Top 200 songs of 1980
Running Music
2012.03.20 00:16 dyslexickitty72 Running Music
Enjoy your favorite running music and discover new music to run or work out to.
2009.10.13 10:51 kugai TopGear
McGuinness, Harris and Flintoff.
2011.08.20 03:36 browneyesays Where the banjo meets the beard.
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2023.05.30 22:38 shoestowel Blue Lock at the top of half year sales
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2023.05.30 22:38 CaptainLongshorts New Turnstile song featured in Season 3 of I Think You Should Leave (according to Shazam).
2023.05.30 22:38 okaythr33 Can the D-50 do other stuff?
I just picked up a D-50 for cheap, and I can't decide if I want to keep it. I know it does breathy, swooshy pads and chiffy percussion real well, but I don't like...pretty much any of those sounds, since they make me think of being dragged around the mall by my mom in 1993.
Is the D-50 more versatile than that? Are the patch demos on YouTube are all cheesy throwback stuff because that's what people want? I ask because we all have an image in mind of what the DX7 sounds like, but I've heard some modern patches (madFame's Voyager Pad in particular) that sound NOTHING like a Hall & Oates song. There's clearly an element of most folks not wanting anything but the canned cheese in that instance, rather than the instrument only sounding like the Testarossa just dropped, and I'm hoping the same applies to the D-50.
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2023.05.30 22:38 PurpleSolitudes Best Gaming Monitor In USA Available on Amazon
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2023.05.30 22:38 Icy_Hospital_8947 So i just got this B2B drop at zulrah
2023.05.30 22:38 According-Maximum510 100 Greatest Alternative Albums - B-52s Debut cracked Top 50
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2023.05.30 22:38 segonz Switching 10 lines from AT&T to Go 5G Plus help
Switching to T-Mobile
Hello,
I’m planning to switch 10 family lines (possibly 15) from AT&T to T-Mobile this weekend on the Go 5G Plus plan. We plan to split the 10 lines between 2 accounts. (3 accounts if 15 lines). I’m gonna explain our reasoning for the split. I know we’re gonna pay a few extra bucks per line each month but I’ve read and learned that T-Mobile doesn’t give a high credit limit even with excellent credit, which we have. That would somehow limit our choice of phones and require down payments. This is one of the only things I like about AT&T right now. That I could get 10 1TB iPhones no down payments and no questions asked. The other reason is that at least 8 members want to take advantage of the iPhone 14 on us, and the limit is 4 per account.
All the phones we currently have are paid off with AT&T. Most of us have iPhones SE 2nd generation laying around and that’s what we’re planning to trade in for the iPhone on us promo instead of our current devices because the older one is an iPhone 11. I think it’s better to trade in all the iPhones SE first.
Anyhow. Here are some of my doubts:
- Does anyone know when the iPhone 14 on us promo, trading in devices as old as iPhone 7 ends?
- Does the system allow 3 accounts with the same address? The name and SSN would be different, but the address would be the same on all 3.
- I’m planning to get the iPhone 14 On Us and then pay it off, still get the credits at an account level, and get an iPhone 15 when it’s released. Would the 14 On Us promo affect my eligibility for a promo on the 15?
- Can we open only the account and then get the phones and iPhone 14 On Us promo from Best Buy? The reason for this is that I’m a total tech member and if I get the phones from Best Buy I would get apple care for 2 years on each device as a perk of the membership.
- What other promos would we qualify for? Can the $200 port in gift card be stacked with the iPhone 14 on us?
- If we end up porting 15 lines, the other 5 are with Cricket, not AT&T. Would those qualify for the $200 port in credit?
- I have read that the activation fees only apply for the first three lines on each account. Is this true?
- I would love to avoid dealing with a store. I prefer to do everything online but also I would love to get insider codes for each of the accounts. Is anyone here that can hook me up with some codes so we can do everything online?
Thank you in advance.
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2023.05.30 22:37 oz1sej How to format output for a stand-alone display screen? Larger numbers, colors, redrawing the screen from the top left instead of printing a new line every time?
I'm ready to move on from just printing something that needs to be monitored continuously on a new line all the time, the screen filling up with largely irrelevant and out-of-date information, and instead have a screen that displays the relevant information, updated every second.
