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j a third culture kid with an identity crisis lol… Parent 1 is from Country A, Parent 2 is from Country B, and I was born in Brazil, but have only lived there half my life because we moved to country C (I’m u20 so “half my life” means we moved when i was pretty young)
Out of country A and B, i def partake more in the culture of A (we speak A’s language at home and I was never taught B’s), but have never lived in A
I feel pretty at home at C (esp since it’s a country made of immigrants) but legally I am not even from there (don’t have the nationality)
Eu conheço bem e amo a cultura brasileira (ainda tenho amigos lá) mas por causa de morar tanto tempo fora, eu estou esquecendo do meu português (e eu acho que eu tenho um sotaque então eu tenho certeza q se eu falasse com um br ele acharia que eu fosse uma estrangeira que fala português bem). E claro os meus pais não são brasileiros
ik it seems stupid but when people ask me where I’m from I don’t even know what to say…

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Wife and I just moved across the country to Tennessee, dont know anyone here, and after all the busyness moving most of my online friendships have fissled out. Anyone online or local wanna hang out?
I hike, camp, shoot when i can afford it, otherwise im writing a fantasy novel, a massive history nerd, and VR enthusiast. I used to practice jiu jitsu and krav maga but can't really afford to anymore, also started trying to learn the basics of HEMA but that's a whole new skillset. I also read a lot, usually a novel or so per month.

The lifestyle has such a strong appeal to me (42, M). The forced minimalism, connection to nature, the type of struggle it offers (so different from the stresses of modern life).
If not for a few constraints, I would take steps tomorrow to make the move. I’m curious to know if any of you have faced similar challenges? I would love to hear your stories. But here are my constraints:

1. I am an American…makes living in another country full time challenging.
   
2. I am a married father of five kids aged between 8 and 18. Education and opportunity for my kids to have community is important to me.
   
3. Not sure I could ever convince my wife of a simple life.
   

I have a feeling that all of these constraints present a bridge too far for me to cross, but I am curious and interested to hear your stories - what constraints did you have to overcome to live the narrowboat life?
I feel completely burned out in my current situation. Looking to make a change that aligns better with what I need mentally, physically and spiritually.
Anyway - if you feel inclined to share your experience or perspective feel free to do so.
Cheers

I am heading to Billings, MT for the next week. I am an avid downhill rider, but dont mind cross country riding. Anyone know of any mtb rental spots or must see trails to check out while I am there? (Will have a car and dont mind going a few hours away) From my research it looks like most of the resorts and bike parks are not open just yet, but would love to hit the local trails at least one day while I am there. Anyone have any suggestions?

