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2023.06.07 04:59 Sir_Toaster_9330 What do you think of this character?
Name: Brass Reeds
Here's his feature film: Tales of Minecraft Episode 2: Ballad of Brass Reeds
In case you want to know his whole backstory:
Brass Reeds was born in the Algorian Tribe in the Northwest, when he was 20 he met a young woman, and the two dated for a while. Brass then proposed to this woman, but both of their parents refused to accent their relationship as he was a zombie and she was a human. Due to this, Brass and his new wife moved to the woods where he built a cabin for the both of them. However, Illagers allied with humans, burnt the home, and killed his wife. Brass gained an immense hatred for Illagers and Villagers due to them being favored by humans while mobs like him are left in the dirt. Brass decides to get his own acceptance in the form of bounty hunting, he tracks down other mobs and turns them into authorities to gain "blood money" and acceptance from humans.
Brass became a renowned monster hunter and dangerous mercenary.
Species: Zombie
Age: 45
  1. Cross-slinging: he's able to use his crossbow similarly to how gunslingers used revolvers. And he has insane quickdraw, just like his inspiration, Bass Reeves. His crossbow is enchanted with Quickdraw 3 and Piercing 1
  2. Marksmanship: Both with bows and crossbows he has incredible aim
  3. Hand-to-hand combat: He is an experienced martial artist capable of fighting platoons of armed soldiers with his bare hands
  4. Swordsmanship: He is also incredibly talented with swords, he often uses an iron sword that is enchanted with sharpness but he also has a diamond sword with mending, sharpness, and fire aspect. Perfect for a monster hunter
  5. Cryptozoology: As an experienced monster hunter, Brass has a wide array of knowledge when it comes to fighting different enemies, he is always prepared. For Endermen, he often tricks them into soul sand or pours water over his blades for maximum damage. For Illagers, he gets everything ready for pure carnage. And for Undead, he brings in fire weapons.
  6. Superhuman strength: Thanks to his Undead heritage, he's able to overpower Vindicators and toss people into the air, he also has superhuman speed. In fact, he's strong even for a Zombie and is considered one of the toughest Undead around.
  7. Enhanced senses: Another side to his biology is that he can hear much better than most people, he can see at night, and he can smell you from 100 blocks away
  8. Tactical Mind: Brass always has something up his sleeve even during a fight
  9. Potion Mastery: Since Brass is an experienced monster hunter, he knows what potions to use on what enemies and what to use on himself
  10. Horseback riding: On his trusty horse, Blizzard, Brass adopted a skill from the Knight of the Order, a group of warriors that have an entire martial art system centered on horseback riding. And Brass uses it with deadly efficiency
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2023.06.07 04:30 2008ToyotaAvalon Shredded cabin air filter: user error or rodent interference?

Swapped out my cabin air filter about 6 months ago with one by Wix.
While driving today, noticed my blower motor seemed to be making more buzzing than usual.
After reading on a forum for my car that this can just be the cabin air filter going bad, I checked to see how it looked.
Upon pulling the filter out, I noticed a circular hole at the center of the square shaped filter.
It was torn apart like it was chewed up and shredded.
I ripped the whole fan assembly out to vacuum it properly and inspect. It was a hell of a process but luckily, no animal remains or evidence was found.
So now I'm scratching my head. Did I install the filter in the wrong direction, allowing it to get chewed up by the fan blades, or was there possibly a small critter that made it it's nest and then scurried off before I took it for a drive?
Posting on here as I can't find anything of relevance when searching "shredded cabin air filter" .

EDIT: I forgot I have to add my car's make and model. Well, who would have guessed that... I drive a 2008 Toyota Avalon. It's got 166,700ish miles, and this vehicle only ever came in automatic. And like so, this car only came with the 3.5L V6 2GR-FE motor.
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2023.06.07 03:11 lets-split-up I went on a cruise, and found the source of the rotting smell…

Imagine walking into a burning building, and everyone laughs and tells you the fire’s all in your head. When no one believes you, are you going to stay to burn up with them? Every passenger in that crowd waiting to embark on the luxury cruise was already dead—they just didn’t know it yet! I stared through the windows of the terminal at the magnificent Seastar, at the broken glass and spatters of blood that only I could see… and then I fled.
Without warning a single soul.
What would have been the point? My name is Cassandra—I see death six days before it happens, and can feel it if I shake a cold hand—but no matter what I do, I can never, ever prevent it.
My flight took me as far as the escalators before a flash of purple brought me screeching to a halt. Lily Tsuki? No—it wasn’t the purple-haired musician who’d given me with cruise gift card. But suddenly I remembered how I’d been looking forward to hearing her performance aboard this very vessel…
Oh God…
It was one thing to turn my back on doomed strangers. Terrible as it sounds, it’s a bit like reading about a catastrophe in the news. Quite another thing to abandon somebody I knew! Could I really leave her to become one of the bodies putrefying in the belly of the Seastar? Every time I ordered a drink at my favorite bar, I’d remember I hadn’t even tried to save her!
“Fuck!” I cried, fumbling for my phone. “Oh, fuck me sideways… how much time…?”
Ninety minutes.
Ninety minutes to get on board, find the musician, and… what? Convince her to disembark?
And yet my feet were already turning toward the gangplank—because as it turns out, I would rather plunge headlong into a ship full of the rotting dead than face an empty piano bench and the guilt that no amount of alcohol would ever drown. But to have any chance at persuading Lily, I’d need to know how the passengers died. This meant that in addition to finding a purple-haired needle in a Titanic-sized haystack, a horrifying task loomed ahead of me. I was going to have to do something I had not done in a very long time—plunge directly into my vision. Walk into its very maw and face whatever gruesome horrors lurked at the source of that nauseating odor.
I was going to have to find the bodies…
… and whatever killed them.
The stench was so overpowering after crossing the gangplank that I dropped to my knees and dry heaved. The flow of passengers moved around me past the concierge desk. I must have looked exceptionally sick, because a pretty girl in a suit skirt approached, asking if I needed assistance. She reached out a hand to help me up—cold!
I staggered away from her and inside. Then—because I felt I might throw up—quickly found my way out to the promenade deck and the blessed breeze.
Lifeboats hung overhead. Beyond the rail, the sea sparkled in the afternoon sun. Cushioned loungers lined the deck. None were in use, presumably because the pool, patio, spa, and other amenities on the upper decks had much more attractive areas for lounging. I leaned against the rail and gulped the air, listening to the waves splash against the side of the boat, noting blood spatters further down—but nothing signifying the cause of the blood. Just vague signs of violence.
After circling the entire promenade deck and spotting only the occasional bloody spatters, I gritted my teeth, pulled my shirt collar up over my nose, and plunged into the nearest door.
The Seastar’s interior had the atmosphere of a luxury hotel. People milled about the restaurant and shopping area, buzzing with excitement, talking about cabaret shows and fine dining, while perky crew members answered questions, all perfectly oblivious to the putrid sweet rotting stench. I’d most likely find Lily Tsuki at the piano lounge, but since I didn’t yet have any plausible explanation for what had happened to the passengers, I continued wandering, entering a bustling café overlooking the ship’s grand staircase. Stepping over an enormous blood stain on the carpet, I passed the counter, nauseated by the fancy pastries behind their glass cases, peering among the tables and chairs. Paused when I spotted an eyeball in a teacup. No trace of how it got there. No body with an empty socket. Just the eyeball, swirling in a congealed bloody jelly at the bottom of the cup…
I scurried away, snatching a cloth napkin to cover my nose.
The interior darkened as I ascended the central staircase. No electricity, I noted as I clutched the railing. Why would the power be cut? A storm?
But storms don’t scoop out eyeballs with a dessert spoon….
Coming onto deck 6, I peered down a long, dim corridor lined with passenger cabins. To passengers coming and going, the hall was illuminated by electric lighting—but since I was seeing the ship six days in the future, the narrow hallway vanished into blackness. With no way to enter the cabins, and nothing much to see here or in the other dimmed halls of the passenger decks, I ascended until I reached the pool.
Pool Deck
Deck 9 opened to wide panoramic windows, dining, a spa, and of course the pool. I emerged outdoors with relief, removing the napkin from my nose as the sea breeze gave some respite from the odor.
