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I (F 29) have just started cycling. Fairly new- I've done around 9 rides, starting with 5 km and working my way up to 18 km. I have a few beginner questions, that I'm hoping someone can address.

1. Ever since my fourth ride or so, I have a bit of numbness/ tingling sensation from the elbow to the ring and pinky fingers of my left hand. Been trying to do a few nerve glides, and I feel like the sensation has reduced with subsequent rides, but it hasn't disappeared completely. Any idea what the cause is and what I can do?
2. I haven't invested in the padded shorts (or any gear) yet, cause I wasn't sure whether I would stick to cycling. But, apart from the initial one-two day soreness, I'm quite comfortable on the bike seat, without any padding. I don't plan on doing rides longer than 90 mins–120 mins (probably twice-thrice a week). Do I need the padded shorts or can I make do with regular cycling shorts? Like is it harmful not to use the padding or is it only a comfort thing?

Sorry, if these are really basic questions, just want to get a few things out of the way before I continue.
Also any tips/ gear suggestions are most welcome. All I have is a helmet at the moment.

So I took my first shot of semaglutide yesterday, and last night I was cold all night. This is strange, as it is summer and it was 78F (25C) in my apartment during the night. I also feel a bit bloated (middle abdomen).
Has anyone else experienced chills/being cold as a side effect? I'd like to hear your stories if so. Especially as my documentation says that's on the list of symptoms for which a person should immediately call their doctor.
I know that semaglutide can (in very rare cases) cause or aggravate pancreatitis, which can be accompanied by chills. This is my main worry.

The fact I cannot find anyone else talking about this online has me thinking I may be a horrid person.
So I (25 M), after getting off work, come home and give my partner (24 FM) a chance to nap. I watch the baby (4 month old boy), play with him, read, etc. for about two hours at least until his next feeding. It’s usually really fun!
The issue I have is when he gets tired/cranky, because I do not have the ability to nurse our child to sleep, I do not know how to soothe him, and I get nervous that his cries will wake his mom from her well-needed nap (we have a studio apartment so sound doesn’t need to travel far)
So. I hold a pacifier in his mouth and, holding him to my chest, walk around praying he quiets. And, if he tries to turn his head, which makes him spit out his pacifier, leading to more crying, I hold his head still so he can’t turn it. After maybe 5 minutes of this he goes to sleep.
I feel really bad for it. I love him beyond words and would never hope to harm him at all!
My question here is: Is this bad? Am I hurting him? He’s my joy and it would destroy me if this were to somehow cause any developmental issues from this age, but I would want to know sooner than later so I can do this whole thing differently

Firstly to make it simple I'm available anytime after 4:30pm - 1:00am EST any day of the week.
Hey All I'm Forge (32). Looking for a long term campaign/group to join in new or in progress. I've played in a few campaigns before but my group fell apart. I've played 5e only but am open to learning other system like PF, I've played on Role20,Owlbear,Foundry and I can learn whatever VTT need be. I can meld with any type of group be it a relaxed joke around group or a serious RP group. I don't mind playing with newer players and can help some but prefer to play with adults and not children.
I enjoy building characters coming up with new ideas or stories. I have a few character ideas already I could work with depending on what the group already has in it. My favorite thing about DND is the interactions between characters or with the NPCs.
Current character ideas have many others though.
Conquest paladin: first son of a fallen Noble family due to disgraceful brother becaming a necromancer
Rogue: banished son of a merchant guild leader.
Hit me up if your interested in having me join your table. Discord: forgeisgod

i feel incredibly empty, which is weird because you would always fill that void. for the first time in my life, i looked forward for the future. i was excited to wake up, having you in my life, wondering where life would take us? of course, alongside all those dreams, my mind would always cross this thought... what if i am just dreaming too much? we live, quite literally, in different worlds. not only does the distance matter, but everything else in between. it's always soul crushing to eventually return to these realizations, after letting my soul run free and linger in your presence. we're just millions of worlds apart, i wish i could tame my emotions and just fully accept that we will never be together. you would often prove me wrong, and make me feel that none of this distance or difference matters. i do not even know what i did to deserve this, to deserve you. i would always think about how you're so much better off without me, and be with someone else who's real... and build something real from within yourselves. we both know the limits of how technology could bridge us. i wonder if it worries you too, i wonder if it breaks your heart the same way as it breaks mine. i want you to be real, i want us to be real. but the things that drew us together strikes a familiar fear that i always wanted to escape from
last night, you said that i could absolutely tell you everything that makes me feel terrible. i really wish i could. i wish you can help me escape these thoughts and tell me that they do not matter. i wish you can help me from hating myself so much by showing me a person that i could not see. but i do understand that you could only do so much to help a person heal from years of self-inflicted pain. i would only return to my self-destructive behavior, and most likely hurt you in the process. i do not want to hurt you at all, you deserve only the best
having you here, telling me that we deserve each other's company, means the world to me. i think i should search within myself, and try to find something to get rid of these insecurities. i am sorry if you feel like i a being distant, it's just a difficult time right now. i wish i could return all the kindness and care
you know what, there's been so many times i wished we just never met. i genuinely wished that you would've been in a better place, and i wouldn't have bothered you at all. but yeah, those nights when we talked about how crazy it is that we even met, i saw how grateful you were that we did meet. i do not know what to feel. i feel like i'm so selfish. while i wished what i wanted supposedly for your sake, i know that it was all for me. i wanted the thoughts to vanish, i wanted the pain to stop, i wanted to free myself from dreaming the impossible. i still do think that my selfish ass still wishes all this pain to disappear, but i would never regret meeting you and us being a part of each other's lives. you are one of the best things to ever happen to me, and i wish we could be more than what we are now. i want our friendship to be real, along with all the complications and mundanity of real life. i want to know you, i want to be with you :)
maybe one day, we could finally give each other a real hug, lmao! i will be patient. i hope you would be, too. tahsnk you for everything. in time, everything will be alright :))

