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2021.10.28 18:07 sbpotdbot Tennis+ Daily - 10/29/21 (Friday)
2021.10.28 18:07 Special_Sell5908 Comprar dos tech fleeces
Hola, voy a comprar dos Tech Fleeces de Husky en estas semanas, y se que el peso mas aproximado serian 2326 gr. Que se recomienda hacer, con que enviar y que medidas tomar. SAL o EUB son las que siempre me recomiendan, pero no se como hacer, y si debería hacer un rehearsal por si acaso.
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2021.10.28 18:07 Erutious Towesey Homestead- Part 5- The Rain Gathers
Part 1- https://www.reddit.com/nosleep/comments/qey0cg/the_towesey_homestead_part_1_the_field_prepares/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3
Part 2- https://www.reddit.com/nosleep/comments/qfnec1/towesey_homestead_part_2_the_scarecrows_know/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3
The rain just keeps falling.
It started the day my brother left and now it just comes down and down and down.
Momma keeps moving around the house like a rat in a trap. I can tell that she wants to go out and look for Greg, but everytime she goes out on the porch, she thinks better of it. Then she comes back inside and starets flitting around again. Then she might go to the window to stare out into the rain, but only sometimes and never for long.
She sees something out there in the field, something she doesn’t like.
Normally this would worry a person to death, but it beats the alternative. It's just the two of us now, Momma and I, and I’m almost loath to let her out of my sight. I barely stopped her from leaving the other night, and it was a very near thing. If I hadn’t called her, she would have gone to the corn as well. I caught a glimpse of two scarecrows perched at the edge of the field, and you would have thought they were Daddy and Tom as opposed to the ragged things wearing their clothes.
That was two days ago.
We have done little but watch the corn grow and the rain fall since then.
The corn, that's something I still don't get.
I can see from the front door that the stalks of corn were waving, dancing, in the pouring rain. The field stretched on and on forever it seemed. A lush green and yellow sea that looked oh so inviting. I remember as a kid that I used to like to walk through that corn, running my fingers over the stalks and feeling utterly at peace as I drowned in that sea of thick, green vegetation.
But the corn can't be there, Momma and I picked it last week. The field was empty before the rain started, save for a few stray stalks. That's how she saw Greg and I as we fought in the field, that's how she got to us so quickly. That field should be mud and old corn husks, not the rippling bounty of corn that it is now.
It seemed to have sprouted overnight and it hid my brother's activities from the eyes of those left in the house. That first night I didn't sleep at all.
I was tired, exhausted from the day's work, but the rain on the window was keeping me awake. It sounded like fingers drumming on the glass and whenever I shut my eyes, I was treated to the image of thousands of fingers tapping against it. They would come careening out of the inky darkness, thumping hard on the glass as they stretched from a monstrous hand.
I lay awake, listening to the thumping rain as it hit again and again and again.
The wind whistled against the house, creaking the boards and making them shift. I assumed the wind was pushing a tree against my window, as it did sometimes, but the thumping was irregular. It was not the usual scrape scrape scrape of the branches. It slapped woodenly against the window, threatening to break it as it tapped again and again. I finally sat up, unable to take that constant thumping, shining my flashlight into the dark room.
Outside the window was a scarecrow, its bare wooden arm slapping at my window pane.
I gasped, putting a hand over my mouth to stifle a scream. I’m not a brave boy, I’ve never been a particularly courageous child, but I didn’t want to wake my mother from what was likely a fitful sleep. The wind turned him in the beam of my flashlight, showing me a sack head with a jack o lanterns grin drawn in grease paint across the front. That wasn’t one of ours. I had helped Daddy make those scarecrows, and this one wasn’t one of the ones we’d made. He was dressed in blue over all and a chambray shirt with a light and dark blue checkered pattern. His other hand was gloved, but his bare wooden wrist was knocking knocking knocking at my window. His black eyes seemed to stare at me and I could feel malice behind them.
There was hatred, but there was a promise in those eyes as well. As it stared at me, I could almost hear the words it spoke as the wind rattled them against the house. They were raspy, like my grandfather's voice before he had died a few years ago. I heard them on the wind, but I also seemed to hear them in my head. It was the voice of Winter, the voice of Harvest.
The voice of The Green.
“Cower, boy. You are weak, but even you could make the soil strong. Come to the soil and make your suffering less. Give yourself to the Green, it is the fate of your kind. Why fight the inevitable?”
I pulled the covers over my head trying to block out the voice as I shuddered in my bed.
