So, recently I've started to learn how to play the guitar, about a couple of months and after long hours praticing in a particular day, I was bored and just started strumming random patterns. However, when I played a particular melody, I instantly knew that I've heard that sequence somewhere, but couldn't recognized it. So, as a completely sane human being, I strummed even more random sequences until heard something that felt right! (Yes, idiotic, but it worked) The sequence that felt better were
4th------------2------
5th----0-2-3---0-2
I even showed to my sister, and she felt the same way: familiar, but don't know from where it is. Also, I don't know if the rhythm is the right on, but I played it kinda slow. Nor Shazam or Google recognized it.
Ps: I've recorded the melody but don't know to post it :P

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The PV Hobby Horse, a small cargo ship in the manufacturer’s default medium grey, sat at one end of the docks. Mid-bulk transports took the other occupied slots, while the big ships were loaded by drone on the opposite side of the station.
Sidra Boston, captain of the Hobby Horse and professional bounty hunter, found herself facing a trip back into aslodzhin space to fulfill a promise. The trip was going to cost. Any other species’ space, she’d find someone that needed a small cargo delivered, but not so the aslodzhins. They already had her and her ship registered as a private vehicle for the purpose of bounty hunting, and their rules were as strict and inflexible as their carapace.
On a whim, she checked for any bounties put out by the aslodzhin courts. That she found one surprised her; the fact that the bounty was so low it wouldn’t even cover docking fees didn’t. Still, the skip was reportedly on this station, and it saved her a few credits.
Sidra wandered the station, stopping in the first eatery she encountered. They did a passable burger and fries, but the milkshake tasted like sweetened sludge, and was undrinkable.
She paid for her meal and looked at the warrant again. The hikarin female shouldn’t be difficult to find. Hikarins were tall, often well over two meters, thin, fine-boned, furry, and had six limbs, sometimes walking on four, sometimes on three and sometimes on two. The center two limbs were long and strong enough to act as legs, yet they had grasping feet-hands. This station, in human space, had few hikarins, and even fewer with the rare, orange fur of her bounty.
Finding her quarry was easier than expected. She sat against the wall in the main concourse and held a sign asking for food or assistance to get to Lizshak, a world in aslodzhin space.
Sidra didn’t have any weapons or cuffs on her, but thought she’d give it a try. “Minsahee?” she asked.
The hikarin nodded. Her large eyes were sunken, her fur a matted and dull orange-brown beneath crusted clothes. “Can you help me get home?”
“Minsahee, I have a warrant for your arrest for failure to appear before the aslodzhin court. You can come with me quietly, or I can go back and get my cuffs and shackles and we can do this the hard way.”
Minsahee’s eyes filled with tears. “You mean, you’ll take me to Lizshak?”
“I wasn’t planning on going that far, but I’ll get you to aslodzhin space, Station 47, and the court will take you wherever you’re meant to stand trial.” Sidra extended a hand to help the hikarin to her feet.
She was too weak to walk on two limbs, instead leaning over to walk on four, and even then, her steps were unsteady. Sidra put an arm around her and was surprised at how bony the woman felt under the fur.
“Do you need a doctor?”
Minsahee leaned against Sidra. “No, I’m just tired.”
Sidra didn’t see a need to put the hikarin in the cell built into the cargo bay, and instead offered her a bunk in an unused cabin. “I’m trusting you not to be stupid,” she said. “Remember, I could take you on my worst day and your best, so don’t make me lock you up.”
Minsahee said nothing. Instead, she lay on the bunk, once again on the verge of tears.
Sidra grabbed a meal bar from the pantry and gave it to her with a jug of water. “There’s a washroom right next door if you need it. Once we’re in the hyper lane I’ll have time to answer any questions.”
At least the return trip to aslodzhin space would be quiet. She’d spent the last two weeks with a crippled turgen in the cell, cursing her every minute he was awake, until she finally snapped, “You wouldn’t stop! You threatened to kill the hikarin you’d already hurt, and the aslodzhin officer, and me! How was I to know you can’t walk or stand without the use of your tail, anyway?”
The court was at first reluctant to pay the bounty, given his condition. Once they saw the bodycam footage, though, they relented.
This was a strange one, though. She’d picked up skips in various states of injury or illness, but never one that seemed on the verge of starving to death.
Once they were in the lane, course plotted in, she returned to the cabin Minsahee was using. The door was still open, and the empty wrapper for the meal bar was folded neatly and laid next to the pillow on the bunk. The hikarin had drunk half the water and was sleeping curled up in a ball.
Sidra closed the door and slept in a chair right outside it. It wouldn’t do to have the gal try to sneak to the cockpit and reroute the ship to Lizshak.
