1966 mustang center console

My goofy Otto. He's happy we're going camping

2023.06.06 03:26 carolizzy81 My goofy Otto. He's happy we're going camping

My goofy Otto. He's happy we're going camping
We put a board across the foot well so the 2 big dogs have a big bed at window level in the truck.Otto likes to rest his head on the center console.
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2023.06.06 02:53 Destrae [Trip Report] March 8-24 (Tokyo/Yokohama/Kyoto). 16 day weeb dream vacation - Kingdom Hearts concert, JJK exhibit, so many arcades!

I wasn't going to do a trip write up at all, but I'm planning a return trip in the Fall and I realized some of the things I learned on my first trip might be useful for other people, so here we go! I don't often see post write ups from people who are specifically into rhythm games/ arcades/ anime stuff
 
Dates: March 8 - 24, 2023 Background: Planned this trip mostly for myself but one of my friends decided to tag along fairly last minute. I had planned to spend the whole trip in Tokyo but the one thing she wanted to do was Kyoto, so we added a side trip + a very pleasant day at a Ryokan. I used Wanderlog to plan (HIGHLY recommend, this site is amazing), and my basic daily itinerary was morning shrine > pick an area to explore and have 1-2 major things per day. The person I was travelling with ended up taking a long ass time to get ready each day, so most of my morning stuff got cut or rearranged. Costs: I will fully admit I did not budget for food/ shopping, 100% vibes. I simply do not acknowledge what I spent
Highlights
Lowlights
Goals:
Advice:
 
Now on to the super detailed trip report! Here's the big album if you don't want to look through photos separated by day. Warning for flashing video
 
Day 1 (travel)
Day 2 (Akihabara, photos)
Day 3 (Shibuya & Harajuku, photos)
Day 4 (Asakusa, photos)
Day 5 (Shinjuku & Kabukicho, photos)
Day 6 (Ikebukero & Rippongi, photos)
Day 7 (Yokohama, photos)
Day 8 (Kyoto, photos)
Day 9 (Kyoto, photos)
Day 10 (Kyoto, photos)
Day 11 (Tokyo - Concert, photos)
Day 12 (Ginza & Sumida, photos)
Day 13 (Tokyo - JJK Exhibit, photos - flashing video warning)
Day 14 (Tokyo - TeamLabs Planets & SquareEnix Cafe, photos)
Day 15 (Shinjuku, photos)
Final thoughts (Misc, photos)
 
Edits for formatting
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2023.06.06 02:44 K3TL0 Setup Update!

Setup Update!
I've moved my desk against the wood feature wall. This made the most sense as the desk is a very similar shade of wood. I then contrasted the white hexagon acoustic panels and displayed all my mini consoles in the center. Really digging the Yellow/Blue RGB contrast. I call it blue bomber for reasons you can probably see in the picture.
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2023.06.06 02:12 Ill-Inevitable1261 Center console arm rest?

Just noticed a couple cracks in my center console arm rest and seeing if anyone knew the part number or can point me in the right direction.
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2023.06.06 02:12 Bobispowerful Every time I try to make my model move, it lies on its face and spins. How would I fix this?

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2023.06.06 01:35 JustWaterFast Spent 500 hours in Unity, Please help me find why no image will Show, it was showing, then just stopped. I spent a lot of time on these images and don’t want to start over with new ones.

I have the WarMapIntro - Canvas, OverlayImage and Platform. The platform should be clearly visible on screen but it will not show. It was showing, then as far as I can tell randomly stopped. All are active. I can easily add new images that show. For instance if I go to Canvas and add an image a little white square shows up. So I know the canvas is working. It just refuses to show existing images.
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2023.06.06 01:21 wvdan Center console armrest

Recently purchased a 2023 CX9 Touring. Awesome ride so far but I’m looking for an arm rest pad that would slightly raise and maybe extend the center console. The console lid is a 50/50 split cover that opens from the middle. Thanks!
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2023.06.05 22:25 lhosb 5.1.2 system <$2,000 usd

Just moved to a new place and looking to upgrade/enhance my system. Originally purchased a bunch of used speakers and a new Denon 760h receiver. Current speakers are XQ1 L/R + XQ 2C Center. These have been superb for me, but they are too large for my new space. The center speaker is a whopping 275 x 630 x 311mm and 17.5kg. The rounded bottoms on all 3 of these make it difficult to find adequate placement. Sub is MK V-1250, unsure if this is worth keeping. I purchased all 3 speakers and sub for $500 a few years ago and really love them. The surrounds and height speakers were trash I got for less than $25 so definitely want to get something new.
New room is about 92” x 120” so volume isn’t a huge deal. TV console is roughly 58” so that leaves ~17” on either side for L/R. I’m leaning towards bookshelves with stands rather than towers. In ceiling atmos is out of the question unfortunately but I can put some shelves up high or get some wall mounting speakers for front heights. Maybe I’m going overboard for the space I have but you guys got me hooked. I’m hoping to keep the entire purchase under $2000 as well as keeping my receiver and maybe sub, but definitely open to your suggestions! If $2000 is not enough to get a decent system, anyone have suggestions for mounting the 3 kef speakers above?
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2023.06.05 22:13 p233asw Wireless CarPlay unit with rear Dashcam for 9th Gen Accord. About $50.

