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2023.06.10 19:36 bby-bae The poetry and greater meaning of who sent the catspaw (SPOILERS EXTENDED)
I originally wrote this as a response to a question about why Joffery would have sent the catspaw, but i found myself writing so much I am making my own post. I believe that Joffery sending the catspaw to kill Bran has meaningful and poetic weight, and that it is much more meaningful in the larger story than if it were something as direct as Cersei, for example, even though the "logic" for Cersei is more straightforward.
Joffery sending the catspaw after Bran has meaningful weight, because Joffery doesn’t have motive, it’s just his interpretation of what Robert wanted, because Robert, really, was so callous of a person that he would that way about the death of even his dear friend. It’s poetic because even though Joffery did the actual act of hiring the catspaw, it really was Robert’s doing — yet another way that a misunderstood idea in a terrible father-son relationship can turn into a conflict that ruins the realm, and yet another way in which the Westerosi culture of strength brings its own ruin.
Also, it has poetic importance to Jon’s fate, and why Ned had to hide Jon for so long. Joffery is just responding to Robert’s attitude, which is that killing a child might be the better thing to. We see this in regards to the Targaryens in the Ned/Robert conflict over killing the child Daenerys — which is really an analogue for Ned standing up for Jon’s right to live. However, even after the idea that Robert would gladly kill a child Targaryen heir, the counter-argument stands: “but Robert wouldn’t kill Jon, surely, now that he’s been raised as Ned’s own son all these years …” Well, the revelation about the catspaw proves otherwise — Robert was talking about how the death of Ned’s younger and actual child would be a greater good for the child, so imagine how unsympathetic he would be about a child that isn’t even Ned’s, and whose death might be a greater good for the whole realm?
As for the importance of it being Joffery — Joffery isn’t “just crazy”, like how the showruins him makes him look. Robert at least he has the understanding necessary to know that, even if he believes that Bran would be better off dead, it would be a terrible and a stupid thing to do, but Joffery simply doesn’t have that understanding. Joffery doesn’t end up the way he does from him being “crazy”, his personality results from him being raised by Cersei, who was raised by Tywin, and how Cersei wants to raise another Tywin without understanding what makes Tywin a powerful ruler. Note that Kevan and Jaime both fear that if Cersei got her hands on Tommen, now, he could end up like Joffery too — because it’s not his innate nature, it’s his upbringing. And this is not as clear on a first read, but once we get an insight into Cersei’s mind in AFFC, we see how one-dimensional her interpretation of power is, and it explains all of her behaviors, as well as Joffery’s.
The shadow of Tywin’s strength looms over the entire Lannister clan, but none of his children, each living in that shadow, learn how to emulate his successes. As one example, Tyrion comes close, learning how to make allies and talk his way into advantageous situations, but all of his successes in AGOT and ACOK are proven hollow by his fall in ASOS: all the times that Tyrion thought he was being a strategist, he was often just paying people off with money that was, really, Tywin’s. So we see the ultimate consequence of that empty power and inability to emulate Tywin’s actual strength when, on Tyrion’s fall, when he has no more money and influence and therefore no more allies, we get the entire scenario as sexual metaphor — all of Tyrion’s power was just borrowed from Tywin, and, in the end, that is stripped away: Tywin gets his due and sleeps with Shae, the symbol of Tyrion’s empty influence.
Cersei learns a different lesson from Tywin: that of fear and brute force. She spends the entirety of AFFC wondering why her brutality isn’t met with the appropriate fear. She creates increasingly brutal scenarios in her attempts to inspire fear, because she believes that Tywin’s strength was entirely through things like Castamere, and that the path to respect is fear. When she doesn’t get respect, she concludes that the issue is her lack of manhood, and so she tries to enact her brutal will through Jaime, who can operate in a man’s space, and who she sees as her duplicate — and, formerly, she had Joffery to do this with, as well, and Joffery to mold entirely to her intended image.
That’s not to say that I think Cersei had anything to do with the catspaw directly, I don’t think she told Joffery to do anything or even knew about it, but Joffery’s doing is the result of years of her passive influence that Joffery behaves the way he does. He’s been told for years by his mother that his success as king will depend on people fearing him, and through acts of violence. You see this play out repeatedly — through his abuse of Sansa, his punitive acts in situations like with Ser Dontos — and with his beheading of Ned, because Joffery has been raised to think that you need to kill to command respect. Cersei has at least the political acumen to not actually kill Bran, and she later chastises Jaime for even throwing him out the window, but consider the repeatedly warping that each generation experiences: we get to see how poorly Cersei interprets the qualities of Tywin, so imagine how twisted Joffery's understanding of these lessons is, a third generation down, already bent by his mother's misinterpretations. Of course, Tywin isn't the start, either — he perceived his own father's amiability as weakness, and has spent his whole life becoming violent and hard because of his own personal misinterpretations of what kinds of strength are valuable.
But here’s where it goes back to Robert: because it’s not just Cersei that sends Joffery the message that power comes through force, fear and killing. Force, and killing, may not be all Robert does anymore, but it’s all Robert thinks he’s good at. Moreover, it’s the entirety of Robert’s legacy: Robert did win his throne through killing Rhaegar at the Trident, and that specific legacy and image is what Robert is most remembered for. So, in this way, Joffery’s actions make perfect sense — he’s being told by history that killing wins power, he’s being told by his mother that killing wins power, and then here we have another instance where the great and powerful Robert — or, more personally, dad — suggests another killing. Because Joffery understands only that killing wins power, and lacks all the nuance of politics that Cersei lacks and more, it follows that when his father suggests it, he acts.
Of course, even this is part of a larger cultural issue, one that we see in Randyll Tarly, and Tywin, and the Cleganes, and the Ironborn, and countless others across Westeros and the world of ASOIAF — that the weak are doomed to die, while the strong (and male) prevail. It's reflected in Sansa's momentary disappointment in being betrothed to the lame Willas Tyrell over any other, even as it is her best escape out of King's Landing. Even Bran, without the use of his legs, cannot escape the shadow of this culture, as through his whole journey north he believes that at the end will be a wizard who will fix his legs and allow him to become a knight after all. So, ultimately, even Robert’s suggestion is just a product of this cultural failing, and it is a perfect irony that it is this exact cultural failing which begins the war that starts to destroy Westeros. Without the notion that a seven-year-old boy is expendable, and perhaps better off dead, the Catelyn would not have captured Tyrion and the war may yet have been put off (although not forever, because the Tywin’s murder of Elia’s children, a mirror of Robert’s willingness to murder children, is creates it own boiling problems).
Ultimately, it’s important that it’s Joffery because it’s yet another instance of ASOIAF’s fraught parent-child relationships, and because in that way, it’s really both Robert’s doing, and in a more abstract way, it is the entirety of Westerosi culture’s doing. Considering the comparisons to Tywin, it’s notable that Robert’s suggestion to kill Bran is, honestly, more direct than Tywin’s suggestion to kill Aegon V and Rhaenys — and Tywin’s hand in that is enough to earn the ire of Oberyn and the Martells for nearly two decades.
Really, I'm barely scratching the surface of all of the implications of this; I'm sure there is plenty more to be said about examining the numerous other parent-child legacies and misinterpretations of will throughout ASOIAF and how they mirror the influence of Cersei's and of Robert's will being interpreted by Joffery to kill Bran, but that's too much for even me to dive into here.
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Joffery sending the catspaw after Bran has meaningful weight, because Joffery doesn’t have motive, it’s just his interpretation of what Robert wanted, because Robert, really, was so callous of a person that he would that way about the death of even his dear friend. It’s poetic because even though Joffery did the actual act of hiring the catspaw, it really was Robert’s doing — yet another way that a misunderstood idea in a terrible father-son relationship can turn into a conflict that ruins the realm, and yet another way in which the Westerosi culture of strength brings its own ruin.