When Sidra woke a few hours later, Minsahee was still asleep. She heated up a can of potato-leek soup with ham and filled a bowl for herself. It was just as she started on her meal that Minsahee entered, carrying the half-empty water jug and meal bar wrapper.
Sidra looked up at her. “You hungry?”
Minsahee nodded and Sidra got up and poured the other half can of soup into a bowl, put a spoon in it, and set it on the table opposite herself. She sat back down and nodded at the bowl.
The hikarin got the message and sat to eat. She ate as if it was the last meal she’d ever get. Still, she only managed to eat half of it.
“Thank you, Captain.”
“So, Minsahee, why Lizshak?”
“I have—had a home there. Maybe I can go back to my job after I serve my time.”
“Your warrant didn’t say anything about your crime. You mind telling me?”
“Not a crime, a civil infraction.” Minsahee still held on to the meal bar wrapper until Sidra pointed at the recycler where she finally deposited it.
“What was the infraction, and how much time are you facing?”
“Mandatory three standard days for failure to appear for an appointment to have my signature notarized.”
Sidra’s spoon stopped halfway to her mouth which hung open. She set the spoon back in the bowl. “Say that again?”
“I was closing out a lease, which required a notarized signature. I had an appointment at the court notary but had to leave the day prior for Amherst station where you picked me up.”
“Why is that?”
“My hemi-brother was injured and in intensive care there. He was my only remaining family.”
Sidra sighed. “Was. I take it he didn’t make it?”
Minsahee shook her head. “I spent every credit I had getting there and had no way back.”
“How long were you on Amherst?”
“I don’t know in standard days, but seventy-one human days.”
“Shit.” Sidra went back to eating her soup. “Do you feel a little better with some food in your belly?”
“Yes, Captain. Thank you again.”
“I’m going to lay out a few simple rules on my ship. One: never enter the cockpit unless I tell you to. Two: never cycle an airlock unless I tell you to. Three: Clean up after yourself. That includes putting your leftovers in the fridge over there and finishing them later. I hate waste. Four: if you’re using the washroom, flip the switch just inside the door up, so I know you’re in there, and flip it down when you leave.”
“Yes, Captain, I will do those things.”
“As long as you don’t break the rules, you can call me Sid. Is it okay if I call you Min?”
Minsahee nodded. “Yes, I’d like that.”
Sidra stood up and cleaned up her dishes. “Not rules, but a few helpful things. If you want to wait to eat when I eat, that’s fine, but if you’re hungry, don’t be afraid to come in and feed yourself. Drinking water is available from the labeled tap over there. First aid kit is right there, too, but there’s nothing in there to make me go night-night or get you high. If you need to, feel free to use my shampoo. I take it you haven’t had a good wash in a while, right?”
Minsahee looked down at the table. “Right.”
“Hey, don’t be embarrassed. It’s not your fault. Social Services on Amherst should’ve done something to help.”
As Minsahee put her leftovers in the fridge, Sidra flopped down on the sofa and started up a holo series. She hadn’t been able to pay any attention with her last passenger, so it seemed like a good time to catch up.
She heard the shower start and stop several times. At least she knows how to wash without wasting water, Sidra thought. During quiet parts of the holo she could hear pained grunts and sharp intakes of breath from the cabins.
Sidra paused the holo and went to check on Minsahee. Her door was open, and she was trying to untangle bright orange fur with her fingers. Her clothes lay in a pile beside the bed.
Sidra grabbed a comb and brush from the washroom and tapped on her door. “Would you like some help?”
“I don’t want to be a bother—”
“Nonsense. You can throw those clothes and the bedsheets in the sterilizer and come sit in the galley with me. I’ll work on your back while you work on your front.”
“But I’m naked.”
“So? See anyone else around here?”
Minsahee picked up the clothes and sheets and put them in the machine that Sidra pointed to. It started automatically, and she followed Sidra back to the galley.
“I’m gonna sit on the sofa, just sit on the floor in front of me and I’ll get started on your back.”
Once they’d settled in, Sidra resumed play on the holo and began to comb the mats out of the hikarin’s fur. She was careful not to pull too hard, instead treating it as she did the rescue cat she’d had years before.
“Captain, why would you do this for me?”
“I told you, Min, call me Sid.” She took a deep breath and let it out. “Maybe I just don’t want the court to think I abused you on the way.”
Minsahee shook her head. “That’s not it. You could’ve brought me in exactly as you found me, and they wouldn’t care. So why, Sid?”
“Most of the time my job’s pretty lonely. I guess it’s just nice having a skip that isn’t trying to run, or kill me, or anything of the sort.” She laughed. “You’re the first bounty I’ve ever picked up that wanted to go serve your time.”
“I can’t get work until I do,” she said, “so I should.”