Wireless CarPlay unit with rear Dashcam for 9th Gen Accord. About $50.
One thing my 9th gen was missing was a CarPlay unit. I know it’s not a factory replacement but I didn’t want to take apart my entire center console and lose the physical buttons. This placement was the best compromise I could think of. Bought the unit from Temu for about $50 after a coupon (price was $71 without coupon). Works very well so far for what it is. No connection or touchscreen issues. I have a 90 day return window just in case something fails. It’s not a permanent replacement so I can take it off easily anytime and move it like how I’ve shown. Wires are now out of the way after I routed it (not shown here). I will answer any question if anyone is interested let me know in the comments.
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2023.06.05 21:43 LutiniOSRS Can you lock keys in the car?

Hey boys lost my keys for my 14 ST2. It has the automatic sensing locks. So would it be possible to lock the keys in the car or would the car automatically unlock the doors because the keys are in range. I used the center console lock button to lock the car if that makes a difference. Thanks a lot guys.
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2023.06.05 21:41 Mild-Ghost Finally Arrived!

Finally Arrived!
Took a while, but I’m glad to finally have it.
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2023.06.05 21:22 Ralts_Bloodthorne First Contact - Chapter 961 - The Shadows of Twilight

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For most species, the question "How far will you go to survive" is and always has been an intellectual exercise in morality and ethics.
For humans, it's called "Tuesday decisions." - Pubvian Analyst
For you, the day I planet cracked your homeworld while you stared on in horror was the most defining point in your life.
For me, it was Tuesday. - General Raul Manuel Bison, Age of Wrath supervillain and Imperium Lord Knight
You better kill me, because if I get loose, I will not only kill you, I'll do in front of your kids and tell them that Daddy was bad. - Miguel "Iron Mike" Jaunita McBaine, Age of Warsteel Mythical Anti-Hero
In the end, it didn't matter who was right or wrong, just who was left. - Def.Kret, Welkret Historian, Second Precursor War Post-Reconstruction Phase
How was did it effect society when we discovered that which we had dismissed as ancient legends from a confused and barbaric time were true?
It was catastrophic. - Reflixark, Tnvaru, Former Senator, academic, meditative
Nakteti felt the hand on the back of her head. Gentle, caring. It filled her with gentle warmth and a feeling of peace. She didn't bother holding back tears. She felt the hand leave her head and looked up.
Surscee and Chuck were kneeling.
Magnus stood by the Sword Knight, his back straight, one hand on the armored figure's chest, his hand slowly putting his dagger back into the sheathe.
The Digital Omnimessiah touched Chuck, whose code flickered and danced, then Surscee who, like Nakteti, was silently weeping. He then moved to Magnus.
"Stay thy gentle hand, Magnus," the Digital Omnimessiah said softly.
"Help them," Magnus said. "They're infants controlled by dead men. Help them, otherwise, what good am I? What good are we? What good are you?"
Nakteti noted that Magnus's eyes had a dull crimson glow in the depths.
"May I touch him?" the Digital Omnimessiah asked.
Magnus nodded jerkily.
The hand of swirling code touched the armor.
A long silent moment passed.
The Digital Omnimessiah moved to each of the armors, touching them for a long moment, before moving on.
Finally, the figure of swirling code moved to the side of the room, looking at the occupants.
He shook his head sadly.
"There is little left of the child," he said. "It would better that those who did this terrible thing would have had a millstone tied around their neck and then tossed into the sea. The act of what was done to them was a grievous sin."
Magnus just nodded stiffly. Chuck and Surscee and Nakteti had gotten to the feet to watch.
Nakteti felt her stomach twist.
"This will require more than just I," the Digital Omnimessiah said. "Those that I work through are suited to such."
The Digital Omnimessiah merely glanced at the corner.
Nakteti took a step back as the warsteel of the corner of the medbay suddenly bulged, the thick coating of white enamel fracturing and crazing. The cracks began to drip red blood and smoke eked from the cracks. There was the sound of great bronze doors thundering open, the rattle of iron chains, and the smell of brimstone.
Two clawed hands pushed from the cracks, enamel falling to the floor. The hands pulled the wall apart, making room for a great horned head, with bestial features, burning red eyes, and a fanged maw that drooled liquid fire.
The great beast stepped into the medical center, the wall warping and twisting back into shape, the enamel gone, laying on the floor, but twisting runes remaining on the warsteel.
Nakteti held tight to her courage, pushing down the urge to scream and flee. She saw Chuck flinch slightly, saw the trickle of sweat down Surscee's temple and how Magnus tensed.
"What?" the great beast asked, staring at the Digital Omnimessiah. "This better be good."
"There are souls in need of redemption and succor," the Digital Omnimessiah said calmly. "I would that my son Vat Born Luke examine them so that I may succor them," he waved at the four armors.
"Hmph," the beast side. It moved forward on cloven hoofs of brimstone shod warsteel, shaking a burning iron chain whip out to let it drag on the floor.
It moved up and touched the Knight of the Tome.
Less than a second later the head turned to stare at Nakteti, eyes going from burning amber to bright crimson. A snarl appeared on the bestial features.
Its eyes went from crimson to cold gray.
The great beast shrunk suddenly, melting, reshifting, changing.
A short, plump, matronly Terran woman stood in the beast's place. She wore a dark suit, her hair was black and cut short, her face was stern and her eyes gun-metal gray. She had a small enameled pin with red and white stripes on one lapel, polished black heels, and cufflinks that shone and glittered.
"Who did this?" the woman snarled. She took a step toward Nakteti, making a twisting motion with her hand. A long thin square blade dropped from her sleeve and into her hand. "Who. Did. This?"
Nakteti stepped back, the Terran matron more fearsome than the great beast.
