Infiniti q50 fuse box diagram

Hello, I recently made the foolish mistake of reversing the polarity on my 2007 Lexus is350. I have already gone through the process of replacing the fusible link and the battery. However, now I am wondering what other fuses I need to replace. Now that I replaced the fusile link, the car is running, and most systems are operating normally, however, some things such as the radio, AC, lighting, and other components are not operating. The TV was not operating, however; I replaced its fuse, and it came on. Tonight, I am planning to go through and check each fuse in each fuse box and replace them all. Is there anything specific I should look for or any other special fuses that need to be replaced other than the fusile link? I hate to even think about it, but is it possible that some of these systems could be fried? I've seen a few other posts of people who have done the same thing and they said all they had to do was replace the fuses and everything worked properly, however, I am a bit worried because I think I already replaced all the fuses for the radio and yet it is still not operating. Won't know for sure though until I replace them all. Any guidance/advice on this matter is greatly appreciated.

26 no kids, Looking to buy a fun weekend car in cash. Will finance if it costs over 130k. Already have a 2018 infiniti q50 for daily commutes.
Requirements: -NA engine -Decently reliable (can do my own maintenance) -15+ mpg -Great sound system
Looking at an R8 but open to suggestions!

I got the after 3 years the left bud on my Indy ANC went out so I replaced them with grind fuels that I just got in this morning. So my experience with these is mixed so far, they fit in my ear better than the Indy, which surprised me because it doesn't have wing tips.
I had gotten used to the Indy ANC control layout, so I tried mapping it on the fuels but I guess its not taking
Single press: vol - up/down Double press - play/pause Press and hold - previous/next track
It just jumbled the commands so I might have to reset it and just get used to the new controls until this is fixed (which is a little frustrating), I'd at least recommend Skullcandy to fine tune their app in this area and the EQ a bit more. I actually preferred the last version of testing personal sound which was tap if you hear the beep rather than press and release, tap felt more accurate.
As for the sound. Well, compared to the Indy ANC these are really quiet out of the box but the sound is more even with a big bass push like the Indy ANC which both have a 12mm driver, my Indy were pretty loud out of the box ..and I'm saying like I had volume at 100% using Spotify with the grind fuel on my phone and it was like half of my Indy ANC output at 100%. But, I improved it because I found out Spotify re-enabled volume normalization after an update which made the tracks quieter.
I also turned off Spotify EQ which raised the volume even higher and made the sound more flat on the grind fuel (I only used Spotify EQ because the Indy ANC tuning is wildly placed) but I'm looking for a better customized sound on the Skullcandy IQ custom equalizer if anyone has a more natural EQ settings please post.
As for Skullcandy if they're seeing this, you're heading in the right direction with the app, but like I said, the last personal sound test felt more accurate, the custom EQ could use a bit more details ..like idk, number scaling on the graph! Maybe manual frequency input for each band for users to really dial in. And for the final thing, the control customization, maybe it's just me but my Grind fuels aren't locking in what I change my presses to. ..I'd say at best fuse the old app with the new or let users port over their personal sounds from the older version.
Personally I do like these but I'd like to dial in a more natural soundstage, I'm still gonna get the Mod model sometime soon. But for now this was a quick replacement for my Indy ANC.

I recently bought a 2007 mazda 3 gt and I am having trouble finding out what the problem is with my radio. It does not turn on or show anything on the display to show that it is turned on. The ambient temperature shows but not the clock or the stereo settings. The orange backlight is also on as well. I checked my fuses in both fuse boxes (engine and under glove compartment) for AUDIO and ROOM (apparently sometimes the ROOM fuse is the problem) and the fuses are good, i tested them with my multimeter. Everything seems to be connected in back of the radio when I took it out and there are no broken wires. Would anyone know what else to do or where else to look?

I recently bought a 2007 mazda 3 gt and I am having trouble finding out what the problem is with my radio. It does not turn on or show anything on the display to show that it is turned on. The ambient temperature shows but not the clock or the stereo settings. The orange backlight is also on as well. I checked my fuses in both fuse boxes (engine and under glove compartment) for AUDIO and ROOM (apparently sometimes the ROOM fuse is the problem) and the fuses are good, i tested them with my multimeter. Everything seems to be connected in back of the radio when I took it out and there are no broken wires. Would anyone know what else to do or where else to look?

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How do I explain my husband that his constant critics are harming me a lot?
My husband (39M) is very critical with everything I (33F) do and I do not know how to tell him to stop.
We have been together for a decade and married a few months. It is not a new thing but lately we have been tought a very stressful period due to external reasons (leaks in the house, neighbour harassing us...) and it has gotten really bad. I am very low self steem and a few years ago I became chronically ill and disabled and i just dont have any steem left so criticism really harms me.
He does not mean bad but he is constantly telling me what to do as if i am a child. Yesterday i drove with him to the city to translate for some medical tests (he is not fluent yet in my language). I tought that i was being kind by doing that but instead of being thanksful he was the whole time criticizing my driving or telling me to do stuff 'move here, give the receptionist the papers' as if i am stupid.
We have been dealing for months with leaks in our new home and a upstairs neighbor that is a narcissistic lunatic and refuses access to the insurance to fix our leaks. We are going to court to force her to let us fix them but its been months. The last week (on my birthday) we got water in the fuse box and the electricity went out. I have been handling all the talks with the insurance and the lawyers but everything goes very slow in Spain. He cannot do any of that because of the language, and i dont mind doing it. But i am very stressed and taking medication for anxiety.
But he is constantly telling me to call the lawyer to "speed things up" send emails, talk to the insurance etc. We are waiting for the couthouse, there is nothing we can do but he doesnt believe me. Even said that he might call himself ( not speaking the language) because i am not putting pressure enough on them.
Anyway i love him but i cannot survive the constant critics. I am ill, in pain, disabled and have dealt with suicidal toughts for years. Every time that he does this i die a bit inside and i dont know how long i will stay strong.
I am very bad at communicating without getting upset and I do not know how to talk to him about this.
Any advice?
Please refrain from simply saying "divorce him". Its a solution that i might consider in the long term but its not what i am looking for now. I just want to learn how to explain him that he is harming me by doing this.