Also, it has poetic importance to Jon’s fate, and why Ned had to hide Jon for so long. Joffery is just responding to Robert’s attitude, which is that killing a child might be the better thing to. We see this in regards to the Targaryens in the Ned/Robert conflict over killing the child Daenerys — which is really an analogue for Ned standing up for Jon’s right to live. However, even after the idea that Robert would gladly kill a child Targaryen heir, the counter-argument stands: “but Robert wouldn’t kill Jon, surely, now that he’s been raised as Ned’s own son all these years …” Well, the revelation about the catspaw proves otherwise — Robert was talking about how the death of Ned’s younger and actual child would be a greater good for the child, so imagine how unsympathetic he would be about a child that isn’t even Ned’s, and whose death might be a greater good for the whole realm?
As for the importance of it being Joffery — Joffery isn’t “just crazy”, like how the show
The shadow of Tywin’s strength looms over the entire Lannister clan, but none of his children, each living in that shadow, learn how to emulate his successes. As one example, Tyrion comes close, learning how to make allies and talk his way into advantageous situations, but all of his successes in AGOT and ACOK are proven hollow by his fall in ASOS: all the times that Tyrion thought he was being a strategist, he was often just paying people off with money that was, really, Tywin’s. So we see the ultimate consequence of that empty power and inability to emulate Tywin’s actual strength when, on Tyrion’s fall, when he has no more money and influence and therefore no more allies, we get the entire scenario as sexual metaphor — all of Tyrion’s power was just borrowed from Tywin, and, in the end, that is stripped away: Tywin gets his due and sleeps with Shae, the symbol of Tyrion’s empty influence.
Cersei learns a different lesson from Tywin: that of fear and brute force. She spends the entirety of AFFC wondering why her brutality isn’t met with the appropriate fear. She creates increasingly brutal scenarios in her attempts to inspire fear, because she believes that Tywin’s strength was entirely through things like Castamere, and that the path to respect is fear. When she doesn’t get respect, she concludes that the issue is her lack of manhood, and so she tries to enact her brutal will through Jaime, who can operate in a man’s space, and who she sees as her duplicate — and, formerly, she had Joffery to do this with, as well, and Joffery to mold entirely to her intended image.
That’s not to say that I think Cersei had anything to do with the catspaw directly, I don’t think she told Joffery to do anything or even knew about it, but Joffery’s doing is the result of years of her passive influence that Joffery behaves the way he does. He’s been told for years by his mother that his success as king will depend on people fearing him, and through acts of violence. You see this play out repeatedly — through his abuse of Sansa, his punitive acts in situations like with Ser Dontos — and with his beheading of Ned, because Joffery has been raised to think that you need to kill to command respect. Cersei has at least the political acumen to not actually kill Bran, and she later chastises Jaime for even throwing him out the window, but consider the repeatedly warping that each generation experiences: we get to see how poorly Cersei interprets the qualities of Tywin, so imagine how twisted Joffery's understanding of these lessons is, a third generation down, already bent by his mother's misinterpretations. Of course, Tywin isn't the start, either — he perceived his own father's amiability as weakness, and has spent his whole life becoming violent and hard because of his own personal misinterpretations of what kinds of strength are valuable.
But here’s where it goes back to Robert: because it’s not just Cersei that sends Joffery the message that power comes through force, fear and killing. Force, and killing, may not be all Robert does anymore, but it’s all Robert thinks he’s good at. Moreover, it’s the entirety of Robert’s legacy: Robert did win his throne through killing Rhaegar at the Trident, and that specific legacy and image is what Robert is most remembered for. So, in this way, Joffery’s actions make perfect sense — he’s being told by history that killing wins power, he’s being told by his mother that killing wins power, and then here we have another instance where the great and powerful Robert — or, more personally, dad — suggests another killing. Because Joffery understands only that killing wins power, and lacks all the nuance of politics that Cersei lacks and more, it follows that when his father suggests it, he acts.
Of course, even this is part of a larger cultural issue, one that we see in Randyll Tarly, and Tywin, and the Cleganes, and the Ironborn, and countless others across Westeros and the world of ASOIAF — that the weak are doomed to die, while the strong (and male) prevail. It's reflected in Sansa's momentary disappointment in being betrothed to the lame Willas Tyrell over any other, even as it is her best escape out of King's Landing. Even Bran, without the use of his legs, cannot escape the shadow of this culture, as through his whole journey north he believes that at the end will be a wizard who will fix his legs and allow him to become a knight after all. So, ultimately, even Robert’s suggestion is just a product of this cultural failing, and it is a perfect irony that it is this exact cultural failing which begins the war that starts to destroy Westeros. Without the notion that a seven-year-old boy is expendable, and perhaps better off dead, the Catelyn would not have captured Tyrion and the war may yet have been put off (although not forever, because the Tywin’s murder of Elia’s children, a mirror of Robert’s willingness to murder children, is creates it own boiling problems).
Ultimately, it’s important that it’s Joffery because it’s yet another instance of ASOIAF’s fraught parent-child relationships, and because in that way, it’s really both Robert’s doing, and in a more abstract way, it is the entirety of Westerosi culture’s doing. Considering the comparisons to Tywin, it’s notable that Robert’s suggestion to kill Bran is, honestly, more direct than Tywin’s suggestion to kill Aegon V and Rhaenys — and Tywin’s hand in that is enough to earn the ire of Oberyn and the Martells for nearly two decades.
Really, I'm barely scratching the surface of all of the implications of this; I'm sure there is plenty more to be said about examining the numerous other parent-child legacies and misinterpretations of will throughout ASOIAF and how they mirror the influence of Cersei's and of Robert's will being interpreted by Joffery to kill Bran, but that's too much for even me to dive into here.
2023.06.10 19:35 DamnThatsInsaneLol Interesting Mel Gibson interview in 1998 talking about “the social contract” & secrets of “weird town” Hollywood.
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2023.06.10 19:35 Unsponsoredbitch Wich actor/actress would you like to see in Tarantino's "last movie"?
My dream is Tom Cruise. I imagine Tom Cruise as Cliff Booth since the day i've saw Once Upon A Time In Hollywood on the movies. Even Kurt Russel role in Death Proof would suite Tom. Tarantino could easily make a character for him. But i think those two egos can't work together.
Besides Tom, Ryan Gosling would be good in a movie with funny dialogues such as Jackie Brown.
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Besides Tom, Ryan Gosling would be good in a movie with funny dialogues such as Jackie Brown.
2023.06.10 19:34 tulpacat1 To Kill a Predator, Finale
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Memory transcription subject: Martin Russo, Human Refugee
Date [standardized human time]: January 10th, 2137
Without the girls, life settles into a boring rut. I talk to them as much as I can on the pad, but they’re busy on Earth, hitting the ground running.
There’s been a lot of ground to cover before they’re caught up to where everyone else will be, particularly for Vilek. She’s often had to pull double-claws of studying, working her fluffy ass off to gain a baseline understanding of psychology in record time. Thiva’s classes on VP by contrast have prepared her well for humanity’s relatively simple technology.
That, and they’ve had to get used to Earth. Earth food, Earth culture, and a planet full of omnivores with forward-facing eyes. I’ve been doing what little I can to help coach and encourage them.
For my own part I’ve been restless. Given that I’m not able to look for a job yet, that physical therapy kicks my ass every other paw, and that I’ve got nothing to do other than look forward to a half-hour of chatting with my friends… I’ve started up on software again. It’s something I can do even while laying prone. Particularly since I have a way to write without using my hands.
What do I do with that, anyway? I can read minds. I can even use the raw data from a full brain scan to extract memories. There’s got to be something useful to do with this. It’s practically the only part of this entire debacle I haven’t bothered telling the UN about.
Honestly after what I’ve been through, I can’t imagine trusting them, or the Venlil government, with this. Bastards would be prosecuting thought-crime by the end of the week.
Jarkim’s opened his business a couple of weeks back. Without an actual office, since he plans to simply operate out of Slavik’s farm. As I understand they tolerate it as long as he also helps out in return for food and board. I hope the arrangement works out for the both of them.
I gave Jarkim some help with his online presence. He wasn’t initially sure about the black and white picture of him in a fedora and a tie, or about the business name “Jarkim Krakotl, Private Eye”. But as soon as humans heard about Venlil Prime’s only Krakotl detective they’ve ended up coming to him with their problems.
He sent me a picture of his first solved case, some runaway kid who got lost and reunited with her mother. He was still wearing the hat. No tie, though.