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Hey everyone,
I have a Mazda 3 (called Axela in my country) hybrid 2014, automatic 2L petrol/electric with only 57,000kms. I started noticing the engine running terribly at idle and surging, along with reduced power and heaps of shaking while driving. The check engine light has repeatedly come on with all different codes, including engine running too lean & not enough power. The driver alert comes on when the engine starts to run reaaal bad, stating "Hybrid system fault, pull over immediately".
I have taken it to 4 different mechanics including the dealer. The dealer says they want to replace the O2 sensors + MAF sensor but admitted they don't know if that will fix the problem, I said no as it would be $1500+.
Others have done things such as cleaning all connections + replacing spark plugs, resetting computer, cleaning MAF but all fixes keep the car running right for only a week or so. Sometimes when I turn the car on it runs fine for a while, sometimes the driver alert comes on immediately. I cannot really drive it anywhere beside the closest shop
Has anyone had the same problem or knows of this problem/any fixes? I am at a total loss of what to do now :/ Thanks heaps!
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“I just had an idea pop into my head about something to do this coming weekend, and I wanted to bounce it off you two before it slips my mind” My friend Natasha said those words as the three of us sat on my couch one afternoon. I found myself sitting up slightly. Normally, Natasha was the last of our group to suggest things to do, letting Vinny, the third member of our group, or I come up with the plans to keep our free time occupied. The fact she was about to suggest something intrigued me. “What have you got in mind?” I asked her. A smile played over her face as her brown eyes seemed to flash. “How about a little ghost hunting?”
I felt Vinny sit straight up beside me. She had clearly grabbed both our attention now. The three of us were what you might call amateur ghost hunters, using very basic items we bought offline to visit some of the spookier places in the area and posting our adventures on YouTube, sort of like a crappier version of Ghost Adventures. “Now that’s one hell of a good idea” Vinny said, before a puzzled expression spread over his face. “But, I mean, where? We’ve already done most of the places around town. The Tioga building won’t let us in after that…well, what that one resident claims we stirred up in the old ballroom, and I’m not about to make the hours long drive to the Wolf Creek Inn” Natasha’s smile grew wider. “No, we don’t have to even go out of town for this one” she said, her voice dropping low, “What I’m suggesting, is we check out…” her voice trailed off, letting the suspense grow for a few seconds before finishing, “The Egyptian Theatre”
Instantly, Vinny let out a harsh bark of laughter. “HA! Now that’s a good one. You know damn good and well that the society that runs the theater won’t allow us in after hours to ghost hunt. As far as I know, they’ve never allowed any paranormal teams into the place” He pulled a face. “So, how exactly do you propose we get in there? You flutter your eyelashes for the night janitor and use your feminine charms to get us in?” Natasha still grinned, but rolled her eyes at our friend’s quip. “No, actually, I was thinking about using my lock picking skills to get us in” she declared. It was my turn to give her an incredulous look. “You’re joking, right?” I asked. She shook her head. “Nope, I’m dead serious” I let out an incredulous, almost baffled snort of laughter and pulled my glasses off my face, rubbing my eyes.
The country, and, to a large extent, the entire world, became gripped in an interest, sometimes bordering on obsession with all things Egyptian when King Tut’s tomb was discovered over a century ago. Many things came out of this, including the classic 1932 monster movie The Mummy. But, one thing that also came of this fever gripping the country was a desire to build many Egyptian style buildings. And one of the buildings which took this design and ran with it, were the movie theatres. A decade after the legendary discovery, over a hundred theatres had gone up all around the country, their interiors clad with fake temple columns, paintings of sphinxes and Egyptian gods such as Anubis decorating the walls, and hieroglyphs adorning the archways. People flocked in droves to them, both to watch movies, and live performances. But, like all trends, eventually, the interest began to wane, and as the late 20th Century approached, many began to shut down and be either remodeled, or straight up demolished. Today, there’s only between five and eight Egyptian style theatres left in the entire country.
And one just so happens to be right in the town I live in.
When I moved to Coos Bay, Oregon nine years ago, I immediately fell in love with the place. Even though it’s the largest coastal town on the Oregon coast, it’s a place which is more or less perpetually frozen in time, still looking pretty much as it did between thirty and seventy years ago. And, as someone who is not exactly into the modern world, it made a perfect place for me to live and escape away from the 21st Century. I began exploring right away, driving every street of it and the town neighboring it, North Bend, along with walking every alley and back road I could to learn the layout. That’s how I learned about the supernatural element to the town.
There are many places in town which people claim supernatural occurrences take place. From the remains of the old logging buildings on the estuary, to the old Tioga Hotel which has been remodeled into apartments, there is no shortage of ghostly tales. There was even the old McCauley Hospital, which had once been the focal point of the town’s annual ghost walks until it was demolished in 2018. As a side note, I heard a rumor that a couple people broke into that place right before it got torn down. Something sure spooked them, because a friend of mine on the police force told me they gave him a fright, bursting in the night before Easter and rambling about something. I always wondered what they saw in there.
But, for me, the place in town I always loved the most, and enjoyed the most hearing about the ghostly accounts told, was the Egyptian Theatre.
Originally built as a garage in 1922, it was renovated by a man named Charles Noble into a movie theatre in 1925, where it drew in droves of people from around the area to watch films, and enjoy live vaudeville performances. It continued to operate almost to the end of the 20th Century, when other theatres began to attract younger moviegoers, and for a while, it almost seemed as though the historic building might even be closed for good and gutted. But, thanks to the efforts of local preservation societies, it was saved, and now operates as a theatre once again. They mostly play only older movies, along with live performances.
And, of course, it draws curious people for the paranormal rumors surrounding it.
For years, people have reported strange occurrences happening inside the building, both when it’s open, and after hours. Patrons and employees alike have spoken about a pervasive feeling of being watched inside the building, but finding no one there when the place was searched. There have been reports of being touched by invisible hands, a few even pushed slightly. Beyond physical interaction, employees have reported the sounds of old film projectors playing and unseen audiences laughing after hours, along with the eerie playing of the theatre’s Wurlitzer pipe organ, along with a host of other occurrences. No ghost hunting team has ever gone in to try and document these events. And to Natasha, that was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Legal, or not.
“Are you freaking nuts?!” Vinny exclaimed, “Do you have any idea how much trouble we’d be in if we got caught breaking and entering? The cops around here are already a bit twitchy with the druggies and the homeless. You wanna give them a reason to throw us into jail alongside them?” Natasha held up a finger, flipping her black hair over her shoulder. “They won’t find out, because I have not one, but two aces in the hole here. The first is that thanks to being friends with Scott, I know the nighttime police sweeps, where they’re going to be and everything. There’ll be an hour long window where they’re not anywhere near the alley where the back door to the theatre is. We can get in and out with no threat of being spotted at all. And the second is, did you forget I’m dating Dylan now?” The realization washed over me like a wave; she had started dating the man who helped the preservation society run the theatre a month or so ago. Damn, she’s been planning this one for a while, I thought.
Vinny had a thoughtful look on his face, his green eyes darting around rapidly, but not seeing. “Hmm” he muttered, then looked at Natasha. “And you’re sure that there’s no chance of us getting caught?” he asked slowly. “Absolutely none” she said, then looked at both of us. “So, how about it?” For a few moments, there was silence, and then Vinny let out a chuckle. “What the hell, why not? The most exciting thing we’ve done the last few weeks is go down to the farmer’s market. This could shake things up a bit” I suddenly became aware that the two of them were looking at me, waiting for me to make my decision. I was always the most sensible of the three of us, doing all I could to keep us out of trouble with others as well as the law. But, I always had one nasty Achilles Heel ever since I had been a child, and that was peer pressure. So, despite the overwhelming feeling that I should tell them no, that I should say we should just find something else to do, I nodded. “Alright, let’s do it” I said simply, causing grins to break out on both of my friend’s faces.
I wish to God in retrospect that I’d just had the damn spine to stand up and say “No”
The rest of the week seemed to pass by faster than usual. Before I knew it, the weekend had arrived. We’d decided that late Saturday night would be the best time to do this, as most places downtown closed up between eleven and midnight, aside from the bars and strip club. To say I felt anxious about breaking the law, something I wasn’t used to doing at all, would be like calling a Megalodon a goldfish, but my worries about disappointing my friends ended up outweighing it. And so, at eleven-thirty, the three of us piled into my beat up Chevy Tahoe, and made our way towards downtown. As I drove us down Ocean Boulevard, which connected the two sides of town, something settled over me. I can’t exactly place it, even to this day. But it was the most uneasy feeling I’ve ever experienced. But I did my best to push it away. It’s nothing, Troy. It’s just because you’re, understandably, worried about this. Plus, the road being deserted isn’t helping much.
My mental chiding seemed to help center me a bit, which was a good thing. The road was now angling downward, and a moment later, we drove into downtown. The darkened shapes of the closed stores seemed to rise up higher on either side of us than they looked during the daytime. We’d decided to cruise by the front entrance first, just to see if anyone were still inside. As I turned the truck onto the main drag, the sign for the theatre rose high above us, a depiction of an Egyptian pharaoh next to the yellow and white letters which proclaimed its name to everyone who drove through town. I spared a glance as we passed it. The lit up marquee windows showed that The Blues Brothers and Jaws would be shown soon. For whatever reason, though, I couldn’t bring myself to look through the glass doors that showed the building’s darkened interior. The uneasy feeling had returned, and, for a moment, it felt as though if I did look, I would see someone, or something staring back out at me. And then we passed it, taking the next right and looping back around to Anderson Ave.
I turned the truck into the narrow alley drive which ran along the back of the theatre and neighboring buildings. Parking right next to the rear doors would be extremely conspicuous, so I pulled up a bit further and parked in a carport like area. Shutting off the engine, I turned to my two friends. “Well, this is it” I said, “Last chance to turn back if anyone’s having second thoughts” I’d hoped that either Vinny or Natasha would’ve gotten cold feet in the last few minutes, allowing us to go do something else. But there was no such luck. “Are you kidding me?” Natasha said from the passenger seat, “We are far too close to back out now!” Vinny grunted from behind me. Well, shit. Resigning myself to the fact they were determined to go through with this, I let a deep breath out through my nose and nodded. The others opened their doors and hopped out. A moment later, I followed.
The night air was cool and crisp on my skin as we slowly walked back down the alley to the rear of the yellow-ish, tan building. Three different sets of red double doors were built into the back of the theatre. Natasha pulled something out of her coat pocket, and I realized, with a small pang of surprise, that it was a lock pick set. A legitimate lock pick set. “Where the hell did you get that?” I whispered to her. She shrugged and smiled. “I have my ways of getting things” she said simply, then pointed to the far right set of doors. “We’ll have a bit of cover from that electrical box. You two keep an eye out while I deal with the lock” And with that, she scurried forward, bending down in front of the door handles. Vinny and I stood guard, each of us looking down both ends of the alley. As the soft sound of Natasha messing with the lock filtered over to me, I realized just how quiet it was. And how eerie hearing downtown so quiet was. Aside from a few distant booms and bangs, and the far off sound of a dog barking, all I could hear was the whistle of the wind as it whipped between the old buildings.
An involuntary shiver cascaded up my spine, and I tried again to reason myself back to a relative sense of calm. “Get a grip, dude, you’re gonna be fine” I whispered under my breath. But this time, it felt as though I weren’t able to entirely convince myself. I suddenly became aware of a creeping sensation, one which made me shoot a look around. Nothing moved in the stillness, no indication of anyone besides us being in the alley. And, yet…I was overcome with the distinct feeling of being watched. Not by either of my friends. But…by someone else. Before I had a chance to even think about it, I heard a rather loud click, and Natasha let out a soft laugh of triumph. “We’re in, ladies and gentleman!” she declared, standing up and pulling on the door. It opened silently, the streetlight in the alley casting a small shaft of light into the darkness beyond. Turning, she waved an arm at Vinny and I. “Come on, let’s get inside”
Before either of us could say anything, she turned and disappeared into the dark. I shot a look at Vinny, who simply shrugged. “After you, my man” he whispered. I let out a deep sigh, and then moved to the door. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the small flashlight, and then pulled on the heavy metal, slipping inside, Vinny right behind me. The darkness swallowed us as the door closed. For a moment, a small rush of panic from not being able to see flashed through me, before a light appeared beside me. It wasn’t from a flashlight, though; instead, a small, orange flame flickered beside me. “Don’t turn on your flashlights yet, just follow me” Natasha said, the flame making her face seem to dance and move behind it. She turned and headed away, leaving us no choice but to follow. I listened to her and didn’t turn on my flashlight. But every fiber of my being was screaming at me to. Because the feeling of being watched out in the alleyway? Had quintupled in here. The best way to describe it, was that we were angrily being stared at. And I didn’t like the sensation one bit.
Natasha led us up a flight of steps and pushed open another door. “We’re here” she said, still keeping her voice low, “You can turn on your flashlights now” Thank you, God, I silently said, snapping mine on and casting a bright white light into the room we’d entered. A moment later, so did my two friends’ lights. The beams played around, and I heard Vinny let out a bit of a gasp. “Ho-lyyyy shit” he muttered.
Natasha had guided us into the main theatre. The ceiling rose high above our heads, almost out of sight of even the flashlights. Rows upon rows of red movie seats stretched out and away from us, seeming almost unending in the shadows. The walls were all covered in hieroglyphs, all still original from the 1920s. To our left, the second story, which housed a smaller row of seats, along with the projection room rose about twenty feet above us. And to the right, was the stage itself. It was flanked by two huge columns, the screen rolled up and revealing a mosaic of an Egyptian building on the back wall, with two men clutching staffs sitting on either side. Directly in front of the stage sat the organ, its seating bench tucked beneath it.
