Yanno that type of pop music that is like melancholy and whiny sounding. One example is Bad by James Bay. It's not that it's not good or anything.. I just get very aggravated with it all. It seems a more modern type of music. Does anyone know what it's actually called?

Personally I won't say Jesus is the only True God, Because I know he is prophesied as the servant of God and did not come speaking in his own authority but came speaking..
Now I know eternal life, has nothing to do with believing Jesus is the only true God, for he did not send himself....
John 5:19
So Jesus replied, "Truly, truly, I tell you, the Son can do nothing by Himself, unless He sees the Father doing it. For whatever the Father does, the Son also does.
John 7:16
"My teaching is not My own," Jesus replied. "It comes from Him who sent Me.
So believing Jesus Teaching was his own, Kind of Denies his words which are eternal, doesn't it?
it really racks my Brian even when I confess the trinity of God in 3 persons, I'm still spit on by venomous serpents for putting the Fathers Words Higher than Christ!
I've known Christ my entire Christian life, and it is is duty to show us the Father...
Matthew 11:27All things have been handed over to me by my Father, and no one knows the Son except the Father, and no one knows the Father except the Son and anyone to whom the Son chooses to reveal him.
no one knows the Son except the Father... to know the Son you have to learn from the Father...
That's Christs own opinion not mine...
43Jesus answered them, “Do not grumble among yourselves. 44No one can come to me unless the Father who sent me draws him. And I will raise him up on the last day. 45It is written in the Prophets, ‘And they will all be taught by God.’ Everyone who has heard and learned from the Father comes to me—
and after you have learned from the Father you begin a relationship with the Son for the Son to reveal the Father...
I do not believe I am living By the bread alone, but the faith in every word that comes out of the mouth of GOD.
the Son Does not make himself out to be the in heaven Father.
yes Jesus has divinity, yet if you are Christ you should have divinity also being partakers of divine nature, as peter expresses, in his own oneness with the Son and Father through the holy spirit.
John 17:23I in them and you in me, that they may become perfectly one, so that the world may know that you sent me and loved them even as you loved me.
I believe making Jesus out to be The Father is a grave mistake, there is a reason they are considered separate persons in the doctrine of the trinity...
the Father is the head of all godhood, Christ is the head of all manhood.
When we Come into Christ we submit to him as the example of our manhood, when we have fully accepted him as the example of our manhood, we shall enter our godhood with the Father, and be made holy as he is holy, as the Glory of the Fathers Goodness, works through us to sanctify us by the holy spirit, so that we are holy as he is holy...
this is not submitting to a righteousness that is by the law, but a righteousness that only comes by faith, which is Gods righteousness..
Isaiah 54:17
King James Version
17 No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, and their righteousness is of me, saith the Lord.
Now incase you don't know Christ Righteousness was of the Father...
For he is the Chosen servant of God!
Isaiah 42 ►
World English Bible [Par]
The Lord's Chosen Servant
(Matthew 12:15-21)
1“Behold, my servant, whom I uphold, my chosen, in whom my soul delights: I have put my Spirit on him. He will bring justice to the nations.
2He will not shout, nor raise his voice, nor cause it to be heard in the street.
3He won’t break a bruised reed. He won’t quench a dimly burning wick. He will faithfully bring justice.
4He will not fail nor be discouraged, until he has set justice in the earth, and the islands wait for his law.”
5God Yahweh, he who created the heavens and stretched them out, he who spread out the earth and that which comes out of it, he who gives breath to its people and spirit to those who walk in it, says:
6“I, Yahweh, have called you in righteousness. I will hold your hand. I will keep you, and make you a covenant for the people, as a light for the nations,
7to open the blind eyes, to bring the prisoners out of the dungeon, and those who sit in darkness out of the prison.
8“I am Yahweh. That is my name. I will not give my glory to another, nor my praise to engraved images.
9Behold, the former things have happened and I declare new things. I tell you about them before they come up.”
God's Chosen Servant
(Isaiah 42:1-9)
15Jesus, perceiving that, withdrew from there. Great multitudes followed him; and he healed them all, 16and commanded them that they should not make him known, 17that it might be fulfilled which was spoken through Isaiah the prophet, saying,
18“Behold, my servant whom I have chosen, my beloved in whom my soul is well pleased. I will put my Spirit on him. He will proclaim justice to the nations.
19He will not strive, nor shout, neither will anyone hear his voice in the streets.
20He won’t break a bruised reed. He won’t quench a smoking flax, until he leads justice to victory.
21In his name, the nations will hope.”
Matthew who recorded this clearly doesn't believe Jesus is God the Father sense he is GOD the FATHERS chosen servant, and Matthew knows spending time with the Christ a servant is not greater than his master. Christ being the Servant will never be greater than the one who sent him..
Period, I really don't want to deal with arguments over salvation in knowing the only true God, and his Son Christ Jesus who he sent.
believing Jesus is God the Father is false Idolatry, and the denial of Christ...
I'm convinced by the presence of Christ he is not the Father, however the devil acts as an angel of light, I fear if you have received him as the light of Christ, it IS why you believe the Christ is the father, for that is exactly the intention of the devil to be worshiped as the Father...
So some of the most Anti Christians will deny the word of God and his Son whom he sent to speak with a commandment about what to say..
I personally Don't like Discussion this because of the amount of vipers which are sent, who do not delight in understanding, but only expressing their own opinions about the Trinity..
I believe in one God, the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth, and of all things visible and invisible.
And in one Lord Jesus Christ, the only-begotten Son of God, begotten of the Father before all worlds; God of God, Light of Light, very God of very God; begotten, not made, being of one substance with the Father, by whom all things were made.
Who, for us men for our salvation, came down from heaven, and was incarnate by the Holy Spirit of the virgin Mary, and was made man; and was crucified also for us under Pontius Pilate; He suffered and was buried; and the third day He rose again, according to the Scriptures; and ascended into heaven, and sits on the right hand of the Father; and He shall come again, with glory, to judge the quick and the dead; whose kingdom shall have no end.
And I believe in the Holy Ghost, the Lord and Giver of Life; who proceeds from the Father [and the Son]; who with the Father and the Son together is worshipped and glorified; who spoke by the prophets.
the holy spirit is that one substance with the Father.
The Father is in the Son and the Son is in us and we are growing into being one substance with the Father through our faith of his will for us, by the works of the holy spirit it isn't Gods will that we be disobedient after receiving his grace, and holy spirit, but for us to be holy as he is holy, and perfect as our heavenly Father is perfect...
but a faith that is intended to uphold the law seems to legalism for most, however Freedom is not from the law, but from sin and death that we uphold the law through Faith...
the legal demands are nailed to the cross, righteousness is not by the law, but Faith, so that no man Can Boast in what God has Done...
I can't Boast in myself for upholding the law by Faith, on the contrary I can only boast in God the Father who has Done it.
For consider the Works of God, who can make straight what he has made crooked... I know I can't so my faith is in God to will and work through me for his own Good pleasure for no one who is living is righteous before him.