That was when I heard the sound of my mothers door opening. Her footsteps were soft, hesitant, as they came down the hall, walking slowly as though she were glancing around as she came. I could see her in my minds eyes looking around fearfully as she walked down the hall towards the living room. She was...she was leaving me. I contemplated just staying under the covers, letting her go, but the idea of being alone was too much to handle.
I flew out of bed like an arrow and caught her just as she opened the door.
“Momma? Where are you going?”
She looked back at me like she had been caught doing something wrong. She was half out the screen door, looking at the corn, the rain and wind shaking the door as she held it in her trembling hand. She kept looking between me and the field, her eyes yearning, spellbound, but still not quite gone yet.
“I….I just needed to check on your brother. I know he’s out in the rain and I wanted to bring him some clothes. It’s been raining so hard and I want him to…”
“Come back inside, momma. There's nothing out there for us. We just have to wait till this rain stops and then we can get out of here and find some place less wet.”
I don't know why I said it, but she laughed like a crazy person when I did. She let the screen door close noisily and kissed me on my forehead as she headed back to bed. I heard her door close, but I knew I wasn't going back to my own bed. I pulled the old comforter off the couch and slept under it as the rain beat down on our old farmhouse harder than it ever had before. As I drifted off, I remembered thinking that the house would flood soon.
Surely it couldn't rain so much and not simply sweep us and the corn away.
My dreams that night were of our small wooden house rolling on the waves of corn, the house staying afloat as I desperately tried to steer it. There was a big wheel on the front porch and I would turn the house to avoid the waves as they threatened to capsize us. In the water, there was a large grey something and it would ram against the house every now and again as we sailed. I turned to avoid it, but suddenly it leaped from the water, a huge grey whale intent on murder, and I heard the creak of a door just as I came awake.
Momma was at the door again, and this time I had to physically lead her back to her room.
I stuck a chair under the door this time, and managed to sleep for the rest of the night. When I woke up though, the rain was still falling.
We spent today just sort of existing.
Momma keeps going around the house, fitfully cleaning and straightening as the rain comes down outside. I didn’t dare leave the house, whatever was in the cornfield might decide to coax me out next, but I did peek out the window. The ground was very soggy, puddles and little rivulets begging to form, but it wasn't as high as I had expected it to be. It was hard to tell as well, since the sky was so dark. The sun seemed trapped behind the dark clouds, as much a prisoner as we were.
When someone knocked on the door, I jumped, thinking it might be the scarecrows.
Momma just stood there, looking at the door, and seemed afraid to answer it. The knocker wrapped his knuckles on the door a second time and I found myself rising from the table. I didn’t want to go, but I was the man of the house now and such things were expected of me. I had taken a handful of hesitant steps, when the knocker called out, asking if anyone was home. I blew a sigh of relief as I recognized Sheriff Dunland’s voice. I walked a little faster, but when Momma grabbed my hand, I came up short.
“Don't let him in. We don't need his help. We can figure this out. We can...we can…” but whatever it was we could do died on her lips.
“We can’t just leave him on the stoop,” I said, pulling free and walking to the door to answer it.
The Sheriff was dressed in a duck yellow rain slicker, his hat peeking out from under the hood, and for once, he did not have a cigarette in his mouth.
He looked pretty scared.
“I’m glad to see you’re all safe. This rain has been coming down in buckets and the flooding has been getting bad. I figured I’d come see if you needed rescuing, but it looks like the flooding isn't so bad out here.”
As he spoke, I could see his eyes straying to the field of corn that had seemingly sprung up like magic.
“I just...thought I might come out here to help but...the road flooded as I was driving up it and...I think...I might be…”
His eyes strayed more and more often to the rows of corn and I could tell that the farm was praying on him.
“Sheriff, would you like to come inside? We can get you out of the rain and,”
“Rachel?” he breathed, turning away from me. I caught his arm and tried to pull him back, praying he wouldn't be lost as well. He half turned back, seeming to notice me again, and for a moment, I thought I might have gotten through to him. He took a step towards the house, then another, but as his foot came down in the threshold, he turned back to the corn.
A voice that only he could hear was calling and it seemed that its sirens song was greater than my own.
He pulled away from me and started towards the corn field, shouting the name of his ex wife; the one who had run away years ago with a trucker from out west if the town gossip was to be believed. I shouted for him as he plunged out into the muddy field, but it was too late. He was gone, the corn swallowing him as he ran into it. I thought I saw Greg, grinning like a doorman welcoming a guest, as the Sheriff was lost to the green.