Is this possible with Python? My google skills are not sufficient to find anything useful.
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2023.05.30 22:37 Triple777Zach If you’re thinking about buying Fuze vapes/concentrates.....well don’t their quality control is very hit or miss.
| I had bought 3 Fuze half gram cartridges & 2 grams of Fuze Concentrates on Friday May 26th. Banana Cookies, C3BO, & Sour Alien cartridges. Opened the Banana Cookies cartridge first & wasn’t impressed at all. It tasted way too perfume like. Not sure what’s wrong with it but it doesn’t taste good at all like I’m inhaling a nasty soap/essential oil & effects are lacking for a full LR. Honestly the cartridge in my eyes is a low 3/10 in terms of taste and potency. Debating on throwing out. C3BO I opened second. Also not impressed at all. Faint lemon taste then it all goes downhill. The taste drops off into this mustiness. It’s just not a pleasant vape at all & harsh. Effects aren’t there for being full LR. Color is super dark, while I don’t mind that too much especially if it tastes really good I can look past it being a darker amber color. Unfortunately this doesn’t taste good at all, plus the effects are also lacking. This cartridge to me is at a 3/10 in terms of taste & potency. Debating on throwing out. Opened sour alien cartridge third, it wasn’t any much better than the first two unfortunately. It tastes like sweet & sour, soil/earthiness. But not in a good way, in the earthy department. I am very dissatisfied with this one as well. Kinda similar to the Durban poison cartridge from Matrix but a major downgrade because of the soil taste/harshness. This one I’d rate a 3.5/10 just not good at all. Very low-mid quality. Definitely not what I expected from a full LR. Debating on throwing out. Also I know I am not overheating the hardware/oil. I have a special variable battery set at 2.0-2.4v for all the carts which should be low enough to not burn the LR. This has worked fine on past Fuze carts. Still getting undesirable effects/taste on all three however. Garlic Juice LR Sugar, & Tahoe Mint Kush LR Sugar. I have some positive feedback, on the Garlic Juice LR Sugar. It is a decent smoke. Effects are much better than the carts/other concentrate. The taste is a bit muted though with fruit/funk background. I had bought the garlic juice cartridge few months back and I thought it was amazing effects/flavovapor production. This reminds me of that but a bit downgraded in terms of effects/potency. This I’d give a 6.5/10 it almost hits 7/8 if it had better smell initially when opening the jar and smoked a little smoother. Material is stuck on top of lid loss of product. Wasn’t stored/packed correctly. Lastly I opened the Tahoe Mint Kush, it has a minty & waxy/fruit smell to it. Kinda like a fruit stripe. Smells pretty nice, however it smoked pretty bad. Tasted like nutrients fishy kinda and gave me a headache. Not very pleased with this one at all was expecting better from a Tahoe OG kush unfortunately this had a bad flavor to it and really has me not wanting to go back for more. Some material is also stuck on lid & loss of product. Wasn’t stored/packed correctly. Unfortunately I cannot see myself buying Fuze again after this & other bad experiences. Or at least until the quality control/consistency is of the utmost importance. I don’t like what I’m seeing and what I’m smoking on. I didn’t fully enjoy any of these products. submitted by Triple777Zach to vegastrees [link] [comments] |
2023.05.30 22:37 tikiriirikit Help finding an old Seventeen cover performance, please help :'((
This was a long time ago, I think about 2017ish or maybe even 2016?? From what I remember, they were wearing red and white outfits and were on an outdoor stage (seemed to be some sort of summer festival??) They were covering an old Kpop song - I can't remember what it was called but it was definitely an early 2000s or late 90s song
Please help, I've been trying to look for it with no luck, but can't stop thinking about it 🥲
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2023.05.30 22:37 IxPickle PangaeaEarth [Semi-vanilla] [PVP] {Towny} {SMP} {World Border} {Whitelist}
Your not so average geopolitical Minecraft server. (Work In Progress) Have you ever wanted to build your caveman hometown in Minecraft? Build an empire? Manage relationships with other nations? Now you can do all of these things on our Pangaea rendition of our own planet Earth! This map uses real geographical data (images on google), to bring the most playable Pangaea map yet to Minecraft. Towny Will you claw your way to the top to become a global power? Will you spare mercy for your rivals? Or leave nothing but scorched earth? Or lay back and build your own little paradise? On PangaeaEarth, you have the opportunity to do either, we welcome and encourage all playstyles. You will also find building alliances with other towns will help you along the way. Economy Use our gold economy plugin to make some bank with /sell. You can further grow your economic success by creating ChestShops and selling your goods to others. Fun Brew your own alcohol with our Brewery plugin. You can also sit down anywhere you want with GSit (/sit). Tired of waiting for war to start? Now you don’t have to with our purge system. Join today and become the PangaeaEarth season 1.2.. Discord Link:
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2023.05.30 22:37 Keyblader007 What does the beginning part of this song translate to?