“Okay, this is a trip to be in at night!” Natasha exclaimed excitedly, then pulled the backpack she’d been wearing off her shoulders. Dropping it into a seat, she unzipped it and began pulling items from it. “Guys, here” she said, holding them out. Vinny stepped forward and grabbed the camcorder from her; as someone who’d had a lifelong dream of being a filmmaker, he was our resident cameraman. I stepped forward and took two items from her: an infrared thermometer and an EVP recorder. The rest, she placed on the ground, and then faced Vinny. “Alright, tell me when you’re recording” He fumbled with the camcorder for a second, then shot her a thumbs up. Instantly, she took on a somber, eerie expression, giving an admittedly creepy look at the camera. “Well, well, welcome back to The Three Ghostkuteers, everyone. I hope you all have been well since our last trip. Tonight, you join us in a very, very special place, and one close to home for us. We are currently in the Egyptian Theatre in Coos Bay, Oregon, one of the last remaining in the country. It was built in the 1920s by a man named Charles Noble-“
I turned away, tuning her out as I did. The woman really, really enjoys being in front of the camera. Better her than me. Shining my light around, I looked up at the balcony. I could see the small hole in the projection booth where the movie projector would shine out onto the screen. Something caught the beam’s light, reflecting off it slightly, and I aimed the light at the wall. It was a wrought iron light fixture, one which had been shaped into the figure of a King Cobra, poised to strike. Gazing around, I saw they adorned much of the walls. I let out a small shudder at it. God, do I hate snakes. Thankfully, though, the feeling of being watched I’d had in the alley and the darkened back of the theatre had seemingly disappeared. Yeah, see, what’d I tell you, Troy? Nothing but your nerves.
Natasha had finished her opening monologue and moved to the edge of the stage, on which she placed the small, square spirit box. “And now, let’s see if anyone would like to speak with us” she said, flicking it on. Instantly, the silence of the theatre was shattered by the sound of static, intermittently interrupted by quick snippets of radio shows being picked up. “Is there anyone here who’d like to talk to us?” she called out into the huge room. The static and snippets were the only sound to answer her. After a minute, she tried again. “Are there any spirits who’d like to communicate with us?” There was still nothing. Vinny panned the camera from the box to Natasha as she paced back and forth for a few minutes. A small look of disappointment flooded over her face, but she instantly plastered it over with the same look she’d given the camera before. “Well, it looks like the spirit box isn’t gonna work tonight, so we’re gonna have to try something else” She pulled out an EVP recorder identical to mine and switched it on. “Let’s try this instead, shall we? Remember, by the way guys, if you’re new here and want to see more, to like and subscribe-“
I turned away again, feeling a small pang of irritation flow through me. This is freakin’ ridiculous, man. The longer we stay in here, the more chance we have of getting caught. Truth be told, as much as I enjoyed ghost hunting, I didn’t even really believe in the paranormal. In all the years the three of us had filmed together, not once had we caught anything, on tape or otherwise. In fact, many times we’d had to fake spooky occurrences in order to make sure our videos got any views at all. This is your own fault, man, I silently chided myself, you’re the one who couldn’t stand up to them and say no. You really, seriously need to grown a spine and learn how to say no. The mental self lecture was furthering my rotten mood, and I began to feel a wave of anger at my two friends, as well as myself boil up.
“Hell with this” I finally muttered, then turned and began walking up the aisle. “Troy, where the hell are you going?” I heard Natasha call out behind me. I stopped, not looking over my shoulder, but quietly aiming my voice behind me and allowing a hint of irritation to seep into it. “I’m gonna go check out the second floor balcony, okay? I don’t exactly like just standing here” For a moment, there was silence, and then her voice came, soft and almost apologetic. “Okay, go ahead” Before she could say anything more, I strode away, walking to the open doorway which led out of the theater and into the concession area. I hooded my flashlight beam with one hand to make sure it wouldn’t accidentally shine out of the glass entrance doors into the street and looked around. The lobby and concession stand took up most of the front area, the darkened shape of it stretching along the far wall.
Taking a few steps ahead, I turned and looked up at the wall above me. Large, blue letters stretched out from one side of it to the other. Through these doors pass the most wonderful people. I snorted softly. “Yeah, unfortunately, not tonight” I shook my head, then looked around. And nearly jumped out of my skin. Something also seemed to jump back. I felt my heartbeat begin to race in my chest and my breath quickened. “Shit…” I let out weakly, then slowly moved forward. After a few steps, I suddenly realized what I’d seen and let out a soft laugh of relief.
“Your own damn reflection, you fucking pussy” Shaking my head, I turned away from the glass wall and headed for the stairs to the second floor. At the base of them, I stopped and shone my flashlight up. “Ooh, boy” I said quietly. Sitting next to the stairway like a sentry, was a huge, golden statue of a pharaoh. It towered over me, and I estimated that, were it be standing straight up, it’d easily be between eight and ten feet tall. It stared straight ahead at the wall ahead of it, and I couldn’t help but let out a small shiver as I stared at it. It just seemed so damn eerie in the dark, and I quickly moved past it, heading up the stairs and stepping out onto the second story balcony.
I shone my light around. Red seats again surrounded me, though this time far fewer. Ahead of me, I could see the balcony’s edge and the hulking shape of the main stage beyond. I could also see the beams of my friends’ flashlights playing over it, and hear both of their voices speaking softly. Deciding while I was up here to at least check out the projection booth, I strode over to the door and tried to turn the handle. It was locked. Feeling my irritation bubble over into exasperation, I jiggled the handle in some stupid attempt to open it. But the door stayed shut. I turned away and rubbed my eyes, again hearing the voices of my friends softly filtering up to me from down below.
“Hey, if there really are any ghosts, or spooks, or specters, or whatever in here? If you’re actually real, could you appear to us, please?” I whispered to no one, “That way my friends can get what they want and I can go home” I received only silence in reply. I hadn’t really expected anything, anyways. You know what? Screw this, I’m going back down there and telling them I’m going home, with or without them. This is beyond stupid, I just broke the law for what? For nothing! For something dumb as hell. And with that, I turned to walk away. But I hadn’t even taken a single step when something crashed into me like a wave. The breath was driven from my lungs as I felt a massive chill shoot through me, as though I’d been doused with ice water. “What the fuck?!” I hissed through gritted teeth, then froze, my eyes going wide. The feeling of being watched had returned with a vengeance, and it had seemingly been ramped up in its intensity. I shot a look around, but saw nobody.
Still, the feeling remained, and with each passing second, it almost seemed to grow stronger. Chill after chill rolled up my spine, and even though I didn’t really believe, something deep inside me told me that it was time to get out. Okay, time to leave, I said in my head, and headed quickly for the stairs. As I reached the head, I turned to look back one final time. That’s when I saw something. It disappeared when I aimed my flashlight at it, but I swear a second earlier it had been the outline of a person, standing in the shadows and watching me. The split second sight catapulted me into motion, and I hurried down the steps, shining my light every which way but loose. Believer or not, I knew something wanted us out. I’d planned on jumping off the second to last stair and running for the main theatre floor. But as I reached the bottom, I froze.
For a moment, I couldn’t place why. And then, the realization fell over me like a tsunami. I let out an involuntary gasp, and fear like I’d never felt before surged through me. I didn’t want to turn around and look. I wanted to pretend I hadn’t seen it. I desperately wanted to. But, like a dumbass character in a horror movie, I couldn’t help it. I needed to look. I slowly turned, aiming my flashlight back up. And I couldn’t help but let out a strangled scream, falling backwards over my own feet as I began to backpedal rapidly.
The statue of the pharaoh still sat where it had. It still towered over me, looking as imposing and eerie as ever. But it’s carved and painted eyes were no longer staring straight ahead at the wall. Instead, they had somehow moved. And when I’d turned, I’d come to find they were staring directly at me.
I scrambled to my feet, snatching the flashlight from the floor where I’d dropped it and aiming it at the statue again. It stared straight out at nothing again. But I knew what I’d seen. It hadn’t been a trick of my mind, or the light. The freaking thing’s eyes had moved to watch me as I passed down by it. I began to stammer out as I backed away from it. “Okay, that’s it, no no no no, we’re done here, fuck this shit, I’m officially a believer, we’re leaving, right now” I kept backing towards the doorway to the theatre, never taking my eyes off the statue. I was terrified I’d seen it suddenly stand up and turn to lumber after me like Boris Karloff or something.
The blaring sound of the theatre’s organ slashed through the silence, causing me to let out another strangled scream and jump almost a foot off the ground. I whipped around, thinking I would see my moronic friends tinkering with the instrument. Instead, I froze again. The theatre was no longer dark. Both of my friends had seemingly vanished from the room, as I could no longer see them. The movie screen had somehow been pulled down, and above me, I heard the whir of the movie projector playing. An old, black and white movie, one which had no sound, played on the screen, occasionally changing to show dialogue being displayed in white letters.
It was also no longer empty.
The entire theatre was packed. I saw people sitting at almost every single seat in the huge room. I could only see the backs of their heads as they watched the movie playing. At the edge of the stage, what looked like a man now sat at the organ, playing it in time with the film. A slapstick moment came across the screen, and the audience began laughing. In any other situation, it would’ve been a comforting sound. But at that moment, it was the most spine chilling sound I’d ever heard. Especially as another wave of realization crashed into me. From the little I could see, everyone in the theatre looked to be dressed in long passed fashions.
That’s when the voice, low and quiet, came from behind me. “Good evening, sir” it said. It sounded like a man’s voice, one rather low and deep pitched, but something about it paralyzed me on the spot. The voice continued, putting on an air of pleasant politeness. “We’re so glad you could make it, it’s been so long since we’ve had new patrons arrive at a showing. If I could just see your ticket, please?”
For a moment, I couldn’t speak. Then, I managed to squeak out two words. “Uh, ticket?” The tone of the voice seemed to change somewhat. “Yes, your ticket. That’s the only way you could’ve gotten in. Please, let me verify it and show you to your seat” Ohhh, shit. Whoever, or whatever the voice belonged to, thought I had shown up like a regular moviegoer. The voice’s tone became less polite. “You do have a ticket, right, sir?” I was beyond terrified to answer, but I was more terrified to remain silent. For a moment, I considered lying. But I feared what might happen if I did. So I told the truth.
“I….uh, I, uh….I don’t have a ticket, sir” I stammered out, my voice barely above a whisper. Instantly, all sound stopped in the room like someone had flipped a switch. “You…don’t have a ticket?” the voice said, all pretense of manners vanishing from it, “Then how did you get in here for the late night showing?” Oh, god. I forced myself to speak, still unable to say anything except the truth. “My…my friends and I….broke in…through the back door…to…ghost hunt…” There was silence for a few moments, and then a heavy hand dropped onto my shoulder. My head swiveled to look at it. Oh, fuck me sideways. It wasn’t a regular hand. It was a fucking claw. One with black skin, tipped with what looked like razor sharp nails. It sat there for a moment, then tightened; almost painfully so, making me let out a small whimper of pain.
That’s when I looked up. Everyone in the theatre had turned to look at me. My initial thought had been correct; they all wore clothing from almost a century ago, and not the stuff cosplayers wear, either. They also had very angry expressions on their faces, as if they’d just noticed the intruder among their midst. The voice finally came again, almost directly behind me. Its tone lowered, almost sounding guttural and animal, making my legs almost melt into jelly from the fear. “Then, might I make a suggestion to you and your trespassing little friends?” My breath came in rapid, ragged gasps, and I barely managed to force out the one word. “Yes?”
“LEAVE”
At the single word reply, which now more closely resembled a growl than a word, I did something I will forever wish I hadn’t. I finally turned and looked up at who was addressing me. The only way I can describe what happened is, my mind shattered. The next thing I remember, I was crashing into the back doors of the theatre into the night.
And I was screaming.
That was a month or so ago. When I’d stumbled back into the alley, I’d turned and, in what I can only call blind fear and panic, bolted for my truck. I hadn’t even heard my friends chasing after me. Not until Vinny caught up to me as I scrambled with my keys, grabbing me from behind and turning me to face him. He said the look I’d had on my face scared him and Natasha more than anything ever had before. I’d been pale as a sheet, my eyes wider than they ever thought a human’s could be. I'd been babbling softly. I’d been saying the words “They want us to leave” over and over. They didn’t ask me what had happened. They just pushed me into the backseat of my truck and drove away from there. It was clear, as I found out later on, that both of them hadn’t seen anything. As far as they were concerned before seeing me dash to the rear doors, it was just an empty theatre. Neither one of them ever asked me what I saw that night. And for that, I’m thankful. Because I could never utter from my lips what I did see.
But I’ve had nightmares since then. Horrible ones. Ones that’ve been so bad, I had to let out what happened to me, deciding to just post it here, regardless of whether people believe me or not.
Nightmares about being back in that theatre after hours. About seeing that pharaoh statue’s eyes flick in its painted sockets to look at me. About seeing all those people, people long since dead, sitting and watching the films they did when they were alive. About seeing that hand fall on my shoulder, hearing that voice, telling me not to come back until I have a ticket.
And about turning to see who the hand and voice belonged to.
The Egyptian Theatre will be celebrating its centennial this year. People are planning to show up in 1920s cars, dressed in period clothing. They’re even going to show an old, silent film as part of the festivities. But I won’t be attending it. I won’t ever go anywhere near it again. The one time I tried, a week or so ago, I started trembling with fear. And the mental image played over and over in my head.
The image of turning to see that horrible canine head attached to the human-like body, red, glowing eyes glaring down at me as it’s sharp teeth glinted in the light.
I pray to god I never will end up with a ticket to one of its late night showings.
But I can't help but fear that, like those packed into the theatre, sooner or later, we all will.

