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GAME SWAP THREAD!
Shipping is included in the price (unless otherwise specified)

I'm open to offers

Misc

• River City Girls 1 Commemorative NES Box + Soundtrack CD NEW(it doesn't include the game, it was a convention exclusive item) (PICS) : 40 shipped

Playstation 4/ PS3

• Worse than death(new): 45 shipped
  
• Inside iam8bit edition (new): 35 shipped
  
• Dark Devotion NEW: 70 shipped
  
• Dangun Feveron NEW: 65 shipped
  
• River City girls PAX variant ps4 NEW: 55 shipped
  
• Control Ultimate Edition NEW: 18 shipped
  
• Cotton Fantasy Strictly Limited Games Version NEW ( this version includes Manual): 45 shipped
  
• Revenge of the bird king (new)(PICS) : 50 shipped OBO
  
• Divinity Original Sin (CIB but doesn't work, the disc doesn't have any large scratch but doesn't work on my ps4 pro)(PICS):13 shipped
  
• Arcana Hearts 3 CIB (the art label has some water damage on the back) (PICS):25 shipped
  

Playstation 1/2

• Ape Escape 3 (CIB, Resurfaced, the data area looks almost pristine, It had some very light cracks in the center but applied a bit of glue as a precaution, the DVD was tested and works fine) (PICS)): 50 shipped

3DS/DS:

• New 3ds Black Friday edition, console( TN displays, bottom one has screen protector) + original stylus + additional Mario faceplates + Generic charger + Mario Maker loose : 250 shipped F&F (PICS))

Switch:

• The Legend of Zelda Tears of the Kingdom Wood Plaque Nintendo Switch GameStop BonusNEW : 35 shipped
• Shadow man Remastered classic edition NEW : 110 shipped
• Darkwood (PICS)): 100 shipped
• Shantae Risky's Revenge PAX Oversized GB Edition NEW: 55 shipped (PICS))
• Shantae PAX Oversized GB Edition NEW: 55 shipped (PICS))
• Streets of Rage 4 Collector's edition (with Statue) CIB: 110 + shipping
• Mighty Fight federation CIB: 40 shipped (PICS))
• Turok (regular foil cover edition) NEW: 50 shipped
• Turok Classic Edition NEW (PICS): 110 shipped
• Furi definitive edition NEW (PICS): 80 shipped
• Travis Strikes Again: No More Heroes New (PICS): 50 shipped

Gameboy/ Advance:

• Dracula Densetsu II JP version of Castlevania II: Belmont's Revenge (Box, manual and cartridge, the box has some damage on the front and a bit sun faded on the sides)(PICS): 60 shipped
• Konami Krazy Racers PAL version CIB(PICS): 50 shipped
• Lady Sia PAL version loose(PICS): 22 shipped

Wii/ Wii U:

• Silent hill Shattered memories (Box only, has some water damage steins) (PICS): 20 shipped

Nintendo 64:

• Ogre Battle 64 Registration card only(loose): 45 shipped ( or will trade for Goemon 64/Adventure registration card)

SNES/ Super Famicom:

• Soul Blazer Box ( Original box cut inside a plastic rental box, it looks quiet neat) (PICS): 27 shipped OBO

PC ENGINE/DUO:

• Arcade Card DUO (PICS): 70 shipped

Original Xbox:

• Monster Braided Component cable (high quality cable) (PICS): 65 shipped

Xbox 360:

• Lost Odyssey ( Box + Manual + disc 3 and 4, also includes disc 1 but doesn't work)(PICS): 15 shipped

I am currently on a Push / Pull split with goals of achieving:

1. 1 Hand Stand Push Up
2. 5 Second Front Lever
3. 1 One Arm Pull Up

I have been wanting to see what people thought of my current routine below in terms of achieving these strengths. My routine below consists of:
Push

Front Lever Progression	Half-Lay	2 x 6-8 Seconds
Full Front Lever	Black Band	2 x 10-12
Front Lever Negatives	Tuck	2 x 3-5
Front Lever Rows	Tuck	2 x 5
One Arm Chin Up	4 Fingers	3 x 3-5
Ring Curls (Bicep Variation)		2 x 12-15

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Pull

Tuck HS (Chest to Wall)		3 x 15-20 Seconds
Wall Head Stand Push Up	3 s Eccentric	4 x 3-5
Elevated Pike Push Up	Parallettes	3 x 8
Tuck Planche	Parallettes	3 x 8-10
Tuck Planche Push Up	Parallettes	3 x 5
L-Sit	Parallettes	3 x 10-12 Seconds

​

• Rest of 2-3 min between strength exercises.
• Core and Leg exercises not shown.
• Sets and reps are dynamic depending on the week and how I am feeling for that day.
• This is mainly for a block focusing on strength rather than hypertrophy
• Week Schema : Mon-Push, Tues- Pull, Wed-Rest, Thurs-Push, Fri-Pull, Rest, Rest.

