girlfriend Josslyn. I’d had some trouble getting along with other girls, so I was a bit hesitant about having Josslyn come along. But I was hilariously wrong. Within a couple of weeks, Josslyn became my best friend. She was like the sister I never had.
The year we turned 16 was the last time we would go there as a group. By then, everyone was growing up. Some were going to college; others were getting a job. Hell, Sam and Josslyn had just broken up and could barely be in the same room. Spending the summer in Everett’s cabin became one of those things that you just stop doing. We promised we’d go back there someday and celebrate summer the right way, knowing full well that would probably never happen.
And then, nothing. And as with all names and faces, they started growing distant. We kept in touch every now and then, but Sam, Everett and Josslyn all went on with their lives. I did too.

That was until a few years ago, when we all turned 30.
By then, Sam was about to move out of state. His startup company had gained some traction, and they were moving their main office. He was hitting the big leagues.
Josslyn was planning a move to Scotland. She’d met this guy at the university that she fell head over heels in love with, and the two of them’d had a long-distance relationship for close to a decade.
Everett, well, he’d tried to play the family man. He had a four-year old son and a two-year old girl with a woman who was divorcing him. Oof.
And me? Well, I wasn’t dealing with my aging very well. I’ve had anxiety all my life and haven’t celebrated a birthday since I was 14. I can barely look myself in the mirror, horrified of the possibility of seeing a grey hair. I’m a bit of a hypochondriac, truth be told, and I imagine feeling all kinds of cramps and pains because of my age. And yes, I know 30 isn’t that old. Doesn’t matter.

But that summer, Everett sent us a message out of nowhere. His family was selling the cabin, and he figured one more trip down memory lane would do us all some good. The whole area was being sold off to a logging company at the end of summer. Personally, I just think the divorce was getting to him.
At first, I wasn’t going to accept. But after seeing both Sam and Josslyn agreeing to come, I couldn’t say no. Maybe it would distract me from turning 30.

So one sunny day in late June I drove down from Morgantown back home to Juniper (WV), not knowing what to expect. I figured I might get a nice weekend out of it.
And as I met up with Sam and Everett, it was as if nothing had changed. They hugged me. We laughed, we joked around, and we laughed some more. Everett had rented us mountain bikes. I got the blue one.
Sure, they looked a bit different. Sam had put on a few pounds and had a thick pair of glasses. He was already sweating. Everett, who used to have dreadlocks, had this short and neat office-type haircut, and his eyes looked darker. But that was all just appearance; they were the same guys. Same humor, same smiles, same favorite superheroes. Wonderful.

We stopped at the supermarket. I was comparing beef jerky prices when Sam walked up to me.
“Josslyn went on ahead,” he explained. “The roads are all dug up, so we’re taking the tunnel.”
“The Rosewater tunnel? By the railroad?” I asked.
“Yeah,” nodded Sam. “Shouldn’t take long. Josslyn is already up there.”
Made sense to me. Josslyn was the outdoorsy type. She was probably up there making a fire by rubbing sticks together or something. But just in case, I bought myself a Firestarter. You never know.

And then we were off. Riding bikes with the same people, down the same roads. Sure, it all looked different, but it really wasn’t. After all these years, I was still just me and the guys. For a moment, I felt this surge of optimism; like everything, somehow, might turn out all right.
Everett took point. We followed a trail deep into the pine forest, sweating under the summer sun. The canopy was a blessing, hiding us from the afternoon heat. It took us a bit over an hour to find the railroad tracks. We followed them north. Sam was sweating like he’d never even seen a bike before.

Then we got to the tunnel. The old Rosewater tunnel wasn’t long, but it was old. Everyone knew about it, but it was the kind of place that parents refused to let their kids go near. The place was probably covered in mold. Still, biking through it wouldn’t be a problem. You could feel the draft coming through.
The tunnel had a slight curve to it, so we couldn’t see the other side. Still, Everett took point and howled with joy as he entered. The echo bounced off the walls, reaching into the mountain. Sam followed suit, shrieking just as loud. We dove deep into the dark with the rhythmic thumping of the railroad tracks beneath us.
Our bike lights shone as bright as they could, but the tunnel swallowed them. It was getting colder and colder, almost to the point of my breath showing. Little dust particles danced in the weak light. The sound of spinning bike chains and thumping wheels echoed, and the air tasted like old moisture.

Suddenly, Everett stopped. Then Sam. And soon, I could see why.
We were in the middle of the tunnel, and there was something covering the ground.

We were all standing there dumbfounded. Snow? In late June? That didn’t make a lick of sense.
“That’s just weird,” said Sam. “Let’s keep going.”
“Wait,” said Everett.
He stepped off his bike and walked around for a bit. I leaned against my handlebar, feeling the weight of my backpack. I hadn’t even noticed how out of breath I was. Everett leaned down, looking at the snow.
“What’s up?” Sam asked. “We going?”
“Yeah, yeah,” nodded Everett. “It’s just… I dunno.”
“Dunno what?”
“Like… where’re the tracks?”
“You’re sitting on ‘em” I added. “What’s the deal?”
“No, Josslyn’s tracks.”

Now I could definitely see my own breath. And Everett was right, the snow was undisturbed. Josslyn couldn’t have come through there, unless the snow had recently settled. But what, an inch and a half of powder snow in late June, in less than a day? Nah.
Everett got back on his bike.
“Let’s just keep going.”
We biked through the snow. About ten minutes later, we got to the edge of the tunnel.

It’d collapsed in on itself.
The ceiling had caved in and filled the entire tunnel with a steep slant of solid rock chunks. It didn’t look recent either.
We just turned around. There was no reason for us to keep pushing forward, so we decided to just go back out and follow the (if somewhat broken) main road instead. We had bikes, we could go pretty much anywhere. Still, I couldn’t help but notice how Everett seemed a bit distraught. We all were.
On our way back through the snow, I got the sense that something was off, but I couldn’t put my finger on what. But right then and there, I was just happy we were leaving.

Except we didn’t get far.
The path we came in through had also collapsed.

“Did we make a… a wrong turn?” Sam asked. “I thought this… this was just a straight line.”
“It is,” said Everett. “This, uh… this doesn’t make sense.”
“I didn’t hear anything,” I gasped. “I didn’t hear a goddamn thing.”
“This is old. There’s dust. It didn’t just collapse, this is… ,” insisted Everett.
“So we must’ve gotten turned around somewhere,” smiled Sam. “So we backtrack.”

It took us about 45 minutes to move from one end of the tunnel to the other; but both ends were definitely collapsed. How we entered in the first place was mind boggling. It didn’t make sense.
At some point, we just stopped. We stepped off our bikes and sat down. Sam used his phone as a flashlight, illuminating the dancing dust particles. The air tasted stale.
“No bars,” Sam said. “Tunnels suck.”
“It doesn’t make sense!” groaned Everett. “We got in, we can get out!”
“How?!” I asked, throwing my arms out. “I’m not seeing any exits! It… it fell!”
“That’s impossible!” spat Everett. “There would be a… a goddamn ear-bursting pressure! There’d be so much dust we… we wouldn’t be able to breathe! And there wouldn’t be goddamn snow all over the ground!”