Once Sidra had worked out the mats on Minsahee’s head, back, and upper arms, she handed the comb to her and began to brush out those areas. All the while, the two watched episode after episode of the holo.
They stopped partway through the evening to eat; Minsahee reheating and finishing her soup and Sidra making herself a sandwich. Even though her clothes were clean, Minsahee didn’t rush to dress. When Sidra had finished with the brush, Minsahee took over, brushing her forelimbs and legs, chest, belly, and neck.
As one of the holo episodes ended, Sidra stopped it and stood. “I’m going to shower and go to bed. If you want to keep watching you can, just no spoilers.”
“Spoilers?”
“If you watch more episodes, don’t tell me what happens. I like to find out for myself.”
“I think I’m just going to finish brushing out my legs, and then go to sleep myself. I’m not ready to put clothes on with how good my fur feels right now. Besides, I think the show’s more enjoyable with a friend.”
Sidra nodded and left the galley. A friend, she thought, is that how she sees me? The sterilizer was on the way to the cabins, so she pulled out the sheets and clothes, made up Minsahee’s bed, and laid her folded clothes in the center of it. The four-sleeved top had a large rip on one of the lower sleeves, but Sidra didn’t have any way to repair it.
She stepped into the shower, wet herself down, scrubbed, and rinsed quickly. She walked out carrying her clothes and wrapped in a towel. Minsahee waited for her just inside the door of her cabin. “Thank you again, ca—Sid.”
“Get some sleep, Min.” Sidra dropped her clothes and the towel in the sterilizer on her way by and lay down to sleep in her own cabin. She knew for sure now that Minsahee wasn’t going to sneak onto the bridge or try to strangle her in her sleep.
The next morning, Sidra pulled the treasure she’d picked up on Amherst out of the pantry. Two real potatoes. She’d planned on gorging on home fries, but since she had company, she’d share. Shit, she thought, company? I thought I was hauling a skip.
As she finished chopping the potatoes, she answered herself aloud, “No, she’s a good woman. She just missed an appointment, we all do. It’s the bugs that are the baddies here.”
“Did you say something?”
Sidra jumped, knocking the knife off the counter. It landed on her foot, leaving a long gash. “Ow, shit!”
“Lay down and elevate your foot,” Minsahee said with more force than Sidra thought her capable of. She pulled the first-aid kit off the wall and dropped down next to Sidra. In a matter of seconds, she’d cleaned the wound, and begun pulling out the suture kit. “I’m sorry, Captain, it’s deep and it needs stitches.”
“What was your job?” Sidra asked.
“Second-rank-emergency-trauma-physician-first-class,” she answered, as she sprayed a numbing agent on the injury.
“Aslodzhin titles. That would be like, what, an ER doctor in human space?”
“Similar,” she said, while stitching up Sidra’s foot. “The only things we don’t do are those we pass off to surgeons or specialists.”
Within a matter of minutes, Sidra’s foot was stitched and bandaged, and Minsahee helped her to the sofa where she could lie down and elevate her foot. Only after she was settled did she notice that besides tending her wound, Minsahee had cleaned up the blood, tidied up the suture and bandage packages, and repacked the first aid kit.
“Thanks, Min. Or I guess I should say Doctor Minsahee.”
“There’s no need for that. But I will have to take care of you for a few days. You need to stay off that foot as much as possible.”
“Ugh.”
“What were you preparing to cook?”
“I was going to make us some home fries. The potatoes are chopped and ready.”
“I don’t know what home fries or potatoes are, but if you talk me through it, I can make it for you.”
As Sidra lay on the sofa, eating home fries, she looked at the hikarin woman seated in the chair across from her, savoring them, taking her time.
“You know, Min, I think these may be the best home fries I’ve ever had. I don’t know whether it’s the potatoes, the cook, or the company.”
“Like I said, everything’s better with a friend.”
“We’ll have to do this again.”
“When I finish my time?”
“That sounds like a plan. I can hang around and wait a few days for you. Maybe even find some potatoes there on the station…wouldn’t that be something?”
Minsahee cleaned up the mess in the galley and made sure Sidra had water close to hand. “I’ll go make sure the cabins and washroom are clean. If you need anything, call.”
“They’re clean enough. Let’s watch some more of this series.” The next episode started, and Sidra looked at her foot, then at the hikarin woman curled up on the floor watching with her. She’d always worked alone, but maybe she could do with a doctor on board…or even a friend.
Reedsy prompt: Write about two people striking up an unlikely friendship.
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I'm 17 just graduated high school. I have been accepted to every college I applied to but now I need a loan and I can't get one cause I'm only 17.
Where can I get a loan? I have no family that can co-sign. My mother is in a coma and has been for the past 13 years. My father is not around. I just need information on where to apply for a loan. Any ideas???? Help please!!