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2023.05.30 22:37 infinitesaturdaze Toilet bowl handles and air freshener
One day recently I had a realization of how dirty and germy toilet bowl flush handles and air fresheners are. I mean, I’ve always used my foot or toilet paper when flushing in public restrooms, but now i get creeped out even in my own home. On top of that, the thought of people going #2 and then using the air freshener before washing their hands really freaks me out. And the sink handles because we touch those before cleaning our hands, and then touching them after just reintroduces the bacteria. I probably sound stupid stating the obvious, but ever since thinking more deeply about this I’ve been hyper fixated on it every time I use any bathroom and it really grosses me out.
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2023.05.30 22:37 IxPickle PangaeaEarth [Semi-vanilla] [PVP] {Towny} {SMP} {World Border} {Whitelist}
Your not so average geopolitical Minecraft server. (Work In Progress) Have you ever wanted to build your caveman hometown in Minecraft? Build an empire? Manage relationships with other nations? Now you can do all of these things on our Pangaea rendition of our own planet Earth! This map uses real geographical data (images on google), to bring the most playable Pangaea map yet to Minecraft. Towny Will you claw your way to the top to become a global power? Will you spare mercy for your rivals? Or leave nothing but scorched earth? Or lay back and build your own little paradise? On PangaeaEarth, you have the opportunity to do either, we welcome and encourage all playstyles. You will also find building alliances with other towns will help you along the way. Economy Use our gold economy plugin to make some bank with /sell. You can further grow your economic success by creating ChestShops and selling your goods to others. Fun Brew your own alcohol with our Brewery plugin. You can also sit down anywhere you want with GSit (/sit). Tired of waiting for war to start? Now you don’t have to with our purge system. Join today and become the PangaeaEarth season 1.2.. Discord Link:
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2023.05.30 22:37 RetardHolder *Bonk* - Die Aktienschau zum 30.05.2023 - Ausgabe Nr. 347
2023.05.30 22:37 Remarkable_Camel2488 How to get top rating in each episode of ff5
Also what is the top rating for each episode is it always s+?
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2023.05.30 22:37 chuckhustmyre [TH] MIRROR IMAGE by Chuck Hustmyre
Sometimes when you look into the mirror, the mirror looks back.
William Bailey's forehead shattered the mirror like a sledgehammer. The last thing he remembered before he blacked out was the feeling that he was falling through the mirror. Sub-cranial hematoma, a concussion, maybe even a cracked skull--that had to be the reason for the strange feeling. The mirror was mounted on the wall just to the right of the bar, four feet tall by about three feet wide. As consciousness slipped away, common sense and his strong belief in the rational world told him that he couldn't fall through the mirror. He must have bounced his head off the wall and be falling toward the floor.
It seemed like just a second or two before William's eyes popped open. He lay on his back, on the hard wood floor of Fausto's, with Johnny Davis towering over him. Big Johnny probably wanted to finish him off, maybe kill him, and finally end their twenty-year-old feud. Either Big Johnny Davis and the ceiling lights above him were spinning, or William's head was spinning, but either way something wasn't right.
He raised his head and looked to his left, toward the bar. Except the bar wasn't there. Instead, he was staring at the bathrooms. That didn't make sense. It must be his brain that had gotten spun around. William turned his head and peered over his size-ten wingtips at the busted mirror. The wooden frame and most of the glass still clung to the wall, the rest sat broken on the ground. The bar had to be on his left. He looked again, and still saw the bathrooms. A brain bruise, maybe some fluid pressure building up might be the cause of it.