We tried to get our phones to work. We tried moving the rocks, but the thick moisture in the air had frozen; making them all stick together like bricks and mortar. There was no way.
We wasted hours, and the temperature just kept dropping. I’d started shivering, and Sam’s breath had frozen into little icicles in his beard. Everett paced back and forth, trying to come up with a plan.
The snow was either expanding, or we kept coming back to it. Either way, it was everywhere. And the temperature kept dropping; fast.

At one point, that strange feeling in my stomach came back to me. I removed my bike light and used it as a torch. I noticed something in the snow.
I could see our tracks. Both from our bikes, and our shoes. But there was something else; a slight impression. Two thin parallel lines, running next to the wall. They twisted and turned at times, but I couldn’t make out what it was supposed to be. I called Sam and Everett over to help me, but we suddenly got distracted.

Somewhere deep in the tunnel, I heard something.
A voice.

“You should be helping me.”

It came from further in. Without a doubt in my mind, and after all these years, I could still recognize Josslyn’s voice. We tried to pinpoint where it came from, but the tunnel made it impossible.
“Joss?” Sam called out. “Joss, you there?”
Nothing. We looked at one another. It took Everett a few moments to even attempt to accept this.
“Joss!” Everett finally called out “Josslyn!”
Still, nothing.

We looked for her. I could feel myself growing more desperate as the air got colder. My teeth had started to chatter, and no amount of rubbing my arms changed a thing. My hairs were standing at attention, as if listening for warmth.
Sam and Everett kept calling out to her, but we got no response. And all over the snow I kept seeing these two parallel lines, just barely scraping the top of the snow. Either they’d been there for a while, or whatever was making them were something extraordinarily light. But there was no way of telling where it came from.
I have no idea how many hours we spent walking up and down that freezing tunnel. At some point, we all gathered in a circle and wrapped ourselves in sleeping bags. I tried to use my Firestarter, but we didn’t have much to burn. We piled up some of our extra clothes and spent the better part of an hour setting it on fire. It burned for less than ten minutes.

At some point, we just stopped trying. Our hands were raw, and I started having cold sweats. We’d turned off the lights to save on battery, but my restless eyes kept moving. I could feel myself going cross-eyed, my mind confused by the pressing dark.
There was too much ground to cover. There might be some side tunnel that we might’ve missed, but we were losing hope. I didn’t know what to make of it. Sam and Everett had gone through several cycles of arguing, making a desperate effort, being anxiously hopeful, and then back to arguing. Now they were just quiet.
I would’ve preferred an argument.

“You… should be helping me.”

We all looked up. It was distant, but not as distant as last time. I could hear Sam shuffling as he got up. He called out to Josslyn again and again, but there was no response. Sam was growing more and more desperate, and his screams got louder. At some point, he stopped calling out to her; he just screamed.
The arguing started again as Everett tried to shut him up. But I heard something. I looked up, concentrating on the sound. There was a slight reverb, like the sound bouncing off something metallic.
I put my bike light back on and looked up, letting the bright cone answer my question.
There were drainpipes running along the ceiling of the tunnel.

“Some… some kind of drainage, or a run-off,” said Sam, looking up. “That’s gotta… wait. This wasn’t at the entrance.”
“So it started further in,” I said. “Maybe there’s a maintenance area.”
At that, Everett got up.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Yeah, that makes, uh… that makes sense.”

We followed the pipes, and I couldn’t help but notice that the parallel lines in the snow that seemed to be going the same way. They were roughly following the way the pipes were running in the ceiling. Sam and Everett didn’t seem to notice.
“There might be another way out,” said Sam. “Like a… maintenance entrance.”
“Yeah,” agreed Everett. “They can’t have people running in and out of here when the trains are coming, right?”
My stomach turned. The stress was getting to me. I wasn’t usually the quiet one of the group, but crawling around in the dark just weighed my entire mind down. It wasn’t supposed to be cold. It wasn’t supposed to be dark. We were supposed to be making hot dogs by the cabin.

There was a faint tapping sound. Something banging against the pipes, somewhere up ahead. Sam and Everett pushed forward.
And there it was. A maintenance door.
We all got excited. We ran up to it, and the moment Sam put his hands on the handle, I shouted at them to stop.

They just looked at me, barely illuminated by our combined electronics. I could see the parallel lines running in the snow leading into the maintenance door. I pointed it out to Sam and Everett, who didn’t pay it no mind. Sam thought it was water drops from condensation. Everett didn’t care.
It couldn’t be water drops. It was too cold, and too consistent. Something in me screamed at me to just… not go further. This was bad.

But the door flung open, and we stepped inside.
There was an awful smell in the air. Chemicals; mostly ammonia. It took some time getting used to, but we pushed on. There was a small corridor leading us further in, branching into maintenance tunnels that were so small that we had to move sideways to fit.
We explored, as a group. We couldn’t find an obvious way out, but we could make an educated guess. We just had to find a way that pointed us either straight forward, or straight back; following the curvature of the Rosewater tunnel.

At one point, we hit a dead end. As we turned back, I was suddenly first in line. Then we heard it again.
“You should… be helping me.”
This time it was just down the hall. It was so close it chilled me more than my freezing breath. And for a split second, I could swear I saw something move just at the edge of the light. Something that retreated into the dark with a rhythmic sound. And it was leaving behind those strange parallel lines in the frost-covered floor.

We got back to one of the maintenance hubs. The drainpipes coalesced, leading us further in. We stopped for a while, as Sam was out of batteries.
“They will come looking for us,” said Sam. “We should just go back and wait.”
“We’ll freeze,” I said. “It’s absurd, but we’ll freeze.”
“She’s right,” agreed Everett. “We… we gotta push.”
“Then I go second. I don’t have a light.”

We agreed.
And as we turned around, there was Josslyn.

We could barely make out her shape at first. She looked taller, and her hair clung to her face like she’d crawled out of a cold bath. She just stood there, barely keeping herself upright. Sam and I stood there in shock, but Everett burst into action. He sprinted forward towards her.
In a whiplash-like motion, Josslyn was pulled back into the dark. She didn’t make a sound.
I noticed two things.
One, that her legs didn’t move.
And two, that her feet barely touched the ground; leaving parallel lines in the frosted floor.

Everett rushed after her, screaming her name over and over like a desperate parrot. I was right behind him, and Sam was trying his best to keep up. We ran, seeing whiffs of her hair disappear further and further into the darkness. She was moving, fast, and we could barely keep up. Just seconds later, as we came to a four-way junction, she was gone.
Everett fell to his knees, panting. I stopped short of tripping over him.
“She… she’s here,” Everett panted. “S-something’s wrong.”
I spat and tried to stay in motion to keep my sweat from freezing. The salt stung my eyes.
“Why… why is she doing this?” he asked. “What’s going on?”
“Wait,” I said.
I turned around.
“Where’s Sam?”

We backtracked. We tried to mentally map those labyrinthian halls, but we just came up with dead end after dead end. Sam was gone. Disappeared into the dark.
And somewhere, far ahead, we could hear something again.