My biggest trigger is when people are unfairly bad to me and it keeps happening. I feel so hopeless as if all my progress is deleted the minute Im in this position again
All my life my dad, especially my mom and all my relatives treated everyone nice but me. I was always treated like scum, Im 18 and still am treated that way. Despite having forgiven my mom, taking care of my siblings when I can, taking care of my own finances, having found myself a good job, rarely asking for anything, doing all the vurocratic work myself. Im still treated like a burden and the problem of the family, like they wabt me out and replaced and like Im inferior. Some relatives pick on my appernace, weight, mole, others pick on me for quitting highschool and constantly Im critisized by my family. Im pllanning on moving out this summer. My mom tells me It's not going to happen because I said the same thing last summer and failed. I will never overcome my environment and truly experience healing until Im out. I have been treated like absolute shit a fucking rubbish bin has been treated with more decency than I have. These people even blame me when the damn toilet paper is almost empty. When they have to pick me up 4 times a month (drive is 20 min) as if I chose to be born in low income family with 3 children that live in rural village. WHAT was I supposed to do buy a ferrari and be a sweet daughter while they abuse me? a joke

I randomly met a guy at a store near my home and we had a small conversation. I easily found his profile and decided to send a follow request the next day. We had good hour long conversations. He is an extremely sweet and positive person.
I have always been with toxic people or atleast people who have been putting in a lot of efforts in the initial stages and withdrawing the attention altogether afterwards, but he is different. We were talking almost entire day. 3 days after, he had a light day so we decided to meet at a nearby park. We had a good hour and a half long chat and decided before leaving to meet on Sunday asbwe both probably would be free that day
We used to chat every night but I had a night stay plan on Friday followed by his heavy weekend plans due to which we could not talk much and didn't really address our Sunday plan. Its Wednesday today and since the last 2 days he has been replying to me exactly after 4 hours, irrespective of whether he is free or busy. On Monday i told him I got free early and asked if he wants to join me at the park. He replied after 2 hours that he would had loved to but has a couple of deadlines.
He got free early yesterday, yet he replied extremely late. I have a feeling that he is no longer interested maybe but then his replies are flattering. His latest were that he liked one of the videos i shared of my party day that looked embarrassing later. He said he didn't want to be deprived of such videos.
I do think he likes me but the latest conversations are just pushing us apart. I do not want to lose the spark and want to talk to him more regularly. If only we could meet again or talk on phone. If he seems uninterested, I'll accept it but i do not want to go this in haste. How can i express that I am interested in knowing him more?
My idea is to keep myself away from instagram for the next 2 days because his exact 4 hour late responses have been bothering me and are testing my patience. I'll tell him that my next 2 days are busy so that he doesn't feel ghosted.

I have reread the fights a couple of times but I just don't see him being top 2 in any way or at least as strong as people claim him to be... I mean claiming he can go toe to toe with Akaza and even Douma....Or he would have defeated the Biwa women with ease...(Her blood demon art is able to stall the strongest characters in the series and no I am not talking about Obanai but the demons) The infinity castle is literally all under her control... In any case He only has "endurance" and "experience" After taking the power mechanics into account I just don't see why people overexaggerate his strength. The biggest power ups in Ds are marks, red sword and see through world. He has no red sword or any feat of see through word. .. Gyomei had STW and a mark, Obanai had red sword a mark and some feats of the see through world even. So I can see why people say he is strong as well... Next his swordsmanship is clearly average among hashiras. Obanai, Rengoku, Mitsuri, Giyu, Muichirou all are better swordsmen... I don't think I even have to explain that. He is able to best most of the demons because of his tricks, unpredictability and roughness clearly. Which also explains why he lasted longer in upper 1 fight... I mean even Tanjirou could stall Gyutaro... during that upper 6 fight and I don't see any difference in Sanemi s combat in that regard... And relatively speaking Gyutarou for Tanjirou was how upper 1 was for Sanemi... But was Tanjirou suddenly better then a lot of characters? Nope It was only after he "got the mark" that we actually got to see him properly. Taking into account how big of a power up that actually is.... And even then He felt he might "hold Gyomei back" It was all or mostly Gyomei vs upper moon 1 till all of them used their best abilities to cut his head. And I find it strange how much people underestimate the contributions by both Muichirou and Genya by the end and how most of the battles with the top 3 demons were about besting them intellectually rather then in combat. And oh, I forgot to mention how he literally got hit by normal Tanjirou multiple times.. To summarise apart from Endurance, some tricks and maybe even experience . His swordsmanship is clearly worse than most Hashiras . He has no more powerups other then the mark . Intellectually he is average . At base his biggest feat is only stalling upper 1 for some time and forcing him to draw his sword, not even damaging him once... . No other Hashira has failed to react to Tanjirou His running speed is 2nd, reaction speed if we look at the manga is average, attack speed is higher Physically he is pretty strong though. But Tengen was better and we know there is much more to their strength. So yeah how is he strong or even top 2 Not to mention This Hashira ranking system is also pretty much made up. Gyomei is the only one we know who is the strongest.... And koku never met the others... All the upper moons Praised the hashiras facing them so I dont see how that statement makes sense. Other then that there are only some minor things the author revealed. For example we know the author wasn't talking about overall speed of the characters or any other skills in the data book which tell you regarding the overall strength as evident by statements in manga like "Mitsuri attacks are much faster then Tengen" even though she is actually very slow in running speed. Douma confirming he has never fought someone as fast as shinobu. Confirming she had the highest attack speed or overall just the fastest... Iguro Blitzing Muzan which Even zenitsu with his dragon couldnt do... So bringing the data book is "seasoning" in the grand scheme of things. So after Gyomei honestly its very debatable since every Hashira had their speciality. Only taking base Sanemi has endurance, Giyu defense, Mitsuri strength and flexibility, Obanai most skilled swordsmen and flexibility, Shinobu intelligence( I can bet with planning she can take down every hashira since she literally uses poison... One tip is all its going to take) and speed, Rengoku a good balance of speed, attack power, physical strength and overall high battle Iq... Id say he is the most balanced one... and Muichirou having the most potential though people overrate him as well. He would have been the strongest but the current wasnt clearly isnt above the other hashiras. (any hashira could have taken down upper 5 with a mark maybe except shinobu though she has lethal poisons) I excluded Tengen since he is skilled at only running. I love him though, one of the most entertaining characters honestly, I wrote to much... If u read it all then I hope You guys understood my point of view. In conclusion Ranking the Hashiras after Gyomei is stupid honestly... I can see all of them winning against each other for the spot except Muichirou... Also Flower Hashira was able to stall Douma for the whole night so she also was clearly top tier... in other words if i have to even pick a no 2 I would go with Kanae maybe(if we hypothetically assume she had the mark). But even then its veeeery debatable.