Theatrical reigns are cyclical, and Disney might be on their dip era, but they are coming off the highest of highs. Between 2013 to 2019, they had at least 2 of the top 5 highest grossing films of the year (worldwide):

• 2013 - Frozen (#1 ww) and Iron Man 3 (#2 ww)
  • Questionable/Flops - Oz the Great and Powerful, Lone Ranger
  • Other notable hits - Monsters University, Thor 2, Planes
• 2014 - GotG (#3 ww) and Maleficent (#4 ww) - also, Captain America Winter Soldier (#4 domestic)
  • Questionable/Flops - Million Dollar Arm
  • Other notable hits - Big Hero 6, Into the Woods
• 2015 - Force Awakens (#1 ww), Age of Ultron (#4 ww) - also, Inside Out (#4 domestic)
  • Questionable/Flops - The Good Dinosaur, Tomorrowland
  • Other notable hits - Cinderella, Ant-Man
• 2016 - Civil War (#1 ww), Rogue One (#2 ww), Finding Dory (#3 ww), Zootopia (#4 ww), Jungle Book (#5 ww) - Damn
  • Questionable/Flops - Alice Through the Looking Glass, Pete's Dragon, The BFG
  • Other notable hits - Moana, Doctor Strange
• 2017 - Last Jedi (#1 ww), Beauty and the Beast (#2 ww) - also, GotG 2 (#5 domestic)
  • Questionable/Flops - PotC: Deadmen Tell No Tales (maybe not a flop, but a huge disappointment), Cars 3
  • Other notable hits - Thor Ragnarok, Coco and Spiderman: Homecoming (if you include the Disney/Sony split)
• 2018 - Infinity War (#1 ww), Black Panther (#2 ww), Incredibles 2 (#4 ww)
  • Questionable/Flops - Solo, A Wrinkle in Time, The Nutcracker
  • Other notable hits - Ant-Man and the Wasp, Ralph Breaks the Internet, Mary Poppins Returns