Sirens.
The darkness accompanies the sharp bursts of noise cutting through the air. Rumbling is present below on the ground. Everything is murky, blurred, disjointed.
Muffled voices start to speak and conversate from afar. The sound of a door snapping open can be heard. The voices continue to talk, replacing the sirens as they die out within another minute. Footsteps can be heard… and another door opens. Suddenly… the sensation of falling, tumbling, crashing down is overwhelming, too much to handle, everything sucked into the vat of nothingness.
Sirens.
×××
Soundtrack: nightmares by izaya tiji
Travis Crowley’s eyelids slowly unwind, sinking back into the depths of his face. The eyes peek out, his vision blurry as he regains consciousness. Head hurting like the dickens, he groans, taking his time reanimating. The DeadStar comes back to life, his body creaking as he moves for the first time in a while. As soon as he tries to sit up, he’s met by a hand to the chest, pressing him back down to where he was before. Confused, a nervous Travis tries to get up again, only to be forced back down. With his eyes adjusting to the light, voices have to ring out when it’s clear Travis is still out of his element. Travis finally starts to make out a figure just a foot away, sitting right beside him as they look toward someone else. The King of The Fall notices the afro quickly.
“Ramona-”
“Shh- I am so glad you’re back. Things have just been so hectic lately, i just-”
“Dizzi?”
Ramona turns and touches foreheads with Travis, softly pushing him back into the depths of bed once again. He winces as she rubs his head, confused as to why it hurts so much. She kisses him goodbye, before hugging Dizzi and telling them both she’ll be back. Ramona leaves, and Travis lets his head flop back as Dizzi pulls up a chair, Travis recognizes the room, realizing he’s back in Calabasas.
“Well, Travis. Looks like you’ve been staying busy”
Travis rolls his eyes, his friend smirking as she gets off the subtle shot at him. The DeadStar rolls over, finding and grabbing his phone off the nightstand. He checks the clock and stretches, seeing that it’s ten in the morning. He rubs his temples, feeling the headache come in even stronger than before.
“How has Sweden been?”
“Oh the usual. High fashion snobs and wannabe models. Not much different from what we got back at home.”
Travis smiles through his head pain, recalling his trip to Sweden a couple years back. What started out as a simple business trip to promote Obscuur Refurunces turned into an opportunity for Dizzi, and Travis was the first to suggest accepting.
“I guess that means you’re more qualified to run the brand than I am?”
“Oh please, let’s not go that far… I see what you’ve been up to, teasing those samples on Instagram. You've been working on something?”
“Maybe… I’ll show you later though. When did you get back to the States?”
“Studying abroad gets old after about nine months. Been trying to figure out when to take holiday, then poof. I get a call from Ramona, suddenly I need to pay respects to a friend as they lie on their deathbed…”
“Interesting way to say it…”
“You’ve got an interesting way to live life, bud…”
Travis sees the look in Dizzi’s eyes change. He sighs as she leans in, knowing the speech that’s going to ensue. The DeadStar grimaces as Dizzi locks eyes with him, already aware of what’s next. But suddenly, he feels another flash of pain in his head, in pure agony as he grabs at his temples. Dizzi’s face turns to one of concern, checking on Travis as he breaks a sweat trying to tough through it.
“What the Hell happened?”
“Y-you don’t know?”
Travis looks at her, his expression a mix of pain, frustration, and confusion. She looks back at him, quickly shaking the stumped look off her face. She quickly stands up, and walks away from the bed, turning toward the window.
“Dizzi what happened?”
“It doesn’t matter…”
“What do you MEAN it doesn’t matter???”
“Look, all that matters right now is that you rest, get better, and just stay safe. Everything else you can worry about later. And those are words I got from Ramona herself.”
Travis feels the pain in currents, using the opportunity of it subsiding to get moving. He sits up, swinging a leg out from under the covers. He sits there for a minute, ignoring as Dizzi shoots a glance at him every once in a while, masking it by tidying up the room. Travis wipes his eyes, trying to push through the pain. He’s wearing black shorts and a white shirt, socks keeping his feet protected from the cold hardwood floor. He lays back sideways on the bed, taking everything in.
“Are you okay, you need anything?”
Sirens.
“Ah man… lemme uh…”
Sirens.
“Could you pick up some donuts?”
“Sure, I could DoorDash some, maybe Krispy Kre-”
“Ah, actually. I was hoping to get them from that local place?”
“Local place?”
“You know, the local place. The place all three of us go to!”
“... Frankie’s?”
“Yeah, that’s the place. They got special flavors, let’s get a dozen from there!”
“How is that local, isn’t it like an hour away from here?”
“You can take my car!”