Today is my paw off from Chasa’s torments, and it coincides with the launch of another exciting new business venture. So I take the time to visit Mosun.
“Hey Martin! Hold on a minute!” I see the Yotul wrangling a bunch of foam mats around the large, empty room. And its wall-length mirror. Fittingly the place look like the midway point between a dance studio and a martial arts dojo, except for the soft and spongy floor. It’s meant to safeguard against falls.
I glance around the room while he huffs and plops the last few ones down. There’s perhaps thirty-five or forty foam mats scattered on the floor. “So are you being optimistic, or did you get a good reception?”
He looks at me, bouncing with excitement. Though his ears signal a bit of nervousness. “Five Yotul have signed up so far! That’s almost half the Yotul in the entire town! And almost twenty humans! Hanya’s bringing a couple of Gojid friends too, and we’ve got a few Venlil coming along with their humans… Oh, and an Iftali, that was a surprise. Honestly I may be a little in over my head here; I’ve never taught crowds before! I’m not even sure how much will translate across species!”
“So you’ll be learning on the job. I have complete faith in you. Are the Exterminators going to give you any trouble?”
He barks a laugh. “Hah! No, Jarkim had a talk with the magister. I got permission from Vaska’s office to teach the classes in the name of cultural preservation, so those motherfuckers can’t touch me!”
I laugh as well. “You might need to censor your language a bit as a teacher.”
“Combat Dancing is about honesty and expression, Martin. If I can’t live it, how am I supposed to teach it?”
Well, he got me there. “Anything I can do to help?”
He glances at me, his voice gets a little uncomfortable. “Um, I don’t know. Can you carry heavy stuff right now?”
I shrug. “Probably not, no.”
“Then I’ll be fine. You’re not interested in taking the class?”
“I think my dancing days are over, for the foreseeable future.” I wryly lift my cane and wave it as a small reminder. It’s wood, and I’m quite fond of it. Chasa found a Venlil craftsman who wanted to be the first to make one for a human, and he made it out of the wood of some kind of tree called Lampan. The color reminds me of mahogany.
His ears droop a bit. “Ah yeah. How permanent is that looking?”
I shrug. “Finger dexterity on the right hand’s likely never going to be the same, but I’ll be able to play video games. Left arm should recover enough for daily use. Leg should get a full range of motion, but I won’t be going jogging. Thankfully I look dignified with a cane.”
He wags his tail teasingly and cocks his head as he regards me. “Do you? …Must be a human thing.”
“Piss off. Mind if I sit in on the class?”
“Of course not!”
Turns out first class of Yotul Combat Dancing is a quick demonstration, and then Mosun talking to the quite large and varied crowd. He talks about the history and cultural significance of Combat Dances to the Yotul, the philosophical underpinnings of the artform, and the mentality to be cultivated in practitioners.
Everyone is listening with rapt attention, and a few of the humans are even taking notes. When he opens the floor for questions, a Venlil asks “Isn’t this an expression of Predator Disease?”
To which Mosun answers “No. Next question?”
Which is honestly as much of a response as that warrants.
I talk with Hanya briefly after the class. She says that she’s been diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and that human therapy is helping her out. She even talks excitedly about piloting shuttles again, someday soon. I’m glad for her.
Once I get back to the house, there’s a man in a suit waiting for me. He’s tall, bald, and has very dark skin. I don’t recognize him. He extends his hand toward me, and I shake it. He speaks English with an African accent, instead of letting the translator handle it. I’d guess western Africa, but I’m hardly an expert. “Bamidele Adeyemi.”
“Martin Russo. Can I help you?”
He indicates the door. “May I come in?”
“Sure. My Venlil hosts aren’t home right now.”
“Of course.”
Once he’s been let in, and I’ve given him something to drink, I wait patiently for him to explain his presence.
“I am the UN liason to the district magister’s office.”
I keep my tone neutral and politely curious. “What happened to Robert McGinley?”
He keeps his tone neutral too, but friendly. He smiles at me. “It was decided that he should be replaced.”
Oh no. Anyway. “Alright. But… No offense mister Adeyemi, but why are you here?”
He takes out a pad. “I have some documents that the UN and the District Magister would like you to sign.”
I sigh inwardly and make a quite heroic effort to not sigh outwardly. I look at the pad briefly anyway. As I expected, it’s about making myself legally liable should I speak up about what I’ve gone through. “I’m afraid you are wasting your time. McGinley told me to sign papers like this too, and I told him ‘no’.”
He nods, entirely unsurprised. “I understand you signed similar documents over a smaller… altercation with the Exterminators. Why the difference of response, if I may ask?”
“Because the first time he threatened to have me thrown out of the refugee center if I didn’t.”
Bamidele’s eyes widen briefly. “I see. That does explain why you told him to ‘fuck off’.”
“Yes.” I pause briefly. “…You’ve been polite enough that I don’t want to use the same language. But.”
He laughs briefly. “Haha, yes, I understand. Different circumstances, yes? My predecessor tried the stick. I am here to try the carrot. So tell me, mister Russo, what will it take for you to sign?”
“There’s nothing that…” I pause.
I sit down. I’m briefly quiet. I miss my friends so goddamn much. I swallow, mouth feeling dry as I tentatively reach for the proffered lifeline. “I… hear Sweden’s lovely this time of year.”
He flashes his teeth at me in a broad smile and chuckles pleasantly. “Hehe, I thought you might say that. But… You do realize it is January?”
Date [standardized human time]: January 12th, 2137
The thought of leaving this wretched planet and its wretched food and its wretched government and its wretched ever-present sun makes me feel like I’m already back in Earth’s lighter gravity.
I ended up paying Chasa back for all the pain and suffering she inflicted on me: The largest gift basket I could find online, filled with fruits, candies, and preserves of both Zurulian and human origin.
When I wake up at the start of the paw, my arch-nemesis has sent me two pictures. The first one is a schedule to keep for the next couple of months. In the second picture she’s put pillows and blankets in the basket and is using it as a bed, a paw raised in goodbye.
If the medi-teddies ever learn to weaponize their cuteness, humanity is in real trouble.
Packing is easy. I don’t have a lot. A band shirt from when I went to see ‘Where Angels Fear’, a few bad sketches of fruit, my dad's chess set, my pad, and a neural scanner.
Date [standardized human time]: January 13th, 2137
The space flight actually lands directly in Sweden, somewhere north of the polar circle at a place called Esrange. I immediately realize that winter’s back on the menu, as the cold makes my left leg and arm ache like hell. It’s the dead of night, too… But I’ve missed night. So has everyone else, as despite the cold people are walking straight out into the snow to just stare up into the starry sky and stare in open awe at the sky, where the stars form a backdrop for the northern lights. I join them.
A poetic whimsy falls over me, making me grin at the cheesiness. It’s like the sky itself is welcoming us back home.
From Esrange we take cars to Kiruna, Sweden’s northernmost city. From there it’s a long train ride south. I’ve gotten a sleeper cabin. With the generous stipend from the UN, I have no need to scrimp.
Even so, it takes significantly longer to travel 1400 kilometers across Sweden than it did to travel 16 light-years from Gliese 832. I’ve got almost twenty hours to appreciate the irony.
Date [standardized human time]: January 14th, 2137
I’m met at the train station in Lund by a man holding a sign with my name on it. His car takes me directly to the university. Everything feels very… ordinary, except I’m a bit dazed at having so many humans around me again.
We arrive a little before 8 in the morning. Excited students scurry to and fro, eager and hopeful for the first day of spring term. The driver is named Markus, and very kindly helps me find my way to my meeting. I’m left outside a door, standing around awkwardly.
The man I’m meeting with is Jonas Falck, and he’s the head of the department of computer science. While the UN has ‘encouraged’ the university to take me in despite it being so close to the term start, the decision remains with him.
I really wanted to see the girls first, but the meeting time was set for me. I desperately wish I had thought to shave beforehand. I’ve been using my beard to hide my weak chin, but it probably looks more unprofessional than-
“Hey, are you Martin Russo?”
Ah, I see.