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Would you consider this a feasible program? I am open to all perspectives and willing to try new things.

I got a first DUI and hit-and-run/minor property damage about a week before Christmas in Tennessee. I drank several beers that afternoon at home, went out about 7 for dinner, drank more at two different bars, and clipped about ten bricks off of a retaining wall at the adjacent condo complex, and not knowing who to contact, came home and went to bed.
The police show up about an hour later, but I was already asleep, so didn't hear them knocking. I suspect it was someone's Ring camera, but I have no idea who/what detected me. Somehow, they found out my mother's cell phone number (I live about twenty minutes away), called her repeatedly, and wanted to see if she knew my whereabouts. They were threatening to "kick the door down" under the auspices of a "welfare check" saying "I tore down a wall and that they were concerned about my safety."
The wall was not "torn down," some bricks were dislodged off the top of it where I clipped it with one side of the car. The damage to the car was superficial. The police said the damage occurred to the rear of the car - the damage was actually on the front. There was no reason to think that I was in any danger, or that a crime was being actively committed in the home to warrant "kicking the door down." Everything they were saying was either heavily embellished or an outright lie.
Eventually, my mom calls me enough times to wake me up. I go down to the door, talk to the police, perform poorly on FSTs, get arrested for DUI, despite (as far as I still know) the police having no proof that I was actually driving the vehicle at the time of the hit, or on my way home.
I talked to about five attorneys, and finally settled on one, though DUI specialists in this rural area are limited. He seemed to think the unique circumstances of the case offered avenues to defense. He was fairly reasonable - about $2,000. He had over 150 Google five star reviews, and a similar number on a legal review site. That was all I knew to do.
The first court date was in the middle of February. BAC wasn't back yet - to be expected. He said he'd contact me when it comes in - continuance was until near the end of April. About a week before the second appearance, I hadn't heard anything back, and asked him to follow up with the DA office. It came back at .23, over the .20 threshold in TN for seven consecutive day jail sentence, but the lab report was dated three days after the original court date in February. I asked him why he didn't put a reminder on his Outlook a month after the original court date to follow up - he said "he forgot."
Had I not pressed him on the BAC, it's unlikely I would have known anything prior to court and gotten a "surprise."
I offered numerous defense strategies. Maybe someone else drove my car, hit the wall, took me home, left my car, and took their own car home. That's plausible. Maybe I drank more at home, raising my BAC (at this point - I don't remember if I did or not). Maybe there could be Fourth Amendment issues in how the police obtained my mother's number within an hour, and issues with them threatening to break the down door when all they knew for certain at the time they came to my home was that there was minor damage to community property. I'm guessing now police are allowed to kick doors down for minor damage like this?
We go in on the second court date and get another continuance until about mid-May.
He wanted an additional $10,000 retainer to take it to trial. I talked to a couple more attorneys in the couple weeks I had, but decided there wasn't enough time, didn't want to bring another attorney in from square one, and I didn't want to drag this out for another year or more.
With the weird circumstances and potential weaknesses in the prosecution's case, I figured I might get at least the seven days knocked down to two. Wrong. Here's what I ended up getting. I report to jail tomorrow.
1) Seven consecutive days jail - no option for multiple weekends. Because I work from home, work release is also not an option. I started a new job shortly after the arrest (the prior job was the biggest contributor to all the stress-induced drinking at the time), and basically every bit of time off for my first six months has gone to either the jail sentence or court dates.
2) A year of supervised probation, though the PO is saying once a month call ins would be fine once everything else is satisfied. Hopefully all this will be done late summeearly fall.
3) A year IID and a restricted license.
4) 24 hours community service. This is usually three, eight hour trash pickups, probably done on Saturdays.
5) 12 hour DUI school (Monday/Tuesday evenings, two weeks in a row). Drug and alcohol assessment. Victim impact panel.
Costs.
1) Attorney $2,000
2) Fines and court costs $1,166.50
3) Probation and classes ~$840
4) Fee to get restricted license - $67, plus whatever the reinstatement fee is next year.
5) IID - ~$1,500 that I've calculated so far.
6) Insurance increased from $325/six months to $750/six months. Agent since I turned 18 when I lived in the area dropped me. Still, that's better than it was when I moved back to TN about six years ago with no DMV issues. This is probably fairly reasonable.
None of the classes, trash pickup, etc., can be done while in jail, AFAIK. It would have been nice to get those out of the way this week.
IMO, this is a hard hit for a first with minor damage. Yes, I had been risking one with reckless behavior for the last few months of last year as stress went out of control, but this would be life-ruining for people that don't have the work flexibility I have.
People say to get an attorney, but the attorney was absolutely worthless. He didn't contact the DA on the BAC. I asked him about work release, and told him to explain that I WFH to the work release officer. He didn't mention that - I called the work release officer myself, and he mentioned the WFH issue, the attorney never did. After the plea, I got a ten day court order to get the restricted license, but the interlock place couldn't get to it until day #9. Day #10 was a Saturday. He said he'd normally get the second court order when he was in court, but since he was out of town on vacation (and he obviously knew this prior to the plea), that I'd need to get on the docket and wait. I ended up calling the judge's secretary, the judge signed it, and I picked it up at the clerk's office. I'm amazed one of his staffers couldn't just pick it up on his behalf.
The attorney offered nothing but platitudes, caused delays and other issues for administrative things that likely wouldn't have happened if I handled things myself. He didn't get me a better deal - technically, while I got state minimums, I probably would have gotten the same deal anyway.
The responding officer that night could have easily cited me for the hit-and-run and left. Clearly I wasn't going anywhere. The fact that the police will "kick the door down" for minor property damage on a retaining wall at night in a community property condo complex is terrifying to me. I've been wanting out of this area for quite awhile for various reasons, but this was the last straw. Once the post-sentence stuff is taken care of, the PO doesn't mind if I move as long as I remain in touch until it rolls off next year.
Does anyone else think they got completely railroaded?