Travis smiles through the head pain, feeling it at excruciating levels at this point. The DeadStar questions if this will be the death of him as he grins at Dizzi, his expression backing her into a corner as she reluctantly agrees to go make a pastry run. Grabbing the keys off the hook on the bedroom wall, she waves Travis goodbye before leaving out the front door. Travis takes a deep breath, before standing up out of bed, rubbing his temple yet again as he takes a couple steps forward, He looks down at the view below, watching from the window as Dizzi opens the garage door. Travis makes sure he can’t be seen as she drives the car out from the garage and down the hill, soon disappearing from the mess of land altogether. Travis leans against the windowsill, taking in the view for a couple minutes. Getting his thoughts together, he grabs his phone, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Part of him doesn’t even want to open it. Part of him doesn’t want to find out what the Hell happened, how he ended up on his deathbed like how Dizzi described. But he pushes ahead, unlocking in with his fingerprint and immediately being blasted with a headline that sends a shiver down his spine.
“FBE Recap: Ethan Fadley Attacks Travis Crowley… Leaves Firestorm 118 without a Main Event!”
Travis’ eye twitches, noticing the thumbnail accompanying the headline. Ethan Fadley holding up the Intercontinental Championship, a crazed look in his eye. Dark blue strap in his grip as he makes a grab for the camera in the picture. Slowly, Travis pieces it together, all while the pain returns in his head, stinging like the dickens as he closes his phone. He makes his way over to the closet, trading in the shorts for some jeans and slipping into some Vans. Throwing a random shirt over his shoulder, he stuffs a travel bag full of random toiletries and clothes, and grabs his phone off the bed in a hurry, making a call as he jets out the door.
“Hello?”
“Ape!”
“Yo, what’s going on man? You good, you alright?”
“Doing fine. What happened after the show?”
“Conor had Irish police escort the ambulance to the hospital. We all got airlifted back to LA. I wanted to drive up and stay with you guys while you got better… didn’t feel right though.”
“Please tell me you’re still out here…”
“Yeah, I've been hiding out. Wanted to wait till you were up and awake before I made the next move. Crenshaw Inn Motel.”
“I’m there”
Travis keeps Ape on the phone as he walks into the garage, swinging his leg over his chopper, only to feel woozy from just doing that. The head pain is too much, shooting out to every inch and corner of Travis’ mind, keeping him off his game. Shaking his head in a desperate attempt to regain balance, he slowly slides off the motorcycle, leaning against it and breathing hard as Ape checks up on him.
“Matter fact, uh… I might get a cab”
“I’ll come to you then, I’ll have them pick you up, we’ll grab breakfast and talk.”
“Bet, thanks bro.”
Travis sits in the driveway, waiting for his friend to arrive in the cab. Worried that Dizzi or Ramona might show up before Ape and intercept him, he’s relieved to get a call from his best friend and see a yellow cab pulling up in front of the house. Travis slips on the shirt and jumps into the backseat, dapping up Ape as they quickly speed off from the scene.
×××
“Where are you, Travis?”
“I’m fine, everything is okay, Ramon-”
“I didn’t ask you that, Travis. Tell me where you are”
“That’s not important right n-”
“Travis, PLEASE don’t tell me you’re going back on tour for Firestorm, please”
“... I need to take care of this. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Trav-”
Soundtrack: losing my mind by izaya tiji
Crenshaw Inn Motel - May 25th, 2023 - 11:38 AM
Travis hangs up the phone, putting it on silent just in case Ramona or Dizzi call again. The DeadStar looks out the window of the motel, playing with the blinds as he watches city slickers make their way past his view. Sitting on one of the double beds is Ape, opening a box of delicacies from Frankie’s Donut Palace. Biting into an eclair, he suggests they get some air, opening the mini fridge and opening a can of pop. Travis takes one more look out the window, before turning around, facing the pastries now. Seeing a bear claw in the corner, he picks it up, taking his first bite of the day as Ape checks his phone. Travis makes his way out of the motel room, Ape saying he had to make a call before he joined him.
Travis stands in the parking lot of the motel, finishing off the bear claw in one hand with a joint in the other. Looking down at himself, he realizes that he’s got his shirt on inside out. Moving to fix it the right way, the DeadStar suddenly scowls and stops, seeing a familiar design. The REVOLT Summer World Tour from the year before sold out immediately, becoming a legendary piece of FBE memorabilia after its limited run. Now it’s just a bad memory for the King of The Fall. Travis shakes his head in annoyance, pulling from the joint as Ape closes the motel room door behind him. Together, they stand in silence, leaning against the beams supporting the roof covering the motel walkways. The pain creeps in, making a return as Travis starts to see red for a completely different reason.
“He almost ended my career…”
“I know…”
Sirens.
“He left me bloody… he left STEEZ bloody… he ruined everything...”
“I know…”
Sirens.
“I stepped aside for this motherfucker, not once, but TWICE. I let him be big dog. I put my glory to the side for HIM. Because that was MY BROTHER. And he…”
“I know…”
Sirens.
Travis has a thousand yard stare on his face, the pain fighting him on the inside as he carries no expression. Clenching his jaw, he takes a deep breath, waiting as it subsides. He pulls up his phone and immediately pulls up tickets to Scotland. Ape, looking over his shoulder in curiosity, looks at Travis in shock.
“Dude, you’re going to Firestorm???”
“I’m getting my title back. And I’m ripping Ethan’s fucking head off.”
“Bro-”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t expect me to do this.”