I'm tired of being alone, spending my weekend sitting at home, and just existing. But no matter what I do, nothing ever works out for me. I have tried everything to make friends at this point and nothing works. If something does happen, something always goes wrong. At this point I have a feeling its my destiny to be forever alone, I joke that I would have better lucky winning the lottery than making friends.
This past weekend is where these feelings came to a head, and I just have been numb to everything since. I'm not sure what else I can do, because the few times I felt like I became good friends with someone, they abandon me. Ill explain, but quickly I am in my mid twenties, and the other people mentioned are within 2 or 3 of my age currently.
Firstly, I had a friend I'll call Lav. Lav and I were friends for 1-2 years, we met online via one of many apps, I don't recall which. But we would talk almost daily via discord. With the Occasional Video and voice chats. We were both nerds and into art, and even did a live stream where we did a drawing collab with each other. We even did a gift exchange with each other Xmas of '21. Physically we lived 90ish minutes from each other and never had a reason to meet in person, we were both busy with work/school. this was until last summer when the Ren Fest opened for the season. We decided to meet at the ren fest and spend the day there. It was a fun trip, and I bought them some horns for their birthday. Besides being nervous I don't know what could have gone wrong, but they slowly stopped responding, and I haven't heard form them in a little under a year. Even when I sent this a Xmas gift this past year. When I try to message them, I just get left on read.
This past April I matched with a person on a dating app, Lets call them Violet. Violet and I got along great, they even brought up going on a date, which honestly cause me to panic a little since I never been on a date, this would be my first. But we managed to lock down a time, and we went on this date, we talked for hours and had dinner before I drove them home. We talked about meeting again, which we did next week. But just like Lav, Violet slowly stopped responding and without an explanation why.
Finally this is the thing that happened most recently, that is completely breaking me. This person I'll call Scarlet, and they live on the other coast of the US compared to me. We again met on an App, but we been chatting with each other almost daily for around 2-3 years at this point, and the past 2 Christmases we did gifts exchanges. While it was very unlikely we would have the time or reason to meet, being across the country, I considered them a great friend of mine that I could talk to about anything with. We have video and voice chatted, and I thought I knew them and who they were. Which is why this completely blind sided me.
I had a week of vacation time I had to use before a lost it, and I brought it up to them, and one thing leading to another we agreed to me flying over and visiting them for a week. I gave them 2 or 3 weeks to choose from and I took that week off. I spent almost 600 dollars buying tickets and travel items just to visit them and the city. And for the weeks leading up to it, we discussed what we planned todo for the week. When it can time to fly over, I got on the plane for the first flight and landed. Scarlet is a night owl and I assumed was still asleep when I first got on the plane, but sent them a message on discord before I left. when I landed for my lay over my next flight was delayed, so I tried to call them to let them know, but they didn't pick up, again chocking it up to them sleeping or napping, I sent a message on discord and got on the next flight. I didn't get any error message at this point to tell me something was wrong. My second flight went by, and I land and gathered my things from baggage claim, when I tried to contact them. And quickly found out they blocked me on everything.
This came so far out of the blue I didn't know what todo, and slowly started to spiral into a panic attack (or at least that's the only way I can explain it), my first ever. I was across the country, the person I was supposed to meet Abandoned me before I even Landed. and I didn't know what I was going todo. I just Broke, It was a good hour before someone even noticed my decent into this panic attack. I felt more helpless and alone than I ever had before. Luckily my airline was able to help me get the next flight home, and helped me through the panic attack, but I have been numb since.
I told myself that I wont give up, but its hard. I just feel that no matter what I do, I wont ever make true friends. Ill just be discarded the second they feel like it. I have been trying to make friends since the end of high school, and I can count on my fingers the amount of lasting connections I made, yet none of them really talk to me any more.
I'm lost and looking for any advice on where to go next. I'm tired and loosing the will to keep trying feeling like nothing is going to change. I'm tired of hearing about my siblings getting in and out of relationships while I cant even manage a friendship, especially when they lie about understanding about my situation.