Hello everyone, I'm manic bipolar... It didn't show up until my early 20s where I was losing my mind and ending up in the hospital numerous times. I tried lithium and Zyprexa for a short while but it made me feel like a numb robot. So I've stopped and I've had MANY manic episodes where I LOSE everything, multiple careers, car, friends, clothes, etc. Last year, my manic episode landed me in jail.. Car was totaled and I was out of state visiting family. After my roommate heard what happened they dumped all my belongings. So now I reconciled with my roommate because I have no where else to go. We are good friends but had a few rough patches, usually when my mania takes over. I been taking Abilify and it silences the negative talk going around my brain.
However, it's been over a year since I been employed. In my brain, all I think is I don't want to start all over again. Getting out of debt, getting another car, getting a new wardrobe blah blah... it's old and repetitive... my roommate pays for food and rent which is really nice... We have 2 big dogs and I watch after them during the day. Taking them out is the only time I get out of my room. And at night I'm just tormented with my past and negative thoughts about myself.. Something has to give because I'm just so bored and sleepy all the time.
Basically what it comes down to is for the past year I been stuck in my apartment with my dogs. I'm still semi young in my early 30s but I don't know what to do. My enthusiasm for most things are gone... Thanks in advance for the advice and caring.

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Memory transcript: Starfreighter operator Cli! from Sillis, Date: [Standardized human time] September 11th, 2136
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“If at any point you try to trick me, I will burn you to ashes. Am I understood?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Said !ar!, his legs shaking, but I wasn’t one bit better off, I was terrified to death, frozen in place. We’ve never had a weapon pointed at us. And it tuns out, it is a terrifying position to be in.
“Then start talking”. Said the old exterminator lady.
“We’ve been searching for a place to build us a custom adapter, and we’ve found this place called ‘Electronics Abound’, where a very bored female venlil pointed us to this store of yours.” I said with shaking voice. I was moving my hand towards my bag slowly for the connector, when she jerked the flamethrower in my direction, and shouted at me.
“Hands where I can see them! How do you know the expression ‘gold-pressed latinum’?”
“The female venlil told us to tell it to you. She said you can help with our problem. Can I show you?” I asked humbly.
“Give me the bag!” She shouted at me.
I took off my backpack and threw it at her feet. Handling the weapon with one hand, she reached into my bag with the other one. She rummaged in it for a moment, then brought out the CNCQ connector. The moment it was out of the bag, her eye was glued to it, looking at it as if she has just witnessed the founding of the Federation. “Where did you get this?” She turned to us and said, while holding the part.
“In our ship’s spare part compartment.”
“I am going to ask you a simple question. If you give me the correct answer, you will live. If you don’t…then lets just say I will have a lot of cleaning to do. So tell me, what exactly am I holding in my hand?”
“Ni!ita, please help us, this female venlil in front us tells us she will burn us to death if we wont identify the connector part.” I said out loud.
“Who the damnation are you talking to?” Replied the venlil, turning more hostile at my question.
“It is a universal CNCQ connector for a Type 3 socket, manufactured probably between 180 and 200 years ago in !errigan’s electronics factory on Sillis, if I remember correctly on an island just off the coast of her domain.” Said Ni!ita to me. It was an exhaustive answer, I hope it will be enough for our aggressive venlil.
“Ma’am, it is a universal CNCQ connector for a type 3 socket, manufactured on Sillis about 180 years ago in an electronics factory just off the…” I tried to repeat the lines Ni!ita told me, but Kelra interrupted me.
“It seems you know way more of this item than I do. But I do know that part of what you’ve said is the correct answer. Sorry that I’ve spooked you…”she said, as she turned off the flamethrower and put it down onto the floor”…but the codeword you’ve just told me implied you were coming to capture me. You seem to know more of this item than even the exterminator office. So, you’ve said you’ve found it in a compartment of your ship. Am I correct by assuming you are flying a non-federation standard starship?”
“Yes, you are.” !ar! replied.
“Okay. Do I assume correctly that you have a CNCQ module, to which you would like to connect something, maybe a datapad?”
“Correct, again.” I said.
“So you have a ship capable of interfacing with a CNCQ module. Why would you want an adapter for it then?”
“It is not for our CNCQ module, it is for an other we’ve found.” I explained.
“So you have 2 modules? How did you get a second one?”
“Cli! found in on Venlil Prime at the starport, it was lodged into an engine pod of a shuttle which collided with it in space.” !ar! said to her.
“I see. And why would you like to connect it to a datapad, when you could connect it to the ship?”
“We don’t want to connect it to the ship, we don’t trust her enough.”
“Her? I am confused. Are we still talking about the computer core of your ship?” Kelra said, probably just as confused, if not even more, than when we were told of CNCQs a day ago.
“Maybe it would be better if you’d tell us how do you know about this technology, and what do you know about it, before we attempt to explain our situation.”
“Would you like some fresh-baked strayu, or some fruits for the tale? Maybe a glass of water? Anyway, my story begins about 30 years ago. “She begins, as she goes up to the cabinet in the room, and fetches 3 glasses on a plate, and wanders over to the sink. “I was a young lass back then. Both my parents were exterminators, so it was natural that I also aspired to be one. But I had dreams, I wanted to see the galaxy, it was not enough for me to prowl the sewers and fields of Venlil Prime. So I’ve signed up for service, and thanks to my heritage, I was easily accepted into the exterminator fleet as a mechanic. You know, the fleets that are dispatched to untamed worlds to cleanse them of predator taint, to turn the planets into habitable paradises.” She put the glasses down onto the table in front of us, and then went back to the cabinet to take out some fruits. “I rose quickly in the ranks, Iin no small part because of my knack for recognising patterns. I’ve provided plenty of observations about predators and their behaviour that my contribution could be actually felt on the quality of work we did as a team. This, naturally, resulted in promotions not just in rank, but in responsibilities. I was given my own ship after only a scant 6 years. As the wave of colonization efforts died down, our focus changed, and so did my duties. We were tasked with finding battlesites, prowling through wreckage and removing arxur taint, and, if possible, retrieving casualties.”