Ape looks at Travis, worried. Travis stares hard, doing his best to pull a stone-like expression on his face. The Infinity Ace sighs, nodding as he understands that there’s no going back after what has happened between Ethan and the rest of what used to be REVOLT. He throws an arm around Travis, leading him back in the motel room, gathering both their bags.
“...Get me a ticket.”
×××
St. Andrews Golf Club, Scotland - May 26th, 2023 - 9:32 PM
“Jesus Christ, where the fuck is he, man?”
“Just give him a second, bro. He’ll be here. I know he’ll be here. By the way, how’s your head?”
Travis and Ape stand outside a side door of St. Andrews Golf Club, waiting for a bit of help from an inside man. Ape dialed up Code Blue asking for help getting into the prestigious golf club with the show already in progress. Now, it’s just up to him to get Highly Suspect in. Travis paces back and forth as they wait for what feels like an eternity, only for Blue to suddenly appear, waving them in. Ape smiles, but an irritated Travis rolls his eyes.
“Is the show over? Wouldn’t be surprised since it took so damn long.”
“Oh, c’mon Travis. I was on the other side of the building. Had to rush getting over here. You know, I got my own match to prepare for too, right? I got priorities just like everyone else."
“Shut the fuck up, Blue”
“You better watch your fucking mouth,”
“I will slap the shit out of-”
“I’m not afraid of you, Travis. Don’t you ever get that confused…”
Blue, who was walking along with everyone else through the hall, suddenly stops and locks eyes with Travis. Not budging, he stares down the King of The Fall, who stares back at him with venom and anger. Ape gets in between them, Travis grabbing onto Ape as he yells at Blue.
“Motherfucker, you think this is about fear? I don’t give a FUCK if you’re afraid of me, I’ll change that if I WANT! Back up-
“Stop, STOP! BOTH OF YOU!”
“Ah, screw this-”
Travis darts around Ape, shoving past Code Blue and doing the dash down the hall. Ape calls after Travis, beginning to race after him when he realizes it’s no use using words. Crowley crashes Guerrilla and busts through the curtain, racing down the aisle as the crowd yell out in shock. Travis slides into the ring and blasts the special guest announcer, taking his mic as the audience fully explodes once they realize who’s back. With the pain and shadows overloading his senses, Travis powers through as he runs his hand through his hair.
“SCOTLAND! REVEAL THE JUDAS! REVEAL THE TRAITOR! I WANT ETHAN FADLEY! I WANT MY TITLE BACK, AND I WANT THE HEAD OF THE SON OF ROSES!”
Travis looks down at the announcer, decked out in the dark green suit yelling at him about the main event being in a few minutes. The DeadStar says he doesn’t give a damn, claiming he’ll stay in this ring all night until Ethan comes back with his Intercontinental Championship.
“I don’t think you understand what this is. This is FBE. And what a nigga like me says, is what GOES. BRING ME FADLEY.”
The announcer gets back to his feet, shocked at the audacity. He tells off Travis, asking him if he knows who he is, ONLY TO GET HIT WITH A SSWEET CHIN MUSIC! HOLY FUCK! Travis stares down at the dark green suit tumbling through the ropes as Ape suddenly appears by him, grabbing and telling him they need to go. Travis rips himself free, and grips the ropes, repeating what he said, demanding Ethan Fadley. And speak of the Devil…
… Who else joins them but the Son of Roses. Noticeably without the Intercontinental Championship, Ethan smiles as Travis seemingly gets more rowdy and unhinged, Ape unable to contain the DeadStar. Mic in hand, the former best friend of Highly Suspect asks how exactly they got into the show so late. Ape tries to tell off Ethan while Travis begins to lose control, but it’s no use. Ethan continues to talk, saying regardless of how they pulled it off, he’s glad they’re here to witness the Aether Aces rule yet another night. After last week’s conquest, it’s time for Inferno to embarrass Code Blue and walk out, still World Champion.
“But you didn’t come for that… did you, Cowboy?”
Ethan smirks as Travis trembles with anger, unable to even listen to or recognize Ape trying to hold him back. Fadley knows he’s pushing his former friend to the edge.
“No… I know what you came for… the first challenger for none other than the NEW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION… BESTOWED UPON HIM BY HIS FELLOW AETHER ACES… THE HOMETOWN HERO, JAY CASTLE!”
Travis freezes as Jay Castle enters, holding up the Intercontinental Championship in all its glory. Crowley’s pride and joy. After seeing the collapse of REVOLT from a TV screen, falling off the map of relevancy. Only to crawl back, and become Grand Slam Intercontinental Champion. It was all Travis had left. And they TOOK that from him. The King of The Fall locks eyes with Jay Castle, only to get pulled away by Ethan’s words yet again.
“And if you weren’t up to date with the news, Cowboy? Not only has Jay Castle dethroned you for the Intercontinental Championship… he’s going to kill your World Championship aspirations, by knocking you out full stop, FIRST ROUND of the Heyman Classic.”
Travis and Ape take in the news, staring down Jay Castle and Ethan as they reach ringside. With the crowd bursting with energy, and tension rising with every second, Travis sinks into the pain and madness, shoving Ape out of the way as he charges, leaping out to the Aether Aces without a care in the world…
… And that’s when the DeadStar snaps…
Sirens.