Mister Falck is holding two cups of coffee and offers one of them to me with a smile. He’s got a full beard, a full belly, hair past his shoulders, and a pink hawaiian shirt to go with his khaki shorts and flip-flops. This man is clearly one of the most talented professionals working in the field today.
“So, do you mind if I ask…” He motions to my cane while I take a seat.
“How that happened?”
“Yes.”
“That’s classified. I’m not even joking.”
He nods once, like that was more or less what he expected to hear. He leans back in his chair, which creaks a bit, and takes a slow drink from his coffee while reading on his computer. “So you studied at Columbia University before the Bombing?”
“Yes.”
“And your family lived in New York?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” He doesn’t say it unkindly, but he does say it as rote. ‘Oh you’re from one of the places that doesn’t exist anymore? Sorry to hear that.’
I nod awkwardly. “Yes.”
“And you were focusing on studying brain-computer interfacing?”
I feel like a recording. “Yes.”
“It’s very uncommon to add a student this late. The term begins today.”
“Yes.”
“We can’t provide housing for you on such a short notice, for one.”
“I have that handled, sir.”
He scrunches his face up. “Jonas, please. Americans are so formal.”
“Alright, er, Jonas.”
“So, Martin, what I’m asking for is a reason. To take you in right now, I mean, instead of next year.”
I nod. This is thankfully something I had planned for. My hand slips into my pocket, fingering the box holding the scanner electrodes. “Well, Jonas… I think there’s something you should take a look at.”
Handling paperwork and basic orientation takes most of the morning. I manage to get morning-and-evening classes to share my time off with the lambchops. That only works because most people don’t want evening classes. Evenings are for partying if you’re a student, so late classes are mostly for adults with jobs.
I end up standing around nervously by the entrance to the university building, counting down the time. I watch people passing by as calmly as I can, still checking my pad every minute or so for any messages and jerking my head around like a bird at anything that’s even a bit of a shade of gray.
I can tell the alien girls are coming even before I see them, since everyone is glancing curiously their way. I straighten my back and shift my weight from foot to foot. I feel like a dog at an airport, waiting for the return of its owner.
They’re looking around as I see them, and Thiva’s the first to spot me. Her ears perk up and Vilek immediately looks to me as well. As they speed up into a sprint, I’m a bit surprised to see them both wearing clothes. Both girls are wearing custom boots made to fit their digitigrade legs.
They’re both wearing coveralls, Vilek’s in a hospital teal and Thiva’s in a bright red. It’s been explained to me that many at the university have a student culture of wearing colorful coveralls that they decorate with patches, called ‘Ovve’, and that Thiva’s red marks her as a mechanical engineering student. Vileks’s teal, presumably, mark her as studying healthcare. Or specifically therapy, perhaps. I need to look it up.
Seeing as computer science students are apparently expected to wear pink ones, I’m thinking I might sit out this grand and colorful tradition. On the other hand according to the Internet it’s an informal rule to cut a bit from the ‘Ovve’ of anyone you’ve exchanged body fluids with and patch it onto your own. So I suppose I could be convinced.
The girls collide with me, thankfully gently. Their tails are wagging like crazy out of the back of their outfits, and they’re clinging to me. I inhale deeply, take in the distinct and pleasant scent of my cute Venlil friends, and cling to them as well. My fingers stroke through their thick fur, and I hear their happy wordless bleating and whistling.
I close my eyes and enjoy the moment, not giving one whit for the passersby watching the scene.
“Oh, girls, I-” Vilek punches me in the arm unexpectedly. The right one, thankfully.
“Ow!”
Even though her ears signal joy and her tail is wagging, her voice is still stern. “We learned what ‘lambchops’ means!”
Ah.
The student flat isn’t very expansive, but it’s larger than the one we shared on Venlil Prime. Probably because humans are just plain larger.
It’s currently sparsely furnished. There’s a couple of desks, a couch, a table, a beanbag chair, and a bunk bed. I take my shoes off in the hallway, as the girls do. When in Lund.
They help me unpack. There’s not a lot, but they had already set aside a little corner for me. I’ve got the beanbag chair instead of a desk, which I’m perfectly fine with.
I sigh and lean against a wall briefly. “I’m… so glad to be home.”
Thiva turns her head a little, flicking an ear in question. “You missed being on Earth?”
I chuckle, and pinch her ear-tip lightly. I lean over to give Vilek one too, for fairness. It earns me a pair of bleeps from them, and I go on the offensive to rub their heads and scratch their ears and do everything I can to make the lambchops squeal happily. They thankfully oblige. “I missed being with my herd.”
My friends are safe, they’re here with me, and we all have paths forward. I’ve fought and bled for this opportunity. I’m allowed to enjoy it.
I sit down on the couch with a quiet groan of satisfaction, finally getting to put my cane aside. “So, girls… how are you feeling about Earth so far?”
They grumble immediately. “It is so freaking cold!” “Snow! We do not like the snow!”
“It’s only for another couple of… Months.” They’re undressing right in front of me. I am left briefly stunned.
Oh right they don’t normally wear clothes.
Reminding myself of that doesn’t help. The context is what it is. They’re my best friends and my two favorite girls and they’re stripping naked before me.
My brain fails me. “…Okay, so, uhh. Um. Hmmh. Huh.”
Mother of God there’s nothing different! They’re naked. They’re always naked! It hasn’t been a problem on VP, it won’t be a problem here! Man up!
I take a deep and steadying breath and resolutely refuse to think of patches of white and red on a set of pink coveralls, with pink patches on their matching ones.
“I guess we should… buy some food? And some clothes for me to use? And…”
And they turn their heads toward me, staring at me with one eye each. Side by side. Making me feel like I'm being stared down by a single creature. One with forward-facing eyes. And an orange blush.
They take slow steps closer. Thiva speaks first with an amused lilt to her voice. “Or maybe this is a good time to talk. You know, about the house rules.”
Vilek speaks as well, moving her tail sinuously in a teasing motion. “Relationship statuses.”
Thiva comes in with the finisher, practically purring. “Sleeping arrangements.”
Ah.
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Memory transcription subject: Martin Russo, Human Refugee
Date [standardized human time]: January 10th, 2137
Without the girls, life settles into a boring rut. I talk to them as much as I can on the pad, but they’re busy on Earth, hitting the ground running.
There’s been a lot of ground to cover before they’re caught up to where everyone else will be, particularly for Vilek. She’s often had to pull double-claws of studying, working her fluffy ass off to gain a baseline understanding of psychology in record time. Thiva’s classes on VP by contrast have prepared her well for humanity’s relatively simple technology.
That, and they’ve had to get used to Earth. Earth food, Earth culture, and a planet full of omnivores with forward-facing eyes. I’ve been doing what little I can to help coach and encourage them.
For my own part I’ve been restless. Given that I’m not able to look for a job yet, that physical therapy kicks my ass every other paw, and that I’ve got nothing to do other than look forward to a half-hour of chatting with my friends… I’ve started up on software again. It’s something I can do even while laying prone. Particularly since I have a way to write without using my hands.
What do I do with that, anyway? I can read minds. I can even use the raw data from a full brain scan to extract memories. There’s got to be something useful to do with this. It’s practically the only part of this entire debacle I haven’t bothered telling the UN about.
Honestly after what I’ve been through, I can’t imagine trusting them, or the Venlil government, with this. Bastards would be prosecuting thought-crime by the end of the week.
Jarkim’s opened his business a couple of weeks back. Without an actual office, since he plans to simply operate out of Slavik’s farm. As I understand they tolerate it as long as he also helps out in return for food and board. I hope the arrangement works out for the both of them.
I gave Jarkim some help with his online presence. He wasn’t initially sure about the black and white picture of him in a fedora and a tie, or about the business name “Jarkim Krakotl, Private Eye”. But as soon as humans heard about Venlil Prime’s only Krakotl detective they’ve ended up coming to him with their problems.
He sent me a picture of his first solved case, some runaway kid who got lost and reunited with her mother. He was still wearing the hat. No tie, though.
Today is my paw off from Chasa’s torments, and it coincides with the launch of another exciting new business venture. So I take the time to visit Mosun.