Kelra stopped for a second to drink a little water, then went on. “But everything changed on that fateful paw. We patrolled this very system’s outskirts, when a dark object appeared on our sensors. They barely picked it up, we would have missed it if it didn’t reflect so much light, and the system thought it discovered a new star in the distance. After a quick error checking, we recognised it was a ship, and not a new star. It didn’t tumble much, drifted in the endless void silently. I gave the orders to go in for visual check, which we did, and what we had seen was unlike what we’ve ever seen. The craft looked neither federation nor arxur, it was oddly organic in shape. I have sent out teams to scour its hull for an entry point, and to evaluate the possible design purpose of the ship. An agonizing claw has passed before the first reports started coming in – it was clearly a weapon of war. An incredibly amount of missile launchers covered its surface, all empty, with some point defence lasers dotting its hull. A team has found an entry point, though they didn’t had to look very hard, practically the ship was broken in half. I have ordered the teams to rotate back and sent fresh teams into the derelict. I will never forget what I have seen on the camera feeds of my troops, tilfish corpses littered the inside, heaps upon heaps of dead, frozen tilfish strewn everywhere. By the time the ship was completely investigated, we’ve counted over 20000 dead. That sight, the memories of that day will haunt me for the rest of my life.”
Kelra stopped again, clearly in great emotional distress, and I could see tears forming in her eyes.
“You don’t have to continue Kelra.” I tried to persuade her to stop, but the put her paw up, and went on.
“I do, I have to. Someone has to know, and you, at least partially, are privy to the truth. I don’t think any better candidate will come my way anytime.” She took a deep breath, and continued.” In that cursed ship, my team found a single piece of machinery still being powered. It was fed by some kind of emergency power source we could not locate the source of. It was the computer core, or CNCQ, as you might know it. I have no idea why the designer of the vessel dreamed this craft up this way, I can not fathom why one would want to keep a dead ship’s core powered, but I guess that question will stay unanswered. Anyway, we decided to extract the core, and mark the craft for salvaging. The dead crew has been collected and incinerated in our drivecones’ exhaust.” She stopped for a moment, thinking about the memories and the feelings they’ve awoken inside her, then continued. ”We’ve spent the next months trying to interface with the computer core, which eventually resulted in the gadget now you seek. I am willing to part with it, but in exchange, I would like to take a peek at your computer core.”
We sat across her in stunned silence for a long moment, weighting if that would be a wise idea. For what exactly are we endangering ourselves, a custom piece of cabling so that our stowaway can talk to the world?
“Cli!, you are in deep distress, I can feel it, what is the problem?” Came Ni!ita’s voice out of nowhere in my mind.
I tried to recall the story I’ve been just told, so that she might understand the reason for my anguish.
“You should ask her why the existence of this adapter is dangerous. It makes no sense. A crucial piece of the bigger picture is missing. A more important question is, why is she afraid?”
Those were very good questions. Ni!ita seems to be very good at paying attention to details, and noticing inconsistencies. I decided to ask them from Kelra.
“You are an observant tilfish, Cli!, those are perfectly valid questions. I am willing to give you some details as a show of faith, and to sweeten the deal, I will give you the computer module after you’ve fulfilled your end of the deal. Is this acceptable for you?”
“We can agree to this Kelra.” Said !ar!.
“The adapter is a piece of technology that allows connection between federation systems and a technology that is deemed dangerous by the federation. Though I think the protocol itself is a remnant of a conflict that has been scrubbed from the records of the federation. The information we’ve discovered in the core pointed to a conflict between the tilfish and the Federation, before you’ve been officially found by the Federation. The ship was fleeing Sillis, and it was pursued by a Federation suppression fleet. The core must have been damaged in some way, as we could not extract much from it, apart from navigation data and some damage reports, despite it being full of information. I am in potential danger, because I am in possession of this information. I know, because I know the regulations, some I’ve even helped write. Now its your turn.”
“You can not take a look at the CNCQ modul you would like to investigate, because it is not our decision. It is, after all, her body, not ours.” I told her in confident tone.
“Whose decision? What are you talking about?” Asked Kelra, apparently being very upset about what I’ve just told her.
“Its Ni!ita’s decision, she lives in it. The CNCQ is not a computer core, you see, it is a housing of a virtual brain of a long-dead tilfish queen. Among other things.” I explained her.
“Are you pulling my tail? This is a sorry excuse for a joke. There is nothing in my computer module!”
“You’ve just said, it is full of data. Yours, and our original, are essentially coffins, of a long-dead tilfish’s neural transcript. The one we’ve found on Venlil Prime is still alive however.”
“Lets assume I go along with your outlandish explanation. Why do you need the adapter?”
“We basically made a deal with her. We will not leave her on the scrapyard if she does work on the ship. Considering her…disabilities, she is unable to do any physical work, and we are reluctant to hook up her to the ship. So, we thought if we gave her the means, she could be our logistician. She could scour the digital world for work more efficiently than us. If you give us the adapter, we can prove this to you.”