“Yooooouu~ should be… helping me.”
But this time, in Sam’s voice.
Sam’s broken, drawling, drawn-out half-voice. It made the drainpipes reverberate, shaking with excitement.

This time, we turned the other way. We couldn’t keep getting pulled further and further in. We made a silent agreement that whatever was in there was something we didn’t want to see. We had to keep going, and once we got out, we could help.
“We… we have to follow the pipes,” said Everett. “They have to lead outside at some point!”
“Or they’ll just… just lead us further in!”
“We can’t keep running in circles! We pick a path, and we stick to it!”
He grabbed my shoulders. Even with barely functioning light, I could see the panicked size of his pupils. I nodded. Whatever it took for us to stick together.

We must’ve walked for hours. And finally, it opened up into another junction. This one with only two adjoining corridors. But by now, we’d moved around so much there was no way to tell what was north, south, or in-between. We could only guess.
“You pick,” said Everett.
And I did.

We followed one of the halls, and I could hear my footsteps growing louder. The echo was increasing. Moments later, the halls opened into a kind of hub area where all the drainpipes coalesced. It was much large than expected, with solid concrete walls and floors. Dozens of pipes lead us here.
Everett was about to rush forward when I put a hand on his shoulder. I looked around for a bit, but he brushed me off and kept going.
“Wait!” I called out, pointing.
There was something up ahead.

It was impossible not to recognize Sam. His body hanging limp, inches off the ground like a stringed-up puppet.
His skin white as snow, with icicles hanging from his beard and hair. He didn’t move.
You shooooould… be helping me,” his body groaned, without ever moving his mouth.

The shadows behind him moved.
The very dark of the room; it moved.

And at that moment, I realized there was something oil-slick and dark slithering along the pipes; holding Sam up like a ventriloquist dummy.

“Sssssshould. Sssssshould be.”

I could see Josslyn’s bike, snapped in half and thrown into a corner. Strange flowers grew along the edge of the wall; like little sunflowers, frozen and blue.
I could see Josslyn’s backpack torn open and thrown across the floor. The hot dogs, trampled and abandoned. And there at the very edge of my light, I could see Josslyn’s frozen hair splayed across the concrete in a pool of frozen blood.
Unnatural hands crawled across the drainpipes, causing a rhythmic thumping. And just as the horror of this vision sunk into me, my mind exploded into panic. It was like watching through my eyes like a passenger, surrendering completely to whatever power would get me out of there. My mind lit up the world with fear, as a real and tangible threat started coming our way; and it was dragging Sam along.

I bolted back out the door. Something was right behind me, but I didn’t know if it was Everett or… that Sam-thing. I didn’t care. I didn’t care the slightest.
I turned a quick corner. Everett followed. The Sam-thing couldn’t keep up, and whatever held him just tossed him aside. I could hear his body shattering like a gypsum statue; his body frozen solid.
Another corner. A quick turn.
Too quick.

I tripped on my own feet. I fell, and Everett fell right after me. We ended up on our sides, lying face-to-face. Something in my elbow broke, and I couldn’t get up.
Then, Everett stopped. I did too. I held my breath, waiting for whatever pain there was to come. Everett looked at me, slack jawed.

His breathing stopped. A long mosquito-like appendage had extended down from the drainpipes, piercing the back of his skull, like popping a water balloon. It was sucking out his warmth, making his skin lose its color. Eyes sinking into his skull, freezing. Nails and tongue turning black. Skin cracking like porcelain. Membranes shriveling into nothing but dry meat.
“Yooooooou~ “ it started. “… yoooOoou… heEeeeeEelping me. Help. Helping meeeee.”

I couldn’t look away.
But as my light dwindled, all that was left was the cold of his touch, and his words; frozen in time.
“Shhhh… shhhhoooOo… should be. Be. Be.”
As my light went out, all that was left was one desperate plea. And for a moment, it sounded just like him.
“Helping me. Helping. Helping me. Helping… me.”

I must’ve stayed there for hours, growing colder by the minute. I just lay there, listening to him slowly learning how to talk with Everett’s body. My tears had frozen my eyelids shut, and my shivers had subsided to a deep throbbing pain.
At some point, Everett was lifted off the floor. And as a cold spike poked against my skin, I realized I could barely feel it. I was too cold.
The creature must’ve thought the same thing, as it left me there. I had no warmth left for it to feast on.

I was no longer interesting prey. I’d accidentally strained my elbow as I fell, and I could barely feel my legs. Further and further away, I could hear the rhythmic thumping as the creature moved along the drainpipes. The pleas of what remained of Everett grew more confident, and distant.
At some point, it wasn’t interested anymore. I fumbled down corridor after corridor, trying to keep my eyes open.
And out of nowhere, the tunnels just seemed to... open up.

On the other side of the Rosewater Tunnel, the light blinded me.
The sun of late June promised me that I was finally safe.

Now, this was all about… five years ago. Law enforcement insist that we were “urban explorers” who messed up. There had been reports of rockslides near the Rosewater Tunnels, and they figured that Sam, Everett and Josslyn got caught in it somewhere deep in the abandoned side tunnels. They didn’t take any other report or indication of wrongdoing seriously. That I had frost burns in late June didn’t seem to bother them.
I’ve been holding off on writing this story as it was technically open for investigation until last September. They finally closed it, officially classifying it as a kind of spelunking expedition gone wrong. They swear they’ve investigated the tunnel, but I have yet to see a single squad car anywhere near it.
I don’t think this is over.

I’ve since left it all behind. The town, the people, the past.
And whatever future I have left, I will cherish.
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2023.03.25 02:07 lewlouch [US-CA] [H] Fantech Aria XD7 Mouse [W] PayPal or local

Asking $43 shipped
Selling my aria in good condition, no visible blemishes or qc issues. The side grips are attached but m1/2 grips unused. Includes box, the extra set of feet, stickers and the solid back shell. Got from another user but looking to try another shape. If sold today can ship out tomorrow Located near 91106 for local
Thanks for looking!
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2023.03.25 02:03 tomcatt1 PM2 Maxamet (Seconds), Kapara, Kizer October, Pena Raptor, Orion Solaris, PM2 OEM scales, PM2 clip

Please don't hesitate to ask any questions or for additional pictures. Hope everyone is having a great Friday! Shipped tomorrow (Saturday), if ordered tonight, otherwise the next business day. Well packaged and Priority 2 Day, whatever that means to the USPS :). Conus only please, unless we agree via chat.

PM2 Maxamet - SV150 OBRO
Bought this on the last online factory seconds sale. Added DNA Lasering (Flytanium) Black Linen Micarta Lotus scales, a CME button, and I intentionally patinaed the blade. Looks pretty good IMHO. It has been disassembled (of course) and has been sharpened. No box, it's a second. Centering slightly favors the show side with the Micarta scales, but centering was dead on with the OEM scales.
PM2 Clip -Wingman SV25
Would not work with the Micarta scales. In great shape. See Timestamp pic.

PM2 OEM Gray Scales - SV25
Not much else to say, it's the OEM Scales from the PM2 above. See Timestamp pic.