Hey everyone,
I have a Mazda 3 (called Axela in my country) hybrid 2014 2L petrol/electric, with only 57,000 kms. I started noticing the engine running terribly at idle and surging, along with reduced power and heaps of shaking while driving. The check engine light has repeatedly come on with all different codes, including engine running too lean & not enough power. The driver alert comes on when the engine starts to run reaaal bad, stating "Hybrid system fault, pull over immediately".
I have taken it to 4 different mechanics including the dealer. The dealer says they want to replace the O2 sensors + MAF sensor but admitted they don't know if that will fix the problem, I said no as it would be $1500+.
Others have done things such as cleaning all connections + replacing spark plugs, resetting computer, cleaning MAF but all fixes keep the car running right for only a week or so. Sometimes when I turn the car on it runs fine for a while, sometimes the driver alert comes on immediately. I cannot really drive it anywhere beside the closest shop
Has anyone had the same problem or knows of this problem/any fixes? I am at a total loss of what to do now :/ Thanks heaps!
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Hello everyone, I don’t live in Korea but had the chance to meet a lot of Koreans due to helping out a friend at the Korean embassy. Online we keep hearing about how impossible it is to fit the standard so even though I wore something that suited me to my first meeting with them , i was worried considering I am a bit sensitive to comments about my appearance. What sparked this post is that I saw a TikTok informing people that Koreans you meet for the first time will ask about your weight, and some Koreans were disagreeing in the comments.
If you ever go to korea and think “oh they will say I am ugly to my face”, this is an uplift kind of post.
Quite the contrary happened to me. Let’s say i am considered average looks wise and I am jot skinny even to my more lax country’s standards . I was emotionally prepared for the “ you need to lose weight” comment but it didn’t happen. First thing they said “ you are very pretty” . The thing is with time and multiple encounters , i realized that the prettiness or ugliness factor is how well put together you look . Mind you, all the people i met come in different shapes and sizes and none of them fit the entire beauty standard . Even a lot of them looked normal and weighted as much as i do or close . Also mannerisms play a big role and wearing stuff that don’t accentuate your worst feature.
In summary, pretty= well mannered , put together, the kind girl next door vibe, putting thought into what you wear rather than your physical features .
Just thought of sharing my personal experience making nervous people like I was before my first meeting more comfortable .