LAST EXILE

Episode 25 Quiet Move

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Discussion Prompts

Permanent Question: Meaning of the episode title?
Q 1) You guessed it. Dio Question. Dio seems to be back to his usual self. Is he going to help or hinder Claus, or do his own thing? Q 2) WTF was going on in Disith? Q 3) What is Delphine's ultimate goal from all of this? Q 4) Do you appreciate the break in the action, or was this episode filler?
Tomorrow's Questions Today:
Q 0) A lot happened in this episode. Thoughts on...everything? [Q 1)]Thoughts on Wina's mercy, to lie to Sophia? [Q 2)]Final thoughts on Alex? Looks like his revenge plan worked. [Q 3)]Dio started as a comedic character, and died a tragic death. An incredibly non-typical path for a character we've spent so much time with. Thoughts? [Q 4)]How angry does the death flag bait and switch make you?
A separate thread for the series summation will be posted when /anime returns from blackout

My google/YouTube searching yielded nothing but I don't always catch every episode of all their content.
Does anyone know if they've discussed this show or mentioned it? Or should I maybe pose it as a question for an upcoming episode?

Episode 2:
Me: “Lightning cost us the challenge today, simple as that.”
Episode 3:
Me: “I’m voting off Heather before this team becomes one huge double date in a can. Well… except for me and Scott. He’s not really my type and I doubt he’s gay.”
Episode 6:
Me: “Oh this is going to be so satisfying. I vote for Alejandro.”
Episode 7:
Me: “I wanted to eliminate either Duncan or Sierra, but Cameron made the decision easier when he told us Sierra showed him a picture of Cody… in the SHOWER!”
Episode 8:
Me: “Since this island is basically populated with members of the heroes team and yes I’m including Gwen, I feel it’s best to get rid of Cameron, and after what he did to Scott, I’m sure he and Courtney will do the same.”
Episode 10:
Me: “Alejandro is useless to me at the end of the day. Besides, I enjoy seeing him so helpless for once. Hmhmhmhmhmhm.”
Episode 11:
Me: “Courtney’s little chart proved today that even Scott has more trustworthy bones in his body. Who else would I vote off?”
Like last time, it comes down to me and Scott on who will be brought to the finale with Zoey and Mal.