"Tell me who did this. Tell me now," the woman snarled. "Was it you?"
She turned and stared at the others. "Was it this glittering mongoloid?" she pointed the knife at Chuck. "Or this mouth breathing imbecile? What about Braless Tits McGee here?" She pointed the knifepoint at Magnus then Surscee before whirling around to look at the Digital Omnimessiah. "Who. Did. This?"
"An evil from nine thousand years ago," the Digital Omnimessiah said gently. "They are beyond your wrath."
The woman snarled, making her face ugly. "We'll see about that."
"Perhaps my son should examine them," the Digital Omnimessiah said.
The woman said nothing, just vanished in a puff of smoke. When it cleared, a thin, androgynous looking male Terran with brown skin stood in her place.
"Father," the Terran said, going down on one knee.
The Digital Omnimessiah moved up and touched the kneeling man's forehead. "Arise, my son."
The man slowly stood up, looking around. "She's almost incoherent with rage. What's the problem?"
"These four tortured children," the Digital Omnimessiah said. "We cannot breach their armor lest they perish."
The man, Vat-Grown Luke, nodded, moving up and touching the Knight of the Tome.
He blinked several times.
"Oh my. I see why she's so angry," Luke said. He shook his head. "Template layer impressioning. Fetal tissue genetically modified. Chronotron stabilization," as he shook his head again three more of him moved off to stand next to the others, laying his hand on their chests. "I see what went wrong," he said.
The Digital Omnimessiah simply smiled sadly.
After a long moment the other three moved back and merged with the first, who slowly moved to the medical scanners, bringing up the holographic interface. Nakteti could see it flickering as the menus were jumped through. She glanced at Chuck and saw that the Digital Sentience looked startled at the rate the Terran was going through the data.
After a long moment he moved away from the console after dismissing everything with a wave of his hand.
Nakteti noted that he looked tired, like his shoulders were bowed by a heavy weight.
He knelt down in front of the Digital Omnimessiah, staring at the floor.
"What desperation made us do," he whispered.
Nakteti saw tears fall to the floor.
"What was coerced with force or threats lay on the heads of those who made the demands more than the hands that performed the deed," the Digital Omnimessiah said gently.
"The techniques, they predate me, predate you, Father," Luke said. "They reek of desperation," Luke seemed to lean forward slightly, pressing his forehead against the Digital Omnimessiah's hand. "Creche babies, designer children, are the base organic component. Local SUDS copies were impressed, as well as early generation RNA memory injection serums."
"Is there enough left of the child to save?" the Digital Omnimessiah asked.
Luke gave a low, pained chuckle, a self-mocking laugh that Nakteti had heard from herself more than once.
"Funnily enough, it is the child that caused the templates to start unraveling," he said. He closed his eyes. "The chronotron system was supposed to keep the organic tissue from maturing, supposed to keep the RNA memory injections from degrading, but the chronotron system kept failing."
"How so?" Chuck asked.
Luke heaved a breath. "Fetus and infants are known for rapid cell division, rapid growth, their neural tissue especially," he gave a slight smile. "It's why their heads are so heavy and they nap so often. It's tiring growing that fast when you're that little."
Luke stood up slowly, reaching down and tugging on the cuffs of his suit. "The chronotron stabilization system kept getting disrupted. Not long. Seconds, minutes, an hour here and there," he said. "But long enough for cell division to keep occurring, cell division not controlled by the system."
He moved over to the Tome Knight. "The tissues couldn't be fully locked, they needed to be able to form memories, carry out complex tasks, which are often a function of memory. That meant that they were forming new memories," he shuddered. "I've seen the REM combat system before," he sighed. "I know what it did to the man who used it."
Nakteti moved up and put a catching hand over the Terran's hand.
"Are they beyond even your help, Luke?" She asked softly.
The slender bald Terran closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "No with an although, Yes with a but," he said, his voice quiet and tired sounding. He opened his eyes and looked down at Nakteti. "The children, the babies, they will need the touch of my Father, then the not-so-gentle ministrations of, well, the Devil as well as my care."
The Digital Omnimessiah got a slight smile. "She does what she does in the service of us all," he said.
"So, they have to die to be reborn?" Magnus asked. Nakteti noted that his fists were clenched.
"Anyone else, and you would be correct," Luke said, turning away from Nakteti. "I can repair the genetic damage," he looked at Magnus. "I can repair the living tissue, the biological component. Remove the RNA memory serum effects. The Devil can root out the templates, tear them free from the infant's mind, leave nothing of the Combine soldiers. It will be painful," he put his hand back on the Knight of the Black Rose's chest. "But babies have a tendency to forget pain."
He turned, his hand sliding off the armored chest, and stared at the Digital Omnimessiah.
"I can do this. We can do this."
The Digital Omnimessiah smiled.
"Then let us begin," he said, moving forward.
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Magnus sat on the log at the edge of the orchard, staring at the Rigellian white peach in his hand, thinking about what had transpired. What he had seen.
The rage, the ever present rage, simmered inside of him.
He closed his eyes and slowly inhaled, held it, then exhaled just as slowly, willing the rage to subside, as his mother had taught him, taught all of her children.
As she had taught them iron clad values.
There was no one left to blame. All who had done that monstrous thing were long dead. Thousands of years dead. If not on some forgotten battlefield, then time itself had wiped them away. Their names were forgotten, their deeds crumbled, their crimes washed away by the endless tide of time.
It didn't change how angry he felt.
He had never had children. He had thought about it. Thought about finding a bride. Maybe even setting aside his blade and becoming a craftsman or farmer. Maybe even an innkeeper, tavernkeeper, or storekeeper.