Around me, people partied in bikinis and beachwear and suits, sipping all manner of drinks around the sky-blue swimming pool. A young woman stretched on a blood-spattered lounger, oblivious to the gore beneath her tanned figure. A few bodies floated among the swimmers, bloated and discolored. My vision shimmered briefly as a teen boy swam right through one of the bodies, splashing as if it were not there. My heart lurched when I realized that it was his own, albeit dressed in different clothes—
Oof!” I grunted as a small figure bashed into me, her arm grazing mine.
“Sorry!” cried a little girl in a pink swimsuit, bolting by as her mother yelled at her to watch out for people.
I tried not to think of how cold the little girl’s arm felt. Counted the bodies: eight in the pool. One by the towel bin, head caved in. I made a circuit of the pool, occasionally brushing against people—cold, cold, cold.
No survivors, it seemed.
But why?
That was when I spotted a shirtless old man sitting at a table under an umbrella. I froze, goosebumps prickling along my skin. Unlike the floaters, there was no obvious reason for his death. His back was to me, the bare skin of his shoulders gray and blotchy. In his hand he held a broken drinking glass. He was positioned in repose… so what killed him?
My heart quickened as I moved round to the front of him.
His mouth hung open, shards of glass and a mangled tongue lolling out, crimson trailing down his shirt front. The source of the chewed glass was obvious—the cup in his hand was broken, its jagged edges bloody.
He’d died choking on the glass.
“What the fuck is happening here?” I whispered.
Forward Stairwell
The jogging track and the sundeck—decks 10 and 11—offered a stunning bird’s eye of the pool and ocean, but I did not stop to take this in as I circled to the bow, opting to take the forward stairs down, rather than central.
The stench hit me like a cloud.
I had to stop as I descended into the dim stairwell, clinging to the railing, doubled over, gagging. It was so so bad. My eyes watered. My stomach bucked. And it was dark. Thank God for my phone’s flashlight. I fumbled it on and, napkin firmly over my nose, plunged down into the depths… The phone’s thin illumination flashed along the carpeted stairwell and the hall of the first of the passenger decks. I kept descending. Paused at an unidentifiable slick red mound. I was examining it under my light when a crewmember jogged up to me and asked, “Lose something, miss?” “Just my marbles,” I muttered, shooing the crew member away and inadvertently brushing his hand. Cold. I turned my attention back to the mound.
A slimy pile of intestines on the stairwell… trailing down to a disemboweled body.
Intestines… eyeballs… eating broken glass… nothing about this makes sense! I swiveled the beam to check further downward.
That was when I found the source of the odor.
My path down was obstructed by a mass of bodies. The ones underneath seemed to have been trampled, but the ones on top… I squeezed my watering eyes and retched against the wall. Some of the bodies bore horrible mutilations—fingers bent and twisted, joints out of alignment, faces smashed in and jaws torn open. Many more appeared to have been crushed in the press of bodies. Best guess, there was a wave of panicked people rushing upstairs from below, colliding with a wave of others fleeing down from above.
Why this staircase? What was near this part of the ship?
The cabaret lounge, I realized. No electricity. No elevators. This was the nearest stairwell to the auditorium.
Closer. I was inching closer to uncovering the fates of the passengers. And yet, I still had no idea what the passengers were fleeing from. Who were the attackers? Or… I thought of the eyeball. The glass chewed and swallowed.
An icy pinprick at the base of my skull whispered the question I didn’t want to ask…
Why? Why did some of the passengers go mad, and do it to themselves?
Piano Bar
I took the long way round to the cabaret theatre, going all the way back up the stairs and coming down on the central staircase, only to detour on hearing the notes of a piano. I found myself in a cozy lounge and spotted a purple-haired figure at the keys. And just in time—the ship was due to depart in less than half an hour!
“Lily!” I rushed over.
The musician’s face lit. “Oh it’s you, friend! You made it!”
“You’ve got to get off the ship!”
“Off the—”
“I know it seems crazy but you’ve got to! Everyone on board is going to die—I’ve seen it because I’m psycho!” I heard it a second later and smacked my forehead. “I mean—psychic! PSYCHIC!! I can see the future.” At her scrunched eyebrows, I burst, “Look I know how I sound, but I’ve been able to see things since I was a little girl, and I am telling you that this ship is going to go dark! The engines will cut out! People are going to flee and trample each other on that forward staircase…” Launching into a rapid-fire recounting, I was just getting to the eyeball in the teacup when she interrupted:
“You’re afraid of some sort of terrorist attack?”
“No, no! No! It’s almost like… a kind of madness, a contagion, that spreads through the ship—”
“A zombie apocalypse?”
“Not zombies…”
“Poltergeists? Possession?” She played a riff from a horror movie. “Should we call an exorcist?”
“We should leave!” I checked my phone. “Quickly!—"
“What an odd duck you are! I can’t imagine any sort of catastrophe as big as you’re saying. You know this ship has tons of safety protocols. And even if I did believe some disaster were drawing near—do you really think I could abandon crowds and crew?” She looked at me over her glasses, shimmering purple lips curving in a smile. “Listen friend, if this were the Titanic and I was the only one who could see the iceberg, I’d stay to steer us right, not run off leaving everyone to die!”
Icy fingers raked along my spine. Even if she wasn’t taking me seriously, she was right—I did have a moral obligation to save people. An obligation I’d been trying to fulfill ever since I was a little girl, until the attempt killed my brother, and even after, I kept trying for years and years…. until at last I realized that there is no way to change anything. That is why I call myself Cassandra. For the Greek prophet doomed to predict the future but never be believed. Try and prevent what I’ve foreseen? You might as well try and pluck the stars from the sky!
Every hand I’d touched was cold. Everyone on board would die.
My fists balled, fingernails digging so hard into my palms they bled. “You really have no idea what you’re asking of me…”
“Oh, I’m not telling you to stay. I’m just explaining why I have to. Besides, I’m under contract.” She winked and focused on her playing as guests entered and sat at nearby tables.
She had no idea! None whatsoever! If I thought there was even a sliver of a hope, I wouldn’t abandon people! Oh, if this happy-go-lucky musician understood the futility!!
But she will, came another, darker thought. She will know the full depth of the horror coming…
“No,” I whispered.
“Huh?” She shouted, “Wait—friend, where are you going?”
But I was not listening. The cabaret theatre—was the answer there? The reason for the crush of bodies in the forward stairwell? I rushed past the cafe with the eyeball in the teacup, through the grand doors into the cabaret hall—
—but the cabaret hall was surprisingly quiet, save for a light touch of classical music. A few passengers mingled here or there, unnoticing of the cadavers draped on chairs and tables. The stage itself was pristine, the wood smooth and polished in the fading orange light through the windows. Apparently, the origin of the panicked flight up the forward stairwell was not this grand entertainment venue—nothing here supported that theory.
Nonetheless, I gave the place a thorough search until my phone’s battery ran low, and then I returned to the grand staircase.
In one direction lay passenger cabins. In the other, the gangplank back to the port terminal and safety.
“It’s not too late to be a coward, Cass,” I said. “Run from the ship, run from the empty piano bench at the bar, find a different, cheaper hole in the wall to crawl into like—like the cockroach you are…”
Always the survivor, eh…?
Or… or, I could try just one more time. “‘Hope,’” my brother always said, “is the thing with feathers.”
And look what happened to him! flashed through my mind. My heart slammed against my ribcage. I’d just die too, unless I left in the next—how many minutes? I checked my phone, but it was dead. Like I would be if I stayed.
A horn sounded the Seastar’s departure. A distant cheer rose up from the upper decks and balconies. I felt a brief panicky impulse to run back out on deck and throw myself off the ship… but in truth, my fate had already been decided before the ship’s horn blew. I hadn’t been paying attention earlier, but I’d been rubbing and rubbing my hands, and finally realized they were cold. Probably had been since I’d boarded. I shuffled leaden feet toward the passenger cabins, guided by my phone’s light to the brass number plate for 4044—my cabin. Reached for the knob and stopped.
That smell—dread squeezed my intestines like a wet rag.
Smoke. Burnt meat.
I wrinkled my nose and opened the door.
Orange rays shone through the window, the sunset so vivid it almost gave the illusion that the room was on fire. The walls and ceiling were charred. The edges of the mattress and sheets a smoldered ruin. But the worst damage was the small sofa by the coffee table. Broken bottles scattered round. And there on the sofa—
My fingers went limp on the door handle as I stared into melted sockets of a body charred beyond recognition. A dark line encircled its wrist. The blackened remnants of a charm bracelet.
My bracelet.
While the man on the pool deck swallowed glass, I would succumb to the insanity here, dousing myself in alcohol and flame—
immolating myself.
[Part 1]
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2023.06.07 01:27 Doritos_R6 Washer fluid inside of cabin intake 2016 GTI