For me, look no further than "The Fugitive".
That song is absolutely a gem musically. I love the whole intro bit with the the drums and then the guitar interplay with the driving bass. After that, the arpeggiating thing before the vocals enter is honestly probably one of my favorite moments on all of FotD.
The solo part is also pristine, with the re-introduction of the intro bit with the series of bends and the riff in the background when Dave hits his solo.... ugh *chefs kiss*.
Its such a shame the lyrics on that song drag it from what would be an easy 8-9/10 to around a 5-10 at best. I find them to be incredibly boring and generic.... "I am the fugitive!, being hunted down like game..., I've got to clear my name..." gah it makes me cringe just thinking about it. "The Assassin" from the previous album was similarly bad lyrically, but it also had that "so-bad-its-good" nature about it where its so cheesy yet almost endearing.
The Fugitive is just downright terrible in comparison.... has nothing going for it.
So... what are your opinions?

What are your typical solutions?
I’ll be traveling to visit family for a few weeks and was thinking of a few options.

1. Rent a guitar and practice amp for the duration from a local shop
   
2. Buy a cheap guitar and give it to my niece when i leave. (9 so might be too young) can use it when visiting. (Not that often tbh)
   
3. Travel w my guitar (this sounds like a headache)
   
4. Just enjoy my time off its only 2 weeks.
   

What do you guys do?

sorry i post a lot. what are those super tiny signs for you? more of mine are saying good morning to every customer in the drive through and also i start getting super empathetic towards insects and animals ( i feel so bad killing a fly because imagine you’re just living like and ur dead the next second:( ) and also when i’m stable i don’t have energy to do anything thus not being medicated for the mania so happily listening to music and ORGANIZING!! i don’t like cleaning but organizing is soooo so fun to me. when i start getting the urge to organize my adhd piles of stuff ik something’s up 😂 also weirdly enough i can tell because my brain starts going ur gonna get into an episode i love yall i hope you’re having a great day/evening:))

So I just found out these two groups come to Spain in October 2023 and my fucking god I could not be more excited. Just today I was listening to "Crumble" by Spite and I was thinking to myself "sheesh, I wish I could experience this breakdown live, if only my country didn't get skipped in many of the tours cool bands do..." (Yes I know about Resurrection Fest, I just happen to live far away from where they celebrate the festival, and I currently can't afford the trip).
I've been craving a metal concert ever since I went to my first one with BMTH earlier this year. I am not a party person but that was just a blast and I can not wait to experience again the guitar riffs piercing through my chest.
My only question at this point to further increase my excitement is: are these groups fun to see live?
Sorry if this post was me just fanboying all over the place, I literally just found out about this 10 minutes ago and am over the moon