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Chapter 31
It was a long while before Quin stirred. He knew it was well past the 14:00 mark when the crew would have re-boarded. He glanced down at his armband and saw 18:43. He was thirteen minutes late to the dinner hour. The weight of everything sitting heavy on his shoulders, he lethargically pushed himself out of bed and sat on the edge, his face in his hands. Falling forward onto his feet, he trudged over to the door and unlocked it. Out in the corridor, he found almost no one. A lone security officer made his way slowly around the corner as he was looking down at a tablet. He paid no mind to Quin and he slowly passed, heading to the cafeteria.
Maybe I can grab something to eat really quick before anyone recognizes I’m there, he hoped. They should all be busy eating, I could just slip in and out. He had no intention to speak to anyone. His armband and even the screen in his room were unusually silent, which didn’t bother him too much, given the way that he was feeling. He knew he would eventually have to face the crew, and especially Nova, back at work the next day. I technically should have been back already. There was mixture of fury, shame, and uncertainty brewing in his gut and he wanted to quash it before having to meet anyone. He breathed slowly, deeply, and leaned up against a wall. He let his head rest against the wall and felt the queasy feeling subside a bit. He sighed and pushed out a long exhale, leaving the wall.
He saw no one as he wound through the crew dormitories, arriving at the main hallway that connected the crew living space, the command deck, and the working spaces. Right on the edge of this junction, the main cafeteria’s double doors opened into a massive bay, with tables stretching far down the open space leading to the serving line and kitchens in back. Quin knew that back there, Bostwick had arranged to have coffee served continuously. He looked around and saw pockets of people eating and a larger crowd lounging around a group of tables. Quin saw Mae and Bostwick among the group and made to leave to avoid them, but Mae caught his eye and waved him over, preventing his escape.
Quin trudged over and sat down at the periphery of the group, He didn’t recognize a lot of the people sitting there, though he could remember a few being among Mae’s engineering section. He supposed the others were a good mix, some being security, judging by their builds and haircuts.
Mae leaned toward him a whispered, “As you can imagine, word has travelled fast.” This set Quin on edge. He in no way felt ready to confront his fellow crewmembers about what took place in that hangar. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat before he felt a hand on his upper arm. Mae was looking at him, meeting his eye as he silently pleaded to escape. Her firm clutch on his arm was remarkably comforting.
“It’s okay, Quin,” Mae whispered to him. “Nothing is going to happen. I’m here and so is Commander Bostwick. Stay, eat.” She slid him her tray where a good portion of her meal was untouched. He grabbed a rehydrated roll and tore off a bit. It was about all he could stomach. He chewed slowly and let his eyes trace the floor tiles between his feet. It allowed him to be ignored by the ongoing chatter while still paying attention to what was being said. A number of the crew were debating amongst themselves, some more loudly than others.
“Drake here thinks we can just go killing each other willy-nilly,” one crewmember said loudly. She gestured to an older, scruffy looking man in a white t-shirt and a stained apron reclining against the table, a hardened look about him. He was the head of the kitchen crew that Quin remembered from his first briefing.
“Shoulda killed ‘em while she had ‘em pinned,” Drake grunted. His accent was more British than anything, though it was course and not like some of the academy instructors’ more refined dialect.
“You can’t be serious, Drake. Killing another person? That’s so senseless,” Mae said.
“Goddamn thief, gotta lot less than ‘e deserved,” Drake scowled.
“Drake, we’re on a goddam humanitarian mission, for the love of…” Mae quipped, exasperated. “How can you be for killing this guy when we are trying to save all those people of Gaia?”
“It’s tha’ job, girlie,” Drake retorted. “You officer types got all these ideas. You know how much a support staff gets from this? Imma retire tha’ minute we get back.”
“Well, sure, there’s that,” Mae said, a little resigned. “But there’s also the humanist principle. Protecting and promoting human life.”
“Life is pointless, dearie. Th’ sooner you reconcile yerself with tha’, the sooner you will be comfortable with th’ fact tha’ nothing you do matters. Tha’ bloke is insignificant. An’ so are you,” Drake stated, punctuating his last sentence with a jab of the finger at Mae.
“Why are you being so cold?” Mae said, rather hurt.
“Cause life hurts, right Chief?” Drake sneered. He turned to Commander Bostwick with raised eyebrows. It was clear that Bostwick was now the only person that could say anything that would be heard by the entire group, Drake included. The familiarity of the remark seemed to indicate that Bostwick and Drake had been on missions before together.
“Actually, Drake, I don’t agree,” Louis said, seemingly waking out of a deep reverie.
“Really? You think this whol’ thing ain’t some crock of shit?” Drake asked incredulously.
“I have long ago come to terms with how small I am compared to the grand arch of the universe. You can’t be a space traveler and not see that. In my experience, it usually drives people to one of two extremes: they either become extremely religious in their search for belonging and purpose, or they become so nihilistic that caring goes the way of the common cold: extinct. I see that you tend towards the latter. Me?” Louis shrugged, offering, “I take a different approach. Yes, our existence has a sense of cosmic horror and pointlessness. We are not some Ancient Ones, consuming worlds and manipulating the very fabric of physical laws. We are subject to the universe’s ebbs and flows. So, what do we do? What can we do? We give our lives purpose; we give them meaning.”
“Yer just like ‘er,” Drake said, shaking his head and flapping his hands to wave him off. “Sentimental wishing that’ll save tha worl’.”
“Perhaps. Though I would say I’ve seen quite a few loved ones and colleagues senselessly killed: training accident mishaps, space travel cataclysms, incurable diseases, not to mention at the end of a gun.” Quin was frozen, though he was staring intently at the floor so as to not meet anyone’s gaze. He knew who Bostwick was talking about when listing those causes, and Quin felt his stomach churn violently when imagining himself being on that list.