Kelra thought for a very long moment, confusion was clearly wrecking her mind. It would be wrecking ours too, if we were subjected to such a situation she was pushed into. On second thought, we were in her position just a paw ago. Hm, how easily one’s world view can change in short amount of time. Suddenly, she got up, and walked to the cabinet in the room, she leaned inside and pushed something, after which a hidden compartment revealed itself in the wall opposite us. She walked up to it, and retrieved the adapter, and her CNCQ module.
“Lets go to your ship, then.” She said with determination in her voice. Then she walked out of the office into the store, and we heard the door unlocking. “Are you coming or not?” She asked from us, practically shouting from the street. I’ve jumped up and ran after her, with !ar! right behind me. By the time we’ve caught up with her, she was almost at the corner of the block.
The walk back to the ship went in silence, we did not talk, at all. Her knowledge of the city was evident, as we’ve walked considerably less to the starport now, than how much we did earlier today. But the night still caught us outside, by the time we’ve reached our ship the starport was bathing in blinding artificial lighting, projected from floodlights dotting the tarmac. We approached the ship from the front, and Kelra’s eyes shot wide open at the sight of it.
“Is this your ship? It does not look like a Federation ship, at all. In fact, it resembles the ship I’ve encountered all those years ago.” Kelra said, while gawking at our craft.
“It is indeed very different. Actually, we are having a lot of problems finding parts for it. I guess you can imagine, it is not a common ship in Federation space.” I added.
“May I have a look inside?” She asked.
“Well, we have walked around here, it would be rude from us not to let you on board.” !ar! replied.
We all walked into the ship via the crew ramp, and headed to the storage room where Ni!ita “lived” currently. Kelra handed !ar! the adapter, and he connected his datapad to the module with it. For a few moments, nothing happened, then Ni!ita’s began speaking to me.
“Hm, interesting gadget. Is this the famed ‘datapad’ you’ve connected to me? The software is…difficult. I have to be careful while talking to it, as if I was walking on eggshells, made of extra-brittle glass which have already been broken but is still in one piece. Extremely sloppy engineering. Oh dear, the amount of unnecessary protocols, the duplicate lines of code, the pointless bloatware…do you truly need a live update of the weather on all federation planets? And why am I bombarded with articles, like ‘14 symptoms of predator disease’ or ’21 ways the Federation keeps you alive without you knowing’?”
“What now?” Asked Kelra from us. “Is it working? I would like to speak to her. Can we talk somehow?”
“Hello alien!” Came a voice from the speaker of the datapad. The most soothing, feminine, smooth voice I’ve ever heard, it made the hair on my body stand upright, and even Kelra’s wool has straightened a little. A chilling feeling ran though my body, from my head to my abdomen, sparking a feeling of happiness and joy from every cell of my body, as if they started dancing at the same time.
Kelra’s mouth hang open at the unexpected voice. She looked around, looking for the source, but she found nobody. “Hello, mysterious occupant of the CNCQ module. I am Kelra.” She said to the datapad, after she confirmed that the voice could not have come from any other place.
“Greetings, Kelra, I am Ni!ita. Thank you for your generous gift adapter. Finally, I can do something else, other than chatting with these 2 drones, they are quite boring, frankly.”
“What and who are you?” Inquired Kelra.
“I am Queen Ni!ita, the neural transcript of queen Ni!ita from Sillis. I am a Command and Control Queen, or CNCQ. And who are you, Kelra?
“I am a former ship leader and exterminator.” Said Kelra.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, and aliens in general. It is my first time, but I suppose the rest of my kind met yours almost 2 centuries ago.”
Kelra froze at that comment, probably thinking back to the corpse-filled ship. She must have been thinking wether she should tell her story to Ni!ita or not. The Federation did not meet the tilfish under pleasant circumstances.
“Well, Kelra, do you believe us now?” I’ve asked from Kelra.
“I do. It is incredible. In my wildest dreams I have not though this was the purpose of the module, this also explains why the ship was designed to keep the module powered no matter what. And since you have the proper equipment, maybe you could look into my module also, probably it would reveal more than what I could dig up with my improvised tools.”
Kelra spend the next hour chatting with Ni!ita, carefully navigating around the topics that would expose the Federation’s involvement with the ancient tilfish. They discussed technology, culture, especially music. Ni!ita was extremely interested in venlil music. But the time came when she had to go back to her life.
“Thank you for your warm welcome, but I must be going now, my daughter must be worried sick. May I have your contact so that we can stay in touch, Queen Ni!ita?” Asked Kelra.
“I don’t have any objections. And, please, call me Ni!ita, no need for long-forgotten, meaningless titles.” Replied Ni!ita. Kelra went over to the CNCQ module, and sent over her contact. Then she turned around, thanked us for our hospitality, and left, leaving her own module on the floor by the door.
We looked at each other with !ar!. This has been a tiring day, and we haven’t even secured a new job for ourselves. Suddenly, it dawned on me, Ni!ita can now take over that role from us.
“Ni!ita, since you now have the means to do some work for us, how about you start looking for a job for us?”
“I have already done it. We will depart in the morning.”
“Wow, you are fast.” Said !ar! surprised.” Would you please fill us in?
“I’ve managed to secure a contract for you, for the short-term future. A roundtrip between 3 locations, though the end of the roundtrip is Venlil Prime. I know you have an aversion to that place, but still, it pays very well.”
“That’s great news! What will we be transporting?”
“Titanium, steel and aluminium sheets and profiles, processed lithium and a myriad of other metals in smaller quantities. The full container amount will be loaded, each to their full capacity here, on every round. At the next stop we will be loading food, machinery and building materials.”
“What’s the fee?
“A nice round 40 million credits for a single round.” Ni!ita said, like it wasn’t a fortune in and of itself.
“Ok, this is too nice to be true. What is the catch? What is the third stop, Wriss?” I asked jokingly.
“No. It’s a planet called Earth.”