Hey folks,
Got myself an interesting issue. Went to change my cabin air filter today. Were i live we get a lot of spring and summer pollen so i grabbed a shop towel to wipe out the inside of the box and noticed a decent amount of standing wiper fluid in there. The filter was also damp.
I had to change my blower motor about a year ago when it seized up. Now I think I know why it did so. That all said im wondering were the leak could be coming from?
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2023.06.07 00:41 dlschindler [Murder Of Crows] S1E4 My Crow Speaks To The Cursed

Darkness covered the funeral as those black clouds rained onto black umbrellas. Most of the policemen were gathered to put Sergeant Ventura into the ground. Detective Winters turned from the man's family, Police, and with a scowling cigarette, he headed back towards his car.
"Did it go well?" I asked him from where I had waited in the back seat.
"You know I told them exactly what happened?" He asked me, after a moment of silent conversation. The rain was making a soothing noise on the roof and windshield, repetitive, insistent and natural. I listened to that, instead of the rest of his monologue: about filling out a report, and then talking about the report to his superiors, and now telling me the whole story. I looked out the window as he went on and on, and watched the various policemen and their wives filing away. I noticed only half of them had wives and only one had a male partner. I wasn't sure if he was to be referred to as a 'wife'. Can't be a 'spouse' in this state. "And for all that they just made me write that I had accidentally shot the corpse-shaped booby trap that killed Sergeant Ventura."
"You finished?" I asked while he stopped to catch his breath.
"Yes. Thank you. I feel better." He claimed. He started his car and we drove back to the hotel.
"You just gonna stay here with me?" I asked him as I headed past the beds for the bathroom. I intended to have a shower, thinking: "I admit I don't get them very often, living outdoors."
"I wouldn't dream of leaving you. You are the love of my life. I can't sleep when you aren't in that bed over there, in the same room as me. Meals just don't taste as good without you." Detective Winters had an odd tone of voice as he said all of that. I decided to just leave it alone.
While I was showering, I realized I was afraid of him. I was harmless compared to him, and I could kill someone to protect something I couldn't even explain. What would he do if I tried to escape? I decided it was best to accept this path. I wanted to make recompense for taking a life. It meant something to me, even if I avoided Earthly justice.
I shaved off my beard and tied my hair back with my bandanna. I looked like a human-being. I finally put on the clothes Detective Winters had bought for me at the thrift store. I looked like a decent person. Cory tilted his head at me.
"Looks like you could find a mate." Cory complimented me.
"Think so?" I asked, blushing.
"Amen." Cory squawked supreme affirmation. I presented myself to Detective Winters.
"Thank you." He muttered, with a cigarette towering ash atop a filter on his mouth, as he lay on his back with a towel over his eyes. He was thanking me for cleaning up.
I too got some rest. It seemed like all we did was sit at the policestation and fill out paperwork. I had started pacing and found I was not allowed out of his sight. Being confined was strangely exhausting.
I laid there and started to fall asleep. It was strange, sleeping indoors again. It had taken me so many nights in that bed to get used to it. My dreams were of distant times and places. Sometimes I saw Khurl and primitive humans in my dreams. Those were strange nights. The hotel window was open, and the sounds of people softly shuffling by, or arguing in the distance, or watching an infomercial all night on full volume, drifted in with the cool breeze. The world was outside and I had learned to sleep in a new place. A strange kind of sleep.
The phone rang and I awoke and sat up. Cory was watching me in the darkness. He asked:
"What is that?"
"It's Detective Winters's phone." I told him.
After it stopped ringing he woke up and got it and called back. He was laying there half asleep.
"You called?" He sounded quiet and spoke slowly. "I was asleep. I saw that you just called. I want to talk to you. Are you okay? I miss you. Hello?"
Someone might be talking to him. He was listening, there in the darkness. Then he looked at the phone, acknowledging that the call was ended. He gently set the phone down and rolled back over. I could only presume he was trying to fall back asleep.
Then his phone rang again and he answered it and asked in a voice I only heard him use there, at night:
"Please tell me what it is. I want to hear it." And there was a pause as he waited for a response. But it was his boss instead, and after chuckling: he told Detective Winters that he was needed at the scene of a murder. I could hear it.
"Let's go." He looked over and saw I was awake. We dressed and went to the car. The cool night air greeted us and Cory outstretched his wings, loving the breeze.
We got out of the car, at those last moments of night, at a hiking trail that led up Grandfather Hill, after crossing Sunberry Creek. I've tasted the legendary sunberries. They aren't meant for human consumption. I wouldn't recommend them.
Forensics had a van near the head of the trail. The body was about to get removed. They had waited for Detective Winters.
"There is the trail they made to get to her." Detective Winters had his last cigarette and lit it with his 'little red riding hood and wolf eyes' lighter. He took a death-sucking drag from it and pointed with it while he exhaled unhealthy air. "I want us to go the long way. I want to know the rest of her story."
I stood quietly and shivered. Cory clicked that there was a path if I turned around. It was a click that meant it was only the first step. There were three or four to find the path. He'd not tell me there were a series of steps, because crows don't think of numbers in the same pattern as humans. Numbers are magical, in their symbolism, to crows. Crows can count to a degree, but they will often stop counting if the number matches the same meaning they identify with the bushels they are counting. Thus the number three, to a crow, is also essentially female, as a symbol. Therefore when counting a group of females, there would necessarily be three. Every number had such a meaning.
I found a stone and when I stepped upon it I knew the path across the roots. It appeared when we got to the top of the hill. It led down to where the creek was. I stopped to get Detective Winters and heard him behind me:
"I'm following." His voice sounded like he had his eyes on me and couldn't really see the path. Cory kept urging my steps and then told me:
"This is where it first found her." Cory hopped down and pointed with his beak. "I think it is like a man. See its funny footstep?"
"What happened?" I asked.
"How should I know, my Lord? You always task me so." Cory flitted up to my shoulder and trembled and whispered into my ear: "It killed her, I am guessing. What do you think?"
I listened then. I had heard the forest once before. I knew this place, it could whisper, in that same tone. For just a moment it was almost a glimmer of a feeling, a childish emotion, a very crude and simple feeling, like just one note of a song. I glanced up and smiled.
"Cory." I said softly, smiling. He drilled a long series of clicks that was his most hilarious laugh.
"My Lord?" Cory wanted to hear what I was thinking.
"It is like Beauty and the Beast. This footprint, that is like a man. It is a man that is like a beast. He wanted her, loved her, followed her."
"Killed her." Cory added.
"That wasn't the plan. See how carefully it hid." I pointed where the shafts of sunlight lit each footprint perfectly. Such a thing could not step out of the bounds that were set for it by nature. Each of its movements in the forest was perfectly synchronized. Until something on its trail changed. Its movement pattern changed. It was following her, although still very careful as it went.
"What godless beast saw this woman and looked so intently?" Cory sounded interested. I could not guess, while I studied its saddest footsteps.
"This is where it retreated." I pointed to the path of its egress from the kill site. The sunlight danced through the trees as though the light were floating through the forest. In those strange shadows I could imagine the rest:
Hunched and breathing in the moonlight it had watched her approach. She had seen its eyes and perhaps she had screamed, fled, panicked. On instinct the beast had forgotten its fascination and attacked. Her fragile body stood no chance and it left her there and fled this direction. I was walking its path.
"I am going to get dogs out here. Wait!" Detective Winters called after me. He sensed the terrible danger and wasn't driven to it as I was.
"Must go now." Cory was insisting. My crow was also afraid.
"I want to see for myself." I also insisted. I was afraid too, but the quality of my fear was merely a sail to the fears lurking upon my path. I could not turn back and face those darker gazes. They could see into my soul and ignore me, cosigning me to the void.
The full moon still stood overhead and shone down in the lighting sky. In the eerie green light of the forest I found a clearing. I had followed the trail, losing the policemen and the detective. They would eventually find me.
The clearing was ringed by mustard colored toadstools all around its edge. A man lay in the bloodied pelt of a wolf as it peeled from his body. His claws held the earth and were caked in gore. Now I only felt the terror of my action. I had ignored my fear, for fear of being ignored by my own lucky stars. Now I was terrified of the thing before me, the deadly and unnatural visage of it.
The beast was breathing a painful mist onto my hand. He was a little more man, than creature, as his stillness grew; from moment to moment. He looked up at me.
"Know we see you." Cory spoke in his most sincere and clearest English.
"Why have you come to see this?" The man-wolf asked in a voice, broken by remorse, tired by rage, shamed by murder and driven to isolation. Besides the inhuman growl that its voice was composed of. Its yellow eyes stared, bleeding tears across a face not yet human and no longer an animal.
"Did you love her?" I asked. "Before she saw you, nothing happened to her."
"Melody! Oh god no! She followed me!" He exclaimed. When he said 'me' he began to howl dismally. This broke into an unearthly and almost inhuman cry of agony, straight from his soul. Hearing it, and knowing the fruit of his lamentation, is what turned a streak of my beard and hair white, and the white feather on Cory drained of color at that same time.
We stood in the morning light and waited. The cursed creature in front of us sobbed miserably. He said:
"I should be dead, not her."
"Death will always happen." Cory told him.
"Not for me." He wept bitterly.
"He understood you." I noticed.
"Indeed. I think it shows he is not so bad. You listen well enough to understand an animal." Cory spoke to me and then to him. He just stared at my crow. Then he confessed:
"It is the beast that is evil."
"She loved you too." I was sure. "Twas the beast that killed her, for that love."
"She did love me." He told the truth and the hot tears washed some of the blood off of his face.
Dogs and policemen arrived. The moon was gone and the sunlight was warming the forest. They trampled the toadstools and put the decomposing wolf's skin into evidence bags. They put the cursed one in handcuffs. An irony that the cuffs could only hold him while he was relatively harmless, not when he was the beast, of course. I was sure of that too, as I looked at a tree he had struck in his bestial fury, cutting into it like the wood of oak were soft.
"What will happen?" I asked Detective Winters.
"You know as well as I do." He replied. "Crazy guy like that will get the best care of modern medicine."
"That's probably for the best." I surmised.
"Yeah?" Detective Winters complimented me, as he lit a smoke he had bummed off of someone. "I believe you. You know I do."
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2023.06.06 23:51 JewJitzutTed 2011 Hyundai sonata maintenance

I’ve had this car since 2018 and so far the only maintenance I regularly do is new oil every 5000 miles, and i replace mechanical parts when they make weird sounds, and i replace the engine and cabin air filters every 18 months. I have driver about 65000 miles since I’ve gotten it. What are some must do maintenance I should do? I’m guess I’m due for new coolant, what about transmission fluid?
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2023.06.06 23:03 hmiser Things to do before starting up a stored vehicle?

I'm putting my 2011 Kia Sorento EX-V6 with 55k miles back on the road after storing in my garage pre-pandemic ~4 years give or take?

Storage wasn't planned so nothing special has been done to it since it was parked in the garage. I've got a charger on the battery and I know I need to top off the tires but should I do anything else?

I feel like I should screw off the air filter and spray WD-40 in it but surely that's my Old Man's voice in my head lol, Appreciate y'all.
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2023.06.06 19:21 samfoto_ I am 27 years old, make $63k/yearly, live in the suburbs of Minneapolis, MN, and work in marketing.

Assets & Debt
Retirement balance: $13,286.43 (I make a small monthly deposit into my IRA. I do not have a 401k at the moment as I'm focusing on saving)
Mortgage loan remaining: ~$162k
Savings balance: ~$20k
Checking balance: ~$5k
Credit card debt: $0 (I pay off monthly)
Student loan debt: $17,539.32 (BFA Photography)
Car loan: $22,227.15
Income Progression: After graduating, I started in Customer Service making $36k. Some coworkers at my next job recommended I get a certification in Salesforce Marketing Cloud as something to do during COVID’s early month. The company paid. It helped me get into the marketing field. My first marketing job was $50k/yr. On my second with about a year and a half of experience. I want to change fields but do not have the experience necessary to do so. If I stay at my company I may have the opportunity to try the field I want within a year or two. My work-life balance is amazing so I’m sticking with it.
Actual monthly take home: $3,471.80
No side gigs or other income.
Mortgage & HOA: $1,090.09
Home insurance: $31.63
Retirement: $100 (Roth IRA)
Savings: $1,665 (Whatever is leftover at the end of the month. Good this month since I got 3 paychecks)
Investments: $0 (Working with J to help me figure out starting this. I’m late on it, I know.)
Debt payment: $0 (Student loan payments start up again soon. Rebuilding savings in the meantime from home purchase last year)
Electric: $40-90 (last month $42)
Internet: $89
Phone: $72
Subscriptions: $27
Climbing gym: $85
Cats: $53 (food)
Car payment/insurance: $463.50
Health: $102


Food + Drink (Groceries): $64.28
Fun + Entertainment: $26.94
Home + Health: $187.21
Clothes + Beauty: $64.81
Transport + Vehicle Health: $109.34
Other: $99.99
Total: ~$556

This is NOT a typical week! Lots of medium things that added up happening at the end/beginning of a new month. That's life! When I buy things I use regularly, I often buy 2-3 more than I need at a time so that I don't have to get them as often. Unless J and I are together, I don't go out to eat to save money. I'm very lucky to work from home and save a lot of expenses that way. My job is pretty low-key and quiet most of the day, so I didn't detail too much about it this week.

Edit: I forgot to mention above that J and I are not buying a house together, I'm helping him look. We really go to open houses for fun right now as he isn't thinking about buying until late this yeaearly next year. Interest rates are insane right now! I have a super low rate and am not looking forward to losing out on it some day.
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2023.06.06 16:54 summetj Reminder: Time to replace your cabin air filter

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2023.06.06 13:11 abhaysingh011 Why is it important to install an air filter in car cabins

Why is it important to install an air filter in car cabins
Traveling by car is a part of the normal routine for people who go to offices for work. It is also needed by travelers who are on a road trip. The problem may arise if the route is congested by traffic. The air quality reports of various cities tell that the conditions on roads are not that healthy. That is why, people need to create a hygienic environment inside the car.

Car Cabin air Filter
One of the easiest ways that can help maintain habitable conditions inside the car is the use of a car cabin air filter. Its installation can help in the following ways:
Maintains good air quality: An air filter traps all the dust particles and very small size allergens with commendable effectiveness. It starts working within seconds of installation. The tests reveal that an effective air filter can bring down AQI to a healthy range within 2 minutes as mandated by WHO.
The air filter works on active molecular technology, which enables the quick trapping of dust particles and other contaminants. It also
  • Effective on minute particles: The PM 2.5 filter for car is effective on very minute particles. The active molecules used to make air filter attracts the oppositely charged dust particles of very small size. Thus, the filter exhibits 99% efficacy in trapping particulate matters as small as PM 5 and PM 2.5. Its direct impact is that people who suffer from various allergies can find the air conditions of the car quite habitable and safe. They don’t feel discomfort during long travels.
  • Keeps car free from odor and other gases: With the help of a filtering device that filters air at the source, the car can be made free from odor and other gases. Thus, those sensitive to smell can travel comfortably and adjust to car conditions easily. Odorless car at your disposal makes road travels enjoyable and keeps travelers away from infections and allergies as well.
  • Traps all sorts of allergens: Especially during the rainy season, the moldy smell irritates car travelers a lot. The PM 2.5 filter for cars is tested for efficacy against all sorts of allergens like molds, small dust particles, vapors, etc. So, car travelers don’t find much change in the surroundings as the air filter acts faster than expected and provides a comfortable interior.
Apart from these benefits, the air filter is easy to install and does not require a mechanic’s help. Also, it does not resist airflow, which helps keep the interior airy and pleasant. Owing to all these features, the air filter proves to be a must-have for people who love to keep their car in good shape and want its interior clean and comfortable.
To Conclude -
When you are out to the road to travel for work or fun, you need to manage exposure to traffic-generated pollution. Continued exposure to smoke and dust causes difficulty in breathing. The travelers also feel tired and look drained out. Thus, with the help of a car cabin air filter, the travel experience can be improved. Those suffering from dust-related allergies can find solace too.
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2023.06.06 07:52 CCJ22 Which year models do I avoid if I want the Kia connect aka UVO to function here in USA?