“Their deaths affect everyone around them and funerals are for the living,” Bostwick continued. “You can’t see that and not be angry at the universe for what seems like random fatal chance. I know I have been at some points. So, I’ve come to look at it this way. In light of everything that could go wrong at any time, YOU, yourself, are responsible for giving your life meaning.”
“Philosophical bullshit,” Drake said, interrupting, and crossing his arms and leaning back against a cafeteria table.
“Shut the hell up, Drake,” Mae said testily, turning back to Louis.
“It’s okay, Mae, everyone is entitled to their opinion,” Louis said, smiling softly.
“Sure, but he keeps dismissing it without letting you explain it. What do you mean by ‘giving meaning’?”
“Hmm, well, look at it like this. Whatever you do in life, you are remembered by. Everyone interprets things too, so your meaning is the only thing that comes from you, intrinsically. Once you put it out there, it’s for others to deal with as they please. Especially in death. That’s why we gild our historical figures, we project our best wishes on them, despite what meaning they may have intended for their life. It is only in your own life and your own motivations that you are able to control your meaning, your purpose, so that is why you have to live your life as fully as possible.”
“Wow, that’s pretty heady,” Mae said, smiling a bit.
“Not really. Look at it like this. When the Europeans set out to conquer the American continents, they were after large amounts of gold. Gold, itself, has no real intrinsic purpose, until a person comes along and gives it a purpose or meaning by using it for something. So, the Europeans ascribed it tremendous value. The Native Americans living on those two continents, millions of people spread across thousands of miles of land and spanning cultures, languages, and beliefs, were subject to such cruelty and horror, through genocide and plague, all because the Europeans ascribed value to a particular resource. And the kicker is, these native groups held that resource in a different regard. Imagine an alien race coming along and saying that your…shoes,” Louis said, gesturing toward Mae’s feet, “were extremely valuable and were going to trade you for them. And you refused, so they killed you for them. Wouldn’t you think that their purpose for shoes is a little…off?”
Mae simply nodded. The rest of the cafeteria was silent.
“Sure. Humans are the only beings that we know of right now that can not only give purpose to things, but also to themselves. It’s why our species had religion for so long. People seek purpose. Now, I have no patience for such a system where my purpose is controlled by something else. Some people go their entire lives, repeating a mundane set of tasks within a relatively limited amount of space, and call that living. If that’s where they get their own purpose, then fine. But I’ve concluded that living a purpose-driven life means taking personal responsibility for one’s own actions and putting it at the service of others. I give myself purpose. That’s why I’m here. I’m fortunate that my life’s purpose is aligned with the humanitarian ideals present in our mission. Many people search a long time to find such a unity of purpose.”
“So yeh’ve got yer altruism an’ it keeps you warm an’ fed at nigh’,” Drake said sarcastically.
“I’ve got my bread and my cot, so I’m taken care of. I’m speaking about a higher search for meaning. I believe to my core that such a mission is purposeful, because I am dedicating my existence to others. I’ve come to accept my fate. If I die—and I shall because all of us are only temporary passengers on this journey—then my life’s meaning is crystal clear,” Louis finished, sitting back in his chair, taking a sip of coffee, and glancing over at Quin, who was busy tracing a panel of floor tiling with his eyes and trying to soak in everything Louis said. “And if it needs to be stated for the record, I’m also opposed to killing anyone onboard this ship, or off it for that matter, no matter what crime they are believed to have committed.”
Drake stood up, staring at Louis, and wiped his nose on his sleeve. He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but instead just shook his head and wagged his finger and stomped off to the kitchen.
Quin stood up too and skulked off out the main cafeteria doors. Louis jumped up and chased after him, leaving the rest of the room sitting quietly.
“Quin! QUIN! Will you just stop and talk to me?!” Louis said part-way down the hall, grabbing Quin’s arm and turning it. Quin’s eyes were burning as he was trying hard to hold in his guilt.
“Okay, come on,” Louis said, guiding him down the hallway.
They walked a full quarter length of the massive ship, Louis guiding him through the twists and turns of the labyrinth that was the Nemo. They passed through the portal leading to officer quarters and arrived at Louis’s chamber. The walls closed in around Quin as he and Louis crammed themselves into the room. Louis sat Quin down on the bed and took the desk chair.
“You need to cool down,” Louis said. “I know it’s not your fault. You have this really annoying, yet really endearing habit of carrying the weight of the cosmos on your shoulders. Even Atlas himself asked for a break. No one is dead.”
“Yeah, but it could have gone a lot worse. And I had no way of controlling it, yet I’m still responsible for it, Louis,” Quin half-shouted, launching himself up and pacing the small room. Bostwick’s eyes followed him back and forth. “I can’t face Captain Fuentes, or the other crew, let alone Nova. I don’t know what to say to her. Aside from that I almost got someone killed.”
“Like I said, Quin,” Louis said, smiling softly, his piercing grey eyes suddenly warm, “leave it to others to gab about the situation and suppose everything. You, yourself, are the only person who knows what is in your heart. But, my friend, I think I can guess what’s in there.”
Quin’s his chest was tight as he was burning up with humiliation and rage.
“You know what I do when I need to calm down?” Louis asked.
“What’s…that…” Quin said between slow breaths to calm himself, the tightness in his chest refusing to abate.
“You ever heard of Hendrix?”
“No, what’s that?”
“You mean, who’s that,” Louis said, hopping up. “Take a deep breath, lean back, and rest your head. Let the music wash over you.”
Quin laid his head back against the wall next to the bed and got comfortable.
“Now, center yourself. Take a deep breath,” Bostwick said softly as he scrolled through a menu on his tablet in the wall. He pressed play on his tablet, and the first twangy guitar strums filled the room, like a heartbeat, pulsing the air through Quin’s chest.
Quin let his eyes go unfocused and closed them as the lyrics began emanating from the nothingness around him. “After all the jacks are in their boxes…” the cool edge of the singer’s voice and the slow, driving grit of the guitar took over him, and he drifted off to sleep. The Nemo cruised on into the black, and it was as if Jimi and space fused as one, his music making the nothingness swell with soul. “And the wind…cries…Mary.”