There were many things he could do, with a bride and children. Good, honorable professions.
But he was sworn to the Lady Nakteti and the thought of children had been wiped away by the grim necessity of duty.
It was a burden he had willingly accepted.
But he had always loved children. His siblings, the children of friends and allies, even small children of the folk he met along his travels and adventures.
In his dreams, he was a husband and father.
He had been over a hundred years old, still a young adult, when he had sworn his blade and his life to Lady Nakteti.
He knew he still had time. He intended on questing, searching for another living Terran, a woman who could accept him and that he could accept. Intended on, once his duty to Lady Nakteti was done, to search her out no matter how far he had to travel and no matter what dangers he had to face.
The malevolent universe would not grant a bride to one such as him without a fight.
He closed his eyes and took another set of long breaths.
The rage didn't cool, it just was pushed down, pushed away.
There was a rumbling under his boots and his hand went up over his shoulder, his hand reaching for his blade, even as he stood up, the peach forgotten as he dropped it to the ground and turned around.
The great beast was heaving itself up, out of where the dirt had been pushed away by smoking rock and stone. Lava shown in the cracks, and pleading hands reached out of the lava to grasp at the huge figure.
It pulled itself free, took a moment to stomp down the pleading hands, then let the iron chain whip fall from one hand, the barbed links glowing sullenly with twisting runes. It flapped its huge bat wings twice then folded them behind its back.
"You dropped your peach," it rumbled.
"I have indeed," Magnus said.
He watched as the huge figure moved over to one of the trees, reaching up almost daintily and picking a ripe white peach. It moved over to Magnus and stared down at him.
"Are you going to sit down or stand there with your sword half drawn, you Great Value Conan?" it asked, its bass voice vibrating Magnus's bones.
Magnus just smiled, letting go of his blade, turning around, and sitting down.
As he bent down to get the peach, he saw a pair of legs clad in dark charcoal gray slacks step over the log. He noted that her shoes were polished, the heels just over an inch tall, with silver buckles on them. The crease in the pants was sharp enough to shave with and the cuffs were perfect.
Magnus straightened up, hefting the peach, and looked next to him.
The matron sat there, staring at the peach in her hand.
"You would make a good Hell Knight," she said.
Her voice was rough, smoky, the kind of voice singers would kill for if it didn't hold a razor's edge of cruelty in its depths.
"Thank you," Magnus said.
"I could send you out to punish the guilty, kill the sinner, enforce my will upon the living," she said. She picked at the leaves on the stem of the fruit. "None of the weakness you are forced to show now. You could be the armored fist, the terrible swift sword of my wrath."
"My service is already pledged," Magnus said.
"To an alien. What of your own people?" the matron asked.
"To break my oaths to her, alien or not, would name me Oath Breaker, and no man would trust me, every hand would be raised against me, and would betray all that I am," Magnus said.
The matron nodded. "It was worth a try," she said. She set the peach in the divot where her legs pressed together and dug out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one and exhaling smoke.
"I tempted Daxin with the same offer for three days and three nights," she said conversationally. "Like you, he denied me."
She shook her head. "Like you, he saw redemption in humanity."
There was silence for long moments, broken only by Magnus munching on the peach and the Lady Lord of Hell slowly smoking her cigarette.
A dragonfly danced among the small flowers in the grass around the log.
"I killed them all, just so you know," she said suddenly.
Magnus just stayed silent.
"Not because of those lost souls. No. I didn't know of them then," she said. "It was personal. They took me, tortured me. Forced me to do terrible things," she lifted her chin and exhaled smoke into the air. "I waited, watching for my chance, and chance itself gave me my window of opportunity."
She chuckled, warm whiskey chuckles.
"It drove me mad. Madder. I used the same technology on myself that they used on those children, layering myself over and over onto my own mind," she said.
Thunder rumbled in the distance.
"I touched an alien mind. A hive mind. Inhuman, inexplicity alien. My own intellect worked against me and they infected me as I tortured them in my madness," she said. "In the meantime, I turned Darkside Station into a horror show."
She laughed, a cruel mocking thing. "They should have left me dreaming my dreamless sleep, those fools."
Magnus just nodded.
The Matron of Suffering tossed away her cigarette butt and it disintegrated into red sparks in the middle of the arc. She picked up the peach from her lap.
"I tore apart their minds and bodies. Laughed as I sundered their minds just as I ripped and tore at their flesh until it was done," she said. She looked at Magnus.
"I brought vengeance upon them nine thousand years ago in ways that you cannot imagine. For a thousand thousand years they suffered at my hands," she said, her voice cold and hard. Her face twisted with rage for a second before she got her expression under control, appearing cold and aloof. "They are beyond our rage, in this time and place, and what I did to them does not seem like enough."
Magnus accepted the peach, drew his blade, and cut it into slices, handing them back.
The storm clouds gathered overhead as the Lady Lord of Hell slowly nibbled away the fruit.
"It will rain soon," Magnus said.
"And wash away our sins," the Lady Lord of Hell said. "Get us another peach."
The first drops started to fall as Magnus walked over to pick two more.
He sat next to the Lady Lord of Hell in the rain.
Finally, she stood up as the light faded. She turned and looked at him.
"You would have made a good Hell Knight," she said.
And then she was gone.
Magnus sat there, staring at the fruit trees of the orchard, in the rain.
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2023.06.05 21:14 GortimusPrime Experience with Aftermarket Alterations