I read some say 2017 and newer year models have the 4G antenna to work with UVO Kia connect but I've read other people say 2018 and newer have the 4G antenna.
Does anyone know concretely? Ideally it would be great to take a 2015 or 2016 soul EV and retrofit the proper 4G antenna that way I could purchase a lesser expensive soul EV and then spend some time and money on retrofitting the 4G antenna.
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2023.06.06 07:50 throwawayforariel Review of The Little Mermaid, Society, and Culture (part 2)

Most importantly: the casting of Ariel obviously is the biggest problem with the production. And everybody can plainly see that, but not anybody is allowed to just say it, because of absurd and oppressive accusations and arguments, for example -
"Mermaids are mythological, they don't have a race, who cares if she is black now, you racists."
Spongebob Squarepants is not even half-human, yet if they suddenly painted him blue, everybody would obviously dissociate. Not because folks are prejudiced against blue, but because Spongebob would look like a freaking alien to us. Would you appreciate a brown or pink or white Winnie the Pooh more than the original? And does that make you a racist? Thank you.
We're very, very obviously not talking about "mermaid representation" and "being historically accurate," you morons, we're talking specifically about Ariel, a specifically established character in a specifically established story stamped in time as a classic. It's not race, it's basic association: red hair, floppy bangs, blue eyes, fair skin, green tail, period.
The only person talking about race is you, the person calling folks racist.
"Representation for blacks matters, stop being salty."
But you just yelled about how 'mermaids were mythological and that the element of race was not only irrelevant but an entirely stupid thing to associate with the character'...? So what is this angle supposed to be if not hypocritical? If her race does in fact matter, mythological or not, because representation does in fact matter, then that would mean it absolutely does in fact matter that you changed her race to begin with.
"Halle IS Ariel, she was born to play this role."
The number one and only prerequisite to meet while emulating a freaking cartoon character is the appearance. And everybody knows it, stop trying to triggegaslight innocent, unsuspecting audiences everywhere. Everything else is performance, wardrobe, direction, script, etc. Like what if I told you "Denzel Washington was born to play Johnny Bravo because he can do the voice well-ish enough"...? Would you be able to take me seriously? No? How about if I accused you of a hate crime?
"Nobody complained about Jasmine or Belle looking different!"
Are you stupid...? For one, they didn't look all that different.
a. Jasmine matched more or less the same as her cartoon counterpart, in appearance and in energy, only she was prettier and like barely one shade lighter; what's more, that was a fantastic singer and actress: and even so, YESSS, everybody complained, there was a collective Wilhelm fucking scream/race war until all of the idiots simmered the fuck down upon the revelation that the cartoon wasn't specifically Indian or Arabic or anything but a fictitious hodgepodge of both-ish loll and that the actress looked the part enough-ish, which didn't actually matter, because she wasn't even the star, Aladdin was, and they fucking NAILED him in recreation, NAILED him, and wasn't that so satisfying to witness as a viewer...? hm...?
b. Belle matched more or less the same as her cartoon counterpart- ONLY in skin and hair color and general cuteness or softness of face; she was a hideous dumpster fire compared to the cartoon, in appearance and in energy, and she was a horrific actress and singer; and yes, people complained like crazy... and no matter how hard they did and always will, it will actually still never be enough. She sucked for that role as much as this new girl does for Ariel.
But yeah: none of these bitches looked much different from their cartoon versions. What they did to Ariel is like... if you made the cookie monster pink and instead of cookies, he was into cupcakes.
"The bad reviews are coming from one source: racists."
No, you're the racist for saying so though. And a manipulative fucking asshole.
"You all . . ."
"You all" nothing, because I am not white, I am not a blue-eyed Danish redhead, many of us having this fit are not and have zero cultural or physical identification to Ariel. I am not defending myself and/or my people through Ariel, you're the only one doing that here, that is exactly why it is so impossible to get through to you with objective ass points lol. I am not racist against you and/or your people using Ariel as the tool to unleash my hidden racism demons, get it the fuck together you asshole, wtf. This is "personal" to me, only insofar as it toys with my childhood memories and it reminds me of my disdain for disney, the media, politics, and the way the idiot masses are so easily pit against each other through their transparent, haphazard, lazy brands of manipulation and insulting pseudo-representation. "You all" nothing when I'm trying to say "We all," wtf is the problem. These remakes mortify all of humanity, just let me say it. It's "BLM' all over again, when one time I accidentally said "ALM" because I wasn't up to speed yet and didn't know it was a patented hate crime, and I was nearly trampled to death for it. yet my neighbor who posted a black box on instagram was being paraded on society's shoulders as the second coming of MLK jr. like What the fuck kind of role am I supposed to play, can I just be myself and have people just figure I'm not a freaking psychopath or not? Can I just make honest observations without people assuming my stance has shit to do with my own race, gender, or anything personal? This shit is sick people. If you think it is wrong to change the race of established characters in reanimation, then that should apply to all races, all ways, otherwise, you are kinda racist, and/or if you think media representation is insanely important, then you should be fixated on creating original representation, at the very least, not using another culture's or thanking and defending the company that is actually using you for their representation. And if you think I am racist for fucking saying this, you have mental problems. That's it.


And then of course this girl is an abusive fucking bitch.
For example-
Halle and Disney:
"black mermaaaid! extry, extry! come get your black mermaid!! that's right, look at my skin color, you racists, look at all of these freaking racists and their backlash! all they see is color-> i'm BLACK! so let's talk about how important ariel's dreadlocks are to MY story in 15 interviews, and let's also talk about black girls who can now look up to me because i'm black! but it's not about race you guys! but like remember to go back to seeing in color again in time for when The Color Purple hits theaters too because i actually am being black in that one so don't mix them up okay? anyway: BLACK!"
Innocuous Interviewer Along the Way:
"so, black mermaid, you say?! how beautiful! cool! gorgeous voice! ariel incarnate! shining star, world peace, god bless you!"
Halle and Disney:
"WhaT?! how dare you see my skin color and say my skin color? cancel all racists! who told you i'm black!? who told you to notice and care?! i'm so oppressed you guys, look what i ~\endure*~ see this is exactly what i've been talking about during marketing since 2020 :( i'm black :( stop saying it though :( only me say it +* you see it, but no reminding me :( so racist :( okay anyway, as i was saying, mermaid dreadlocks are really important for my people, this is our roots, and i wish white people would stop complaining that my hair looks and acts different from that white girl's in their own culture's dumb culture-less original. mermaids are not real and neither is white culture, okay, everybody knows that, there's no such thing. they're being racist."

It's like, bitch:
- The Little Mermaid is fucking Nordic- Denmark, you asshole. Hence her physical features in the cartoon. Just because the entire plot isn't centered on her hardships as specifically a Danish chick it doesn't mean her culture is irrelevant, you know some people in the world are able to represent their culture through their art without making their own culture the fucking centerpiece of the art: you're supposed to take notes, not fucking steal their shit.
The greatest deviation from that in the cartoon is more or less that Eric's seaside looks more Mediterranean, which is fine because we were still being generally whitey-European- and we had a Jamaican crab for fucking flair. We weren't running off to the Caribbeans (?) of some Victorian 18th century (?) where a black female ruler somehow existed (?) in some insanely prosperous, productive Utopian royal-yet-peasanty bubble island (?) and adopted some *actually* danish-esque shipwrecked bastard who floated there on a raft (?) for the first of many times in his life now apparently made purely of milestones marked by what ship wrecked him at what age (?) and is now to be white king of this highly exclusively black village-empire-colony-dynasty (?) only if he can get past this millennial helicopter parent of a matriarch-monarch because that's her only order of business in all the land (?).
Like, you do understand how much this is not even *your* or anybody's representation, right...? You stole from a realer narrative to pedal your flimsier faker one while shouting at "white people" that "mermaids are mythological so nothing about anything matters except getting blacks on TV"...?
- And also hence her fucking name, Ariel a spirit of the air, or of the North/Nord; and hence the fucking meaning of the name a light or a lion of god, as in her light skin and/or her fiery red hair. NO, "lion king" and/or an untamed orange mane is not the fucking association, and even if it were, you already played in The Lion King! Remember?! You and Beyonce fucked that one up like five minutes ago! Give it a fucking rest get the fuck out of here you parasitic supremacist.
- And also: that poor interviewer was just graciously providing you a strong podium to continue speaking on your experiences of "racist backlash" if you wanted to, when you ran off to the headlines to speak on your experiences of "his racist backlash," when you obviously could have just simply done that on the show, in that safe space he literally just provided you for that literal reason as your ally not your abuser, clearly bitch. do you understand...? how demented ... ?

Fucking nobody even cared about your race in the first place,
the masses mostly cared about the basic associative image of the basic ass drawing done thirty years ago and has thus obviously just naturally cemented itself as an intensely nostalgic icon.
You brought race into this, so then FINE:
EVEN on the level of your racially charged and biased freaking playing field:
you're still the only one in this equation who is a flagrant fucking racist, because YES actually, this icon most definitely is already rooted in a specific culture's set of creations and unique representation,
and we didn't even see it that way or think of it like that,
until you fucking forced us down here to witness your ridiculous, hypocritical claims!
You forced a whole category of demographics to go up in arms to have to defend themselves as well as a whole established culture there when you literally:
a. claimed racial ownership of their classic,
b. insisted "white people have no culture,"
c. insisted the "color of the mermaid didn't matter,"
d. insisted the "color of the mermaid being black though did matter,"
e. labeled folks who saw this paradox "racist" without a second thought,
f. and then psychologically/verbally attacked/alienated everyone based on your:
i. inflamed entitlement,
ii. shameless ignorance,
iii. false empowerment,
iv. capacity to be so easily manipulated by disney,
v. and blind racism. like against everybody.
Literally, from start to end of this weird conquest of yours.

Leave fucking classics alone!
If you switch them up just to float your own culture's propaganda,
I am going to make fun of you and your culture, lol,
And I am going to enjoy it, and I am not even a racist,
And doing so wouldn't make me a racist.
As I said, it would make you the racist.
Because wtf are you doing repainting narratives and characters.

Don't dangle irrelevant shit in people's faces,
Otherwise people are going to mock your irrelevance.
That's it.
Your culture's not stupid,
But you look stupid right now here in this doing this shit.
And yes, it's funny and it's fun to laugh.
What else is there to even do?
You replaced all the actual entertainment value with this shit lol.
THIS is the entertainment I've extracted from it thus,
This, writing this, hating you, is fucking fun,
More fun than digesting your product, whose fault is that?
Be grateful I'm still this engaged and part of it.
This is still a great contribution to your stupid agenda thing.
You're welcome, as usual.
But it's not more fun than just enjoying things labeled as
"Your personal favorite childhood memories,"
in this case to me, "The Little Mermaid,"
so fucking quit it.
This was me coping, and good on me for making a tragedy fun,
But let's not exploit this valve that is my soul lol.

Now please go ahead and collect your freaking ethnicities, all of you, every last fucking culture out here, and leave the plot of all of our already established films alone.
(yeah Aladdin Remake, i'm also talking to you, and you hang back after class, because i have another lecture for you specifically)

Create new films for representation if that's what you want!
Don't infiltrate the homes of unsuspecting families just trying to eat popcorn and fart and laugh at their old favorite hits together.