"Get up!" Big Johnny Davis said.
William looked up at him. Johnny stood behind him, just beyond his shoulders. Perfect place for him to stomp my head into the plank floor. Except Johnny Davis was holding out his hand.
"Come on, we've got to get out of here."
Davis looked scared. It was the first time William Bailey could ever remember Johnny Davis looking scared. William had always been scared of Big Johnny, but Big Johnny wasn't scared of anything or anyone.
Police sirens wailed in the distance.
Johnny glanced over his shoulder. William craned his neck to look where Johnny was looking, saw he was staring at the front door like a man terrified something bad was going to come through it. Big Johnny looked down at him again and pumped his hand. "Come on, get up. They'll be here any second."
"Who?" William asked. "Who'll be--" But before he finished, Big Johnny Davis reached down, grabbed him by both arms, and jerked him to his feet.
As he was dragged toward the door by the only man in town who truly hated him, William glanced up and saw the rusted metal sign nailed above the door. He had to have a concussion, probably severe; that had to be it, because the letters on the sign were backward. It said TUO.
As Johnny Davis pulled him out the door, William heard tires skid on the pavement.
"Where's your car?" Johnny asked.
William twisted away from the big man's grip, then turned to his left. "In the alley." He started to run, still not sure exactly what he was running from.
Behind him, Big John shouted, "The alley's over here."
William kept running but turned his head back toward Johnny. "I know where the alley--"
Something hit him across the midsection and toppled him to the ground. He got his hands up just in time to break his fall and managed to keep his head from slamming into the sidewalk. When he looked up he saw a shopping cart tumbled onto its side.
Once again, William found himself lying flat on his back, this time amid the spilled contents of the cart. It had been filled with junk: paper bags full of dirty clothes, canned food, bags of potato chips, a diamond shaped, orange road sign, and other trash that looked like it had been collected from back alley garbage bins.
The homeless man who'd been pushing the cart was scrawny, and wafer thin. His skin was the color of old shoe leather, and he wore a long gray beard, tangled and matted with food and bits of filth. He was sprawled on the ground next to his cart, half sitting up, staring at William with his bright blue eyes.
Car doors slammed, men shouted.
"You better get going," the homeless man said, as he cocked his head. "The police after you?"
Police!
Before William could assure the old man that the police weren't after him--he was a respected businessman and family man--someone behind him grabbed him under both arms and pulled him to his feet. William turned and found himself staring into the face of Johnny Davis. "The alley's that way," Johnny said, pointing to the other side of Fausto's. With one hand gripping William's jacket, Johnny dashed across the front of the bar toward the alley. The alley--right there, plain as day--on the other side of Fausto's, right where it shouldn't be, where it couldn't be. William had been here a thousand times. As you stepped out of the bar, the alley was on the left, Brockton's Ace Hardware on the right. Now everything was mixed up and in the wrong place.
Johnny Davis turned down the alley, dragging William behind him. After just a few steps, a spotlight flashed in front of them.
"Stop!" a voice commanded. "Get on the ground."
William couldn't see because Johnny was in his way. "Who's that yelling?" he asked.
Big Johnny stopped and William plowed into his back.
"Get on the ground," the voice boomed again.
William poked his head out from behind Johnny Davis's back. The blinding white light was in his face. He couldn't see a thing.
POP! POP! POP!
Gunshots.
Big Johnny sagged, then crashed to his knees. Instinctively, William bent forward and grabbed hold of Johnny. "What's the matter?"
More pops.
Johnny's big hand reached out and shoved William back toward the street. "Back door," he wheezed, then plunged forward onto his face.
William stood alone. Behind the white spotlight he saw blue police lights flashing. He was totally exposed.
POP! POP!
He saw flashes--little yellow spurts of flame--as something tugged at his jacket.
William had said "back door." What back door? Fausto's had a back door, but it didn't lead anywhere except to the open space behind the building used for trash and deliveries. Twenty feet of asphalt between the bar and the back of the building on the next block. William had parked his car at the end of the alley, but the police cars--or whatever they were--had the alley blocked off. The building behind Fausto's also had an alley that ran alongside it, but the owner had closed it off to keep the bums out. He'd put up a gate, padlocked it, and topped it with razor wire. It was a dead end.