I have a 2013 Elantra GLS and I'm looking to add a bigger screen to the center console (with carplay) and potentially upgrading the sound system for better quality. Does anyone have experience with these kinds of work in terms of advice, brands to trust, etc.? Thanks :)
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2023.06.05 20:15 Noxan_ Finally figured out what the little center console cubby is for on the 22+ WRX

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2023.06.05 19:46 DreamGiveawayGarage 1966 Mustang, only had one owner who gave it a nut-and-bolt restoration upon his retirement. Almost 60 years later and it looks brand new. Classic Candy Apple red paint. 289ci V-8 engine. Factory 4-speed manual. Even factory air-conditioning!

1966 Mustang, only had one owner who gave it a nut-and-bolt restoration upon his retirement. Almost 60 years later and it looks brand new. Classic Candy Apple red paint. 289ci V-8 engine. Factory 4-speed manual. Even factory air-conditioning! submitted by DreamGiveawayGarage to classicmustangs [link] [comments]


2023.06.05 19:30 xojc Rear air vents

Lightning nation, can you please confirm for me that the air vents at the back of the center console should in fact be functional and are not just ornamental? I've tried cranking the A/C to the max, closing all of the front vents, and directing the flow such that, at least according to the on-screen display, it should be coming out the back, but there's nothing.
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2023.06.05 19:29 jburgers127 why does the kuwait university website look like something from 2006? i want to apply for master's as an international student, but half the pages on the english version of the site aren't even available in english...

why does the kuwait university website look like something from 2006? i want to apply for master's as an international student, but half the pages on the english version of the site aren't even available in english... submitted by jburgers127 to Kuwait [link] [comments]


2023.06.05 19:26 TheRtHonLaqueesha Fake U.S. Navy unit patches from the TV show "The Last Ship"

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2023.06.05 18:41 crypticsage 2002 Trans Am. Decision to make. I need some input.

Total mileage is 180,000. The engine has 60,000 miles. It was replaced with a brand new engine when it broke a rod.
The dash is trashed, center console broken. Sun visors fell apart.
The drivers side lower trim falling off. I was in an accident a few years ago that requires a replacement bumper, the guy installed the wrong bumper and did a terrible job. The paint is peeling off. The passenger taillight cracked and let’s water in.
The hood and trunk struts can’t hold them up anymore.
The transmission failed the first time in 2016. I didn’t drive it much after that. It failed again before a year was up but the shop went out of business and I lost my warranty.
The second shop rebuilt it 7 or 8 times in the span of weeks. I would pick it up and come back with the failures. I told the mechanic he needs to test drive this before he calls me and he couldn’t get it going. Claimed everything was new inside it by the time it got working. It failed again a year later but out of the warranty.
Took it to a third shop, lasted three years.
All above failures were only the 3/4 gears.
The latest failure was total loss of the transmission. I can’t put it in any gear.
The mechanic quoted me $6000 to fix with 3 years 36 months warranty.
I have another vehicle that needs the AC repaired.
Truthfully I can’t afford $6K. My choices at this moment are to have it sitting until I can afford it or sell it. Plus I’ve wanted to get the body restored at some point. But things keep happening that I haven’t been able to get the money to do this. Don’t even know how much money I would need.
I’ve had the car since 2006. It was the first vehicle I was able to purchase on my own. Everything on it is still stock. Never had any modifications done.
What should would you do in my situation?
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2023.06.05 18:41 crypticsage 2002 Trans Am. Decision to make. I need some input.

Total mileage is 180,000. The engine has 60,000 miles. It was replaced with a brand new engine when it broke a rod.
The dash is trashed, center console broken. Sun visors fell apart.
The drivers side lower trim falling off. I was in an accident a few years ago that requires a replacement bumper, the guy installed the wrong bumper and did a terrible job. The paint is peeling off. The passenger taillight cracked and let’s water in.
The hood and trunk struts can’t hold them up anymore.
The transmission failed the first time in 2016. I didn’t drive it much after that. It failed again before a year was up but the shop went out of business and I lost my warranty.
The second shop rebuilt it 7 or 8 times in the span of weeks. I would pick it up and come back with the failures. I told the mechanic he needs to test drive this before he calls me and he couldn’t get it going. Claimed everything was new inside it by the time it got working. It failed again a year later but out of the warranty.
Took it to a third shop, lasted three years.
All above failures were only the 3/4 gears.
The latest failure was total loss of the transmission. I can’t put it in any gear.
The mechanic quoted me $6000 to fix with 3 years 36 months warranty.
I have another vehicle that needs the AC repaired.
Truthfully I can’t afford $6K. My choices at this moment are to have it sitting until I can afford it or sell it. Plus I’ve wanted to get the body restored at some point. But things keep happening that I haven’t been able to get the money to do this. Don’t even know how much money I would need.
I’ve had the car since 2006. It was the first vehicle I was able to purchase on my own. Everything on it is still stock. Never had any modifications done.
What should would you do in my situation?
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2023.06.05 18:28 ohkomundo GOP changing its mascot from elephant to bonnacon