I have rounded shoulders and APT that I’m trying to fix. I’ve been working on breathing diaphragmatically as I noticed that I normally breathe with my chest/shoulders which causes lots of tension in those areas, and I’ve read that fixing APT is crucial in order to efficiently breathe from the diaphragm instead of the chest/shoulders. However, I work a desk job and normally sit in a slouched position with my back leaning against the back of the chair and pelvis posteriorly tucked under. How should I properly sit in my chair if I’m trying to fix APT? I’ve read that you should sit with your butt/hips as far back as possible to avoid slouching and align your spine, but when I do this I feel like i’m in an APT position. Wouldn’t this worsen my standing APT? I’m confused because I would think that sitting with posterior pelvic tilt would help my standing APT, not worsen it. Those of you with APT - any tips on how to sit properly to help fix it?

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Memory transcription subject: Martin Russo, Human Refugee
Date [standardized human time]: December 14th, 2136
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The initial search through the offers is not going well.
“What about John Hopkins University?”
“Pre-approved for their internal loan program.”
“University of California Berkeley?”
“Pre-approved for their internal loan program.”
“Dartmouth?”
“It’s pronounced Dartmouth, and they’ll help talk to the bank to take out a loan.”
“Are there any universities in your entire tribe that don’t want us to take out huge expensive loans?!”
“No.”
With a frustrated yell, Vilek throws herself on a chair. Thiva sighs and crosses more names off the list.
I was expecting this. The US and its wretched predatory profit-based educational system is a non-starter. I am not saddling the lambchops with about a million dollars of debt. Each.
At least I’m unlikely to have to pay my own student loans back, what with my debt holder being a smoking crater.
“Hey, this is promising!” Thiva’s ears perk up. “I told Johan we were looking into education on Earth and he said he’d see if he could talk to some people at Lund University. They sent us an offer, check it out!”
“Lund University. That’s in Sweden…” I’m reading the letter rapidly on Thiva’s pad and getting more excited the more I read. “They’ve got both therapist and engineering courses. And they’re willing to transfer your credits and give you both full-ride scholarships, as long as you’re willing to start the term early and ‘establish a baseline of knowledge’. And they’ll split your classes into morning and evening so you don’t have to run double-claw studies like we usually do… And they’ll even have the UN pay for housing and transportation to Earth? Jesus Christ, that’s… really damn good.”
Vilek perks up too, both of them watching me closely now with wagging tails. “So what’s the catch?”
I read it again. Slowly and carefully. And I find myself faced with a bastard of a choice. “Well for a start… this says nothing about me.”
​
Vilek and Thiva are running the math. It’s not looking good. “What if we sell your house? That should give us plenty of money, right?”
“Vansi still owns it, even if she’s never setting foot there again. How about a loan?”
“Nah, that was the first thing I checked. Banks aren’t issuing loans right now. Even taking out any money is hard. With the economy in freefall they don’t want to encourage a bank run.”
I chime in unhelpfully. “And I don’t think they want to give out a loan for a one-way ticket someplace they can’t make us pay it back.”
Thiva pouts with frustration. “That too. Ughh, this was such a good opportunity, too!”
“It is. So maybe you girls should go anyway.”
Thiva’s eye locks onto me right away. “No.”
“I’m just saying-”
“No, I’m not leaving you alone here! I can just finish school here, and…”
“…and leave Vilek alone on Earth instead? No, you two should stay together. I can house-sit Thiva’s place and try to find a job. Maybe get enough money for you girls to head back during summer and winter breaks.”
“I told you it’s not my place, it’s Vansi’s.”
“And she’s welcome to it as soon as she gets out of jail.”
Vilek flicks her tail-tip with uncertainty, ears moving thoughtfully. “…Are you sure this is our best bet?”
“I’m pretty sure it is. And we don’t have a lot of time to look for alternatives. Says here you guys will be working with a pair of tutors to make sure your knowledge base is up to spec, and that’d start in just a few days.”
They’re my friends, and they have an amazing opportunity here. I have to be strong. It’s what’s best for them. It’s just a year or two.
It’s not like I’ve barely survived the last month and a half on this wretched rock.
​
Date [standardized human time]: December 15th, 2136
​
Today’s physical therapy session is in my room. If I were hoping that’d lead to less pain, I would’ve been wrong. “C’mon, keep pulling your leg back! That’s the way!”
My arch-nemesis is currently leaning on my leg and levering it back toward my torso with her entire weight, and is encouraging me to pull back with both arms too. I’m pulling like a beast, teeth gritted so hard I think they might crack. “don’t… fucking… say it…”
My vision is blacked out from the sheer goddamn agony, while Chasa cheerfully encourages me. “Gold star, Martin! Do it for the gold star!”
But it’s the only way I’ll be able to restore a normal range of motion without lopping my limbs off and going for prosthetics. “mother… fucking… hate you…”
Which I can’t afford. And besides, upper prosthetics are nowhere near as advanced as people think. “That’s the way! Alright you can let go now, you did an amazing job!”
I collapse back immediately and straighten my leg. Opening my eyes I can see white stars dancing in my vision. Chasa pads up the bed and licks her paw before stroking it through my hair, giving me another cowlick. “Good boy, I’m so proud of you!”
I am defeated. “…thanks.”
“Hey, uh, is this a bad time?”
I blink at the familiar voice and turn my head. Mosun’s standing there with a confident expression, and Jarkim is right beside him. They both look good, far better than me at least. Jarkim’s got bandages on his leg and Mosun’s got a clavicle brace, but they’re both mobile.
Chasa gingerly climbs down from the bed and moves over to my file. “Nope! We were just done for the paw, except I was gonna give Martin his gold star~! He loves the gold stars!”
“…I am going to eat you.”
Jarkim squawks with alarm at my threat to my Zurulian nemesis. She is undeterred and cheerfully says “No you’re not.”
Jarkim speaks up. “Aren’t you… concerned, about him using that sort of language?”