When it comes to managing payroll for distributed teams, holidays and vacation time can indeed add a layer of complexity. This is primarily due to the differences in national and public holidays, vacation policies, and labor regulations across various countries or regions where your team members reside.

1. Different Public Holidays: Countries around the world have different public holidays. If your company policy is to pay employees for these days, it can be a challenging task to keep track of all the varying holidays and ensure that employees are correctly compensated. One way to manage this might be to set a standard number of paid holidays for all employees, regardless of location, or to adhere to the public holiday schedule of the company's home country. However, you'll need to ensure such policies comply with local labor laws.
2. Vacation Policies: Similarly, vacation policies can differ significantly between countries. Some countries mandate a minimum number of vacation days per year, while others leave it up to the discretion of the employer. As a result, your payroll management system needs to be flexible enough to account for these differences. Again, compliance with local laws is paramount.
3. Tracking Time Off: Accurately tracking time off is crucial for managing payroll in a distributed team. Various software solutions allow employees to log their vacation days, which can be automatically factored into the payroll system.
4. Leave Encashment: In some companies and jurisdictions, employees have the option to 'encash' their unused vacation days at the end of the year. Your payroll system should be equipped to handle such transactions if applicable.
5. Overtime and Holiday Pay: Certain jurisdictions require higher rates of pay for work done on holidays or beyond regular working hours. Your payroll system needs to account for these different rates and apply them correctly.