GOP changing its mascot from elephant to bonnacon

BONNACON GOP•CON, July 4th, 2024

The Bonnacon is a mythical creature that defends itself with explosive diarrhea that burns like fire and can cover 3 acres.
https://www.neatorama.com/2023/06/03/Beware-the-Bonnacon/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bonnacon
In 2016, a bitter battle raged behind closed doors among GOP state leaders and Trump about their party's mascot.
Trump and his supporters demanded the GOP drop the elephant for a bonnacon. He said it better represents him and his supporters.
A national alliance of state GOP leaders convicted of molestation, rape, embezzlement, theft, assault, murder, hit-and-run, child endangerment, grand theft, arson, vandalism, human trafficking, robbery, tax evasion, drunk driving, securities fraud, insurance fraud, kidnapping, bribery, child abandonment, child abuse, child pornography, drunk driving, perjury, public intoxication, pyramid schemes, racketeering, disorderly conduct, domestic violence, drug trafficking, shoplifting, stalking, extortion, identity theft, wire fraud and indecent exposure rallied to keep the elephant. They feared the bonnacon would give them a bad name.
But Trump never gives up. Expect him to announce the bonnacon as the new GOP mascot at GOP•CON in Bonnacon, Florida on July 4th, 2024. Factories in China are working around the clock to produce new GOP merchandise and signage.
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2023.06.05 17:33 No_Cardiologist_8532 Fanfic: Catra: Jabba's Kitten Part I