OEM from the dealership not Amazon before anyone asks.
I bought the car and it came with a few things from the previous owner like roof rack, but one of those was an inverter coolant pump new in the box. About two months after buying, the inverter coolant pump fails, taking the #9 Amp15 fuse with it. Diagnosing took a week but I replaced it. Fast forward to three days ago, four months since I replaced it, and the new OEM pump fails again leaving me stranded in the middle of a rural road. I just barely got the car fixed in some strangers driveway with an aftermarket $150 NAPA auto parts pump, which I'm going to run until it dies again.
Granted, I was running about a quart short on SLLC coolant when my second pump died, which I think may have contributed to it. But that's two pumps in four months. The first one has been semi recently installed two, less than a year. The fact that the previous owner gave me one in the box brand new indicates this has been an ongoing problem. I also found it strange that the first time it failed it shorted the fuse rather than simply the motor dying.
Any theories on what may be killing them? It's costing me a buck and a half in coolant and pumps, so would love any insight.

My husband (39M) is very critical with everything I (33F) do and I do not know how to tell him to stop.
We have been together for a decade and married a few months. It is not a new thing but lately we have been tought a very stressful period due to external reasons (leaks in the house, neighbour harassing us...) and it has gotten really bad. I am very low self steem and a few years ago I became chronically ill and disabled and i just dont have any steem left so criticism really harms me.
He does not mean bad but he is constantly telling me what to do as if i am a child. Yesterday i drove with him to the city to translate for some medical tests (he is not fluent yet in my language). I tought that i was being kind by doing that but instead of being thanksful he was the whole time criticizing my driving or telling me to do stuff 'move here, give the receptionist the papers' as if i am stupid.
We have been dealing for months with leaks in our new home and a upstairs neighbor that is a narcissistic lunatic and refuses access to the insurance to fix our leaks. We are going to court to force her to let us fix them but its been months. The last week (on my birthday) we got water in the fuse box and the electricity went out. I have been handling all the talks with the insurance and the lawyers but everything goes very slow in Spain. He cannot do any of that because of the language, and i dont mind doing it. But i am very stressed and taking medication for anxiety.
But he is constantly telling me to call the lawyer to "speed things up" send emails, talk to the insurance etc. We are waiting for the couthouse, there is nothing we can do but he doesnt believe me. Even said that he might call himself ( not speaking the language) because i am not putting pressure enough on them.
Anyway i love him but i cannot survive the constant critics. I am ill, in pain, disabled and have dealt with suicidal toughts for years. Every time that he does this i die a bit inside and i dont know how long i will stay strong.
I am very bad at communicating without getting upset and I do not know how to talk to him about this.
Any advice?
Please refrain from simply saying "divorce him". Its a solution that i might consider in the long term but its not what i am looking for now. I just want to learn how to explain him that he is harming me by doing this.