To effectively manage these aspects, companies often turn to robust payroll software or third-party payroll service providers, which can handle the intricacies of international payroll, including variations in holidays and vacation time.

It's universally known that the USA possesses an extremely car-centric society. The only truly pedestrian friendly city in the USA is New York City with Washington D.C coming in at a close second. The vast majority of urban centers in this country are accessible only to car and Victorville is a great example of this shitty system. Sure, we have sidewalks but they usually have dead-ends, are too narrow or are simply poorly maintained.
It especially sucks that as Victorville is expanding, the city council isn't doing anything to make the city more appealing. It's just more roads, more lanes, more carwashes, more gas stations and gigantic parking lots and shopping centers. With nearly all of the historic buildings being demolished, the city will basically just be a giant outdoor mall by 2030. The Electrical Grid also cannot keep up with the cities growth so rolling blackouts have become increasingly common in the past 3-4 years.
I really wish Victorville was a walkable city, it'd be cool if I could just bike to work everyday, it'd give me some much needed exercise, allow me to save gas money and so much more.

In a large group (50+ members) of like-minded individuals and one of the girls and I have sort of hit it off. I dm'd her and talked for a little bit (30ish messages) just kind've learning about each other. Once it reached a stopping point, i left it on open; but we still talk in the large group.
Here's the thing, she's 26 and i'm 22. She's not the type to go younger (she had stated in the group). Here's another part, she's across the country (USA).
I want to make my intentions clear, but at the same time make it known that I recognize the absurdity of the situation.
Is it a bad idea to basically reach out again and make it known i'm interested in her seriously. She's a very traditional woman (in terms of relationships).
What is the best way to go about this if i want to make it known I'm interested to gauge her interest level? I have nothing to lose really, but there are better ways to go about it than other ways.

What is the general drug policy of Norway?
I have heard the a long time ago your country somehow "decriminalized" drugs, is this actually correct?
What about "safe injection sites" as well?
Looking forward to your response.
Kind regards.