“Hey Martin! Hold on a minute!” I see the Yotul wrangling a bunch of foam mats around the large, empty room. And its wall-length mirror. Fittingly the place look like the midway point between a dance studio and a martial arts dojo, except for the soft and spongy floor. It’s meant to safeguard against falls.
I glance around the room while he huffs and plops the last few ones down. There’s perhaps thirty-five or forty foam mats scattered on the floor. “So are you being optimistic, or did you get a good reception?”
He looks at me, bouncing with excitement. Though his ears signal a bit of nervousness. “Five Yotul have signed up so far! That’s almost half the Yotul in the entire town! And almost twenty humans! Hanya’s bringing a couple of Gojid friends too, and we’ve got a few Venlil coming along with their humans… Oh, and an Iftali, that was a surprise. Honestly I may be a little in over my head here; I’ve never taught crowds before! I’m not even sure how much will translate across species!”
“So you’ll be learning on the job. I have complete faith in you. Are the Exterminators going to give you any trouble?”
He barks a laugh. “Hah! No, Jarkim had a talk with the magister. I got permission from Vaska’s office to teach the classes in the name of cultural preservation, so those motherfuckers can’t touch me!”
I laugh as well. “You might need to censor your language a bit as a teacher.”
“Combat Dancing is about honesty and expression, Martin. If I can’t live it, how am I supposed to teach it?”
Well, he got me there. “Anything I can do to help?”
He glances at me, his voice gets a little uncomfortable. “Um, I don’t know. Can you carry heavy stuff right now?”
I shrug. “Probably not, no.”
“Then I’ll be fine. You’re not interested in taking the class?”
“I think my dancing days are over, for the foreseeable future.” I wryly lift my cane and wave it as a small reminder. It’s wood, and I’m quite fond of it. Chasa found a Venlil craftsman who wanted to be the first to make one for a human, and he made it out of the wood of some kind of tree called Lampan. The color reminds me of mahogany.
His ears droop a bit. “Ah yeah. How permanent is that looking?”
I shrug. “Finger dexterity on the right hand’s likely never going to be the same, but I’ll be able to play video games. Left arm should recover enough for daily use. Leg should get a full range of motion, but I won’t be going jogging. Thankfully I look dignified with a cane.”
He wags his tail teasingly and cocks his head as he regards me. “Do you? …Must be a human thing.”
“Piss off. Mind if I sit in on the class?”
“Of course not!”
Turns out first class of Yotul Combat Dancing is a quick demonstration, and then Mosun talking to the quite large and varied crowd. He talks about the history and cultural significance of Combat Dances to the Yotul, the philosophical underpinnings of the artform, and the mentality to be cultivated in practitioners.
Everyone is listening with rapt attention, and a few of the humans are even taking notes. When he opens the floor for questions, a Venlil asks “Isn’t this an expression of Predator Disease?”
To which Mosun answers “No. Next question?”
Which is honestly as much of a response as that warrants.
I talk with Hanya briefly after the class. She says that she’s been diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and that human therapy is helping her out. She even talks excitedly about piloting shuttles again, someday soon. I’m glad for her.
Once I get back to the house, there’s a man in a suit waiting for me. He’s tall, bald, and has very dark skin. I don’t recognize him. He extends his hand toward me, and I shake it. He speaks English with an African accent, instead of letting the translator handle it. I’d guess western Africa, but I’m hardly an expert. “Bamidele Adeyemi.”
“Martin Russo. Can I help you?”
He indicates the door. “May I come in?”
“Sure. My Venlil hosts aren’t home right now.”
“Of course.”
Once he’s been let in, and I’ve given him something to drink, I wait patiently for him to explain his presence.
“I am the UN liason to the district magister’s office.”
I keep my tone neutral and politely curious. “What happened to Robert McGinley?”
He keeps his tone neutral too, but friendly. He smiles at me. “It was decided that he should be replaced.”
Oh no. Anyway. “Alright. But… No offense mister Adeyemi, but why are you here?”
He takes out a pad. “I have some documents that the UN and the District Magister would like you to sign.”
I sigh inwardly and make a quite heroic effort to not sigh outwardly. I look at the pad briefly anyway. As I expected, it’s about making myself legally liable should I speak up about what I’ve gone through. “I’m afraid you are wasting your time. McGinley told me to sign papers like this too, and I told him ‘no’.”
He nods, entirely unsurprised. “I understand you signed similar documents over a smaller… altercation with the Exterminators. Why the difference of response, if I may ask?”
“Because the first time he threatened to have me thrown out of the refugee center if I didn’t.”
Bamidele’s eyes widen briefly. “I see. That does explain why you told him to ‘fuck off’.”
“Yes.” I pause briefly. “…You’ve been polite enough that I don’t want to use the same language. But.”
He laughs briefly. “Haha, yes, I understand. Different circumstances, yes? My predecessor tried the stick. I am here to try the carrot. So tell me, mister Russo, what will it take for you to sign?”
“There’s nothing that…” I pause.
I sit down. I’m briefly quiet. I miss my friends so goddamn much. I swallow, mouth feeling dry as I tentatively reach for the proffered lifeline. “I… hear Sweden’s lovely this time of year.”
He flashes his teeth at me in a broad smile and chuckles pleasantly. “Hehe, I thought you might say that. But… You do realize it is January?”
Date [standardized human time]: January 12th, 2137
The thought of leaving this wretched planet and its wretched food and its wretched government and its wretched ever-present sun makes me feel like I’m already back in Earth’s lighter gravity.
I ended up paying Chasa back for all the pain and suffering she inflicted on me: The largest gift basket I could find online, filled with fruits, candies, and preserves of both Zurulian and human origin.
When I wake up at the start of the paw, my arch-nemesis has sent me two pictures. The first one is a schedule to keep for the next couple of months. In the second picture she’s put pillows and blankets in the basket and is using it as a bed, a paw raised in goodbye.
If the medi-teddies ever learn to weaponize their cuteness, humanity is in real trouble.
Packing is easy. I don’t have a lot. A band shirt from when I went to see ‘Where Angels Fear’, a few bad sketches of fruit, my dad's chess set, my pad, and a neural scanner.
Date [standardized human time]: January 13th, 2137
The space flight actually lands directly in Sweden, somewhere north of the polar circle at a place called Esrange. I immediately realize that winter’s back on the menu, as the cold makes my left leg and arm ache like hell. It’s the dead of night, too… But I’ve missed night. So has everyone else, as despite the cold people are walking straight out into the snow to just stare up into the starry sky and stare in open awe at the sky, where the stars form a backdrop for the northern lights. I join them.
A poetic whimsy falls over me, making me grin at the cheesiness. It’s like the sky itself is welcoming us back home.
From Esrange we take cars to Kiruna, Sweden’s northernmost city. From there it’s a long train ride south. I’ve gotten a sleeper cabin. With the generous stipend from the UN, I have no need to scrimp.
Even so, it takes significantly longer to travel 1400 kilometers across Sweden than it did to travel 16 light-years from Gliese 832. I’ve got almost twenty hours to appreciate the irony.
Date [standardized human time]: January 14th, 2137
I’m met at the train station in Lund by a man holding a sign with my name on it. His car takes me directly to the university. Everything feels very… ordinary, except I’m a bit dazed at having so many humans around me again.
We arrive a little before 8 in the morning. Excited students scurry to and fro, eager and hopeful for the first day of spring term. The driver is named Markus, and very kindly helps me find my way to my meeting. I’m left outside a door, standing around awkwardly.
The man I’m meeting with is Jonas Falck, and he’s the head of the department of computer science. While the UN has ‘encouraged’ the university to take me in despite it being so close to the term start, the decision remains with him.
I really wanted to see the girls first, but the meeting time was set for me. I desperately wish I had thought to shave beforehand. I’ve been using my beard to hide my weak chin, but it probably looks more unprofessional than-
“Hey, are you Martin Russo?”
Ah, I see.
Mister Falck is holding two cups of coffee and offers one of them to me with a smile. He’s got a full beard, a full belly, hair past his shoulders, and a pink hawaiian shirt to go with his khaki shorts and flip-flops. This man is clearly one of the most talented professionals working in the field today.
“So, do you mind if I ask…” He motions to my cane while I take a seat.
“How that happened?”
“Yes.”