Two more pops. Dead end or not it was better than standing here and getting shot. William turned and ran. He burst through the front door of Fausto's, dashed through the bar, past the shattered mirror, hit the back door at a dead run, and was outside behind the bar within seconds.
He could see the tail end of his car sticking out from the corner of the building, but with the cops blocking the alley, his car was useless to him. William glanced across the open space to the alley that ran next to the other building. The gate, the padlock, the razor wire--all still in place. To his right an overflowing garbage dumpster sat beside the back of Fausto's, jammed against the fire ladder.
The fire ladder.
An iron ladder bolted to the cinderblock wall.
William looked up. The top of the ladder was lost in shadow, but he knew it went up two stories to the roof. Last summer, when the toilet had stopped up, he'd come out back to take a leak and had stood behind the dumpster, peeing against the wall like a kid, one hand draped over the bottom rung of the ladder.
He slipped behind the dumpster. The smell made him gag. The bottom of the ladder was four feet from the ground. William reached up as high as he could, grabbed hold of the third rung, then hauled himself up.
Through the partially open back door came the sounds of heavy feet pounding on the hard wood floor of the bar.
Halfway up the ladder, he was exhausted--and scared. Shaking, he white-knuckled the ladder. Being more than ten feet off the ground terrified him. He needed a break, just a second or two to catch his breath. There was enough moonlight so he could see into one of the second story windows. Inside, junk was piled everywhere. Old barstools, a busted jukebox, furniture stacked almost to the ceiling. Years ago, old man Fausto lived on the second floor, but Jake, who'd bought the place from the old man and had decided to keep the name, used it for storage.
Below him, William heard the back door thrown open so hard it banged against the wall. He scrambled up until he reached the top of the ladder, then hoisted himself over the edge of the roof. Down on the ground a voice shouted, "There he is, up there."
Another gunshot. What the hell was going on?
The unmistakable sound of feet--fast feet, in shape feet, boot shod feet--scurrying up the ladder. Standing on the tar and pebble roof, William glanced around for something he could use as a weapon, shocked he was even thinking of such a thing. A five gallon plastic bucket was all there was. It stood upright, filled with rainwater. He picked it up and peered over the edge. A uniformed policeman was three quarters of the way up the ladder. Two more cops were right behind him.
William looked at the heavy bucket in his hands, thought about just dumping the water onto them but knew it wouldn't stop them. There was only one way to stop them, and that was to knock them off the ladder. He thought about warning them, maybe trying to scare them away. But they were cops. You couldn't scare them away.
So why had they shot Johnny Davis, and why were they shooting at him?
The first officer looked up and saw William staring down at him with the bucket in his hands. Their eyes locked for just a second and the cop stopped. In those eyes that stared back at him, William saw an almost maniacal determination that sent a shiver down his spine. The officer held his grip on the ladder with his right hand while his left dropped to the pistol resting in his gleaming leather holster. In one smooth motion he drew his gun and raised it toward William.
William Bailey tossed the bucket down the ladder. A shot rang out an instant before the heavy bucket thudded into the cop's head. Like a gruesome traffic accident happening before his eyes, William couldn't help but watch as the policeman fell, taking his two partners down with him. The last thing William saw before he turned away was a jumbled heap of black uniforms resting on the concrete below the ladder.
* * *
Hiding in the shadow of a telephone booth, thinking. Home. He had to get home. Had to get back to Marge and the kids. Maybe somehow he could explain what had happened. Vincent, his attorney, he would know what to do--maybe--but he was a civil lawyer not a criminal attorney. He wrote contracts and did personal injury on the side; he didn't get people out of jail who'd killed a cop by dropping a bucket of water on his head and knocking him and his buddies off the side of a building.
As the cab he'd been waiting for pulled up, William stepped out from the dark and climbed into the back seat.
The driver turned around. "Where to?"
William pulled the door shut. "Uptown. 1721 Audubon Court."
"Fare's gonna be about fifteen dollars. After dark, I gotta have the money up front."
"What?"
"Company policy." The cabbie shrugged. "A lot of drivers been getting stiffed."
William opened his wallet, pulled out a twenty and handed it across the seat. The driver took it and almost slipped it into his cash box, then took a second look at the bill. His face tightened. "What the hell is this?"