I’m currently in a conflict with my parents, and I’m not really sure how to move forward.
My parents moved back to my state after a 16 year absence this year. It’s been pretty great to have them back, and we’ve all been enjoying more family time together. I took their move pretty hard as a teen, as my biological Mom was an alcoholic who wasn’t in a good place, and she had primary custody. Our relationship has always been a little conditional on their part, but overall we recovered in my twenties and became close.
I’m currently pregnant with my second child. I have a one year old who was born in a traumatic way after a lengthy hospitalization due to severe pre-eclampsia. My husband and I knew that it was possible for me to have a reoccurrence of this medical issue during this pregnancy, so early on we talked with my parents about being available to watch our daughter in an emergent situation. They assured me that they’d make themselves available.
Unfortunately, I was diagnosed with pre-eclampsia two days ago. After diagnosis I sent a text out to our immediate family letting them know what the situation was medically, that we expect to deliver prematurely, and at this juncture the goal is just to get to 34 weeks gestation for delivery. We asked everyone to please reply if contacted in the middle of the night as any midnight contact meant that we were trying to find a safe place to have our daughter stay the night if our first contact (my parents) aren’t available or picking up the phone.
My Mom called me today while she was riding shot-gun with my Dad. She told me she could only offer Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays for overnight stays because of the health of their dog. They have a 9lb Maltese dog who is 14 years old and in end-stage heart failure. She explained that the dog has to be walked several times a day, and she just doesn’t think that she’ll be able to carry the dog and push my daughter in the stroller. “What if it rains?” she said, “How will I carry the umbrella, the dog, and push a stroller?” My Mom said that my Dad couldn’t call off of work to help with my daughter because he’s in his first year with the new company, but dude is a chemist with 35 years of experience and a great work history. He’s not exactly on the chopping block, and calling out of work because your kid is having life threatening pregnancy complications sounds like a pretty good reason.
I tried to keep my cool, but it was a struggle. I am facing potential literal life and death situation, and my parents’ primary concern is their Maltese and my Dad’s PTO. I didn’t pretend to be understanding, and I accused them of having out of wack priorities and being shitty parents.
Fortunately my father-in-law has volunteered to make himself available at any hour in the event of an emergency and will be bringing his elderly dog to our house so our daughter can be comfortable in her own home while I’m hospitalized. The child care issue is solved now, but my husband is angry and is advocating for cutting my parents off and going no contact. I’m really conflicted because I sincerely believed that further discussion with my parents isn’t going to produce a more constructive conversation, and it’s going to further damage our relationship. I’m not a fan of cutting people out, but I do see my husband’s point of view.
Thoughts?
TL;DR I could die of pre-eclampsia and my parents are prioritizing their dog over my daughter.

yesterday i had a driving lesson, and had a short dissociative episode.
the thing is, the episode was just before i entered a roundabout and instead of slowing down i sped up. i almost crushed into a car and/ or a railing.
if my driving instructor wasn't with me, i would've most likely died or badly injured.
isn't it silly?

To begin: Im part of a local "small boat club" as we call it in Denmark, a club of people with everything from ocean kayak, to 30 foot boats.
We aim for sea trout, cod and 4 kinds of flat fish? Like halibut but way smaller, up to the size of a dinner plate.
So its very casual, small sponsors, older segment(40+ mostly) and just a good time. My father and i have participated for 10+ years and are locals + he is a guide here as well, so we often do very well.
This year i said if we dont win, then i would jump into the still, semi cold water at the docks(12 celcious ca) and im a terrible swimmer(floating device was prepared on my own request, just in case).
Well, we barely caught anything and it was always 10-20% short of minimum length for take. So we lost. Hard 😅 i kept my word to much enjoyment, because there were also a lot of tourists who didnt know what was going on - queue me belly flopping 👌
I will now make this a bet every time we have a little tourney :) But it was a great day, my best friend joined us for his 2nd year and have never fished before and im so proud of how well he did.
Whats your story?

There's a lot going on with my wedding planning, so please don't mind me posting so many questions at once .
As I've mentioned in my previous post, my father decided to go no contact with me after being unhappy about my choice to not have a religious ceremony at my wedding. He told me frankly, that he doesn't want anything to do with me. He raised me better and he is truly disappointed with my choice of lifestyle.
My father never used to be so "religious" until his stroke. Ever since his stroke and fights with his siblings over his fathers ( my grandfathers ) inheritance. He has has become very bitter and found solace in religion. He also uses it to manipulate me . He is paralysed partly and I think he tries to manipulate me mentally to still feel like he has control over someone. I used to go along with it , pretending to be religious just to appease him. But as the wedding is getting closer , I realise that I really don't identify with that life anymore. I am more of a free spirit and believe that we can connect with a higher being without religious doctrine. ( please guys I don't want to get Into a discussion regarding that) My husband is atheist, almost agnostic. And my father demanded that he converts before the wedding. My husband out of love for me would have done it just to appease my father but IThought why? Who is my father to make such demands? He hasn't been a great dad or husband ( now ex husband ) to my mother himself. Who is he to make such demands on grown people? I've been paying his medical bills for a while, it honestly angers me how he has the audacity to judge me for not being religious, when his own family couldn't care less about his well being , when it came to paying anyways..
So yeah, he decided to not take part, he wants nothing to do with the wedding. Any ideas , thoughts on who should walk me down the isle instead? Would it be strange if I walked alone? Any alternatives ?