Spyderco Kapara CQI - SV175 OBRO
Original owner, sold to a friend almost immediately after receiving, who put it in his safe and I do not believe ever carried. He recently sold back to me. This Kapara is in great shape, centering is good, slightly favors the clip side. Looks almost brand new IMHO. Has not been sharpened, but has been disassembled, cleaned, and oiled. I love the blade shape, but just not getting into my rotation with the blades I carry.

October - SV100 OBRO
A great knife from Kizer, and also in very good condition. This one has also been lightly carried, and has broken in nicely, the action is VERY smooth. CPM-20CV steel, has not been sharpened. It has been disassembled, cleaned, and oiled. Centering and lockup are good. Picked up from SMKW while visiting a few months ago.

Pena Raptor SV165 OBRO
Picked this one up from k_s a few months ago. The previous owner has sharpened as his first attempt to sharpen. It was sharp, but the edge was not, shall we say, straight. I have attempted to make it more straight, and mostly succeeded. check the video. Has been disassembled, cleaned, and Gunny Glide applied. Centering and lockup are good

Orion Solaris SV100 OBRO
Includes the raindrop micarta scales and orange pivot collar and backspacer(installed). Also includes the original G10 scales and red pivot collar and backspacer. Great action, has been disassembled, cleaned, and Gunny Glide applied. Has not been sharped, I do not believe. I am the original owner.
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2023.03.25 02:02 boredgameslab Is this a load bearing wall? Video from inside the roof.

Hey all - I'm planning to have a wall removed to open up some space. I actually had a structural engineer come in and they wrote up some report but the guy didn't even go into the roof to look so I'm skeptical.
Do you think this is a load bearing wall? The engineer said to install an LVL beam so that's what all the builders are saying they will do. Is this approach ok in either scenario?
What I notice is:
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2023.03.25 02:02 axolotl-tiddies Vet said it’s normal for cats to bleed after a difficult bowel movement, but I’m still a little concerned.

~2yo spayed domestic shorthair, no known issues
I asked our vet about this happening when we were being seen for another issue (now resolved). It isn’t every time she poops, only when she strains a bit or it’s a larger movement.
For the past few days, she’s had a slightly upset stomach. I don’t know the name of the scale we use at the humane society but on that fecal scale, I would say two of the movements were a 5, one a 6, and just now she had one that was down to a 4 but especially large. Each time before going, she cries next to the litter box and I don’t know if it’s to get attention so I can watch over her, or if she’s in pain. There was a small amount of blood with each movement, but with the last one she just had there was a substantial trickle of mucus-y blood that spooked me a bit.
So is this still considered normal? Is there anything we can give her at home that can help her have an easier time? She gets hills science diet kibble, and at the moment no wet food (we were going to try some new flavors since she’s not a big fan of wet food but are waiting until her stomach gets better). She eats and drinks normally, and is still playful.
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2023.03.25 02:00 JMLMemer Decided to wait for things to end first before saying this...

Yes, we get it. The situation is done(at least on paper and from what we see it is anyway). But to tell people to move on immediately is quite ridiculous(not ridiculous in itself but as if JJ did nothing crazy). JJ quite literally came for Wade in the most unusual manner possible. Many people in this subreddit don't know what it's like to have their reputation called into question at the expense of something important to them like careers, families or even lives. I'm all for forgiving(I even go as far as to not make it a matter of forgiveness when someone wrongs me and I let it go) but you should be able to empathize with everyone who trusted that JJ wouldn't be so low. We all knew JJ's ego was bigger than his forehead and that's cool. But when it doesn't make you accept full responsibility towards someone you have wronged, it sucks to be around you. Many plastic KSI fans do this cycle where they try to play pseudo-PR and minimize the situation, defending him but as soon as JJ apologizes, they hit you with the "he apologized, now move on" as if they didn't just defend such actions. It's also hypocritical from said plastic fans when they say things like "should we continue to hate him?". But when Dillon Danis or Jake Paul do something, it's something that they can never come back from. I'm not a supporter of Danis or Jake, but I at least keep it a buck 99 when someone does something right or wrong regardless of who it is(I'm saying this as a fan of JJ long before he dropped his song Creature). It's also ridiculous how people can't stand Kavos even tho he's telling the truth😂. I'm not saying you have to be like "yasssss queen" but for you to hate him and dishonestly say he's manipulating his audience is wrong. As a Kavos fan I can agree he milks situations but every creator does that😂😂😂(they make money by repeatedly doing stuff. Y'all don't get this worked up when JJ continues making try not to laughs or reddit videos). You let him go when he defends Logan Paul's failed escapades(which is confirmed that he hasn't paid his supporters back for) but get angry when people actually hold him accountable for it. Some people think we should got back to making memes for the reddit day as usual as if this situation isn't why we've been coming up with hilarious memes as of late😂. It's cool to be a part of JJ's fan base, but keep that same energy across the board. It's actually unfortunate but it took JJ telling a whole lie for us to finally tell JJ enough is enough. As a small business owner, I'm nowhere near JJ's level in business. But at 22 years of age, I can at least say that I know how to do my research and verify the facts. From a business perspective(if not from a personality/character or boxing standpoint) I've lost respect for you because even though I'm not expecting you to know everything, the information that comes directly to YOU should be info you make a point to verify and taking Keem's word(of all people yikes) or mams was poor insight and oversight from you and a man who worked so hard for you and your vision almost got incapacitated for it. You should do something about those people(obviously up to you) and also stop and think before you say or do something you regret. I'm not gonna stop watching your videos or unfollow your socials, but you have a long way back especially for the people who had your back since the beginning(not so much for the fake fans since they just see you as an angel who deserves unlimited tries). What's more, Wade is W for standing on his square and I wish him the best on his future endeavors(he also gained a new sub in me). Also, JJ should do something about the people behind the scenes who have an issue with the guy using a drink that God forbid is better than prime😂😂😂. W JJ's parents for not getting involved, W Ethan for saying it like it is and idk about the other Sidemen who didn't understand the whole situation but no hard feelings toward anyone anyway. Finally, Mo came outta nowhere with his response to Kavos😂. Kavos was right and I think Mo just wanted the situation to end(which is fine) but for him to come from the woodwork to tell Kavos that when he said nothing the whole time was not it. He should've stayed quiet. Do better supposed fans of KSI. Hold JJ and everyone regardless of what childish or genuinely justified feelings you have toward them, to the same standard. That's all...
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2023.03.25 02:00 vk6flab [OC] The Contester In Me...