Concern of the day: 6-4-23 sunday
The gay/trans/cross dressing community:
weak times make weak men, strong times make strong men.
This is a weak time, no wars, no big conflicts in the usa so it is a weak time and has been for decades. Now we have to deal with the trans community, the lbtgq ...??? community, gay community demanding there rights!!!!!!
You would not have the rights that you have if it wasn't for the MEN WHO FOUGHT AND DIED FOR YOUR RIGHTS!!!!
why do you disregard these men of history who fought for your right to be idiots and un-manly and take away rights for the smart people of the world.
The people that are not a part of the zombie horde that is controlling the first world countries of the world...
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For context, we were dating for 1.5 years and we were pretty happy in the earlier parts of the relationship. We started as friends and developed into more over the course of 3 months in college. We have a lot of shared interests and we handled arguments pretty easily together. We took things slow in our relationship to build a good foundation and we were really in love with each other. We have really crazy once in a lifetime memories together that I don't think either of us could forget about.
Towards the ends of our relationship (the last month of it) I was putting too much pressure on her to spend more time with me and I would check in on her too much while she was out with friends making sure she was okay. It wasn't crazy person levels of checking in but it was enough to make her uncomfortable/annoyed with me doing it. I ended up being pretty clingy for the past month we were together, before that I still asked if she wanted to hangout too much but I wasn't nearly as needy back then. After a I bothered her two nights in a row she said she has lost romantic feelings for me. Obviously it was because I was being needy and I sought out a lot of time together rather than quality time together. We tried to make things work for a week but by then she said she wants to break up. I didn't fight her breakup since it seemed like she needed the space and I didn't want to make her stick in a situation where she wasn't happy. She was really sad during the breakup and didn't wish we had to but she felt like it would be inevitable if we didn't. We both handled it very maturely and remain on good terms.
After we broke up, we mostly cut contact, but I sent like 2 total texts at different times near the beginning of the breakup saying that I missed her and she's in my thoughts and I love her to let her know she is cared for, nothing like begging for her back. She responded in kind with stuff like "It's been really hard" and "I miss/love you too." We also ran into each other at the gym on a few occasions and said hi. At one point we arranged a meetup to walk my dog together and on it she said that she would be willing to try the relationship again when summer ends with a fresh start and that she doesn't know if she's ready to talk yet since she is still grieving the breakup and it feels too fresh to do anything together (this was 3 weeks post breakup). She said she would probably be ready to talk again when school ended which is next week. I have barely talked to her and just been giving her as much space as I'm able to since it's what she wanted. A few days ago (week 5 of the breakup) I dropped off a jacket I thought was hers (turns out it wasn't) a scarf I got for her and a letter. This letter wasn't an attempt to get her back, the contents of it were just me apologizing for where I went wrong in the relationship and that I would approach the relationship differently and I hope we can start building up a friendship and whatever happens happens. It was short, sweet, and sincere.
She texted me saying "Thanks for thinking of me, that's really nice of you. I appreciate the letter also." She also was laughing because it wasn't her sweater and said I can come around to pick it back up before she leaves for the summer and she walked out to hand it to me, not leaving it at doorstep. Almost all of her texts have been friendly (hearts and smiley faces) and straight forward, telling me kinda what she wants/needs. She also kept up the majority of our photos together up online and hasn't removed me from any of her social media. We can contact each other at any time and I'm sure she would respond fairly quick.
I really have taken a lot of time to evaluate why I felt the way I did in those moments and what would be different this time and I think I have become a genuinely better person and could be a better partner and I learned what healthier boundaries are. I can give more info into the relationship in comments if needed. I was thinking that I could reach out sometime in the next week or two to start actually talking again slowly and build up rapport to get a connection between us. She is going to be going across the country where she doesn't really know anyone over the summer for an internship so I'm assuming that she would appreciate someone to talk to when there isn't going to be many people where she is.
She has not been with any guys and doesn't participate in any hookup culture so I know she didn't leave me to be with anyone else, so just don't bother putting that in the comments.
Also, as another bit of background, towards the beginning of our relationship I drank too much alcohol at threw up at her place which made her really upset and she broke up and we talked it out a few days later and got back together, so she is isn't a one and done kinda person. She also was really upset that before the breakup I said breakups are final to me since she still wanted me in her life, but in one of my few messages to her I apologized for saying that and I would still like to be in each other's life (I originally said that because my last ex made life hell being off/on). Her parents had also broken up multiple times and gotten back together so maybe that is something to consider so she *probably* also shares the view that you can get back together.
If we got back together I think it would be for good this time and we wouldn't continue a pattern of breaking up only to get back together. I do think this breakup has been healthy for me and needed, I would just like the chance to get back together.
Tldr: My ex lost feelings but we remained kind together and I want to know if it's possible to get back together.
My question is if it sounds like I have a good chance of getting back together as well as what would be the best way to reach out to herebuild a connection?

What if Paik Jong Won suddenly gets dropped off in a completely new country? Paik Jong Won is the top restaurateur in Korea. However, if he were to find himself in a country on the other side of the world where they don’t know anything about Korean food, will he be able to run a business and survive? In a place where he doesn’t speak the language and has no popularity to rely on, he must build a business from the ground up. Nothing is scripted and everything is one-hundred percent real. Will Paik Jong Won be able to reach world-class fame with his food business? The story of the Business Genius’ new store opening begins now.

Cast:

• Baek Jong Won
• Lee Jang Woo
• John Park
• Yuri
• BamBam

Info/Torrent	Streaming	Subs
720p-NEXT	VIU	[pending]

LPI (LP Information)' newest research report, the “Railway Vehicle Braking System Industry Forecast” looks at past sales and reviews total world Railway Vehicle Braking System sales in 2022, providing a comprehensive analysis by region and market sector of projected Railway Vehicle Braking System sales for 2023 through 2029. With Railway Vehicle Braking System sales broken down by region, market sector and sub-sector, this report provides a detailed analysis in US$ millions of the world Railway Vehicle Braking System industry.
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