Introduction:
Welcome to Jodhpur, the mesmerizing Blue City of Rajasthan! Nestled in the heart of the Thar Desert, Jodhpur is a city that beautifully combines vibrant colors, rich history, and royal grandeur. Here are many best luxury resorts in Jodhpur. Known for its majestic forts, intricate architecture, and warm hospitality, Jodhpur offers a unique experience that captivates the senses and leaves a lasting impression on every visitor. Join us as we embark on a virtual journey to uncover the hidden gems and cultural delights that make Jodhpur a must-visit destination.
Majestic Mehrangarh Fort:
Our exploration begins with the crown jewel of Jodhpur, the magnificent Mehrangarh Fort. Perched on a hilltop, this colossal structure stands tall as a symbol of the city's glorious past. As you ascend the fort's imposing gates, you'll be greeted by intricate carvings, expansive courtyards, and breathtaking panoramic views of the city below. Explore the museum within the fort, showcasing an impressive collection of artifacts and artifacts that offer a glimpse into Jodhpur's royal heritage.
The Blue Hues of the Old City:
One of Jodhpur's most distinctive features is its old city, painted predominantly in shades of blue. Wander through the narrow, labyrinthine alleys of the Blue City, where every turn reveals a picturesque scene of indigo-washed houses. This unique architectural tradition has both historical and cultural significance, with blue believed to keep homes cool and ward off insects. Immerse yourself in the vibrant atmosphere, interact with friendly locals, and capture stunning photographs that will transport you back in time.
Umaid Bhawan Palace:
Prepare to be awestruck by the grandeur of Umaid Bhawan Palace, an opulent residence that epitomizes luxury and elegance. Built during the reign of Maharaja Umaid Singh, this magnificent palace is a splendid blend of Indo-Saracenic and Art Deco architectural styles. Today, it houses a part of the palace as a museum, showcasing an exquisite collection of artifacts and preserving the rich history of Jodhpur's royal family. Indulge in the regal experience by staying at the palace hotel, where you can immerse yourself in royal luxury and impeccable hospitality.
Savoring Rajasthani Delicacies:
No visit to Jodhpur is complete without savoring its delectable culinary delights. The city is renowned for its mouthwatering Rajasthani cuisine, which is a delightful fusion of flavors and spices. Indulge in local specialties such as dal baati churma (lentils, baked wheat balls, and sweet crushed bread), gatte ki sabzi (gram flour dumplings in spicy gravy), and mirchi vada (spicy chili fritters). Don't forget to try the famous Makhaniya Lassi, a traditional yogurt-based drink that offers a refreshing respite from the desert heat.
Exploring Local Bazaars:
Experience the vibrant colors and lively ambiance of Jodhpur's bustling bazaars. Ghanta Ghar (Clock Tower) Market and Sardar Market are the heart and soul of the city's shopping scene. Lose yourself in the maze of shops selling handicrafts, textiles, traditional jewelry, spices, and vibrant tie-dye fabrics. Bargain with local vendors to bring home unique souvenirs and keepsakes that reflect the rich cultural heritage of Jodhpur.
Jaswant Thada:
Located near the Mehrangarh Fort, Jaswant Thada is a stunning marble cenotaph built in memory of Maharaja Jaswant Singh II. This architectural marvel is adorned with intricate carvings, delicate marble lattice screens, and tranquil gardens. Take a peaceful stroll around the memorial and enjoy the serene ambiance while marveling at the detailed craftsmanship.
Desert Safari and Camel Rides:
Experience the magic of the Thar Desert by embarking on a thrilling desert safari adventure. Hop on a camel and traverse the golden sand dunes as you soak in the awe-inspiring desert landscape. Witness mesmerizing sunsets and enjoy traditional Rajasthani folk performances under the starlit sky. The desert safari is an exhilarating escapade that allows you to connect with nature and immerse yourself in the rustic charm of Rajasthan.
Mandore Gardens:
Escape the hustle and bustle of the city and explore the tranquil oasis of Mandore Gardens. This historical site, once the capital of Marwar, features beautifully landscaped gardens, ancient temples, and grand cenotaphs. Admire the intricate architecture of the cenotaphs dedicated to the brave Rajput warriors and enjoy a serene picnic amidst the lush green surroundings.
Stepwell Excursion to Toorji Ka Jhalra:
Jodhpur is home to a hidden gem known as Toorji Ka Jhalra, a magnificent stepwell that dates back to the 18th century. This architectural marvel was constructed to provide water for the local community. Descend the steps and witness the intricate geometric patterns adorning the walls of the stepwell. The tranquil ambiance and unique design make it a perfect spot for photography enthusiasts and a peaceful retreat from the bustling city.
Marwar Festival:
Plan your visit to coincide with the Marwar Festival, an annual extravaganza that showcases the vibrant culture and traditions of Jodhpur. Held in memory of the valiant heroes of Rajasthan, the festival offers a captivating display of folk music, traditional dance performances, camel races, and exciting competitions like turban tying and mustache contests. Immerse yourself in the lively festivities and witness the vibrant spirit of the locals as they celebrate their rich heritage.
Bishnoi Village Safari:
Embark on a Bishnoi Village Safari to get a glimpse of rural life in Rajasthan and learn about the Bishnoi community, known for its harmonious relationship with nature and wildlife conservation efforts. Interact with friendly villagers, witness traditional pottery making, and observe local artisans at work. Keep an eye out for the region's diverse wildlife, including blackbucks and migratory birds, as you explore the rustic beauty of the Bishnoi villages.
Adventure Activities:
For adrenaline junkies seeking adventure, Jodhpur offers exciting opportunities for ziplining, paragliding, and rock climbing. Indulge in thrilling activities and witness the mesmerizing landscapes of Jodhpur from a different perspective. Challenge yourself and create unforgettable memories as you engage in these adrenaline-pumping adventures.
Conclusion:
Jodhpur, with its magnificent forts, vibrant markets, cultural festivals, and warm hospitality, offers a truly immersive experience. Whether you're exploring the architectural wonders, savoring delectable cuisine, or witnessing the vibrant traditions, Jodhpur never fails to captivate visitors with its unique blend of history, culture, and natural beauty. So, pack your bags and get ready to be enchanted by Blue City's timeless allure.