Chasa stretches idly before placing the shiny sticker on my file. I’ve still got one for every session. “Nah, he doesn’t mean it. Threats and cursing are proven to help human pain responses, that’s all! He’s a big softy; I’ve got him eating out of my paw.”
I try to sound disagreeing but it comes out as a rather pathetic whine. “…I’m an apex predator…”
​
“So you were both discharged?”
Mosun flicks his ear affirmative. “I was in for a paw longer than Jarkim was, but we’re out and healing now. It’ll be another thirty-ish paws before my collarbone’s fully fixed up, but I can return to daily life.”
That’s an insanely short time to recover from a shattered collarbone, but I suppose the medi-teddies are the leading health care providers in the galaxy for a reason.
I nod. “Well, that’s good. The rest of the posse doing okay?”
Jarkim moves a wing in the positive. “Hanya got in contact with that human you mentioned, doctor Eriksson. She seems positive about it. Slavik’s back on their farm.”
I nod. “So what are you guys gonna do? I, uhh, I don’t know what you do for work, Mosun, but I think Jarkim’s out of a job.”
Mosun grins, before getting a thoughtful look and tapping his leg a few times on the floor. “I drive around stocking vending machines, so nothing that matters. But I’ve been teaching Hanya a little, like she asked. And I think… I think I’d rather like to start a Dance school. So I’ll be saving up a bit and getting it set up while I heal.”
It’s clear he doesn’t mean ballet, but I make sure to censor myself around Chasa just in case her cheerful disposition toward humans doesn’t carry on to ‘primitives’. “I think that’s a fantastic idea. I know there are a ton of humans who’d be lining up for a chance to learn your culture’s Dances. Yotul too, obviously. And Hanya’s shown there’s interest from other sapients too…”
Jarkim clacks his beak twice before speaking. “I’ll go work on Slavik’s farm for a while to pay them back, and to stay airborne. But after that… I want to help people. And I’ve still got contacts. So I was thinking of setting up a sort of troubleshooting agency. People could come to me with problems, and I’d try to help them out.”
I laugh, but quickly reconsider as my body protests the action. It’s the most stereotypical ex-cop thing he could do! “You’re gonna become a freaking private eye?!”
Jarkim looks me dead-on and deadpan. “…What’s a private eye?”
​
Date [standardized human time]: December 19th, 2136
​
My fingers run through Vilek and Thivas’ fur slowly. I have been discharged from the hospital, but I’m still going to be in for physical therapy every other paw for the foreseeable future. Right now, though, I am relaxed. “How long, now?”
Vilek answers. “Half a claw.”
That’s not a lot of time, but I am determined to not ruin it with a foul mood. “Mm… You girls all packed?”
“There’s not a lot to pack. We’re getting most everything once we’re there.”
“Mm.”
Thiva’s currently quietly crying onto my shirt. “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too, lambchop. But I’ll feel better with you two together, and doctor Eriksson is in Lund, so you can have in-person sessions.”
“And you’re sure you can’t come with?”
I shake my head. “Unless you got any new ideas. Besides, moving between human nations is a pain in the ass. I can’t get in as a refugee. Sweden’s been strict about refugees since before the Satellite War: I set foot on Venlil Prime first and VP’s been willing to house me, so that means according to Sweden and most other nations that I have to stay here until I can go back to the US.” Fucking ‘first safe harbor’ laws. “And since I’m a citizen of the United States of America I can’t move to Sweden on my own anyway. At least not without having a job or family or something there.”
Thiva looks up at me and says softly “…We’re family, right?”
Oh, wow, okay. I bite my lip for a second to keep from crying. It mostly works. “Yeah, of-of course we are. But that’s not how they see it. Don’t worry, we’ll try to figure something out. We just need to be patient.”
She gives a soft and sad sigh. I scratch behind her ears and look over at Vilek.
​
Vilek gives a soft beep and leans her head against my other hand. “Do you know a lot about the place?”
I shake my head. “Almost nothing. Lund’s a city in Sweden, and Lund University is around five hundred years old. Before going to Venlil Prime I had never left the US, which is almost as far from Sweden as you can go before you start getting closer again. But it was practically untouched by the extermination fleet, and the people are famous for being friendly.”
Even that much I had to search online to learn. The stereotype that Americans can’t tell Swedes from Swiss might not be true but it’s apparently not as far off as I thought.
“You’ll be studying one claw, then a break claw, then another claw of study, then you have three claws off. These six-claw periods are a day. You’ll study five days, then have two days to yourselves.”
Vilek whistles a soft laugh. “So there’s a lot of time to recover.”
“Remember, humans tend to sleep for eight hour stretches. So most people sleep eight hours, study or work eight hours, and have the remaining eight for transportation and personal stuff.”
“Hopefully that’s not going to be a problem…”
“I managed to adjust to VP’s time, I’m sure you’ll manage Earth’s. Worst case scenario, there’s coffee. Every student lives on coffee. And there’s soda, and potato chips, and curry. There are so many tasty things that you girls will adore trying on Earth.”
Thiva wags her tail softly, looking up at me. “You make us sound like gluttons.”
“No, I’m saying I miss those things because Venlil food sucks.”
Both girls play-push me and bleat with protest, making me laugh.
Mary mother of God I am going to miss them.
“Speaking of that, it smells like the food’s done.”
“Huh? I don’t smell anything?” Thiva gives me her most deadpan expression of confusion, and I roll my eyes at her and gently pinch the tip of her ear to pay back her jest. That elicits an adorable little squeak, and I smile while I get up and grab my crutch. I won’t be able to walk unaided for a long time, perhaps ever. I’m okay with that. I kinda want to have a walking stick anyway. A classy wooden one, like Tom’s.
Maybe I can be the first human with a walking stick made from Venlil wood?
​
I put out the spread. Cooking has been an extra pain in the ass with my injuries, but I’ll be damned if that’s going to stop me.
I present the plated-up meal on the table by the couch with a small flourish. “Here we go, girls. This is the meal I was going to make for you before things got… hectic. Tomato focaccia and pasta alla norma. And to drink, wine. That’s a fermented drink from the juice of grape berries. This particular wine is a variety called Nerello Mascalese, from my family’s ancestral home of Sicily.”