So, I have a confession to make. I'm a contester. I'm not ashamed of this. While I'm in a confessing mood, I'll also mention that I've not participated in many contests in the past few years. This is not for the want of desire, but for the lack of motivation to fix things in my shack that are fundamentally broken.
On the weekend I participated in a local contest. I took part for six hours, got on-air and made noise, made about 30 contacts, had a ball. I wasn't playing to win, though I did use the opportunity to refresh and hone some of my rusty skills.
The next day I spent much too long converting my log into something that the contest organiser asked for. I also discovered that there was a duplicate entry in my log, not something which I'd expect with only so few contacts, but a reflection on the tool I was using to create my log.
I started writing down what I learnt from the experience, operating from my own shack, documenting what worked and what didn't.
I commented on several things relevant to me, but to give you a flavour, my operator position is terrible because I'm logging on my main computer and the radio is side-on when I'm facing the computer. The sun was shining directly into my eyes when facing the computer. Holding a microphone I didn't have hands-free, I still don't have an auto-keyer to save my voice, my foot pedal didn't work and my data interface was on loan to another amateur.
As I said, these things are specific to me.
Logging was worse.
It didn't quite bring me to tears, but as the contest went on, it became a problem. I started to write down what was wrong with the tool I was using with a view to submitting patches to fix it when I realised that it wasn't actually built as a contesting logging tool, so I stopped and instead started writing a new list, one that describes what a good contesting tool looks like. It builds on a decade of using different tools and participating in contests in all manner of different situations, from special portable event activations, through to the annual top-tier contests run from a purpose built contest station and everything in between.
So, what does the ideal contesting tool look like, for me?
It needs to be cross platform, as-in, I should be able to use it on whatever computer I have access to, my Linux workstation, a Macintosh Laptop, an Android phone or tablet and while I'm at it, Windows and iOS and I think it should be able to run on a Raspberry Pi. In other words, there shouldn't be a situation where you cannot run the tool because you have some random combination of operating system or CPU that the developer doesn't support.
It must be open source. By that I mean, the code should be available to the entire community. There are too many stories of great tools dying or being held hostage by individuals or small groups. The tool should continue to exist and be usable regardless of the participation of the original developer. Users should be able to fix things, add functionality, change themes, whatever.
You should be able to customise it because not every contest needs the same information. For example, the John Moyle Memorial Field Day, a contest run every year during March in Australia requires that VHF and UHF contacts record the maidenhead locator, a four or six character message that designates the location of the station. This is used to calculate distance between two stations and award points accordingly. Such a requirement isn't needed in most other contests.
Some contests are considered friendly contests, like the Remembrance Day contest in August. It's common to exchange your name, details about your station and have a chat. You'd be unpopular if you used that approach for the Oceania DX, the CQ World Wide or the CQ WPX contests. In other words, some fields are expected for some contests, but not for others.
The tool needs to be able to show if a contact is valid by whatever means the rules for a particular contest decide. It needs to automatically log the time, keep track of previous entries and know about the super check partial list to validate partial callsigns.
The user needs to be able to use either a keyboard or mouse, or both, to do all the common contesting data entry. No dependency on crazy keyboard shortcuts, no requirement to click the mouse to make an entry, in other words, the tool needs to be able to get out of the way of the contester.
I think it needs to have a plug-in system to accommodate different rules and it needs to be able to export data in whatever format the contest organiser expects.
You should be able to use it without needing to be connected to the internet during the contest, it should be easy to update and have the ability to keep a station log for all the contacts ever made.
It would be great if it could also import existing logs so you can start to consolidate older logs.
Having spent quite some time looking for such a tool and failing, I've come to the conclusion that there's only one thing for it, I'm going to have to write my own tool and it would be great if you could help by sharing your opinion on the matter.
At this point I'm looking for suggestions on what you think is needed for a great contesting tool. I realise that for some, pen and paper is sufficient, and I'm not trying to dissuade you from using that, I've used it myself on more than one occasion, rather, I'm asking if you can think of things that it should do out of the box, things that are basic functionality that you would like to see as part of the design.
You can find the project on my vk6flab GitHub page, comment on Reddit, or you can drop me an email, [email protected].
Look forward to hearing from you.
I'm Onno VK6FLAB
TL;DR This is the transcript of the weekly 'Foundations of Amateur Radio' podcast - for other episodes, see
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2023.03.25 01:58 YutyrannusHuali Decapitated rubber plant? :(

Decapitated rubber plant? :(
I just brought home a nice about 4ft tall rubber plant that had clearly outgrown it's pot (roots everywhere!) And was getting ready to repot it and clean it's leaves when I picked it up in my room, unaware of how close my ceiling fan was, and WHACK! Head sliced clean off! The break is at a rough angle, and I was able to sort of slot the plant back together and paniced, tying it in place with ribbon. Can the plant reincorporate the head to the rest
of the stem and heal back into one piece? If that's unlikely, can I get the head to sprout roots in its own pot?
And with either of those options, is it safe to repot still (because it really needs it) or should I wait a while? I feel so bad :((
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2023.03.25 01:57 StepwiseUndrape574 One of the most important aspects of any open-world game is the level of interactivity in the world

One of the most important aspects of any open-world game is the level of interactivity in the world. Fans are hoping that GTA 6 will have even more things to do and discover than previous games, with hidden locations, side missions, and other activities to keep players engaged.
GTA 5 Modder 👑 Buy gta 5 accounts // Fortnite // GTA 5 Accounts, Mods 💎 Creator on Patreon: 🎪
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2023.03.25 01:52 Vanquisher1088 [FS][US-NJ] OPNSense DEC850 Router

Purchased it new from the OPNSense store. Was using it until we did our network remodel. Ships in original box with power cord and wall mount brackets.
$900 + Ship OBO
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2023.03.25 01:50 accountv4 [USA-WA][H] Lewitt LCT-440-Pure Microphone, Seasonic TX-1000 with Cablemod white cables [W] Paypal

Hi, selling some stuff I'm not using. They were all bought new by me
Timestamps (4 days ago, should still be valid):
Lewitt LCT 440 Pure Microphone
Seasonic TX-1000 with Cablemod custom braided white cables
So I had the dumb idea of trying to stuff one of the best possible PSUs in my Meshlicious. Things were very cramped and I just swapped to an SF750. Probably will fit many other cases with some cable management.
Cable lengths are:
You can see the exact details of the cables here:
Thanks for looking, lowballers will be ignored
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2023.03.25 01:47 KikoKeys [US-CA] [H] Silver Heavy Grail, HHKB Snow 25th Anniversary, Unfinished/Raw Data Pad w/ 23ub, Black/Chroma Link65, GMK: Noire, Redacted, Camping, Sloth, Norse, Metropolis, Yuri, Dualshot, Awaken, Artisans + M107 Collection [W] PayPal, Local Cash, GMK Wants