“That’s classified. I’m not even joking.”
He nods once, like that was more or less what he expected to hear. He leans back in his chair, which creaks a bit, and takes a slow drink from his coffee while reading on his computer. “So you studied at Columbia University before the Bombing?”
“Yes.”
“And your family lived in New York?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” He doesn’t say it unkindly, but he does say it as rote. ‘Oh you’re from one of the places that doesn’t exist anymore? Sorry to hear that.’
I nod awkwardly. “Yes.”
“And you were focusing on studying brain-computer interfacing?”
I feel like a recording. “Yes.”
“It’s very uncommon to add a student this late. The term begins today.”
“Yes.”
“We can’t provide housing for you on such a short notice, for one.”
“I have that handled, sir.”
He scrunches his face up. “Jonas, please. Americans are so formal.”
“Alright, er, Jonas.”
“So, Martin, what I’m asking for is a reason. To take you in right now, I mean, instead of next year.”
I nod. This is thankfully something I had planned for. My hand slips into my pocket, fingering the box holding the scanner electrodes. “Well, Jonas… I think there’s something you should take a look at.”
Handling paperwork and basic orientation takes most of the morning. I manage to get morning-and-evening classes to share my time off with the lambchops. That only works because most people don’t want evening classes. Evenings are for partying if you’re a student, so late classes are mostly for adults with jobs.
I end up standing around nervously by the entrance to the university building, counting down the time. I watch people passing by as calmly as I can, still checking my pad every minute or so for any messages and jerking my head around like a bird at anything that’s even a bit of a shade of gray.
I can tell the alien girls are coming even before I see them, since everyone is glancing curiously their way. I straighten my back and shift my weight from foot to foot. I feel like a dog at an airport, waiting for the return of its owner.
They’re looking around as I see them, and Thiva’s the first to spot me. Her ears perk up and Vilek immediately looks to me as well. As they speed up into a sprint, I’m a bit surprised to see them both wearing clothes. Both girls are wearing custom boots made to fit their digitigrade legs.
They’re both wearing coveralls, Vilek’s in a hospital teal and Thiva’s in a bright red. It’s been explained to me that many at the university have a student culture of wearing colorful coveralls that they decorate with patches, called ‘Ovve’, and that Thiva’s red marks her as a mechanical engineering student. Vileks’s teal, presumably, mark her as studying healthcare. Or specifically therapy, perhaps. I need to look it up.
Seeing as computer science students are apparently expected to wear pink ones, I’m thinking I might sit out this grand and colorful tradition. On the other hand according to the Internet it’s an informal rule to cut a bit from the ‘Ovve’ of anyone you’ve exchanged body fluids with and patch it onto your own. So I suppose I could be convinced.
The girls collide with me, thankfully gently. Their tails are wagging like crazy out of the back of their outfits, and they’re clinging to me. I inhale deeply, take in the distinct and pleasant scent of my cute Venlil friends, and cling to them as well. My fingers stroke through their thick fur, and I hear their happy wordless bleating and whistling.
I close my eyes and enjoy the moment, not giving one whit for the passersby watching the scene.
“Oh, girls, I-” Vilek punches me in the arm unexpectedly. The right one, thankfully.
“Ow!”
Even though her ears signal joy and her tail is wagging, her voice is still stern. “We learned what ‘lambchops’ means!”
Ah.
The student flat isn’t very expansive, but it’s larger than the one we shared on Venlil Prime. Probably because humans are just plain larger.
It’s currently sparsely furnished. There’s a couple of desks, a couch, a table, a beanbag chair, and a bunk bed. I take my shoes off in the hallway, as the girls do. When in Lund.
They help me unpack. There’s not a lot, but they had already set aside a little corner for me. I’ve got the beanbag chair instead of a desk, which I’m perfectly fine with.
I sigh and lean against a wall briefly. “I’m… so glad to be home.”
Thiva turns her head a little, flicking an ear in question. “You missed being on Earth?”
I chuckle, and pinch her ear-tip lightly. I lean over to give Vilek one too, for fairness. It earns me a pair of bleeps from them, and I go on the offensive to rub their heads and scratch their ears and do everything I can to make the lambchops squeal happily. They thankfully oblige. “I missed being with my herd.”
My friends are safe, they’re here with me, and we all have paths forward. I’ve fought and bled for this opportunity. I’m allowed to enjoy it.
I sit down on the couch with a quiet groan of satisfaction, finally getting to put my cane aside. “So, girls… how are you feeling about Earth so far?”
They grumble immediately. “It is so freaking cold!” “Snow! We do not like the snow!”
“It’s only for another couple of… Months.” They’re undressing right in front of me. I am left briefly stunned.
Oh right they don’t normally wear clothes.
Reminding myself of that doesn’t help. The context is what it is. They’re my best friends and my two favorite girls and they’re stripping naked before me.
My brain fails me. “…Okay, so, uhh. Um. Hmmh. Huh.”
Mother of God there’s nothing different! They’re naked. They’re always naked! It hasn’t been a problem on VP, it won’t be a problem here! Man up!
I take a deep and steadying breath and resolutely refuse to think of patches of white and red on a set of pink coveralls, with pink patches on their matching ones.
“I guess we should… buy some food? And some clothes for me to use? And…”
And they turn their heads toward me, staring at me with one eye each. Side by side. Making me feel like I'm being stared down by a single creature. One with forward-facing eyes. And an orange blush.
They take slow steps closer. Thiva speaks first with an amused lilt to her voice. “Or maybe this is a good time to talk. You know, about the house rules.”
Vilek speaks as well, moving her tail sinuously in a teasing motion. “Relationship statuses.”
Thiva comes in with the finisher, practically purring. “Sleeping arrangements.”
Ah.
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2023.06.10 19:34 Sanner_man [WTS] Revision/Galvion Viper P4 High Cut Helmet Size M, 2 NAR Rig Series EAGLE IFAK Kits (empty), Crye AVS low profile belt size M, Wilcox G01, Miscellaneous knives
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Looking to offload some extra gear laying around.
1. Revision/Galvion Viper P4 High Cut Helmet Size M - $500
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Looking to offload some extra gear laying around.
1. Revision/Galvion Viper P4 High Cut Helmet Size M - $500
- Brand new
- Includes 2 Ops Core ARC Rails
- Rail mount kit
- Extra pads
- Exterior Velcro patching
- Both in great condition
- Brand new with tag still on it
- Both benchmade knives have great action, still in perfect working condition, come with black blade bags.
- Seems to be in good condition, don't know much about this mount.
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2023.06.10 19:34 emogirlfanclub_ ID? Found at Miss Beach
 | found these in Moss Beach Ca, and wanted to know if anyone knew anything, they don’t have gills under or stems. They were growing beneath soil submitted by emogirlfanclub_ to Mushrooms [link] [comments] |
2023.06.10 19:34 sad_bleep What colleges do you think I would be a qualified applicant for?
I already know I'm going to apply to Princeton, Columbia, and Yale, even if it's unrealistic, simply because I'll regret never knowing if I could have gotten into my dream school. That being said, I'm still waffling about what other colleges I want to submit an application to, especially since the fees are so high.
Desired Major: Art, and currently interested in language for a minor
GPA: 3.95, both weighted and unweighted. And no, I didn't take any AP courses, which is by far the weakest point of my application and freaking me out badly. I had specific reasons for this, but still.
Highest SAT: 1580 (haven't taken the ACT yet, or any subject tests)
Ext. Activities: Won an international art competition (lengthy interview, work featured in magazine and NY exhibit), currently working as a concept artist for a highly recognizable company, won top prizes at state fair, founded a non-profit (fairly large number of participants / raised 20K+), Vice President of the National Honor Society, 100+ hours of volunteer work for the TNR feral cat program, and a member of Art/German clubs at school. There's some more stuff, but this is pretty much the gist.
Edit: I'm also working on getting some pieces into the Guggenheim. Nothing's guaranteed at the moment, but that would probably look good if it did happen.
LOR and Essays: So my essay is only a draft right now, but I'm confident I can make it memorable (partially because I kind of have to, if I want any chance of getting in). I've always been really close with a lot of my teachers, too, so I'm not worried about the letters of recommendation. The letter from my counselor probably won't be as strong, but I certainly don't think she would write anything unflattering.