"Huh?"
With the bill stretched between his hands, the cabbie stared at it for a second then looked up at William. "You're either the dumbest counterfeiter who ever lived or you've been had."
"What you are talking about?"
The driver faced the bill toward William but didn't hand it back to him. "It's printed backwards."
William looked at the twenty-dollar bill in the man's hand. It looked like--it was--an almost brand new bill, nothing wrong with it as far as he could tell.
"Get out of my cab," the driver said.
William didn't know what the man was talking about but knew he didn't want to get out. This cab was his only way home. He reached for the twenty. "If you don't like that one I've got another--"
The driver pulled his hands away. "I ain't giving this back. I got to turn it in to the police." He dropped one hand behind his seat back, then came up clutching a pistol, an old German Luger by the looks of it, the muzzle aimed straight at William's face. "In fact, I bet they give me a reward if I bring you in with it."
William jerked the door handle and rolled out into the street. He sprang to his feet and ran, the driver's yells just background noise. Has everyone gone crazy or is it just me?
Home. He had to get home.
* * *
Rain. Driving, relentless rain. William was just two blocks from Fausto's. In two hours, that's as far as he'd gotten--one block an hour. Police cars prowled the neighborhood, shinning spotlights into every nook and cranny, lighting up every shadow. Everyone in Fausto's knew his name. He'd been going there three or four nights a week after work for years. The cabbie had his address. William had given it to him when he told the hack driver where to drop him.
Ten o'clock at night, with nowhere to go and no way to get there, William sat behind the closed Goodwill store, under an overhang that barely kept the rain off of him.
Huddled in the dark, head sunk between his knees, he hadn't heard anyone approach.
"You don't look so good."
Startled, William looked up, prepared to run again. It was the homeless man he'd knocked over outside the bar. The one with the shopping cart and the leathery skin. William relaxed a little. "Excuse me?"
The man pushed his cart closer. "You're not supposed to be here."
William looked around. "Why not?"
The old man grinned, half his teeth gone.
William found it nearly impossible to tell his age. The guy could be forty and maybe had lived a hard life, or perhaps he was a well-preserved seventy, pickled by a lifetime of booze. William waved him off, expecting a plea for money. "I can't help you."
The old man stopped just a few feet away. "Everything's out of place isn't it?" He had a strange lilting voice. Almost like an accent.
And he was right. Everything was out of place--from Johnny Davis to the cab driver--everything was wrong.
Strapped to the back of the old man's shopping cart was a plastic sign about the size of a loaf of bread. William recognized the sign, the words, the colors, the logo of a local supermarket chain, all were familiar to him, but the letters were backward, unreadable.
Rainwater ran down William's face. He pointed to the sign. "Why's it written like that?"
The old man looked at the sign then back at William. "Like what?" he said, then shuffled away behind his basket.
* * *
The rain came down even harder. William slouched in a darkened doorway across the street from Fausto's. Nothing made sense. Everything was messed up, backward, out of whack. Almost like this wasn't his home, like he was a stranger seeing it for the first time.
But that was crazy. He'd grown up here, gone to Brother Martin High School, dated Jenny Underhill who went to Cabrini, lost her to Johnny Davis, then got her back only to lose her again the first year of college to some kid who drove a Mustang. Two years later William married Marge at Saint Luke's. They had two kids.
This town was his home. He recognized it. He knew the people here, Big Johnny and Zeke, the bartender at Fausto's. But things were different, little things. John Davis for one. In trying to help him, the big man had gotten himself killed. That wasn't John Davis--at least not the one William Bailey had known since seventh grade. Everything looked the same but wasn't. Nothing was quite right.
But they knew him--or someone like him.
A strange sensation crept over him that made the hair on the back of his neck rise. Maybe he didn't belong here. Maybe everything wasn't as it appeared. Maybe this wasn't his home. But if that were true, then whose home was it? Another thought, even scarier seeped through his brain. If he was here, who was there--at his home?
Crazy.
William dropped his head into his hands. Just considering such nonsense was a waste of time. Yet, here he was scanning the street, thinking of going back inside Fausto's, back to that mirror.
Not much time to think about it. The bar closed at three AM and it was already two-thirty. When he'd left--run for his life with Big Johnny--most of the mirror was still in the frame hanging on the wall.