Visiting my family for the first time in a long time as These last few years had kept us apart. Anyways, they don’t know I’m out, mentally at least, and they have icons EVERYWHERE! On every wall, there’s an icon corner in every room, there’s crosses strung over doors randomly… it’s really creepy. It’s like I’m constantly being watched and a reminder for them that they’re constantly being monitored so they best be on good behaviour. We also joined them to church, it was a big cathedral, massive icons and frescos and all, all of it (church and home) is very anxiety inducing. In our bedrooms and areas only we are using ive had to put some icons away because it’s just to much.

My Xdiavel is coming up on it's 15,000km service. It's also five years old so I'm going to get the belts done too. Called up the only Ducati dealer in the country to book it in and they say doing the belts is a massive job, coolant drained and radiator off etc doing everything apart from checking the valves. They basically want to do the desmo service even though that's not due for another 15,000km. Is this right? I'm obviously no mechanic but there's no bodywork obstructing the belt covers and I can't see why they need to spend a day dismantling the bike for this job. I'm open to correction on this, I'm just worried I'm being taken for a ride!

Hi officers,
I’m just writing this here just for some advice on a couple of things I’ve been worried about. Basically when I was 21 I was on Omegle and ended up getting the Snapchat of a girl who was 15 who was from the Netherlands. Im 26 now. I’m really worried I could have said or done something inappropriate even though I don’t remember. I did message her last year and she said I didn’t do anything inappropriate apart from flex my biceps on camera. However I’m just worried because I do remember saying I would show her around if she ever came to England but I’m terrified if that was in an inappropriate way, even though I’m sure it wasn’t?
The second one was when i was 23 on a lifeguard course I ended up getting the number of a girl who was 16. We did end up having a sexually flirtatious conversation however after a couple of days I told her she had to be 18 and moved on.
I have been to the police station three times about these things and they told me I’m overthinking things and need to move on. However I have this terrible fear of the police and that they are coming for me and stuff.
I do have a mental health condition so I don’t think this helps but I just need some advice on things.
Thanks.