Vilek wags her tail as she leans forward. “This focaccia looks sort of like Strayu, but with a bunch of stuff on top?”
“It’s a sort of bread, almost all human cultures have some variation on bread. I’ve topped it with cherry tomato fruits, rosemary herbs, and kosher salt.”
The lambchops look at it with excitement, and Thiva’s the first to tear off a bit and place it on her outstretched tongue. She rolls it into her mouth and starts chewing, and her ears perk up and her tail wags at once. Her eyes half-close and she looks like she’s melting. “Ohhhh Protector… it’s so sweet, and salty, and juicy, and-and-and-”
Vilek excitedly tears off a piece for herself and plops it into her mouth. I’m rewarded for my hard work with an adorable squeal of joy from her, and she takes a second piece and shovels it into her mouth too. Only after swallowing does she focus an eye on me. “If I didn’t already want to mate with you beforehand, this ‘focaccia’ would’ve sealed the deal!”
I find myself blushing rather hard, and simply take a small bit of the bread for myself wordlessly. Thiva and Vilek both whistle a laugh.
​
After having thoroughly sampled the bread Thiva pokes at the pasta dish with a claw. “So what’s this other stuff? It looks utterly wild!”
I smile at the two, letting my explanation cool my jets a bit. “Pasta is made by combining a ground wheat powder with water, and then shaping the resulting dough and boiling it. Here I’ve combined it with a sauce made with tomato fruit and herbs, as well as a spongy and nutritious plant called eggplant. You guys don’t seem to mind bitter plants, so I figured it might be a good idea. Finally, it’s got a vegan ricotta made with almond nuts, lemon juice, and garlic powder… and basil, a wonderfully fresh leafy herb. This is a classic meal from Sicily, modified the tiniest bit for my herbivorous lambchops.”
The two take a pair of spoons and scoop up some of the mixture, making sure to get a bit of everything. They look at each other and, on an unspoken signal, put the food in their mouths.
They squeal and gasp. Vilek even squirms happily in her seat, while Thiva just wags her tail rapidly and moves her ears in slow little circle motions as she chews. Vilek’s the first to speak up. “…this is absolutely crazy, there are so many flavors… all at once! But I can taste each one…”
I pour some of the wine into their glasses, wincing a bit at having to awkwardly brace the heavy bottle in both hands.
I know the Venlil can hold their alcohol well enough to make the Irish blush, so I’m not concerned about that part. Having tried Venlil drink once, I am mostly curious as to if the lambchops will be able to appreciate the complexity of something that doesn’t taste like everclear and paint thinners.
As they take small sips, I needn’t have worried. Thiva in particular bleeps with joy and perks her ears. “Oohh… that’s rich! There’s sweetness, and acidity, and a sort of dried herb taste underneath it all?”
Vilek adds her own opinion, but is slower with it. “There’s a sort of earthiness… and I can taste it a little differently just by holding my mouth near the glass… that’s wild. It goes really, really well with the food too…!”
I laugh quietly. “Heh… I’m glad you girls enjoy it. Just make sure to leave some room for dessert. There will be chocolate cake.”
Thiva tilts her head. “You humans have meals for after your meals?”
“Only for special occasions. Don’t worry, you’ll love it.”
​
“It looks like dirt.”
“Wet dirt.”
I wait patiently with a small smile. They load their spoons with some of the moist, spongy chocolate cake and the rich frosting that I’ve so lovingly slaved over. And into their mouths it goes. I wait for the reaction.
It does not disappoint.
“MMHH!!!” “MMFF-MFFH!!”
They immediately start devouring their dessert, while I grin. “Well girls, If you don’t want the ‘dirt’ I’ll be glad to take it off your paws.”
They quickly protest. “Don’t you dare!” “Yeah, we’re keeping the whole thing! This stuff is better than mating!” “How would you know? You’ve never even done it!” “Yeah okay, but am I wrong?” “…I didn’t say that!”
Laughter and whistling fills the room. As far as last meals together goes, this one is going about as well as I could’ve hoped.
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We’re standing outside. We’re beside the politely impatient cab driver that’ll take the girls the first leg of their journey to the space port and on to Earth. Thiva’s crying again and clinging to me. It hurts, but I grin and bear it.
Vilek smiles, the human expression looking a bit foreign on her face. “…You promise you’ll be okay? I… I need to hear you say it.”
Thiva flicks her ear and tail. “Yeah. W-We can still change our minds, if… If you need us.”
I have no goddamn idea what I am going to do after you girls step into that cab.
I smile at my beloved lambchops, give them a warm hug, a pair of quick kisses on their cheeks.
And I lie to their faces.
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine without you.”
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Ok so I have read so many tips and watched so many videos, so I'm not really sure if anyone will be able to help me but I might as well try. Trying to get the disc in right is driving me crazy!!! I'm using the salt disc in the regular size. I have a very high uterus. For me it is a bit difficult to even reach my uterus. I have an IUD in and sometimes I can barely even feel the strings. When I got it in my gyno didn't say anything about my uterus being tilted but honestly I feel like there's so much helpful info we're just not told so I wouldn't be surprised if she just kept it to herself. So anyway. I'm trying to tilt downwards as much as I can, I am lubing it, I do kegels while I push it in. Everytime I take it out, all the blood is still all on the outside of the disc. What's odd is the first time I did this and I didn't know it was in wrong it actually didn't leak. Like all day, and then suddenly it all came out. When I pulled it out, all the blood was on the outside so I think the bottom of the disc was just acting like a dam. When it's in all the way and tucked, if I check under the disc and try to feel if it's back enough, I can kind of feel the ututerus and it almost feels like maybe the disc just isn't pushed back far enough? But I can't push it farther. So idk if that indicates my ututerus is tilted but I think I need the pro tips. Does anyone have any advanced techniques? I really really don't want to go back to tampons and my flow is so heavy. Also because I have the IUD the cup scares the crap out of me so I really want this to work!!!