I just recently moved into a a very old house (early to mid 1900s). The electrical system is outdated, and I’m not sure if I need to be concerned about it. The breaker box (pics 1, 2, and 3) uses old screw in fuses, and only has 4 for the entire 1200 sqft house. Some of the outlets have been updated to be have ground, while the others are the 2 prong (pic 4) outlets, which I am using adapters for (pic 5). Some of these outlets are very loose and plugs will not stay in. The light switches are also not updated (pic 6). One of the light switches has to stay on, as the light is new and uses a remote, and if switched off will kick the breaker (pic 7). My fiancé and I will both be living here. She works from home, and I have a gaming rig that I use frequently. Combined with other general household appliances I am concerned that the system can’t hold up. Should I be concerned or will this likely be fine?

Hi there, i have my gpu and motherboard in the controller box, i also have a cpu cable which i stuck a 2×8 lian li strip onto it.
I wanna know how i can make these all light up and do i need another control box?
Also am i able to connect these to my control hub for my infinity fans or is that not possible? Thanks

Looking for an upgrade from my current car, a 2008 Infiniti EX35. I’ve been happy with the performance and driving dynamics, but I need more headroom and at 15 years old the issues are piling up. For context: I live in a big city, make $120k yr, drive less than 5k miles/yr. Tired of the EX, but don’t want much of a car payment if I can avoid it.
Requirements:
Budget: $23k<10 yrs old, <100k miles
AWD
Auto
Practical--Wagon, small SUV or hatchback. Good headroom (I’m 6'4" and the EX35 feels cramped), short length (EX is 182" long, I wouldnt want to go more than an inch or two longer) for city parking.
FUN to drive--quick (>250 hp), good handling/steering feel
Luxurious-- Heated leather, good looking dash, nice materials. We don’t need all the bells and whistles, but the car should be a good-looking and comfortable place to be
Maintenance--Reliability is important, as are reasonable maintenance costs. Obviously we want something that is safe and won’t leave us stranded, but given how little driving we do I’m willing to spend a bit more on maintenance and such. That said, we hope to keep this car for at least 5 years.
Some cars I’m considering:
2013-15 Mercedes GLK 350-- A little old and not super luxurious, but they seem to be reliable, practical and fun to drive. Probably the worst in terms of infotainment.
2016-18 VW GTI— Comfortable, fun, and practical. Some reliability concerns, but the Mk7 generation is supposed to be pretty decent in that respect. Don’t love that it’s FWD, but the Golf R is out of my price range.
2017-ish Volvo V60-- Have not driven one, but I know that Volvos interiors are super comfortable. A T5 or T6 should be fairly reliable, and pretty engaging to drive.
2015-17 Infiniti QX70-- Performance should be pretty good, and offers a bit more headroom than the EX35. Would be nice to get something more different from what I have now, but definitely a contender
2015-ish Lexus NX200t-- Everyone says get a Lexus and this is one. Seems like performance will be mediocre, but it checks a lot of other boxes.

Trying to mount a TV to the wall above fireplace mantel. Original chimney/brick wall seems to be boxed in by drywall with no studs located where the TV mount needs to go. By sticking a wire through a small picture nail hole above the mantel I have determined there is 1 3/8" between the face of the brick and the face of the drywall. I am assuming this means 3/8" drywall with 1" of space but not sure. Rough diagram here: https://imgur.com/EFICukE
What is the best/easiest way to attach this TV mount to the wall? One thought I had was cutting out a hole in the drywall and filling the gap with 2 layers of 1/2" plywood tapcon'd into the brick, but wondering if there might be a solution involving less drywall repair. The TV is light but the mount is an extension arm type so needs to be super secure. I am assuming I need something to bridge the gap between brick and drywall. Maybe some sort of steel spacer? Any products or turnkey solutions for something like this?

There’s someones car near our box. I know the approach needs to clear for carrier to safely drive up and deliver. But it’s been there for almost 3 years. I got a notice that my delivery is going to be suspended because of this. This isn’t the part I’m upset about. I totally get it.
This is the part that’s confusing me: there are several mailbox’s that belong to my neighbors attached to the post. Im the only one who got a notice. Is there some rule that says because my address ends in a vowel and my house faces south and the Yankees haven’t won a superbowl yet that no one else gets it ?
To clarify also, I’ve gotten flyer diagrams in my box over the years detailing a clear thirty foot approach. My neighbors haven’t received any of those flyers either.
Now, could I think my neighbors are lying about the notice so as to not fess up about who’s car it is? Maybe. But since the notice I haven’t had pickup or delivery but they all have been getting their mail.
I filed an online complaint so we’ll see how that goes.

I bought a flat a while ago (housing association) and whilst away my boiler started leaking. My neighbours managed to turn off the water to stop water damage, but on returning I see that the electric boiler is causing the fuse box to trip and means part of the flat doesn't have electricity. Also, no water (because of the leak, water has been turned off)
I called the housing association, who said to contact the boiler company. The boiler company said I need to wait til Friday for someone to visit. Which means hanging on all week with no water, heating and partial electrics.
I'm not very clued on with these things, and I'm wondering if I have other options?
I thought the boiler company would be best, since they supplied the original boiler. But could I just call an emergy plumber to fix this sooner? Or is there a risk they won't be able to resolve the issue as well as the boiler company?
It seems I need to fix both the leak and the damaged boiler electrics, so maybe an emergency plumber wont be able to resolve everything. Desperately need advice.

For sale or trade is an Anachrony Infinity Box with add-ons [4], asking $275 and I will split shipping cost to the CONUS. Payment via Venmo, PayPal G&S, or local cash.
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The base Infinity Box includes the following content:

1. Anachrony Base Game
2. Fractures of Time Expansion
3. Future Imperfect Expansion
4. "Classic" Expansion
   1. Doomsday Module
   2. Pioneers of the New Earth Module
   3. Guardians of the Council Module
5. 36 Exosuit Minis
6. Plastic Tray
7. Printed Plastic Warp Tiles
8. Art and Storybook
9. All Stretch Goals

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My copy also includes the following add-ons:

1. Resin Energy Source Pack
2. Metal Cubes Set (80 pcs) (the base Infinity Box only came with 15 purple Neutronium cubes, which you will also receive)

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I would also consider trades that include commensurate amounts of cash to cover the difference in value. Some higher value games that I'm interested in:

1. A Study in Emerald 1E
2. Aeon Trespass Odyssey (I would cover cash to make up the difference)
3. Claustrophobia 1643
4. Kaivai 2nd printing
5. Lands of Galzyr
6. Rococo Deluxe Plus edition w/ metal coins
7. Too Many Bones (3rd printing smaller box)
8. Trickerion Collector's Edition