Something about that damned mirror.
But Fausto's was dangerous, so a couple of hours ago William had found another mirror. In the men's room of a twenty-four hour gas station. The Chevron on North Rampart.
He had approached it cautiously, afraid he was going mad. As he peered over the sink into the mirror, he saw what he always saw, his own reflection. Holding up his left hand, he looked at the image in the mirror, at the watch strapped to his wrist. He noticed that the man in the mirror wore his watch on his right hand. Just the opposite.
William stood in the gas station bathroom for twenty minutes before he worked up his nerve. Finally, he took a deep breath, leaned back, then slammed his forehead into the dirt-streaked mirror. The glass shattered and cut his head. Blood dribbled off the tip of his nose into the sink. His reflection stared out at him from the other side of the mirror, blood running down his face, too.
I have gone crazy!
So the gas station hadn't worked out. Ducking police cruisers, William had wandered the streets, his head reeling. What was he doing?
On the sidewalk, he found a sopping wet magazine that the wind had blown up against the side of a newspaper machine. The cover caught his eye. He picked it up. It was printed backwards, the letters reversed, words running right to left. The spine was on the right. As he flipped through the pages, he couldn't read a thing. Then William had an idea.
In the bathroom of an all night restaurant he held the wet magazine up to the mirror. Perfect. The reflected image was normal, spine on the left, words running left to right, all the letters printed correctly. He could read it clearly. But what did it mean?
Then he drove his head into that mirror. The glass cracked. Someone walked in, a skinny waiter wearing an apron. He stood gawking as William leaned over the sink with tears of pain filling his eyes.
The waiter looked at the broken mirror, then jabbed a finger at William's bloody forehead. "What the hell are you doing?"
"An accident," he mumbled, pressing his fingers against the fresh cut.
The waiter turned. "I'm calling the cops."
William Bailey ran.
Now he was huddled in the rain staring at Fausto's across the street. Because he had nowhere else to go.
He stood and walked toward Fausto's. When he was halfway across the street, a police car glided around the corner, headlights reflecting off the wet pavement. The cops in no hurry, just cruising. William forced himself to keep walking, not to run. One foot in front of the other. In the downpour, odds were that the cops wouldn't even recognize him.
But they did recognize him.
The police car slid to a stop as its high beams clicked on and its blue strobe lights started popping. Both front doors flew open.
Like a sinner seeking the sanctuary of a church, William ran straight for Fausto's door. As he burst inside, Zeke looked up from behind the bar. "William! What the hell are you doing here?"
He ignored the bartender, running right past him, eyes focused on the broken mirror and its busted frame hanging on the wall.
Zeke again, "The cops been looking all over for you. Say you killed two officers and--"
Behind him the front door banged against the wall. "Police!" a voice behind him commanded. "Stop."
But William didn't stop. He kept running--running straight for the mirror. Reflected in its fragmented pieces he saw two uniformed police officers behind him, heard their boots pounding on the wooden floor. Just ten feet separated him from the mirror. At full speed he took two strides then dove. He stretched his arms out overhead and tucked his chin into his chest as his feet left the floor.
He felt one hand hit wall and the other strike broken glass. Then his head hit. More glass cracked, more skin split.
Darkness.
* * *
William's eyes popped open. He was staring at the ceiling. Rough voices, even rougher hands. They rolled him over onto his stomach and jerked his arms behind his back. He felt cold steel on his wrists and heard the metallic ratcheting as the handcuffs tightened and bit into his skin.
He tilted his head up and rested his chin against the floor. Blood poured down the side of his face; he watched it pool on the floor then seep between the wooden planks. By rolling his eyes up he could just see the empty spot on the wall where the mirror had hung. Lying on the floor, three feet from his head, was the broken frame and the rest of the glass.
The two cops grabbed his arms and yanked him to his feet, sending waves of pain through his shoulders and wrists. As they spun him toward the door, one of the officers said, "You're under arrest."
"Why?" William asked.
The officer pressed his face into William's. "Murdering your family for starters."
"My...my family." William felt his stomach cinch and his bowels turn to ice. A thought he'd had earlier in the night echoed inside his head. If he was here, who was there--at his home.