Timestamps Artisans + GSK M107 Collection
Local to 92115
Willing to trade for or purchase the following items. Please comment then PM me your prices shipped to Califonia, 92115:
GMK Hyperfuse Accent Kit
GMK Yuri Icons, Novelties
GMK Carbon R2 Novelties, Rolling Bones, 6u Spacebars
GMK Laser Laserwave Dusk & Dawn Translucent kits
Item Description Price (Inclusive of PayPal fee, exclusive of Shipping fee)
Silver Heavy Grail Originally A stock, but came with two tiny, pin needle scuffs from the factory. Not really visible when on desk. Built with a pro classic, unsilenced, lubed sliders and stabs, white switchplate. Comes with folio/box/extra screws/tools. Will come with Ivory Printed caps. If you want Edius caps as well let me know and we can work something out. $735
HHKB Snow 25th Ann. Printed case, blank caps. 25th Ann. "Fn" key in place of the blank "Fn" key. Stock/unmodded. Has coldtop sticker on the bottom, removable. Comes with box. $315
Unfinished/Raw Norbauer Data Pad Unfinished Aluminum Data Pad. Raw SS Backplate. No Norbauer box. Comes with Folio, extra parts. Can sell as is case only, or with a 23ub (stock, lubed the 2u stab, unsilenced) $350 or $440 with 23ub
Black/Chroma Link65 Built with Wisteria switches and TX Stabs on a solder PCB. PE foamed. Comes with original box/accessories/foams. Plastic still on the PVD weight. $315
GMK Noire Base Base has some shine. $110
GMK Noire Salvuns Alu, Brass, Copper $40 for alu, $50 for brass/copper
GMK Noire Diffraction Deskmat Like new $20
GMK Redacted Base + Novs + Bars + Add-on Base has very light shine on some alphas $250
GMK Camping R2 Base + Novs + LuxCable Collab Base has light/moderate shine. Missing normal backspace, novs includes Novelty backspace. Ships in bags $220
GMK Sloth Novs Sealed $45
GMK Norse Base + Bars + Novs + 1u Alu RAMA + Spacecables Collab Typed on for a few hours on my old dolice then stowed away. No shine. Ships in bags $290
GMK Metropolis R2 Base Sealed $115
GMK Metropolis R2 Novelties Sealed $45
GMK Metropolis 2.25u Enter RAMA BNIB $50
GMK Metropolis 1u RAMA BNIB $40
GMK Yuri 40s Kit Sealed $45
GMK Dualshot R2 Command Sealed $25
GMK Awaken Mainframe Base Very light shine, ships in bags $105
Maker + Sculpt Colorway Price (Inclusive of PayPal fee, exclusive of Shipping fee)
Melonkeys Hayabusa Dustbusa $55
Lividity Observer Julius $55
SodieCaps Crescent Cap v2 Ashes of Ariandel $55
Lividity Shriek Companion $55
404artisans INKM Pennywise $35
Destroyer Caps Rawr Clarblart $35
Melonkeys Suika Laser $75
Melonkeys Sumo Laser $75
Melonkeys Kamikaze Laser $75
Hungry Hustlas Conchas Pink/White, Black/Grey, Tri-color $25/ea
Rama Wave Seq2 Br Matte Gold $60
Hibi x JWST - $45
Namong Lessy w/ Sunglasses Rudy $85
M107 Collection:
Selling my GSK M107 collection. Here's an image that lists which are currently available in this collection. Asking $110/cap if you purchase the whole collection (23 caps). If you buy the whole collection I will cover shipping and insurance cost within CONUS (signature will be required, package will be massive). Every single one has its own box/auth card/sticker, except for Hyperfuse which is missing the sticker. No cracked stems. Only a handful were ever mounted. If you're interested in only select caps, feel free to PM me and we can work something out. There's 2 Wonder Woman caps in there. If you buy the whole collection, I will just throw the extra one in for free.
If the collection gets broken up, I will update availability below:
All available as of 1/13/23.
Light & Dark Carbon, Patina, and Laser sold as of 1/18/23. Daruma sold as of 2/9/23. No Face, Totoro, Drac, and Frankenstein sold as of 2/14/23. Bob, Buzz, and Thanos sold as of 2/20/23. Cheshire sold as of 3/3/23.
Please comment before PM and do not use Reddit Chat. If on Mobile, click here to send a PM.
Shipping turnaround time is usually next business day upon receipt of payment barring delays from couriers/work. Will only ship to address on PayPal. Please be sure it's correct!
Willing to ship international. Buyer responsible for any conversion & import/VAT fees. Items will be declared at full value for international sales. Feel free to send a PM if you have any questions/want more info or pictures. Be sure to check my most recent post for up-to-date availability on items!
Thank you for your interest
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2023.03.25 01:43 Buddyjd LR build

Hey guys, I was looking to upgrading my flywoo explorer LR 4" to a naked avatar VTX.
Having some mounting issues with the naked walksnail cause it's 25*25. Could just double side tape it to the carbon? Or would it short? I'm extremely close to weight. Only a gram to spare if I don't want to switch my packs.
I've also considered switching frames. The prop motor combo seems to work really well. Does anyone know if a frame that I can fit 25*25 And still be a 4" LR sub 250 sorta idea. Maybe even one with a better gps sensor position?
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2023.03.25 01:39 GinoBeats It's not goodbye... just I'll see ya later.

Can't remember the last time I didn't drink 3-4 days a week since 2005. Since 2020 it feels like I have drank 6 days a week minimum. Normally I only drink beer, and Keystone piss water at that, but I have been drinking a lot more 7-9.5% beers, sours, IPAs, Stouts, etc. and it isn't affecting me legally, financially, etc. but my body has taken a beating. I normally do a lot of physical activity, but have not been recently. Yet, I am sore in a few spots that only make sense from drinking.
Heard lots of people always talk about drinking to much, and then their liver hurt. Thought it was cause they were always drinking hard alcohol versus the mainly water with 4.2% I was. After this St Patty's day, I had to throw up Sunday night from eating too much "Cowboy Stew" (essentially cooked ground turkey in red gravy). Red gravy itself will make me have to puke if I have to much of it, something about the acid. But, because my dumb ass was also shitfaced, I ended up dry heaving, having to drink water just to throw it back up in 3 minutes. At first I was kind of sore from that on both sides of my stomach. Now it is just the right side.
I know I have drank 20 of the 24 days this month. Took two days off this week, but have noticed that the slight soreness is still kind of there today. Main spot is by my back right hand lat muscle, but on the same side under my rib slightly. I also have a very high pain tolerance. I have broken my hand 4 times and reset it myself 3 times. Never knew it until it bruised and discolored. I also had my wisdom teeth pulled while awake because I do not like anesthesia.
I digress, it makes me nervous it may be worse than I feel. Coming from a family of doctors, and a lot of alcoholics, I think I am going to have to retreat for a bit if I want to live to drink another day. Not tonight obviously, it's Friday. Voodoo Ranger Fruit Force and whatever other beers I have in the house. Get some R&R and then back to it.
Now it makes sense why my family members were fans of coffee and grapefruit juice.
Chairs fuckers!
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2023.03.25 01:38 Vlaedx I Found Undeveloped Film. They Belonged To a Dead Hoarder Part 2

Part 1

“I refuse to step inside the dark room again. Not after what happened a couple of days ago. At least not yet” I thought, while sitting in my room with the events still fresh in my mind. Before I begin telling you what happened since, I just want to thank you all for the advice in my last post. I honestly didn’t know how to approach this situation but with your guys’ help, I had somewhere to start.