THIS was the first era in my life where I was unable to post a FILM review onto Google Reviews, Rotten Tomatoes, and Reddit for a film. That's all I've been doing for like a decade lol, all of a sudden: CENSORED. And this was the first era in my life where I MADE DAMN SURE not to use curse words or ANY kind of term or even fucking tone that might be anything darker than neutral. I mean... all of this pent up frustration now, and guess who I am going to take it out on? The face of this entire debacle: that black girl and that white film director.
THIS was a serious moment where multiple credited sites like imdb and rotten tomatoes "updated" their "rating formats" and openly filtered/cherry-picked top reviews repeatedly like fighting against currents despite how aware the people have been of it. That is so fucking unsettling.
And they are doing this claiming it's because "all these black-hating racists keep review-bombing"
WHILE the number one movie on our planet right now is about a black spider-man lmao, yes, a literally equally black-washed white fictitious character-- during the same era where the WHITE spiderman has a black MJ, to boot.
See? Nobody cares. If anything, everybody's in love.
And this black mermaid movie is actually number two, at least in america, so great, wonderful, people sincerely gave fucks enough like all this to go watch it! Plus, this singer, along with actress Zendaya for example, are like reigning supreme over their entire generation as we all applaud genuinely and throw roses, so like just mother fucking shut the fuck up already. what white movies are even out!? Fast and Furious part 600 is all people of color and that was number one for like a month before all this, what racism? where racism? how, when, who, what the fuck. Nobody is review-bombing a fucking thing, this remake just happens to suck really hard, the girl happens to be a horrible actress and a very evidently, observably miscast dullard, especially because that one singular image of that one cartoon character was not to be tampered with, plus too many people are insulted by the whole pandering thing.
The End.

So my review of this freaking sham is therefore:
I believe this moment in history will be taught in history classes to display an era where an entire culture was racist without even knowing it, whilst accusing itself of being racist in a whole other way for a whole other reason allegedly concerning the miscasting of a mermaid cartoon, almost as if consciously to distract itself from understanding how inherently racist it itself just fucking was; during this chaos of utter confusion, obviously puppeteered by the media, the media took further advantage by pitting these idiots all against each other to make money for their new cartoon film and/or continue laundering blood money as they do through the clogged vessel that is Hollywood, as well as you know, harvest the globe of their hateful, confused, stressed-for-no-fucking-reason energy, vampires that they are, ensuring humanity at large is just replaying the same thirty-odd years on loop on loop over and over unto infinity in a downward spiral toward hell for these demons to continue leeching off us until, I don't know, God decides to do shit about it and set us all free.
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2023.06.06 06:25 BanthaLife Rat Centrifuge

Rat Centrifuge
Gotta love the smell of decay after a day in the hot sun. Some rodents tunneled through my cabin air filter and apparently couldn't get back out the same way. The ventilation fan turned into a carnival ride from rat hell.
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2023.06.06 04:21 OpheliusJones Got my new baby about a month ago, 04’ 330i ZHP. Was debating sharing a picture pre-detail but here’s the before and soon will be the after.

Got my new baby about a month ago, 04’ 330i ZHP. Was debating sharing a picture pre-detail but here’s the before and soon will be the after.
Recently picked up an ‘04 330i ZHP 6-speed manual with 105k miles and I’ve been loving every second behind the wheel. So far I’ve replaced: -air filter and cabin filter -all 4 o2 sensors -fuel filter -MAF -2 oil changes with OEM oil -coolant flush and thermostat, Stuart high performance WP on the way -a bunch of tasteful mods on the way, can list if anyone is interested
Hope y’all enjoy the pic and you’ll be seeing much more soon.
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2023.06.06 03:28 Cloddish My Classic Rock Story

    This story began with my discovery of the greatest era of music of all time, the classic rock era. The very first “classic rock” music that I remember hearing was The Beach Boys. I came from a somewhat culturally stifled exposure to the “secular” music of mankind, growing up. So, upon hearing The Beach Boys for the first time, I simply could not fathom the pure, raw, jubilant and harmonic energy I was hearing. I believe it was in 1998 or right around the time that I was in 6th grade, and I was up at my grandparents’ cabin in Siren, Wisconsin. I remember our next-door neighbor at the cabin had a cute girl named Jenny that my cousin Josh and I were both chasing after. I think my cousin was more interested in the girl, while I was keen on getting another chance at listening to The Beach Boys on her CD player. At any rate, I remember being instantly fascinated with the sport of surfing and I wanted to know more about it. I remember downloading or looking up a video of the 1966 “The Endless Summer” documentary directly because of having listened to The Beach Boys. It was a revolutionary moment in my cultural expansion as a young boy and that was a very memorable summer for me.       As time wore on to the early 2000’s era when music downloading was only in its infancy, I once upon a time downloaded a Deep Purple song: "Hush" because I had heard about Deep Purple whisperings from my dad. I liked this “Hush” song so much I played it for my dad, asking him if he had heard of this song before as I knew it was from his era and this might trigger an interesting response or memory from him. My Father responded affirmatively. My Dad then proceeded to tell me a story, it was a story about himself; about a Deep Purple concert he had attended when he was younger. He didn't give me too many details and I’m not sure what age he was, or I can't remember all of the details, but he told me about how, somehow; during this concert-which must have been at the Met-he had ended up at the front of the speaker stacks at Deep Purple’s front stage. He told me that he continued to spend the entire show plugging his ears as hard as he could, he said it was the most awful concert he had ever been to in his life. I’m not sure if he couldn’t get away from the speakers or why he allowed himself to be subjugated to such an incessant onslaught of auditory pain, but that’s just what transpired, I guess. He told me that afterward, he was in pain and that his ears were ringing for weeks, and he told me he believed his hearing was noticeably impaired in the months and years that followed.       So naturally, having heard my dad tell this story I was instantly even more fascinated with this powerful band called: Deep Purple. And, if you didn't know or weren't aware, Deep Purple is or was considered at one point: "The Loudest Band in the World", or something to that effect. Of course, I didn't know that at the time and my dad; I’m guessing, also did not know that at the time he attended the Deep Purple concert. So, upon hearing that story as a young man-I think I might have been in junior high school at the time-again, I was intrigued with this mysterious band: Deep Purple, that had ruined my dad’s hearing at one point in his life. Unfortunately, I didn't get too many other details about that show from him at that time, as I could tell he wasn't really too fond of the experience or memory altogether and maybe he was also little embarrassed that I was so interested and fascinated having heard about it. It is really a hilarious memory.  
    Anyway, this story my father had told me really fascinated me as a young man and I knew that- whatever I did; I must remember the name of the band Deep Purple.  
    Music was somewhat difficult to acquire at this time in my young life, unless I wanted to drop $15 for a new CD at Best Buy or perchance find it discounted at Half-Priced Books, Cheapo or the like. This was far too expensive a price to pay simply to explore the music that was out there, now yes, I did have KQRS, but the scope of KQRS, like many modern classic rock radio stations; the playlists are always limited to the five-hundred or so blue-chip hits. So, what I discovered was that used records could be acquired for much cheaper, in fact only $.99 at Goodwill, but Goodwill had limited options. Also, another problem I ran into during this time was that I didn't have a vast mental capacity quite yet built up for what the “good” classic rock era albums were. Bands or artists’ knowledge hadn’t yet really accumulated in up in my head at least not enough for quick album art recall, so it was difficult to know what was good at the time. The particular Goodwill that I frequented the most as a young man was located in Hopkins, MN and it was somewhat dingy, but I loved it. One day I discovered a very used, worn-out white ring around the sleeve of a golden “Deep Purple: Live in Japan” record, which was recorded over three nights in the late summer of 1972. I remember during those days when my classic rock album knowledge wasn’t so good, but I had a crude system of helping me “guess-timate” on what might be a good album. I would tell myself that the closer an album was in year to the late 60’s and early 70’s the better chance it was good. Because I knew, classic rock sort of lost its way and got bombastic in the 1980’s, for better or for worse. At least, this was the rock n’ roll historical narrative I had created in my head at the time. So I checked the date of the Deep Purple album: 1972, not bad. So, I bought that record because this was my chance to experience Deep Purple for myself for the first time.  
    I remember biking home with the record in a plastic bag over the handlebars of my bike and it kept bumping into the bike as I rode home getting even more scuffed up. When I got home, I put the record on my parents Onkyo (ironically also Japanese) turntable and a Genesis sound system, this was a pretty decent sound system. I remember, when I got home, I was all alone in the house, so I really had the opportunity to crank up the volume to air this album out a bit. And when I listened to that album, my life and conception of rock and roll; whatever I thought that was, flipped on its head and changed me, fundamentally as a person. Granted, I had listened to some of Led Zeppelin’s material to be sure, but I had never ever heard a band rock out so fucking hard like this in my life. It was a truly amazing experience. I highly recommend that album to everyone.  
    But what you have to appreciate is that during this time it was somewhat difficult for me to know which albums were "good" and to be sought after. I just happened to hit this one time on the motherlode with this live Deep Purple album. The knowledge was out there, yet difficult to attain for a young, sheltered midwestern Christian boy. So, I spent a lot of my time seeking out records at Goodwill after this experience, where no one could filter the music, I was listening to and naturally I developed a very steeled, rebellious, pretentious and opinionated stance on my right as a human to listen to whatever the heck I wanted to around this time as well. Plus, Goodwill had the added bonus of consistently being populated with lots of interesting people to watch, not to mention lots of fun clothes to try on and just mess around and have fun. I remember one day at Goodwill, I saw these two very particular middle-aged gentlemen, guys I would call “greaseballs”; seedy types who waited at the doors from the warehouse sorting areas, in order to get their greedy hands immediately upon the incoming records from the back sorting warehouse. They took immediate authority over sifting through the records, and it was clear to me that I was going to have to wait to get sloppy seconds after these record campers. I asked myself a question:  
“Who were these music gate-keeping fucks?”  
    Of course, I didn't know how to feel at the time, and I was just sort of annoyed and confused as a young guy. I wanted a chance at checking out the records, but these two guys clearly had the goods staked out for first dibs. At any rate, I watched over their shoulders and made note of the ones that they picked from their fast-paced sorting, trying to remember the album artwork. While they were thumbing through, I even recognized the man carrying sticks on the cover of Led Zeppelin IV and reached out for it in desperation, but one of them instantly blurted out, something to the effect of:  
“Nuh, uh uh.”  
    Or something to that effect and gobbled it up into their stack of collections…It was from that point on I realized how cutthroat this mystic, esoteric knowledge accumulation about music and attaining music was, and I think it made my purpose ever more steeled and resolved from that point forward.  
    I had only begun to scratch the surface of my quest for discovering the depths of the greatest music of all time, classic rock. This quest had another nuance I will now attempt to explain. You see, classic rock is profane music of the secular world. Therefore, it was forbidden to me as a young man, or sometimes it was begrudgingly tolerated. So naturally, this created within me a burning need to rebel. I had to listen to classic rock if it meant shaking the fucking heavens and the earth. For some reason I really felt it necessary to rebel and to rebel hard. And somehow, coupling that with a saga to discover forbidden music, it had now become in the mind of this young man, a somewhat spiritual prerogative to fulfill this discovery quest, some way, somehow.  
    Why am I writing all of this? I guess I was bored during the pandemic and put a lot of thought and energy into thinking about this while at work. Music has always been a companion to me during the toughest times in my life, conversely music has also consistently been a celebration of exuberance and happiness during the good times. The music that existed during the mid-1960’s though the late 1980’s; otherwise known as the classic rock era, has always held a special place in my heart. However, I never could find a playlist that truly encapsulates or effectively represents all of the great music from this era. Most of the classic rock playlists out there were somehow for some reason exclusionary of certain groups, genres and styles for one reason or another. I have spent over a decade working with programs like Pandora and iHeartRadio doing research attempting to compile a comprehensive, inclusive and fully representative playlist, that faithfully showcases the music from the classic rock era. I used Pandora at first because I was lazy. I attempted to use Pandora’s algorithm to build this playlist for me, I spent years attempting to get the algorithm to do what I want, but it never could never be a truly random shuffle among other drawbacks.  
    Fast forward to Summer of 2020, I had finally had enough with Pandora and with the pandemic in full swing, I decided that I had to build this playlist by hand if I wanted to do it right. That meant taking on the herculean task of digging into every single notable band, group, singer-songwriter, “super-group”, ensemble and the like that existed during the years circa 1964-1989. Why those years? Chosen rather quickly and arbitrarily. Also, this task consisted of the inclusion factor, that meant digging expressly deeper into the deepest, darkest lairs of obscurity and obtusity that this musical era had to offer. The pandemic was this playlist’s ultimate inspiration, music was going to get me through this pandemic like it had all the other tough times in my life and I was resolved to utilize my classic rock knowledge over the years to build the best playlist I could. But what does the “Best” mean? To me, it meant a playlist that was as fully representative of this era in music as possible, without superfluous and capricious exclusion of artists, no matter how difficult or esoteric the listening experience may be. This was my formula. Therefore, the term “Rock” is used loosely when defining this playlist; this music certainly “rocks” but not all of it is strictly “Rock ‘N Roll”, however all of it was certainly influenced and indeed inspired by the burgeoning “rock” movement of the 50’s and 60’s. I hope that makes some sense. Also, I was sick of the corporate KQRS DJs of the Twin Cities, who play the same recycled 500 or so hits over and over with no room for pushing those boundaries, as was the original intention of the music to begin with.  
    At any rate, I decided I would use Spotify as the custodian for this playlist, simply because their catalog is the vastest compared to most music platforms, it is free to download and their prices are reasonable for subscriptions. I realize Spotify does have some scummy business practices for paying artists royalties and it’s a shame not to have Joni Mitchell and Neil Young among others on here, but it is what it is, and I had to make this playlist somehow. Just the same, I worked on this playlist almost every single day through the pandemic, researching hundreds of bands while I did it; all from that pristine era of music that had captivated me early on. In years past, I have put tremendous amounts of mental energy into reading up on band biographies and discographies before, but during the pandemic I researched music from that era more exhaustively than I ever have before. I really went at it with everything I had, even purchasing “The Rolling Stone Encyclopedia of Rock & Roll” to assist me referencing bands not covered much online. I guess this is what my history major B.A. degree brain remnant does for me these days. I’m going to be honest with you, this is not your dad’s or your mom’s classic rock playlist. It took me the entire first year of the pandemic to fill the playlist to Spotify’s 10,000 song threshold, but the playlist was still just a rough blueprint at that point. I spent the following two years honing, polishing, adding and removing songs in order to continue to attempt to make this playlist as representative of the era as possible, with a heavy leaning on “rock”.  
    So, with the pandemic finally coming to a close recently, I am finally beginning to feel confident that this playlist is finally finished after three long years of amazingly illuminating research and lots and lots of listening.  
    Without further elaboration or story time, here it is after three long years of hard work; 10,000 meticulously curated and extensively researched with zero dead or duplicate tracks as Spotify frequently adds and removes music. Consisting of, but not limited to the following genres: Folk, Country, Progressive, Early Metal, NWOBHM (New Wave of British Heavy Metal), Space Rock, Fusion, British Invasion, New Wave, Punk, Pub, Blues, Psychedelic, Garage, Reggae (just Bob Marley), International, Krautrock, Funk, Soul, Disco, Art-Rock, Experimental, R&B and AOR (Album Oriented Rock) from circa 1964-1989 (dates chosen arbitrarily). This playlist is inclusive of race, gender and nationality. Be aware, this playlist is intended to expand your horizons and challenge your listening experience. Admittedly, this era did generate A LOT of challenging music that pushed the boundaries of numerous musical conventions, that was the point. I recommend putting this playlist on shuffle and just listening, thank you for your time reading all of this, I hope you enjoy listening as much as I have. Below is the link for the playlist, I hope you all will enjoy it:
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2023.06.06 03:19 DONT_PM_MEH_PLEES Superluminal