Disclaimer : i am not used to story telling so the story will kinda be all over the place and i apologize in advanced!
Let me start from the beginning, for aslong as i can remember i had a crush on this guy since first week of classes. it was really awkward at the time because i was not sure about who i am just yet. that was like 8-9 months ago. For description this guy is the typical high grade glasses and very average looking, we are about the same height like 5'3 or something (never really checked) not slim but not masculine either, short black hair and black eyes i think
A description of me, i am a short guy, average-goodlooking (im bold i actually have a crush on myself lol) not slim but not muscular too (we are the same body types). short black hair and dark brown eyes.
Something about myself, i am not the most sociable guy. my mood depends on my energy so my friend often portrays me as "cold person" or "sad boy" lol i dont mind. I often give cold shoulder when my energy levels are low (something i should work on) especially when it comes to packing up and going home. That information will come handy later.
Anyways things went on and i started to befriend this guy (the awkwardness is real). it was all fine until he finally joined our friend group. ofcourse i have to act like its not a big deal (it is) i could remember that i was a little panicky lol. then he started to closely befriend my friends, they would hang out like almost everyday, this made me feel like i didnt belong anymore for the longest time but i didnt let it bother me.
For some reason he was touchy and sweet towards me (putting his head on my shoulder, finding a way to see me everytime there is a chance, i catch him looking at me and then he looks away etc etc) these signs of him was the ones that gaved me hope for the longest time while i was supressing my feelings because at the time i didnt know who i was ( i had a identity crisis). I was often giving cold shoulder to him because i was not sure whether i should continue doing what i was doing because i wasnt sure who i was until one day i settled on being bi.
Theres this one time i can remember where we got to this rooftop with our friends and him and it was like past sunset, the place was moody almost romantic illuminated by the pink skies above. we sat down by this stone walkway and just taking in the scenery. there was no words spoken between us but our friends are just cracking jokes and being silly lol. the whole time i was overthinking whether i should confess on that moment or wait for the "perfect time". then suddenly he puts his head on my shoulder again. this time it felt different, it felt right. i sadly didnt took a photo of our shadows but i did took a photo of our shadows sat together (sorry i cant show it to you guys). That was a time to remember, but a memory that would soon turn bitter.
My search for the "perfect time" came and go, i was wasting opportunities like it was tap water lol. if there was a lost opportunity for confession competition i would've won lol. All these times my mood were like roller coaster, one day im like "YEAHH LETS FRICKKING GO", then the next day i be like "i want to die, stare at you emotionless", that didnt help our relationship because i think hes interpreting it as a negative thing. These things led to our relationship slowly tearing apart (and it was never strong in the first place). there was a point where im like (i cant keep doing this i either should confess or completely move on) and i decided to confess.
I didnt wait for a perfect time, i didnt tell him personally either. i shoot him a quick text. actually its not a text its a screenshot of a text i wrote on notepad. At this point i didnt care about the outcome i wanted this to end because it was hurting me like hell. He replied the exact words:
(The day before this i didnt didnt talk to him because i thought he was ignoring me)
"Hello, i was just busy the other day. well thanks i guess i have noticed it for a while now, sorry in advanced"
at this point i was numb i didnt even feel a thing but i texted him just to make sure
"thats a no" "right?"
he dodged the question and said
"goodnight"
goodnight? what goodnight? i asked you a question and you said goodnight? i was mad for a while and i collected my self and said
"well thanks for your answer, i finally found the closure i was looking for all this time"
"goodnight"
that was the last time i have talked to him. yes we see each other in school but we have been ignoring each other since then. at first i was like okay dont talk to me its not like i care anyway, now i feel shit. its awkward being in the same friend group and hes closer to my friends now than me. i feel left out of the friend group and wondering what to do next. we are nearing graduation i feel like my time is running out but at the same time i feel like i should not do anything because he already rejected me. any thoughts?
again i apologize that the story is all over the place.

I was talking to some friends the other day and realized that my perspective on life is very different than all if theirs. I didn't expect everyone to think like me but for none of them to was a surprise. Plus, there was a hugr amount of shock on their faces when I told them I have never imagined being 70, 80, or 90 something.
When I was a child I thought that if I lived to be 30 something that was old enough. In my 20s I thought that 40 was plenty. Now that I'm 42, I can't imagine being older than my mid 50s. In fact, if I live more than another 10-15 years, I'll be incredibly surprised. And probably incredibly disappointed too.
Please tell me I'm not the only person that doesn't plan to live forever. Tell me there are other people that have never imagined that they would live to be significanly older than 50. Tell me there are other people out there that would be happy to have life end long before their body falls apart completely.

Just rewatched Season 1 and because I don't ever want to go into the unknown not knowing, I learned some shit about dealing with mobsters.

1. Suppose you're the middle man for hitting a mob capo. If your mob contact approaches his car, leans over to speak to a ghost in the backseat, then motions for you to return--please don't. You're not Donnie from Jersey anymore. You're Chip from wherever the fuck.
2. Your friends may not really be your friends. If one of them comes by to take you to a spa or a high-class hooker, and they don't allow you to put anything decent on, it's time to bail and work construction up north. And not sitting around on your ass eating sandwiches breaking balls construction. Using a hammer construction. With a nail on the other end. Not a person's head.
3. Now if you do find yourself up north, be more attentive to Jersey plates at your local gas station. Never know when a mobster's touring the Ivy trail with his ill-gotten gains.
4. Don't order a hit where the assassin can't just boom headshot the vic. There's really no excuse here from Mikey and Junior. They should've, if nothing else, seen Goodfellas and Casino, both of which had been out for years, and have observed how an up-close, casual headshot was the way to go. Otherwise you risk hitting the man's literal juice.
5. Obvious one: if you hijack a prominent mobster's truck, and somehow don't die because of it, don't, and this demands italics, don't hijack another truck from said mobster or the last thing you hear won't be your child's "I love you" on your deathbed, it'll be a bad pun from a half-assed wiseguy suffering from a traumatic case of fuckfaceitis.
6. A man you tried to kill shows up at your boat, he's not merely holding a fish. Similarly, should your assassination attempt fail, don't be all living life as usual, jogging through dense woods which may have poison ivy and irritate one of the men who inevitably is coming to kill you, so any hope of talking your way out of it, infinitesimal as it was already, vanishes to absolute zero.
7. Teach yourself to fly or at a minimum wear a jetpack. Could find yourself being tossed off a bridge by a nice guy who won't shoot you down should you fly away.
8. Don't go into the music business. They be scamming you.
9. When you're a mobster, people only care about you for the fame, because you can tell grisly stories, because you might've ridden with John Gotti in an ice cream truck. They don't know the real you. Your only friends are your mob friends but as noted already they aren't really your friends. It's a lonely life.
10. Cunnilingus and psychiatry can bring about war. Do neither.