It was the day after the incident. I hadn’t told anyone what happened, but I knew I wanted to talk to Felix. I had so many questions for him. He must know something. While I was at work, I was thinking a lot about the old man that used to live in the house. I realized that this entire time, Felix and I just referred to him as “the guy” or “the old man”. I guess I never cared to know his real name.
I thought that if I knew his name, I could just google him and find some information. Coincidentally, as I was driving home from work, my phone rang. Incoming call from Felix. Just seeing his name on the caller ID screen gave me shivers. The incident in the dark room flashed into my mind and I forgot what I planned on saying to him. I answered one handed and spoke, “hey man, what’s up?”
“Hey John, I’m alright. You doing anything today?”
I replied, “um. No not really. Listen, do you remember that film from the box in the boiler room? I know this is gonna sound crazy but-”
“I need some help at my house again bro. Trying to get this done asap and today’s the only day I’ll be able to work on it until next week”. Felix sounded like he was in a hurry. Before replying, I thought that maybe I could explain the situation better in person. I felt like I’d sound like a lunatic over the phone.
“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll be there soon. Before you go, I gotta ask you something”.
“Make it fast cause’ I gotta go, man.”
“What’s the name of the guy that used to live in your house?”
“Uh...” Felix paused for a few seconds, “I can’t remember right now. Just be here in an hour or two”.
“WAIT. Wait. Are you at the house right now?” I asked.
“Yes. Why”.
“Can’t you like, check his mailbox for some old mail or something? It’ll say his name there”.
Felix sighed, “Why do you want to know it so bad?”
“I’ll explain it to you later. It’s a long story. Sorry if I’m interrupting you.”
Felix said, “alright, hold on” followed by a loud thud. It sounded like he dropped something.
A moment passed before Felix spoke again. “Okay his name’s Travis Rice. Gotta go now. Let me know when you’re here”.

I got home and made myself dinner before going to Felix. While I was eating, I searched “Travis Rice Obituary” on google on my phone. I scrolled through a few Travis Rice’s until I found one that was from my town. The first thing I saw was his picture. A smiling old white man with gray hair and a wrinkly face. Then I read his obituary.
“Travis Rice. May 1931- July 2022. Mr. Travis was an outstanding member of his community, and a true American”. After reading the rest, I gathered that Travis served in the U.S military during the Korean War in the 1950’s. He has three daughter’s and two sons. His wife had passed away 4 years ago. He did volunteer work even at an old age and even was a teacher for a while. I won’t lie, I did not expect his obituary to be so positive. This whole time in my head I assumed he was some maniac cult leader who never threw away any of his junk.
Once I finished reading, I noticed that there isn’t a cause of death anywhere. I guess some obituaries can choose not to include that.

I arrived at Felix’s house, and it was almost turning into sunset. The trash container Felix had rented was still outside, but it was nearly empty. I wondered if it would get completely full again. The front door was slightly opened, and I let myself in. I walked around the main floor looking for him. The living room didn’t look too bad now that it was empty.
Once I entered the kitchen, I called Felix’s name. “What! I’m here” he replied as he popped out from behind the old fridge. He scared the sh*t out of me. “Jesus Christ... What are you doing there?” I said with my palm on my chest.
“I’m putting the hand truck behind this old fridge. It has to go. This thing smells like a dead person”. He spoke.
“Well, what if there IS a dead person in there?” I said, “Let’s open it”.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you”, Felix said while placing his hand on the fridge door.
“Why not? I just want to see what our guy Travis kept inside”.
“Alright, but don’t open it until I say”. Felix took his hand off the door and walked to the other side of the house. “Go ahead”. I opened the fridge door slowly and peaked through. No light bulb turned on so I couldn’t see inside. I opened it halfway and an incredibly foul odor hit my nose and I almost threw up. There wasn’t a dead body chopped up into small pieces, but there was a half empty bottle of expired milk, expired steak, cheese, and other stuff that was probably there for at least a year.
As soon as I slammed the door shut Felix started walking back. “Ha! See, I told you I wouldn’t do that. Next time just listen to me. Come on, let’s put this thing outside”.
Felix and I continued to clean the house. I really wanted to explain the dark room incident to him, but the entire time I was thinking, “how do I say this without sounding like I’m insane?” I concluded that there just wasn’t a way to say it without sounding crazy, so I just did it.
“Hold on, Felix. Let’s pause for a minute. I have to tell you something”.
“Okay, what?”
“Remember those two rolls of film that I showed you the last time we were cleaning this house?”
“The ones from the box downstairs?”
“Yeah. Here’s the thing. I really need you to just believe everything I say, okay? Even if it sounds super ridiculous. Everything I am going to tell you is one hundred percent real. I swear I am NOT lying.”
“Okay, okay, John just tell me. Look, I’ll believe it if I believe it-”
“IT’S TRUE... Alright, whatever, I’m just gonna start. So, the day after I found the film, I went to develop it in my university’s dark room. I- I heard and felt something. It wasn’t human. It- it was like some kind of beast-”
“What did it look like?”
“I DON’T KNOW. I was unrolling the film in complete darkness. I didn’t see what it looked like”.
“Why would you do it in the dark, though?” Felix asked. I was getting frustrated because I didn’t feel like explaining the process of developing film.
“BECAUSE- BECAUSE there can’t be any light in the first step, only the rest of the process. I only heard its footsteps. It blew strong blows of air on me anytime I moved. I thought it was going to attack me, but I turned the lights on just in time”.
Felix just stood there looking me dead in the eye, confused as ever. “What the hell are you talking about?” I lowered my head into a face palm and sighed deeply.
“I mean, seriously, what are you on, man? You think you summoned a demon or something?” He said. “So, did you even get to develop the film anyway, or what?”
“No” I said, “I was too freaked out. I just put the film in its canister and left it in a drawer. I swear I’m telling the truth. I just wanted to see if you knew anything about it”.
“Yeah, no, I have no idea what you’re talking about. So, is that it? Are you done with this whole picture's thing?”
I replied, “Well, I don’t want to relive that experience. At the same time though, I really want to know what those pictures look like. If I’m going back to the dark room to finish, I at least want to take someone with me”. We looked at each other for a few seconds.
“...Let me guess, you want me to go with you?” Felix asked. “Yes. I do”. I spoke.
Felix took a breath, “... I mean, I guess since you’re helping me clean this place up I might as well. It’ll have to wait though. I won’t have time until next week”.
“That’s fine” I said, “I can wait”.