I don't know if it's me, but I felt like there was a lot of basketball to play when Miami forced a Murray turnover under the Nuggets basket. Duncan had just hit a three cutting the lead to 9 and there was still 1:19 to go with possession. With another three, it could be a 6-pt game, and yet, they were playing Highsmith and Lowry while Butler was on the bench.
Instead of Spo taking a timeout to put Butler back in and draw a play, Bam took an incredibly ill-advised midrange and Lowry fouled KCP, which more or less sealed the game. Then a weird Caleb Martin 3 and another take foul killed it all. It was so uncharacteristic of Miami. I know the odds were still long at that point, but still, this was a Finals game at home.
https://www.espn.com/nba/playbyplay/_/gameId/401544848

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The Glamour Girls (Leilani Kai & Judy Martin) celebrate their win
Like most women's wrestlers of the era Leilani Kai & Judy Martin broke into the business through The Fabulous Moolah, who essentially had a monopoly on women's wrestling in the US & had a long list of predatory behavior (trigger warning SA). After years of Moolah stealing half their pay, the duo parted ways with Moolah. They changed their looks, paired up with Jimmy Hart & became The Glamour Girls.
Using that name they experienced the most success of the career. They were awarded the WWF World Women's Tag Team Championship & held the titles for over two years. Part of the reason behind the longevity of their reign was due to a lack of competition. Martin & Kai had the idea to start utilizing talent from Japan. After initially being rebuffed by Vince McMahon eventually Pat Patterson signed off on the idea.
Enter The Jumping Bomb Angels (Itsuki Yamazaki & Noriyo Tateno). Martin & Kai found the right dance partners with the tag team from Japan. They would have a series of the matches starting in mid 1987 all across the country. In a show stealing performance The Angels captured the titles at the 1988 Royal Rumble with the plan being for The Glamour Girls to win the titles back at WrestleMania V.
On the tail end tour of Japan, Martin received a call from The Fabulous Moolah who informed them the office said they needed to drop the titles to The Angels on the final day of the tour. This was not actually requested by the office. Moolah seeing her stranglehold on women's wrestling being loosened by younger & more exciting talent decided to sabotage the division.
Martin & Kai tried to obtain confirmation of the change. They had difficulty reaching anyone else despite numerous attempts. So on June 8th 1988 The Glamour Girls defeated The Jumping Bomb Angles via count out (AJW rules allowed for title changes in this method) & once again were WWF World Women's Tag Team Champions.
Days later Martin & Kai were berated by a furious Pat Patterson for switching the titles without permission. They had derailed plans for WrestleMania V. The duo attempted to explain that Moolah instructed them to win back the titles. Nobody though was willing to entertain their side of the story.
In the fallout of this Martin & Kai were both fired. Martin eventually returned later that year. Kai didn't return until 1994 when the singles division was restarted with Alundra Blayze. The Jumping Bomb Angels never appeared again for the company. The WWF World Women's Tag Team titles were mothballed & without ever being defended again. It wouldn't be until over 30 years later for there to be a similar titles when The Boss 'n' Hug Connection became inaugural WWE Women's Tag Champions at Elimination Chamber 2019.