I posted this years ago and hated it so I deleted it.. I have since revised it several times and now I think it's ready. I finally have time to continue writing so please let me know what you think, especially if you don't like it and what you didn't like about it
Boab'shek sighed as he opened his eyes, taking a moment to wake before he swam lazily out of his resting tunnel. Not particularly excited for another grueling [day] slogging through anomaly reports, he slowly closed his eyes and steeled himself as he had done every morning for the last [13 years]. He had 35 mouths to feed, and the bills weren’t going to pay themselves. After a quick breakfast at the grub farm, and feeling much better for it, he began swimming towards the work module.
The station, of which he was the sole occupant, hung motionless in empty space. Positioned near the top of the Galactic disc, it had a direct line of sight to each of the many observation outposts which it serviced. Tight-beam receivers dotted the "bottom" of the gangly-looking station, pointed in seemingly random directions forming a tangled mess of structural supports and antennae, though they were all precisely oriented to receive the incoming data streams.
Some of the more densely populated sectors of the Galaxy had entangled communicators at each of the observation outposts, providing near real-time updates of the goings-on to the Trade Coalition, but so many communicators were obscenely expensive to operate. Out here, near the rim of the Galaxy, there was simply not enough revenue from hyperspace tolls to support real-time obstacle charting. On the other hand, there were not enough hyperspace travelers to necessitate it either. Infrastructure was upgraded as needed, and tolls were adjusted to cover the cost.
And so it was Boab'shek's job to monitor the findings of the outposts as they were beamed to his station, albeit after a substantial light-speed delay, and report to the Coalition anything worth reporting through his station's entangled communicator. A soul-crushingly boring job, as far as he was concerned, but well-paid and not too physically demanding; which he appreciated. He swam his way through the long corridor into the work module, nesting comfortably into the saddle and engaging his dexterous prehensile whiskers with the computer controls. The two screens lit up simultaneously, one for either eye, and he began scrolling through the anomaly reports that had come in while he was asleep.
An odd glint was reported from outpost HX-253. The optical feed showed an empty patch of space flash once, nothing spectacular but unexpected nonetheless. He instructed the computer to calculate and overlay the position of other observation outposts over the video. Unsurprisingly, it showed a different outpost located right where the flashing originated from. A reflection from the waste-heat radiator panels, he surmised. He added a rule to the filter to ignore anomalies originating from outpost locations. No need to waste time on one of these anomalies in the future, should it occur again.
Outpost HT-628 reported a celestial collision. A rare occurrence in his sector, he excitedly pulled up the video feed and observed as a neutron star orbited a dark swallower closer and closer, spiraling inwards as its energy was sapped out of the system by ever-increasing gravitational disturbance. It circled faster and faster as it approached and finally was pulled apart, becoming a bright streak and then a ring around the swallower, shining brightly as it was accreted. The sinusoidal readout from the interferometer of the outpost showed the gravitational waves increase exponentially in intensity and then drop off as if nothing had happened. More and more of the star was pulled in and suddenly the system went dark again, as the last of the star was unceremoniously slurped up by the swallower. Beautiful, he thought. Such a privilege it was to observe the natural cycle of the universe. He lived for these moments.
He approved the automatic suggested update to the star charts and scrolled onto the next report. HU-808 reported an unknown disturbance. An unusual gravimetric reading as well as unidentified fast-moving object. Boab’shek stared at the report listing. An odd designation, he couldn’t recall if he had ever seen this class of anomaly in all his [years] working for the Coalition. He pulled up the video feed and gravity readings, flaring his fins in surprise at the length of the video report; the reflexive motion causing him to lurch backwards. The duration of the video was just over [1.7 years]. Why had the outpost taken so long to report such a disturbance?
He started at the beginning and watched as the time-compressed video showed a light appearing from nowhere, approximately [8.3 light-minutes] from a single ordinary, stable star. With his other eye he looked at the star map of the area. The light was hundreds of light years from the nearest hyperspace waypoint. Nobody would be crazy enough to travel that far from a waypoint, he thought, being forced to travel at a ridiculously unsafe speed while in cold-sleep, quite possibly exceeding the safe duration for hibernation even then.
It must be natural in origin, then, though he had never heard of such an object. Puzzled, he watched as the light gradually increased in intensity and started moving, traveling in a straight line towards a nearby trinary star system at an ever-increasing rate of speed. The light, becoming ever-brighter, shone a brilliant white as its velocity continued to increase. His jaws hung open in disbelief as a bright cone appeared to the sides and around the light, resembling a bow shock wave like the ones that trailed behind the high speed transports that sailed above the oceans on his home planet. He checked the spectrometer, unbelieving as the range displayed full-spectrum emission with increasing UV, X-ray, even gamma emissions!
The conical bow-shock became more and more acute in angle as the light shone brighter and gained momentum. It closed the distance between the star systems impossibly quickly, and when it had almost reached the nearest red dwarf in the trinary system almost all at once it slowed as the luminosity peaked and it appeared to explode. A beam of plasma erupted from the source of the light, apparently traveling near light speed, and expanded as it left the source where it had stopped, a short distance from the red dwarf. The gravimetric reading reported an error. He managed to peel his eye away from the video feed and defecated in shock as he observed the chart. It was flat and steady as it should be, up until it immediately spiked straight up and off the chart.
Glad for the filtration intake below his saddle, Boab'shek observed as the reading abruptly ended reporting calibration error, and possible damage to the interferometer. The outpost had apparently not thought much of the disturbance up until the gravimetric reading was observed, at which point it had flagged the anomaly for reporting. Never had he heard of anything like this. He contemplated for a moment on what this object could possibly be, until he had a sudden idea. Frantically mashing the controls with his whiskers, he instructed the computer to calculate the distance the light had traveled. The computer overlaid the measured distance on the video feed. Approximately [4.25 light years]. Whiskers shaking, he looked again at the length of the recording. [1.7 years]. Whatever in the deep depths this thing was, it had traveled through real space at over twice the speed of light. Impossible, he thought.
Surely another outpost would refute these readings. He instructed the computer to show the live feed from HU-807, an outpost which was more distant to the anomaly. It would receive readings from the same anomaly, but with a calculated [8 month] delay compared to HU-808. On screen, there was the light shining proudly, already traveling faster than lightspeed. Boab'shek, still in denial, examined the spectrograph readings from this outpost more closely. It was then that he noticed the emission lines in the light signature. It showed prominent signatures for hydrogen, helium, beryllium, and oxygen. Undeniably the signature of an unshielded fusion reactor.
Frantically, he began writing an incident report. Under the subject field, he selected UNIDENTIFIABLE TECHNOSIGNATURE. This was going straight to the top.
Excitement hung in the air aboard the UNES Hermes. After many years of preparation, the time for departure had finally arrived. In a matter of minutes, the colossal ship would engage its prototype ICEFIRE engine and leave its comfortable rectilinear halo orbit of the moon, where it had circled since the keel was laid so many years ago. The ship consisted of a massive cylindrical habitation drum, over a kilometer in diameter and five kilometers long, with an equally large spherical water tank forward tipped with the powerful thermal laser shield, and the behemoth of a drive cone bringing up the rear. The drum spun slowly, providing comfortable spin gravity to the civilian colonists, most of whom were sporting massive hangovers from the completion celebration the night before. Many of the passengers had been involved in the engineering, assembly, and calibration of various parts and components of the ship. Some had celebrated a job completed, others out of excitement, and some feared that it would be their last night. No expense had been spared in building or testing during the ships’ construction, and all assurances had been made that everything would go well, but nobody could deny that this ship was experimental.
The crew of the Hermes had long since gotten all of the festivious urges out of their systems, opting to celebrate the completion of the preparations before the colonists had arrived. Every system had been checked, double checked, and triple checked. Mission Commander Huxton stood in the center of the bridge and observed the buzzing commotion of the crew surrounding him, eyes fixed on their station monitors while calling out checkpoints into their headsets and to the surrounding operators.
One by one the operators fell silent as they completed their checklists and lifted their eyes to Commander Huxton, awaiting further orders. As the last operator reported "All systems go" into his headset, silence fell upon the bridge. Rehearsals had been performed. Speeches had been given. Goodbye messages had been sent. Diagnostics and checklists had been run through. Living wills written. It was finally time. Huxton stood silently for a moment, slowly scanning his eyes around the room. His face beamed with pride at the exceptional performance of his crew, tinged only by the apprehension for the coming danger.
Huxton broke the silence. "Comms! Open a channel to STC, mirror to the PA" he barked. A soft chime indicated that the microphones were listening. "Space Traffic Control, this is UNES Hermes. Requesting clearance for departure." His voice boomed throughout the ship, where every colonist and crew member was listening intently. Seconds later, his voice was heard by the crew of the STC, where silence reigned as every soul was glued to their monitors. A few moments later, their response was heard throughout the Hermes. A tinny voice crackled through the PA system, "UNES Hermes, this is Space Traffic Control. You are cleared for departure. Go bravely. Godspeed."
Huxton closed his eyes for a brief moment, savoring what could be his last breath. He opened his eyes. "Engineering, light it up!”
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2023.06.06 02:26 bie716 Singapore experts of r/bangtan! What advice and recommendations do you have for ARMY visiting Singapore for the SUGA Agust D Concert? (16 - 18 June 2023)