Fast forward to Monday. Felix and I agreed to meet in front of my university in the morning. We walked together towards the art department. We went up the elevator and walked down the end of the hall to where the dark room was. Being in front of that room again was so unnerving. I almost didn’t even want to step inside anymore.
Noticing my hesitation, Felix moved past me and entered the dark room, and I followed.
I had my phone flash again as I quickly switched the light on. I did not want it to be dark again. Thankfully, the next steps in developing the film could be done with the lights on. Felix was standing with his arms crossed.
“Alright, so now what?” he asked. I replied, “I have to set up all of the chemicals and then take the canister out of the drawer that I left it in”.
“Don’t you want me to help with anything?” he asked.
“No, you’re mainly here so that I’m not alone”.
I set up the chemicals as it said in my notes. Pre-soak, developer, hypo-clear, Photo-Flo etc. They were all lined up in beakers in the sink. Then, I went to the drawer that I left the canister with film in. It was still there. I brought it over the sink where the chemicals were ready.
“Here goes” I said out loud. Felix moved from the corner of the room to a few feet away from me. I poured the first solution in, agitated the canister for its required time, and then poured it out. I repeated this step for each chemical solution. Nothing bad had happened yet. The lights were on, Felix was watching over me, things were good.
“So how do I get this demon to show up? Should I turn the lights off?” Felix chuckled. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. If only he knew what I experienced that day.
Fast forward now to the last step of the process. I just had to take the film out of the hurricane film washer and put it to dry.
I took it out and unrolled it. As soon as I stretched it out, my eyes went directly onto the film. “FINALLY,” I thought, “I can finally see what these damn PICTURES ARE”. I held the film up to the fluorescent ceiling light and the negatives were visible now. They were tiny, black and white, but I couldn’t tell what the pictures were of.
The negatives on the film were so unrecognizable. After a few seconds of me trying to figure out what I was looking at, I decided I needed to bring out the light box. A light box is a box that shines white light at the top. Film is placed on top of the light box, and it lets you see the pictures clearly.
"Hold this. Don’t touch the strip of negatives, just hold the top part”. I handed Felix the unrolled film while I looked for the light box. I found it in a cabinet and grabbed it. I then set it on a station and plugged it to the wall. I flipped it on, and it shined brightly.
“Okay, let me see the film” I said to Felix.
“What the hell am I supposed to be seeing?” I looked over and saw he was trying to look at the negatives using the same ceiling light I was using.
“Dude, just give it to me so we can see them on the light box”. He handed the film to me. This was it.
I placed the beginning of the film on the light box, and it showed the first few pictures clearly.
FIRST PICTURE: The first picture was taken from the inside of a house. You could see out the window where there is nothing but trees.
SECOND PICTURE: A landscape of a small lake. A bird is hovering over the water.
THIRD PICTURE: A blurry unexposed shot of a stack of books.
Half of the pictures were like this. Just normal boring pictures of random stuff. “You made it seem like we’d see something cool or crazy. These are just boring ass pictures, man,” said Felix.
I was pretty disappointed so far. I almost wanted to just stop and start cleaning up. Until about the sixteenth picture.
SIXTEENTH PICTURE: A picture of a forest. Many tall trees were in the picture plane. The trees in the center were a different shade than the rest. Seems like it was taken at night, and the photographer was using a flashlight.
“Hey, what’s that there?” I whispered. “What?” asked Felix. In picture number sixteen there was a figure in between the trees. It was hard to see but I thought I saw a silhouette of something humanoid.
SEVENTEENTH PICTURE: This picture was similar to the last, except now, that figure was closer to the camera. I could see a more distinct shape. It definitely wasn’t human. It had an animal shape with a long neck.
“What is that? A horse?” said Felix. I started sweating.
EIGHTEENTH PICTURE: Now the creature was CLOSER. It was an animal or beast. I’ve never seen a creature like it before. It showed its side profile. Its body still hidden behind the trees. The creature was about 15 feet away from the camera. We could see its face. The head was shaped like a goat and horse at the same time.
“What is this thing? Do you know what animal that is?” I turned to Felix. He was wide mouthed now. More disturbed and shocked than I was. “Felix?”
“... I uh... I think we should stop looking now,” he said nervously. I was taken aback. Why would we stop now?
“...Are you okay Felix? What’s wrong?”
He didn’t respond. I continued looking.
NINETEENTH PICTURE: The creature was IN THE AIR. The ENTIRE body was visible, and it took up the whole picture plane. It had claws for hands that were stretched out. Its legs had hooves and its body was long. On each side of its body were long blurry blobs. They looked like wings, but its motion was blurred. It had no pupils in its eyes and its mouth was opened disturbingly wide.
“WH- WHAT IS THIS?” I yelled. Before I could keep moving the film to see the next picture, I felt a hard shove and I fell to the ground. Felix was standing over me with a shocked and worried face. He snatched the film off the light box and started crumpling it.
“FELIX WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR. Wha- what are you DOING!” I yelled at him.
“No one was supposed to know...” he said softly while looking at me dead in the eyes.
“...Know what??” I questioned. He started walking toward me. I was freaked out and discomforted and I kept scooting back while on the floor. Felix put his hand on the table nearest to him and picked up a pair of scissors. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING???” I screamed.
He was only a foot away from me before all the lights suddenly went out and it was completely dark. I felt like I had just died but I heard a familiar noise.
“What the hell?” Felix’s voice said in front of me.
“No... God. Please, no,” I thought, with tears in my eyes. The ground started to shake rhythmically.
“WHO'S THERE?” Felix yelled out. I heard things cling and clang as they started to fall to the floor.
I was still sitting on the floor. I looked up. The only thing I saw in the void of black darkness was two red dots.
“JOHN. WHERE THE F*CK ARE YOU”. I heard shuffling. “WHAT THE F*CK?!”
The two red dots went up, then swiftly dragged down and I heard a disturbing *CRUNCH*. Felix let out a blood curdling scream. What followed was a mix of crunching, Felix’s crying and screaming, and more things falling to the floor. All I could see was those two red dots moving violently around the darkness.
And then, Felix stopped screaming. All I could hear was the gnashing of teeth. I thought that I was next. My adrenaline kicked in and I made a dash for the light switch. The floor shook as I ran. Thank the stars, I flipped them on. I looked behind me. There wasn’t anyone with me anymore. Felix was nowhere to be seen. On the floor where he was standing was the crumpled up roll of film.
I stood there in silence for at least a half hour, not knowing what to do. The crumpled up film was in my hand. I uncrumpled the film and put it back on the light box.
NINETEENTH PICTURE: The creature was once again far away from the camera but still in the air.
TWENTIETH PICTURE: A wide shot picture of the forest. Seems like the photographer got out of the forest.
TWENTYFIRST PICTURE: A picture of a house. Likely the same house as the first.
TWENTYSECOND PICTURE: A closer picture of the house. A silhouette was peeking out from the side of the house.
TWENTYTHIRD PICTURE: A zoomed in picture of the silhouette. It’s a person. I can’t see their face.
TWENTYFOURTH PICTURE: A man is standing next to the house. I recognized his face immediately. It was Felix.
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2023.03.25 01:38 t-cents Attending a GOLD game from out-of-town?

Sending out an SOS here! I have been planning a bachelor party for my best friend in Nash for months now and we’re really wanting to see our hometown team, St. Louis, play y’all next Saturday (4/1). I spoke to the box office a month ago, which is when i first learned about the blackout restrictions. It was suggested that I wait to purchase tickets until i was physically in Nashville but I learned today that the restriction is based on credit card billing address (VPN didn’t work). I’m starting to think that there is no way for us to get tickets but this game was one of the main reasons we chose this weekend.
Does anyone know how an out-of-town hockey fan could attend a Preds game with these restrictions? I’ve tried resellers like StubHub and SeatGeek but they’ve all failed. Are we totally SOL here? Any advice is more than welcome, even if it’s to just give up and find a good bar to watch from lol.
Sincerely, A desperate Blues fan
tldr: Are there any available work-arounds to attend a blackout restricted Preds Game as an outsider?
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