I went back inside and told momma that we were leaving.
She seemed confused, standing like a doll as I slid the raincoat onto her. I pulled my own on and pulled on my rubber boots as well. If the sheriff had walked up here, then there must be a way to walk out again. We would just walk to town, away from the farm, and plan our next move once we were away from the whispering fields and creaking scarecrows. Momma couldn't seem to manage her rubber boots, so I supposed her feet would just have to get wet.
Better wet feet then the fate that awaited her out in the fields.
We left, and I found myself nearly dragging momma through the mud and water. Had it gotten deeper out here? It seemed like the water was higher than it had been only minutes ago. Momma kept looking back at the house, saying we should go back for Greg and that we couldn’t just leave Greg alone. I ignored her, her jerking fits like a child whose not getting his way. If Greg wanted to come with us, he was more than welcome to stop playing in the field and come along.
We walked down the muddy road until we came to the last thing I had expected to find.
The road had become a river.
The sheriffs SUV was being pushed against a tree not too far from our gate, the water shoving it easily. The river was high and broad, easily covering the two laned road and spilling past its barriers. It had flooded the farm next door to ours, but as it poured into our field, the ground seemed to drink it greedily. I stared at the river in a state of high dismay.
We would find no escape here.
Suddenly, momma jerked free and ran back towards the house, calling for Greg.
I turned to give chase, and there he was. He was dressed in the same dirty overalls I had seen him wear day in and day out, his chest bare beneath and his hair slicked up like some wild thing. As she ran for him, shouting his name pitifully, I ran after her and tried to stop what I knew would come next. She had ran to within ten feet of him, maybe less, when he darted back into the corn, and she made to follow. I was a foot behind her, nearly within grasping range, but my panicked grasping fingers failed to connect and her rain slicker slipped maddeningly out of my hands.
When she made to cut through the corn, I finally lunged at her and tackled her onto the muddy ground.
There, in the mud, we fought.
She shrieked Greg’s name and lashed out at me, kicking and screaming like a wild animal. She was half crazed, her fingernails cutting my cheek, her knee attempting to find its way into my groin, and her shrill voice calling me every name she knew would hurt me. She wanted me to get off her. She wanted me to stop trying to keep her from Greg. She wanted Daddy, and Thomas, and Greg, and anyone but me.
I finally just wrapped my arms around her, burying my face against her stomach, as I cried and begged her not to leave me.
I knew that once she left, it would only be a matter of time before I left too and was claimed by the field.
She stopped as my tears wet her and her angry motions became soothing. I looked up to find my mother seemingly back to normal. She hugged me back, saying we should go inside and get out of the rain. I took her hand and followed her in, liking being led for a change.
I would enjoy this lapse in insanity while I could.
Who knew how long it would last?
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2021.10.28 18:07 xcrunner95 Survivor 41 Alignment Chart
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2021.10.28 18:07 doni_boi Best green card in the game?
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2021.10.28 18:07 mojopong Switch back in stock at Home Depot
Seems like the light switch is back in stock and available at Home Depot for those that don't want to wait for the preorder like myself. Ordered online will hopefully pick up tomorrow.
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2021.10.28 18:07 1jhill Creative app vs Command (so close to being better but messed up a lot)
Well moving from the x3 to the x4 and the app got some stuff right but totally misses on other stuff vs command. The one grip moving from connect to command was with command you could not lock the equalizer to the sbx profile a you could in connect. So every time you switched profiles you had to do an additional step and change the eq. Thankfully the new creative app now has the ability to lock the eq to a profile and then just use the sound profile to switch more easily. However they’ve gone back to the annoying system where you can not alter their factory profile or eq and overwrite it instead you have to save as your own custom. This is stupid, what’s the point of the revert button if it just automatically reverts the next time you switch back to that profile? Instead you have to have the stock profiles and then add your own custom profiles just bloating up the profiles and eq list. Other issue is it seems to be bugged whee it isn’t always keeping the headline and speaker profiles separate. Just as example the movie profile for speakers was originally 67 surround and 50 crystalizer and headphone was 67 surround, 66 crystalizer, and 40 smart volume (I believe these were the same values in command as well). After a reset for a different issue now the headphone and speaker movie profiles are the same (both appear as the headphone profile values). Now one could say now big deal just turn off the smart volume and set crystalizer or surround to whatever you want but that brings it right back to previous issue of once you switch profiles and switch back the values will revert themselves back to the bugged smart volume on values. So now you have to save another custom profile because the stock is bugged and useless.