In just under two weeks, ARMYs will descend upon Singapore to see SUGA! Help an ARMY out and let them know about safety, how to get around, where to eat, tourist attractions, BTS-related things to do, or anything else that you think someone should know when they visit! (Special thanks to the mods for your input and feedback for this guide!)

BTS' Past Visits

Red Bullet Tour (2014 BTS Live Trilogy Episode II) at the The Star Performing Arts Centre (13 Dec 2014)
Music Bank performance (4 Aug 2017) at the Suntec Convention Centre
Love Yourself World Tour (19 Jan 2019) at the National Stadium
This made history as the first time a K-pop group held a concert at the venue (largest concert venue in the country) and tickets sold out in about 3.5 hours! (45,000 audience)

Concert Venue

Do note that it’s currently the June school holidays too (26 May-26 Jun), so the Sports Hub and surrounding areas may be crowded with many other visitors besides the concert-goers. Please be mindful!


Non-exhaustive list (all prices are in SGD)
(Note: You may want to check out Klook for discount tickets/passes)


Singapore is a food paradise with various cuisines from the local ethnic groups, as well as international ones. For Muslims, there are a lot of Muslim-owned or Halal-certified options around (look for this certificate, or the label “Muslim-owned”), including most of the fast food chains like McDonald’s/KFC/Burger King/Subway.
Carrying some cash with you (~$10 per pax) is a good idea, especially if you’re venturing out to hawker centres; while many places now have an electronic payment system in place, cash is still king in terms of versatility, and anecdotally most stores prefer cash or will charge a credit-card payment surcharge.

Where to eat?

What to eat?

Breakfast (These are generally very affordable options that should cost you below $10 per person, particularly if you go to food courts/hawker centres)
Lunch & dinner

Getting Around

Singapore has a great public transport system. It’s really easy & cheap to get around on the MRT (mass rapid transit trains) and buses. Use Google Maps or the City Mapper app to navigate yourself and get route recommendations (the latter also has transport arrival timings and fare estimates. It also works in many cities globally, so is very useful for tourists). Various transport passes are available for tourists, but you can also use your contactless credit cards (Visa and Mastercard) to pay for the fares (no registration required).
In general, using the Circle Line (yellow) or Downtown Line (blue) should get you to most tourist attractions. Orchard Road (main shopping belt) can be accessed via the North South Line (red), between Orchard and Somerset MRT stations. Map for reference, with links to versions in Chinese/Malay/Tamil available for download.
Taxis and ride-hailing cars: We have Grab and Gojek in place of Uber.
General navigation
All signs are in English, and the locals - esp the younger generation - are able to speak English fluently. If you’re really lost, feel free to approach others to ask for help! People are generally friendly and helpful despite initial appearances :)
As a side note: in general, if Google Maps is asking you to circle around a building to get somewhere - don’t. You can cut through most places on the ground floor quite easily, even the residential buildings (unless they’re private properties like condominiums/landed housing). MRT stations are connected to a good number of places via sheltered corridors if they’re nearby enough. Enjoy the aircon & shade instead of walking outside in the heat if you can.


Weathewhat to wear

The weather is especially hot these days (max temp of up to 35 degrees celsius, or 95 Fahrenheit), with possible spurts of heavy rain at certain times of day, so dress light and carry an umbrella (most places do have sheltered walkways between buildings and bus-stops/MRT stations though, so don’t worry too much about getting around in the rain). Mall air-conditioning can be cold, so hv another layer (e.g. cardigan/wrap/scarf) on hand. Remember to hydrate frequently & avoid staying outdoors for too long!


We’ve tried to achieve a balance between being succinct and informative, but certainly the above info is not exhaustive. So do feel free to ask in the comments below if the info you need is not here! Fellow SG ARMY, or those familiar with Singapore, feel free to chime in!
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2023.06.06 01:30 enelass Repair advices

Repair advices
Got an engine replacement + service on a KIA Sportage, the repair took two months, the battery died and had to be replaced, the tyres need replacement as well (so far so good, I’m OK with that) and we picked the car with an another issue (see attached). Dashboard lights are on and the power steering isn’t working.
The invoice mentions repair will cost about $500. My question is: since the issue wasn’t present prior to fixing this car, is it really on the cover or should it be handled and covered by the repair centre? Also is it usual for a repair centre to return a car with underlying issues?
It’s quite frankly annoying as the car is difficult to manoeuvre and we returned a long term rental (min rental term is 6 weeks) on the day we picked up our car from the repair centre. We have only one car which is much needed for kids pick up and else. So I’m feeling trapped.
Does that situation sounds fairly normal ? Or is it a fuck up? Thank you
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2023.06.06 01:16 Col_Nustabut 20K service cost for 2019 Rav4