It was early morning beneath the twin suns of Tattooine. The desert stretched for miles across the planet, nothing but rock, sand, and dust to greet travelers. The desert had made a corpse of many wanderers and only the very foolish or the very hardy would survive in this blighted place. It was said if there was a bright star at the center of the universe, Tattooine was farthest from it and those who dwelled on this harsh world often agree with that sentiment.
A spacecraft, resembling a ironclad boat, flew low over the shifting sands. Powered by VTOL engines, the spacecraft was a typical member of the Horde fleet. Ruled by Horde Prime, the Horde had fancied themselves universal conquerors and had long ago conquered the Galaxy, reducing the Old Republic to a memory. Horde Prime now ruled the galaxy as Emperor, with his right hand Hordak bringing terror wherever he commanded. Huge and possessing of brutal technology to subjecate the Galaxy at large, the Horde had went unchallenged until some years ago, when a plucky band of rebels had formed under the direction of Adora, better known as She-Ra, who wielded the Sword of Protection that allowed her to become the Princess of Power. Adora and her friends had been frustrating the machine of the Horde for some years now but recently, some trouble had arisen.
Adora's sword had been taken by a bounty hunter named Boba Fett and Adora herself had been overwhelmed by the hunter, who had frozen her in carbonite during a skirmish on Cloud City. Fett had spirited off with Adora and taken her to his master's palace, the loathsome gangster Jabba the Hutt. She had been missing for some weeks now and without She-Ra, the rebellion was doomed.
So, stealing a Horde transport to pass through Horde space undetected, Adora's fiesty girlfriend had begun a one woman rescue mission.
In the cockpit, a hologram of Scorpina stood on the central console, flickering with the bad reception. "Catra, this is madness," The loud and boisterous half-scorpion woman cried, clicking her claws. "At least wait for the rebellion to open negotiations with the Hutt. If I told you half the things I'd heard about Jabba, you'd-"
"Oh shut it Scorpy," Catra grunted. Catra was an eighteen year old girl. She was quite beautiful, with a long mane of wild brown hair, exotic mismatched eyes (one yellow, one blue), fangs, claw-like fingers, and pointed, cat-like ears. A tail swished behind her, betraying her annoyance at her companion's lecturing. "I'll be fine. I'm used to doing things on my own."
"Yes but-" Scorpina tried to protest and was silenced by Catra's glare.
"But nothing!" Catra snapped. "Look, you want to wait for the troops to talk and talk until they reach a conclusion months from now? Fine. Be my guest! But Adora needs me NOW and I'm not abandoning her. Who knows what that vile slug has done to her?" She guided the craft downwards to the location its on board computer had plotted for her. "Now either come and help me or get outta my way. Catra out!"
Catra cut the communication before Scorpina could voice anymore complaints or warnings or other crap. She grinned as she looked out the spacecraft's windows, fangs glinting in the harsh sunlight filtering into the cockpit. In the distance, she could see the shadowy outline of Jabba's Palace, looming in the rocky wastes.
"Alright Adora, I'm coming for you..."
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Catra wasn't stupid, some might say she was as crafty as a cat. She had many necessary arrangements before coming to Tattooine, which meant she had stolen a suit of bounty hunter armor belonging to a criminal in Jabba's employ, a thug known as Boushh. Slipping into the armor, Catra examined herself in the mirror as she put on her gloves and stuffed her tail into the tight leather pants of the outfit. She picked up the helmet and flashed another confident, fanged grin to the mirror:
"I'm coming for you, Adora."
Catra slipped her helmet on and used a speeder bike in the ship to make her way across miles of desert to Jabba's Palace. By the time she arrived it was mid morning and the suns were high in the sky. Fortunately, the suit had its own moisture filter and cooling system, allowing Catra to more or less shrug off the heat. Snatching a vibro pike to lean on, Catra approached the palace of the vile criminal. The main gate was shut, dust and sand blowing against the iron foundations.
Catra rapped one gloved fist on the doorway and a droid emerged from a portable slot on the side of the gate. The droid scanned her, chittering away to itself in Huttese. Catra waited patiently, her masked hiding any emotions. At last, the droid spoke in Basic and warbled, "Welcome back, Boushh." The iron gate then rumbled open, ancient gears turning as dust and sand were spat off the inner foundations. Catra gave the security gate droid a silent nod and went inside, the gate grinding closed behind her.