Seriously creative you need to start employing focus groups to try you software so you can get some real feedback of what is good and what is bad. You were so close with command all it needed was the ability to lock the eq to profiles and that would have been your best software to date.
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2021.10.28 18:07 NYcreatis App Platform Product Manager
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2021.10.28 18:07 53CT0R1X Discussion - End of “Discover Hope” trailer vs. Campaign trailers
TL;DR at bottom.
(Spoilers for Halo 4, Halo 5 and comic “Dominion Splinter” ahead)
So recently I watched the new campaign overview video, and rewatched the Xbox/Bethesda event video, where they introduced “the weapon”.
Seeing Cortana now in her Halo CE-esque purple form with armor from Halo 5 got me thinking, how does the end of the Discover Hope trailer tie into what we’ve seen recently? It shows Master Chief walking into what looks like a control room, and Cortana (or at least sounds like her) says “I chose you, because you were special. I knew we would be perfect together. I was right.” Which is of course a reference to how she hand-picked him to be her carrier in The Fall of Reach, which is in itself referenced in the opening cinematic of Halo 3.
The AI chief (very calmly and casually) goes to retrieve is blue, Cortana’s “old” colour (apparently space dictator Cortana is purple now) or The Weapon’s current colour. Either the AI shown here is the weapon, or another of Cortana’s splinters that survived, as in the comic, Dominion Splinter, it is revealed that the Cortana that became space dictator Cortana was one of her fragments she shed at the end of Halo 4 - meaning she may not be the only splinter that managed to make it to the Domain, which made her meta-stable, functionally immortal. There could be another stable “good” Cortana out there. Maybe that cinematic even shows a point later on the campaign where Chief managed to make “evil” her snap out of it and “come home” like he wanted in Halo 5.
What do you guys think, is the AI shown there the weapon, or good old Cortana? I don’t know if it’s the weapon, I don’t think it is, I think it’s a good or the one and only “redeemed” Cortana, for these reasons:
1) The words she says to him are way too specific, a reference to their past together. The weapon, as far as we know was created and paired with him for a specific mission, she did not choose him.
2) The AI’s inflection is much more mature, like Cortana’s way of speaking, not the bright and peppy tone of The Weapon.
3) The tone of voice she uses is almost intimate, like speaking to a loved one. The only single human we know Cortana cares about is John, so it stands to reason she’d speak to him like that, the way she spoke to him in Halo 5. The weapon is not that close to Chief at all.
4) The last time they met, Cortana tried to trap Chief in a Cryptum for 10,000 years. I do not think he’d approach space dictator Cortana so casually, this is someone he trusts. He doesn’t even have his rifle drawn.
I hope this isn’t one of those things where 343 creates hype then forgot about it/retconned it hoping nobody will notice. The entire exchange has MASSIVE implications as far as the story is concerned.
Let me know what you guys think.
TL;DR - Do you think the AI shown at the end of the Discover Hope trailer is Cortana or the Weapon?
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2021.10.28 18:07 Mysteryme25 Darkrai Raid Adding 10
2021.10.28 18:07 CptnMcKawesome Hey Archa!
So I'm relatively new to the whole world of new coins. I've only ever bought established coins and it was more simple to understand. I honestly only bought this coin because I'm in a Charlie Med "archangels" and I saw one of the devs is a vet as well. I'm sitting here with a broken back at NTC doing research on different coins and why they exist and I need help with understanding this one. I read a lot that archangel will help solve problems in the crypto space. Can someone help me in understanding what problems there are? I want to understand the mission a bit better and be able to better identify these potential risks in order to avoid them.
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2021.10.28 18:07 NthJaybird ASUS TUF Gaming A15 RAM upgrade recommendations?
So I've heard that some RAM sticks are incompatible with some laptops and 8 GB of RAM doesn't seem to be cutting it for my anymore. So I was wondering what would be some good options for upgrading my laptop?
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2021.10.28 18:07 KoshiBlack new oc's
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2021.10.28 18:07 NYcreatis Sr Director, Product Marketing
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2021.10.28 18:07 cygnet_ring My two favourite housedresses were getting scandalously threadbare, so I remade them into a chimaera dress
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2021.10.28 18:07 GrouchyMike Anyone else keep thinking they have a small bladder, but then suddenly remember they downed water earlier and have also been drinking cans of soda so it makes sense why you’re needing to pee…
but also you’ve been staring at your phone for 3 hours and needed to pee for the last 2.
Or is it just me?
I keep zoning out from my day and then zoning back in when something gives me some discomfort.
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