Optional Arts Supplement: Will be submitting one, and I'm hoping it'll work in my favor, not against me.
Current In-State Options: UNC of Chapel Hill, Davidson, and Lenior-Rhyne. Also, I have no problem with going out-of-state, but would preferably like to stay near the East Coast (especially somewhere North, since I just moved from the South in September and don't want to go back lol).
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Thank you in advance, and apologies for this being so long by the way.
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Desired Major: Art, and currently interested in language for a minor
GPA: 3.95, both weighted and unweighted. And no, I didn't take any AP courses, which is by far the weakest point of my application and freaking me out badly. I had specific reasons for this, but still.
Highest SAT: 1580 (haven't taken the ACT yet, or any subject tests)
Ext. Activities: Won an international art competition (lengthy interview, work featured in magazine and NY exhibit), currently working as a concept artist for a highly recognizable company, won top prizes at state fair, founded a non-profit (fairly large number of participants / raised 20K+), Vice President of the National Honor Society, 100+ hours of volunteer work for the TNR feral cat program, and a member of Art/German clubs at school. There's some more stuff, but this is pretty much the gist.
Edit: I'm also working on getting some pieces into the Guggenheim. Nothing's guaranteed at the moment, but that would probably look good if it did happen.
LOR and Essays: So my essay is only a draft right now, but I'm confident I can make it memorable (partially because I kind of have to, if I want any chance of getting in). I've always been really close with a lot of my teachers, too, so I'm not worried about the letters of recommendation. The letter from my counselor probably won't be as strong, but I certainly don't think she would write anything unflattering.
Optional Arts Supplement: Will be submitting one, and I'm hoping it'll work in my favor, not against me.
Current In-State Options: UNC of Chapel Hill, Davidson, and Lenior-Rhyne. Also, I have no problem with going out-of-state, but would preferably like to stay near the East Coast (especially somewhere North, since I just moved from the South in September and don't want to go back lol).
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Thank you in advance, and apologies for this being so long by the way.
2023.06.10 19:34 TigersRreal Align bore job in Ca
Hi all, I am looking for recommendations on a most excellent machine shop in California to cut up my case! I am located on the Central Coast, San Luis Obispo, and would love to find someone in LA. The forward most main bearing - some call the Thrust Bearing - has a lot of play and is starting to leak oil. I am almost done splitting the case and getting everything together to ship out somewhere.
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2023.06.10 19:33 ArthurDent79 PT mini grease gun leaking grease out the bottom and wont pump
I got a mini grease gun to use to put energy suspension grease on my poly bushings. I bulk filled this gun instead of using a tube and it has nonstop airlocks and seems to have pulled all the grease behind the plunger.
the only way i can get grease out of it is to extend the plunger and force it out the bottom. fyi it works like normal for a few mins and then will quit and you have to spend forver getting the airlock out.
the manufacture says i have to take that plunger off and flip it around so the side facing the inside of the gun is on the top if i want to use bulk grease and not grease from a tube. does this make sense?
does this make sense? because that's a lot of work that should have been in the instructions and now i will have like $50 worth of wasted grease.
https://www.amazon.ca/Performance-Tool-W54200-Pistol-Grease/dp/B0002KO28O
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the only way i can get grease out of it is to extend the plunger and force it out the bottom. fyi it works like normal for a few mins and then will quit and you have to spend forver getting the airlock out.
the manufacture says i have to take that plunger off and flip it around so the side facing the inside of the gun is on the top if i want to use bulk grease and not grease from a tube. does this make sense?
does this make sense? because that's a lot of work that should have been in the instructions and now i will have like $50 worth of wasted grease.
https://www.amazon.ca/Performance-Tool-W54200-Pistol-Grease/dp/B0002KO28O
2023.06.10 19:33 autotldr Ted Kaczynski, the Unabomber, found dead in his prison cell
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Ted Kaczynski, better known as the Unabomber, has been found dead in his jail cell by prison officers, US media says, citing prison officials.
Kaczynski, 81, was discovered early on Saturday at a federal prison medical facility in North Carolina.
Prison guards at the North Carolina facility discovered Kaczynski's body this at around 08:00 local time, US media reported.
Before suffering from declining health which prompted his transfer to the facility in December 2021, he had been held at the federal Supermax prison in Florence, Colorado, since May 1998.
Kaczynski was a man who fascinated America for decades and his violent campaign, which left a number of his victims permanently maimed.
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2023.06.10 19:33 antonovfan2002 I'm Worried About Canada. Our Progress is Reversing
For context: I'm a 21 year-old university student living in Ottawa.
For as long as I can remember, Canada's been considered by many around the world to be a safe haven for 2SLGBTQ+ folks. We were the first in North America to have gay marriage and transition rights, and our society in general has been mostly free of the homophobia found south of the border.
When I came out just two years ago, I was welcomed and accepted by a vibrant gay community in Ottawa where I felt safe to be open about myself. When I first met my bf last year, I had no hesitation expressing my feelings for him in public, and I proudly posted about my relationship online with little fear of my friends reacting negatively.
However since 2023 started, I've become increasingly worried that the progress the Canadian gay community has enjoyed is being stripped away and reversed by right-wing conservatism spreading from the US.
The homophobia I witnessed during the 2022 trucking convoy is now common within Canadian society, and more right-wing politicians are getting elected in every province.
My turning point came yesterday at a protest outside a schoolboard office in Ottawa where right-wing protesters destroyed pride flags and attacked counter protesters.
When I saw the violent protests happening in L.A. last week, I thought that homophobia like that could never happen in Canada.
Well all of that has changed, and I'm genuinely scared to be openly gay in public. I might not even go to Ottawa pride with my bf, as I'm not in a position to physically defend myself from a possible terrorist attack.
What the fuck is happening to Canada?
I used to be proud of my country, but now I'm close to leaving.
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For as long as I can remember, Canada's been considered by many around the world to be a safe haven for 2SLGBTQ+ folks. We were the first in North America to have gay marriage and transition rights, and our society in general has been mostly free of the homophobia found south of the border.
When I came out just two years ago, I was welcomed and accepted by a vibrant gay community in Ottawa where I felt safe to be open about myself. When I first met my bf last year, I had no hesitation expressing my feelings for him in public, and I proudly posted about my relationship online with little fear of my friends reacting negatively.
However since 2023 started, I've become increasingly worried that the progress the Canadian gay community has enjoyed is being stripped away and reversed by right-wing conservatism spreading from the US.
The homophobia I witnessed during the 2022 trucking convoy is now common within Canadian society, and more right-wing politicians are getting elected in every province.
My turning point came yesterday at a protest outside a schoolboard office in Ottawa where right-wing protesters destroyed pride flags and attacked counter protesters.
When I saw the violent protests happening in L.A. last week, I thought that homophobia like that could never happen in Canada.
Well all of that has changed, and I'm genuinely scared to be openly gay in public. I might not even go to Ottawa pride with my bf, as I'm not in a position to physically defend myself from a possible terrorist attack.
What the fuck is happening to Canada?
I used to be proud of my country, but now I'm close to leaving.
2023.06.10 19:33 CreBrokerLa Sale Listing Broker Calls I love. Sellers of Commercial Real Estate in Mid-Wilshire, Los Angeles, CA calling me, TONY KIM: “Hi Tony, found you researching commercial realtors in the Koreatown area. We inherited properties, looking to sell. Wanted to get the process started.”