So, this happened a few days ago, and I'm still reeling from the embarrassment. I woke up early in the morning and decided to surprise my family with a delicious homemade breakfast. Feeling all confident and chef-like, I went into the kitchen, ready to whip up some magic.
As I was rummaging through the fridge, I noticed a mysterious jar tucked away in the back. It had no label, but my curious self thought, "Hey, why not?" and decided to incorporate it into my breakfast masterpiece. Little did I know that this jar held a secret so potent, it would turn my life upside down.
I opened the jar and the moment the lid came off, an explosion of feathers erupted from within. Yes, you read that right. Feathers. Turns out, it wasn't some exotic spice or secret ingredient. It was a jar full of powdered chicken feathers, probably left there by some deranged chicken enthusiast.
Within seconds, my kitchen transformed into a scene from a bizarre feather-based horror movie. Feathers filled the air, clinging to every surface, and before I knew it, they had covered the entire room. It looked like a chicken bomb had gone off in there.
Panicking, I tried to clean up the mess, but my efforts only seemed to make things worse. As I flapped around the kitchen like a chicken with its head cut off, the feathers began to stick to my body, creating a feathered suit of shame. It was like I had become the human embodiment of a chicken.
But the chaos didn't stop there. As I frantically opened the back door to escape the feathery nightmare, a gust of wind blew the feathers out into the neighborhood. Suddenly, my tranquil suburban street became a chicken-themed wonderland.
Neighbors emerged from their houses, utterly bewildered by the surreal sight before them. Chickens flocked from all directions, lured by the sea of feathers now adorning every inch of the street. My misadventure had inadvertently summoned a poultry army.
I stood there, wearing my feathered suit, as a mob of chickens paraded down the street like they were on a grand march. The cacophony of clucking mixed with the laughter of my neighbors, who had clearly found the whole situation hilarious, it was a poultry parade.
It took hours to corral all the chickens back to their respective homes, and by the end of it, I was an exhausted, feather-covered mess. My kitchen resembled a chicken battleground, and I was left wondering how on earth I would explain this to my family.
TL;DR: TIFU by accidentally turning my house into a chicken sanctuary, unleashing a poultry parade on my neighborhood, and earning the title of the neighborhood's "Chicken King."