Diggy Goes To Brit Floyd
Hey Mohawk!
You sexy beast, I hope my perfume remains on this letter, BTW i hate Axe body spray take a shower, i would help you there... and dump that shitty spray too. well, imma still diggin on your a sexy beasty boy. Lol, woosh! The concert was funny just watch you head bang your purple skull! I never heard of Pink, what the hell was the part were, he stayed back at hotel? I have to admit Mow, that the Moms Attic was more fun, and the Ferris wheel too. It meant more to me. Like fuck dude, a bunch of old farts singing the same old tunes, I sorry I feel asleep. I would rather see any Grunge or even TLC concert. They are just so fucking hot.
Swoosh ha-ha! Then Salt N Peppa "Push It" makes my nipples hard! I saw this Homie This Girl online was rappin fool on Tic Toc better than a clock she was so hot, and a good poet too. Well, I would tolerate that old geezer talking about Heavenly Father for three God Damn hours, the sex we did was goood, while he was moaning louder than us both about the lord! Fucker, well it helped me think that Grandpa was watching. My orgasmic climax was quite heavenly!
Mow what we did was better than the lord, you had such fierce tenacity! Hell, then the Wemple Square tour was more interesting than "Red Rocks." old geezers well the Hippie was kind of hot. Your sexy boo, I gosta go to my work at the drive through! I love my regulars there, they tip me; I own my Mac People swoosh! Ha. Oh, my grill boy got promoted I'm so proud of him! His name is Tont, Tony, Tony and he's done again! Now puttin down the special sauce lettuce and cheeses! And he is doin, doin it well too. Ha, I love you, I love you, I love you! greater than a gazillion is that a real number?
Diggy,
P.S. Don't wear that old fucking hole filled "The Wall" shirt. For the love of
Gesus H Christ Smoochy to you, from your boo. 😎😍

So I recently started watching the walking dead a few days ago from this site. For some reason the audio on some episodes doesn't work at all on my phone, but they work perfectly fine on my pc. I really can't understand why this is happening. Does anyone have the same problem?

Ive been with my bipolar 1 boyfriend for about 2 years now. He has always been extremely affectionate and loving towards me even when he is having an episode. He mostly has manic episodes and I’ve seen him in psychosis a couple times. The past couple of days he has been extremely hostile and mean to me. He has called me every name in the book and i just had to leave our apartment and im sitting in a park because i emotionally can’t handle this hostility. I don’t know what the hell to do?? Usually i just call his parents when he is too manic and he will go to the hospital but he does not seem manic at all. He is sleeping 24/7. I try to smooth things over but then he will start yelling and call me names and say i am annoying. He went without his medication for a week but just got back on it a couple of days ago, could that cause this? The medication he has been on worked wonders in the past so i am confused. What is the right thing for me to do? I need help :(

What does this sound like?
Ever since I was a kid (maybe 12), I have gotten these episodes of strange perception (usually when relaxing and things are mostly still/quiet) when suddenly sounds feel louder. The voice in my head changes pitch up and down, and everything has a roaring sound/feeling. It kind of fades in and out and, in all, lasts about 10 minutes. Everything audible, even the sound of my own breathing, becomes kind of jarring. Is this familiar to anyone? It’s hard to describe, but I can’t find any info about it