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2023.06.10 19:32 Itchy_Principle6434 Lazard Fee Estimation and dates of engagement
 | Excited about the dockets last night. Some items I found interesting. submitted by Itchy_Principle6434 to ThePPShow [link] [comments] Photo 1: Lazard makes the full 15 million with a sell of most of the companies assets. It then refers to Schedule 1 (photo 2) fees associated with an Other Sale Transaction Fee. Photo 2: Gives us a general idea on the 15 million number and how that fee came to be. If we look at the 1 billion dollar line the fee would be 1.30%. If they were to sell only Buy Buy Baby for 1 billion, Lazards fee would be 13 million. *note that I think this is a standard fee structure from Lazard. Technically if Buy Buy Baby sold for more than 2 billion, the company’s fee would then be north of 23 million. It would be in Lazards best interest to sell Buy Buy Baby for more than about $1.5 billion if they sell it as it’s own asset. Photo 3/4: this is nothing new. The dates are highly specific and relate to some dates involving Cohen and Icahn. 8/10/22 Original Engagement Letter Photo 5: Cohen sold shares within a week of engagement letter. Not pictured: Cohen tweeted a Purple Heart 💜 on 8/10. A Purple Heart is awarded to people who are injured and/or die in the line of duty. I have my Grandfathers Purple Heart from losing his leg. Was Cohen separated from his shares for the greater good? 10/18/22 Dealer Manager Agreement Phot 6: Cohen and Icahn picture the night before Dealer Manager Agreement was made . 1/15/23 Prior Engagement Agreement I don’t have a good picture. However there was a snip of pitch book around this time that a LBO happened. Also (photo 7) along with Holly Etlins letter shows that they were trying to sell the company around that time. Photo 8: Cohen tweeted he buys all stocks on 1/18. Few weeks later government shot down his balloon. |
2023.06.10 19:32 BrundellFly Favoritism & Incompetence inside Lucasfilm: Burn It Down's “Derek” is almost certainly David Filoni
AuthoMedia Critic/Journalist Maureen Ryan spotlights Lucasfilm’s creative’ish bureaucracy in her new book Burn It Down; featuring former-staffesource known by the pseudonym Emma, who was hired to work on expanding Lucasfilm’s existing IP with a spin-off of some kind. Emma worked with a person at Lucasfilm (who is given the pseudonym Derek), who she believed did not understand the assignment despite being well-connected within the film and television industry.
Emma is described as possessing “extensive experiences and impressive résumé, yet never creatively helmed a project all on her own; Until Lucasfilm reached out to her with their offer…”
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Emma is described as possessing “extensive experiences and impressive résumé, yet never creatively helmed a project all on her own; Until Lucasfilm reached out to her with their offer…”
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Once Emma figured out the lay of the land at Lucasfilm, she realized she had been brought in to do a lot of grunt work on behalf of Derek, a well-connected man who, in her opinion, didn’t know what he was doing. He would get the glory if the project was a success, and it sure felt as though she would get the blame if it wasn’t.Excerpt From: Burn It Down: Power, Complicity, and a Call for Change in Hollywood by Maureen Ryan. Chapter 8: The Myth of an Egalitarian Future The IP Strikes Back
Executives at Lucasfilm, Emma said, treated Derek as more important than her, even though he reliably generated chaos, subpar scripts, and other problems. His management skills were questionable when they were not entirely absent. The executives supervising the project listened to Emma’s complaints about these serious, ongoing issues, and more often than not, she told me, they agreed with her. But their promises about changing the situation came to nothing. “They back their creative people fully—the people they see as creative,” Emma said. And Derek was the person they backed.
“It took a long time to cut through the doublespeak and figure out what was really going on,” Emma told me. She had thought—and had been told—that she was going to have real creative influence over this major piece of IP. That was not the case. And Derek, thanks to his powerful connections, was essentially untouchable. Emma slowly realized that her job was to “channel” Derek’s creative vision and turn it into filmable content. “I can’t speak to whether it was intentional or not, but really, what they wanted me to be was a well-paid babysitter,” Emma observed. “I was in this double bind where I was both accountable to them and also not creatively empowered. It just puts you in this position of feeling like the janitor.”
At Lucasfilm, in Emma’s view, preference and precedence in the TV arena is given to those who have credits in the film world.
In any event, Emma wishes she’d known up front what Lucasfilm really wanted. She would have said no to the job, or something like, “Call me when you’re ready to fire him and give me the job. And if you’re not going to do that, then great—it’s all on him.” She did eventually leave the gig, exhausted by the constant chaos and the fact that nobody made any meaningful moves to stop it.
Maybe the powers that be at Lucasfilm didn’t feel they needed to. Before Emma took the job, a friend in Hollywood told her that Lucasfilm didn’t particularly care about going over budget. Emma was gobsmacked by her friend’s observation, given the penny-pinching ways of her previous employers. “But I saw it up close—that it doesn’t matter how many mistakes are made or how incompetent some people are,” she said. “Our budget doubled, and I’m sure it went up after I left*. I’ve never seen anything like it.*”
At Lucasfilm, it’s not hard to figure out why the money might flow a little more freely: the company and its offshoots have had massive success in the realms of film, television, theme parks, and merchandising, among other ventures, since the first Star Wars film came out nearly half a century ago. And in Emma’s view, the worldwide success of shows like The Mandalorian just reinforces the internal belief that the company can do no wrong.”
2023.06.10 19:31 CareBearLuver1017 found true north bear in charlotte, nc
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2023.06.10 19:30 Ground-Contro1 Jacob Collier - The Sun Is In Your Eyes (Live From The Hollywood Bowl)
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2023.06.10 19:29 IEetCarrot Alison Brie has to be one of the most came on women in Hollywood
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2023.06.10 19:29 Current-Ad-7361 Derrick Emmanuel Roseberry of Jasper County, sentenced to 20 years in prison for raping motel housekeeper
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2023.06.10 19:29 Pretty_Language_393 ARE THE GODS WITH US?
Tonight's order are:
Attack- (South-East) Defensor.
Defend- (North) Ilkarya's Barrier, (North) Crystal Ice Fields.
Hold- The borders.
Scroll from the church~
General news report
The rescue mission in Defensor is underway with many Knights trained in covert operations attending. There are plans to use modified bombs to create smoke clouds that will allow in-and-out movement. If these bombs are successful, it may be used for combat ordanace in the future.
In other news, Samurai have now claimed Blackstone Hills and in turn threw out the Vikings residing there, yet now this poses a threat to our castle border and Mt Iignis, with Samurai forces building up Hwachas (a form of siege equipment that dispenses hundreds of arrows or fireworks in seconds)near our border it is only assuring the fact that a battle will soon commence.
Now Vikings have begun planning a counter-offensive in the north, although the threat is not yet knocking at our door, this could lead to our forces becoming drained. In an attempt to incentivise soldiers to fight more battles, Command has issued a decree that will double the salary of any Knight who has enough battle won under their belt.
May your swords be sharp and your shields be strong.
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Attack- (South-East) Defensor.
Defend- (North) Ilkarya's Barrier, (North) Crystal Ice Fields.
Hold- The borders.
Scroll from the church~
"The hand of God guides our path and the crusade is no exception! The priests have been receiving dreams of guidance regarding this war, and now pass on these divine messages to the officers. It is God's will we win this war and plans we must follow"
General news report
The rescue mission in Defensor is underway with many Knights trained in covert operations attending. There are plans to use modified bombs to create smoke clouds that will allow in-and-out movement. If these bombs are successful, it may be used for combat ordanace in the future.
In other news, Samurai have now claimed Blackstone Hills and in turn threw out the Vikings residing there, yet now this poses a threat to our castle border and Mt Iignis, with Samurai forces building up Hwachas (a form of siege equipment that dispenses hundreds of arrows or fireworks in seconds)near our border it is only assuring the fact that a battle will soon commence.
Now Vikings have begun planning a counter-offensive in the north, although the threat is not yet knocking at our door, this could lead to our forces becoming drained. In an attempt to incentivise soldiers to fight more battles, Command has issued a decree that will double the salary of any Knight who has enough battle won under their belt.
May your swords be sharp and your shields be strong.
2023.06.10 19:29 EnSamachara Monument valley to Page, AZ
Hello, I would appreciate any helpful tips. I am planning a family trip from northern CA to moab, UT to page, AZ via monument valley in a 2022 M3 standard plus. Wondering if I can't charge at Monument valley overnight, what are my charging options to reach Page, AZ. Thanks!
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2023.06.10 19:27 SunnyGoMerry North Cascades Day Hike Recommendations?
Looking for a day hike (driving from Seattle) in the North Cascades. Looking for single digit miles and about moderate difficulty. Originally I was going to go to Maple Pass but then found out it wasn’t technically in the North Cascades. Thanks!
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