Hello everybody, next week I am planning to begin a push/pull routine following Yaad's front lever program.
I'd like to complement the front lever workout with a pushing one that mimics Yaad's workout 1:1, or at least that mimics it as close as possible. Doing a planche workout would make the programming much easier in my opinion, but my goal is achieving the hanstand pushup first and I don't know which exercises to select for my pushing day.
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The exercises in Yaad's workout are:
For the more skill based exercises:
-Unsupported statics, such as the tuck front lever and all of its progressions
-Supported statics, such as the band assisted FL progressions
-Straight arm dynamics, such as the tuck front lever pulls and its progressions
-Bent arm dynamic, such as the tuck front lever rows
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For the more hypertrophy based exercises:
-Rows progressions
-Pull ups progressions
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For my hypertrophy pushing based exercises, other than:
-pike pushup/handstand pushup progressions
-Pseudo planche pushups OR Dips
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I don't know which pushing based skill exercises to add to this routine.
Also, periodizing this workout, should I eat at mentainance or at a deficit during the skill phase?

Se tivessem de nomear músicas que gostam muito as primeiras que se lembrarem, quais seriam?
Eu começo!
Chet baker - born to be blue
Close to me - the cure
Rock dust light star - jamiroquai
Free bird - lynyrd skynyrd
Child in time - deep purple
Sir duke - stevie wonder
Glass onion - the beatles
A horse with no name - america/george martin
Toco - outro lugar
Prodigy - colours
Moonpool - okewite

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So I've got several properties I manage in TN and recently with the last auction we had several units that buyers left some legal paperwork and urns full of ashes in.
Now neither me nor the company have dealt with this before but we do a clause in our auction agreement that if legal paperwork, human remains, guns, and a few other things listed are found by the buyer they are required to turn that over to us for proper disposal/handling. Anyways, I've spoken to a few local funeral homes and they've told me that I can't trash the ashes because if for whatever reason years down the road someone comes looking for them I or the company could be liable for disposing of it. And on the other hand I've spoken to 2 different police departments about this and was told that I could just trash them if I've documented that I've made a reasonable effort to contact surviving relatives. Now here's the pickle, I don't know who to listen to on this and I'd really hope to not have to hire a lawyer on this.

I have a question for Medicaid experts. I am in TN and i make 55k a year. 7/31/23 will be my first renewal since 2018 when i applied. My son gets an SSI benefits and it is him and I receiving Medicaid. Will both of our coverages be termed or just mine? what is the date likely to be that i could lose coverage? Thanks!