As the cops dragged him across the floor, William glanced up and saw the rusted metal sign nailed above the door.
OUT.
He was home.
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2023.05.30 22:37 AmuseDeath Are Guardians just Underwhelming?
I honestly have not seen any Guardian play that has impressed or wowed me. I think I've seen a handful of Guardian play in the ASL but every time they've either been countered hard or the Z was so far ahead it didn't really matter if he used them or not.
I keep hearing how good they are, but they just seem underwhelming on paper. Sure the range is good, but the damage just feels so ass compared to the other races siege units tank and reaver. They move so slow and they have such low health at 150. T just brings a few Wraiths or Irradiate and they die. P just storms or runs a few goons under and that's it. They also bug out at times against Turrets or Cannons and get hit by them.
I get that if you have like 10 of them, they can do a ton of damage really quick before the opponent responds, but it just seems like a lot of work for a risky strategy. For 150/200, I feel like you're just almost always better off with Defilers or Ultras.
I just don't get why they have this reputation for being great units when they seem average at best or likely they are mostly just bad, inefficient, fragile, niche and slow.
Educate me!
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2023.05.30 22:37 azzeeter Learning Kanji With Vocab Question
I've been learning kanji with my anki for awhile now, and I'm at around 800 words and 200 kanji known. I was wondering if this is a good ratio for Words:Kanji. Part of me feels like I should know more words than kanji, but another part of me feels like the ratio is too wide and that I should start completely releasing the beast that is Kanji entirely. Currently what I do is I only add kanji for my words in anki if it fits in the N5/N4 category (I am N4), and I go back later on and add N3/N2/N1 kanji in for words that use higher level kanji later on once I reach that point. I generally get my words from Genki but I write down words I see elsewhere too. But I'm not sure if it would be overwhelming to release them all on me at once and ive been hesitating to add so many in at once. Would it be too overwhelming to add every single kanji I see for all of my words??
FYI, I only have about 30 kanji left to learn for N4
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2023.05.30 22:37 f3mc3ll3d my constant fears and anxieties are all consuming (need opinions and solutions)
So recently my boyfriend has mentioned to me that my fears basically control me and i didn’t even realize it until now. I’m constantly ruled by simple things that make me anxious. Ex: i was staying out late with friends and i was scared i was going to be locked out so i rushed my boyfriend to bring me home. i get insanely narrow minded when it comes to this and it has only gotten worse throughout the course of 2 and a half years. I feel like i can only do things at a certain time of day or certain day of the week and i physically won’t allow myself to not do things in my particular time frame. this has never been an issue either but i have to leave at least 30 minutes early if i have somewhere to be and i freak out and panic. if things don’t go in my exact time frame (even if i don’t communicate it) i will be hurt and upset as well. on top of this i feel i can’t even communicate the things i want even with people who i’ve known for ever (my boyfriend included) and i know he’s not a mind reader but i feel so guilty. i’ve been to many useless therapists and am not looking to be medicated either just need some simple techniques that may work for you guys <3 TLDR: need advice on how to not let my anxieties control my actions and how to communicate that things i want better without feelings of guilt
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2023.05.30 22:37 IxPickle PangaeaEarth [Semi-vanilla] [PVP] {Towny} {SMP} {World Border} {Whitelist}
Your not so average geopolitical Minecraft server. (Work In Progress) Have you ever wanted to build your caveman hometown in Minecraft? Build an empire? Manage relationships with other nations? Now you can do all of these things on our Pangaea rendition of our own planet Earth! This map uses real geographical data (images on google), to bring the most playable Pangaea map yet to Minecraft. Towny Will you claw your way to the top to become a global power? Will you spare mercy for your rivals? Or leave nothing but scorched earth? Or lay back and build your own little paradise? On PangaeaEarth, you have the opportunity to do either, we welcome and encourage all playstyles. You will also find building alliances with other towns will help you along the way. Economy Use our gold economy plugin to make some bank with /sell. You can further grow your economic success by creating ChestShops and selling your goods to others. Fun Brew your own alcohol with our Brewery plugin. You can also sit down anywhere you want with GSit (/sit). Tired of waiting for war to start? Now you don’t have to with our purge system. Join today and become the PangaeaEarth season 1.2.. Discord Link:
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