What did you pay for your 20K service and what was included? I contacted two different local dealerships and got two completely different answers. I have serious trust issues when it comes to these guys and what’s real. Thx in advance:)
The first one said the cost would start at $90 for the oil change and another $25 for the tire rotation, but wouldn’t commit to any other charges bc of those will come from the service tech.
Service - 20,000 Miles or 24 Months Rotate Tires Replace Engine Oil and Oil Filter Re-torque Propeller Shaft Bolt Reset Oil Replacement Reminder Tighten Nuts and Bolts on Chassis and Body Inspect Air Filter Inspect Brake Linings/Drums and Brake Pads/Discs Inspect Ball Joints and Dust Covers Inspect Drive Shaft Boots Inspect Steering Linkage and Boots Check Installation of Driver's Floor Mat Inspect and Adjust All Fluid Levels Inspect Wiper Blades
The other was a total of $854.65 and included the following:
• RESET Maintenance Reminder Light • ROTATE Tires, Inspect Wear and Adjust Tire Pressure • PERFORM Multi-Point Inspection and Safety Evaluation • PERFORM Battery Service (Clean Battery Cable Ends and Terminals, Install Anti-Corrosion Pads) • PERFORM 4 Wheel Alignment • CHECK Installation of Driver-Side Floor Mat • INSPECT and Set Tire Pressures to Factory Specifications • VISUALLY Inspect Brake Linings / Drums and Brake Pads • PERFORM Wheel Balance • PERFORM Annual Vehicle Health Check • PERFORM Annual Brake Service Includes Additional items: • REPLACE Engine Air Filter • REPLACE Engine Oil and Oil Filter (0w16) • REPLACE Cabin HEPA Filter
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Beauty & the Beast (1991) - GP $2
Beauty & the Beast:Enchanted Christmas - Vu $6
Beauty & the Beast:Enchanted Christmas - GP $4.50
Beauty & the Beast (2017) - MA $3
Beauty & the Beast (2017) - GP $2
BFG - Vu $3
Big Hero 6 - MA $3
Big Hero 6 - GP $2
Black Panther - MA $3.50
Black Panther - GP $2.50
Black Panther: Wakanda Forever - GP $2.50
Black Panther: Wakanda Forever - MA $4
Black Widow - MA $4.50
Black Widow - GP $3
Call of the Wild - Vu $3
Call of the Wild - MA $3
Call of the Wild - GP $2
Captain Marvel - Vu $3
Captain Marvel - GP $2
Cars 2 - GP $3
Cars 3 - MA $3
Cars 3 - GP $2
Celebrating Mickey - GP $3
Cinderella (Live) - MA $4
Cinderella (Live) - GP $3
Coco - GP $2
Cruella - MA $3
Cruella - GP $2
Doctor Strange - Vu $3
Doctor Strange - GP $2
Doctor Strange 2 - Vu $4
Doctor Strange 2 - GP $3
Dumbo (2019) - MA $4
Dumbo (2019) - GP $3
Emperor's New Groove - MA $7
Emperor's New Groove - GP $6.75
Eternals - GP $2.50
Finding Dory - MA $3.50
Finding Dory - GP $2
Fox and the Hound 2 - GP $5
Free Guy - Vu $3
Free Guy - GP $2
Frozen - MA $3
Frozen - GP $2
Frozen 2 - GP $2
Frozen Sing Along - MA $3
Frozen Sing Along - GP $2
Good Dinosaur - MA $4
Good Dinosaur - GP $3
Guardians of the Galaxy - GP $3
Guardians of the Galaxy v2 - GP $3
Guardians of the Galaxy v2 - Vu $3
Hercules - Vu $6.50
Hercules - GP $5.50
Hocus Pocus - MA $3
Hocus Pocus - GP $2
Incredibles 2 - MA $3
Incredibles 2 - GP $2
Inside Out - GP $2
Into the Woods - GP $2
Iron Man 3 - GP $2
Jungle Book (Live) (2016) - Vu $3
Jungle Book (Live) (2016) - GP $2
Jungle Cruise - MA $3
Jungle Cruise - GP $2
Kronk's New Groove - MA $6.75
Lady & the Tramp - MA $5
Lady & the Tramp - GP $4
Lightyear - Vu $3.50
Lilo & Stitch - MA $4
Lilo & Stitch - GP $3.50
Lilo & Stitch 2 - MA $4
Lion King (Animated) - MA $4.50
Lion King (Animated) - GP $3.50
Lion King (Live) - GP $2
Little Mermaid - MA $4.50
Little Mermaid - GP $3.50
Little Mermaid 2 - MA $7
Little Mermaid 2 - GP $6.75
Little Mermaid 3 - MA $7
Lone Ranger - Vu $4
Lone Ranger - GP $2
Luca - MA $3
Luca - GP $2
Maleficent - MA $3
Maleficent - GP $2
Maleficent 2 - GP $3
Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh - MA $4
Mary Poppins - MA $3
Mary Poppins - GP $2.50
Mary Poppins Returns - MA $4
Mary Poppins Returns - GP $2.50
Moana - GP $2
Monsters University - GP $4.25
Mulan (Live Action) - GP $2
Mulan II - MA $5
Mulan II - GP $4
Nightmare Before Christmas - GP $3.50
Onward - MA $3
Onward - GP $2
Oz the Great and Powerful - MA $3
Oz the Great and Powerful - GP $2
Peter Pan - MA $5
Peter Pan - GP $4
Pinocchio - GP $4
Pirate Fairy - MA $3
Pirate Fairy - GP $2
POTC: Dead Men Tell No Tales - MA $3
Planes - MA $4
Planes - GP $2
Planes: Fire & Rescue - MA $4
Planes: Fire & Rescue - GP $2
Pocahontas - MA $5
Pocahontas - GP $4
Pocahontas 2 - MA $5
Pocahontas 2 - GP $4
Ralph Breaks the Internet - Vu $3
Ralph Breaks the Internet - GP $2
Raya and the Last Dragon - MA $4
Raya and the Last Dragon - GP $3
Rescuers - GP $4
Rescuers Down Under - Vu $6
Robin Hood - MA $5
Robin Hood - GP $3
Rogue One - Vu $3
Rogue Wars: Star Wars Story - MA $3
Rogue Wars: Star Wars Story - GP $2
Ron's Gone Wrong - MA $3.00
Santa Clause - MA $4.50
Santa Clause - GP $3
Santa Clause 2 - MA $4.50
Santa Clause 2 - GP $3
Santa Clause 3 - MA $4.50
Santa Clause 3 - GP $3
Saving Mr. Banks - MA $4
Saving Mr. Banks - GP $3
Sleeping Beauty - MA $4
Sleeping Beauty - GP $3
Snow White - GP $4
Soul - MA $3
Soul - GP $2
Spies in Disguise - GP $2
Star Wars Last Jedi - GP $2
Star Wars: Force Awakens - MA $3
Star Wars: Force Awakens - GP $2
Star Wars: Last Jedi - MA $3
Star Wars: Last Jedi - GP $2
Star Wars: Rise of Skywalker - MA $4
Star Wars: Rise of Skywalker - GP $3
Star Wars: Rogue One - MA $3
Star Wars: Rogue One - GP $2
Super Buddies - MA $3
Super Buddies - GP $2
Sword in the Stone - MA $5
Tangled - MA $5
Tangled - GP $4.50
Thor: Dark World, The - MA $3
Thor: Dark World, The - GP $2
Thor: Love & Thunder - MA $4
Thor: Love & Thunder - GP $3
Thor: Ragnarok - MA $3
Thor: Ragnarok - GP $2
Tomorrowland - MA $3
Tomorrowland - GP $2
Toy Story 3 - GP $3
Toy Story 4 - GP $3
Toy Story: That Time Forgot - MA $5
Toy Story: That Time Forgot - GP $4.50
Turning Red - GP $3
West Side Story - Vu $2
West Side Story - GP $1.50
Winnie the Pooh: Springtime with Roo - MA $4.50
Zootopia - MA $4
Zootopia - GP $3


Title Price
13 Hours Secret Soldiers - Vu $2
A Madea Christmas - Vu $1.50
A Quiet Place - Vu or iT $3
Boss Baby - Vu $2
Bourne Legacy - MA or iT $0.75
Bring it on World CheerSmack - MA or iT $0.50
Croods - MA or iT $3
Deadpool - MA $1.50
Despicable Me 2 - MA $2
How The Grinch Stole Christmas - MA $3
E.T. - Vu or iT $4
Edward Scissorhands - MA $3
Emoji Movie - Vu $2
Extreme Prejudice - Vu or iT $4.50
Fast & Furious 6 - MA $2
Fast & the Furious - Vu $2
Frozen Ground - Vu $2
Furious 7 - Vu or iT $3
Fury - MA $2.50
Heavy Metal 2000 - MA $6.50
Hell or High Water - Vu $5
Hitchcock - Vu $2
House with a Clock in its Walls (2018) - MA $4
How to Train Your Dragon 2 - MA $3
Hugo - Vu $2
Hugo - iT $2
Independence Day: Resurgence - MA $2
Jack Reacher: Never Go Back - Vu or iT $2
Jarhead 3: The Siege - MA $2
Jigsaw - Vu $3
Jurassic World - Vu $3
King of Staten Island - MA $4
Kingsman: Golden Circle - MA $2
La La Land - Vu $2
Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - Vu $2
Mission Impossible Fallout - iT $2
Mummy Tomb of the Dragon - MA $3
Neighbors - iT $2
Norm of the North - Vu $2
Now You See Me - Vu $2
Power Rangers - iT $2
Resident Evil: Retribution - MA $5.50
Rogue - Vu $2
Schindler's List - Vu $4
Secret Life of Pets - MA or iT $2
Selma - Vu or iT $3
Show Dogs (2018) - MA $3
Sing - MA or iT $2
Sinister - iT $2
Snow White & the Huntsman - MA $1
Split - MA $3
Star Trek Beyond - Vu or iT $3
Star Trek: Into Darkness - Vu or iT $1
Super Troopers 2 - MA $4
Superfly - MA $3
Taken 2 - MA $3
Terminator Dark Fate - Vu or iT $2
The Bad News Bears (1976) - Vu $4
The Purge - MA $3
The Women in Black - MA $2
TMNT - Vu $1.50
TMNT Out of the Shadows - iT $2
Transformers: Age of Extinction - Vu $1.50
Trolls - MA $2
Twilight: Breaking Dawn Part 2 - Vu $1
Tyler Perry's Temptation - Vu $2
Tyler Perry's Witness Protection - Vu $1.50
Venom - MA $3
War for the Planet of the Apes - Vu $2
Wind River - Vu or iT $5


Title Price
21 Jump Street - MA $1
Adventures of TinTin - Vu or iT $1
Amazing Spider-Man - MA $0.50
Annie - MA $0.75
Concussion - MA $0.50
Divergent - Vu $0.50
Equalizer - MA $1
G.I. Joe: Rise of Cobra - iT $1.50
Here Comes The Boom - MA $1
Hugo - Vu or iT $0.75
Justin Bieber Never Say Never - iT $1.50
Miss Bala - MA $3
Safe - iT $0.50
Star Trek: Into Darkness - iT $0.50
Star Trek: Into Darkness - Vu $0.50
The Last Stand - iT $0.50
The Last Witch Hunter - Vu $1
The Smurfs 2 - MA $1
The Spectacular Now - Vu $1
Twilight: Breaking Dawn Part 2 - Vu $0.50
Warm Bodies - Vu, iT or GP $0.50
X-Men: Wolverine - iT $1
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2023.06.06 00:55 Bigtoad3553 ABS light flashing intermittently

Hi all. I've been getting a flashing ABS light on my 2007 120 series prado (4L V6)
The fault wasn't storing any codes and it's extremely random, sometimes I won't get the fault for days, so I tried a bunch of different fixes (listed below) while I waited for the wrror to come on during work hours so I could take it into the mechanic and get it scanned while the fault it present. Here are the fault codes:
C1275 C1276 C1277 C1278 All of which are showing abnormal output signal in each wheel sensor respectively, we think that the chances of all 4 sensors going bad simultaneously is extremely unlikely (especially considering the ABS light flashes instead of just switching on) and instead one of thew other two fault codes could be creating a domino effect. The other two are:
C1282 - Center diff lock position switch / Regulator pressure sensor C1283 - L4 position switch / Front(FR) pressure sensor output is faulty
Searching these two codes online have given me completely different results compared to the description of each fault. If it is a domino effect I have no idea which sensor could be causing it.
The other option I am wondering is if the ABS module itself is going faulty, but looking online it doesn't appear to be a likely cause. Anyone had something similar? I am thinking a good place to start is the center diff lock position switch, but because the description of the faults do not match what the description of these fault codes are online it has me extremely confused.
Here is a rundown of fixes ive tried and recent work to the car:
Removed and cleaned ABS module plug
Removed and cleaned all wheel sensors
Cleaned all wheel sensor plugs with contact cleaner
Tried testing the resistance of each wheel sensor with a multimeter
All lines for the ABS seem to be fine, no visible damage to and wires.
Checked all break and tail lights are working fine
Checked every fuse related to the ABS
Topped up break fluid, then installed all new break pads and all new break fluid
Disconnected the battery for several hours to reset the ECU
Took the trailer plug apart and cleaned with contact cleaner (I've also towed my trailer the other day and all lights on the trailer where working fine)
Then while I had it on the jack stands, I figured I may as well do the major service it was due for. I wouldn't think any of these things could effect the ABS but I'll include a list of things I did just for good measure:
Engine oil and filter
Tyre rotation
Replaced diff oils (including LSD additive in the rear. As these prados only had the rear LSD and no traction control)
Replaced transfer case oil
Flushed and Replaced power steering fluid
Flushed and Replaced coolant
New top and bottom radiator hoses
New serpentine/fan belt
New air and cabin filters
New fuel filter
I'm honestly at my wits end here, I've tried everything to try and fix it, and it scanned which seemed to only create more questions than answers.
My research says some other things like a dying alternator can cause it? But I don't want to keep replacing things because unless I know that's the cause.
Hoping someone here has some ideas that I haven't thought of or found online.
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2023.06.05 21:58 Mcgoo186 Don't forget to check or change your cabin air filter... this was a lot dirtier. Also spray a new one with ozium to kill any lingering bacteria in the system.

Don't forget to check or change your cabin air filter... this was a lot dirtier. Also spray a new one with ozium to kill any lingering bacteria in the system. submitted by Mcgoo186 to grubhubdrivers [link] [comments]