The inner palace was less a grand castle overflowing with art and jewels and more a cavernous dungeon. Catra's eyes scanned the environment in disgust and she was glad that she had the mask on, which had a rebreather to mask unpleasant smalls (as well as toxic gases and the like). The twisting, shadowy passages of the palace were drab and pair, looking like a network of underground tombs. Vermin scuttled in the shadows, along with other shapes. Putting on her best brave face, Catra nonetheless strode forward, booted heels clicking off the stone floor.
It wasn't long before she ran into a galley of Gamorrean guards. They snorted at her, their snouts lined with drool and clutching vibro axes threateningly. Catra prepared for an assault but the largest of their number examined her and concluded she must've looked or smell enough like Boushh, as he squealed at the others and they let her pass. Catra moved on silently, leaving the pig-like brutes behind and came to a dimly lit chamber, stone steps leading into it. Loud music was blaring within, an obnoxious number even the lowliest of cantinas would've refused to play.
Catra moved down the stone steps, a chained frog-dog at their base barking at her. She gave him a swift kick, the frog-dog yelping and scuttling away into the corner. Aliens of all species lurked in shadowy alcoves about the throne room, nursing cups of ale and drugs in their slimy hands. In the center of the throne room a batch of scantily clad, multicolored alien girls were prancing about, singing along to the beat of the music.
And there HE was. Catra shuddered as she spied the Hutt himself. Jabba lounged on his dais, the corpulent Hutt grotesque even by the standards of his vile race. The rotund slug was easily twice as large as a human, sporting a waterfall of blubbery chins and a huge, jiggling belly. His face was frog-like, with wide orange reptillian eyes. A rather phallic tail twitched and pulsated on one side of his dais, while grubby, fat arms slapped against his belly. He drooled as he watched his dancers strut their stuff, Catra making a face.
"I'd sure hate to be the girl that fucked that thing..." Catra thought as she looked about. Her eyes suddenly widened as she saw something at the other side of the room. There, in a corner on full display for the court, was Adora. Her girlfriend was frozen in carbonite still and worse yet, had been hung on the wall like some...some trophy! Her face was frozen in a scream, a few aliens admiring the grotesque piece of 'art'.
Catra clenched a fist. She had half a mind to draw her blaster and unleash Hell on this batch of freaks! However, that thought was cut short as she felt Jabba's eyes upon her. She quickly assumed her stoic position again as Jabba's gaze focused on her. The fat slug licked his scum-coated, frog-like lips and raised one blubbery arm. Instantly, all went quiet and Catra nervously realized she was now the center of attention.
"Ah, Boushh," Jabba boomed. He spoke in Basic, his words booming and interlaced with slimy noises. He shifted his huge bulk as he addressed the 'bounty hunter'. "You've returned. I presume then that the cartel on the Shattered Moon has been dealt with?"
Catra's heart skipped a beat. Shit! She hadn't bothered to research what Boushh had been up to, which was a rather stupid move on her part. Swallowing, she tried to play it cool and answered, her voice hidden beneath a voice-changer built into the helmet, "Yes, mighty Jabba. They will not trouble you again." Catra bit her lip, sure Jabba would be suspicious. But the Hutt merely nodded (or what passed for a nod) and waved a fat hand at her.
"Excellent. I'll have the credits transferred to your account in the morning. Welcome back, my dear friend...ho ho ho! You'll have to regale me with a more detailed account then as well. But for now...resume!"
The band instantly continued their wailing and the dancers resumed their prancing, wiggling Lekku and ass alike for the cheering crowd. Catra breathed a sigh of relief and immediately retreated to one of the alcoves, scooting to a corner and pretending to want privacy. No one bothered her, too enamored with the delicate beauties on the dance floor, Jabba most of all.
It appeared she would need to act fast then. This batch of repugnant freaks would need to sleep sometime and when they did, Catra would rescue her beloved.
"I'm coming for you." Catra thought to herself, peeking at the carbonite statue of Adora as she settled herself in to wait on the day. With any luck, she and Adora would escape by nightfall.
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