And of course, the piece de resistance that is 2019:

• Of the Top 10 worldwide grossers, Disney had 7 - Endgame (#1), Lion King (#2), Frozen II (#3), Captain Marvel (#5), Rise of Skywalker (#7), Toy Story 4 (#8), Aladdin (#9) - if you include the Sony/Disney split, Spiderman Far From Home was #4
• All 7 (or 8) of the top worldwide grossers crossed the $1 billion mark
• Six films grossed more than $100 million in their domestic opening weekend
• The only questionable/flops I could see were Dumbo - Maleficent 2 probably underperformed as well

The point is - sure, Disney might be on a downward trend at the moment. Which they have gone through in the past as well. But when you are so, so, SO high above every other studio, there really is no other place to go but down. COVID has changed the industry and we have to remember that it's effects are going to be seen for many years to come. Yes, all the theatres are basically open at 100% with no restrictions, but recovery doesn't happen overnight. All studios are still trying to catch up and recover, in terms of scheduling delayed films, bloated budgets due to increased COVID protocols, etc. etc.
Yes, Disney could work at managing their budgets better. Yes, their SFX department seems to be a mess and needs to improve. And, personally, I despise all of their soulless live-action remakes and generic MCU plot points. But, let's not right them off just yet. They may take a tumble this year and next, but they can recover. And they're still making money other studios can only dream of.

Hi pops! I’m going on my first ever overseas vacation in a few days! It’s my first time on a plane and on top of that, my first time on a cruise. I’m not going alone of course, but I’m not going with either of my parents, and I’ve never gone on a trip like this before…. Not to mention my parents haven’t ever been on a cruise ship, or even visited the continent I’m visiting. I’m looking for some advice. What should I know about the plane? the cruise ship? I guess, what do you wish you knew before your first trip? Anything helps since I’m kinda lost 😅 thanks!

Hi!! I'm from Europe and honestly i'm just looking for people not only to play games with but to build a connection with so that we're not only messaging each other for games but everything what comes with a friendship. If ur interested in that then message me! Here are some games i'm currently playing (or want to start playing)
- Satisfactory
- Outlast Trials
- Monster Hunter Rise
- Risk of Rain 2
- Phasmophobia
And way more, and i'm always down to buy some games you are into that i don't have yet!
(Also playing Pokemon Legends Arceus on the switch atm!)
As a friend i'll be there for anything you need, i love talking to my friends! Also love sending them music, watching vids together etc. DM me :)

I haven't had much success in the stock market although I did buy a little bit of schd I am curious if anybody has a little inside on which banks could possibly be a little more stable than others? These interest rates are looking pretty good at 5%

It happens each time I launch the game, or a "news" screen pop-up in lobby. It's so annoying to the point I'm about to delete this game for good. Cpu 13700k and win11. All processes add as exclusions in defender. Nothing helps. Most of the time cpu usage is around 7-10% while playing. I hit above 93C on specific core P07. The rest are good. And this happens in lobby when something pop-up.

I am a rising 3L, I currently have somewhat of a summer internship, but nothing that can lead to a full-time position for next year. Does anyone know what I can do this summer to start looking for full-time jobs next year, or should I wait until fall/spring?
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Thank you!!

Crankgameplays, you served us well, you sure were swell, but now you’ve gone and died.
Our eyes have dried. The tears we’ve cried. Watching you grow was astounding.
Though you may be gone, a new age has dawned. And age of freedom and bliss. Though you will be missed, you drinking your piss, we have a new vision.
The blue boy is gone, but the channel shall don a new name and continue to flourish. An era of freedom and a new wish, Ethan Nestor rises from the ashes.
Crankgameplays is dead. Long live Ethan Nestor

"Dick." "Huh? What, are we there?" "We've been here for six hours, man, we just haven't seen the car yet, and you haven't seen shit because you keep falling asleep." "Gimme a break, man, I was driving all night to get here." The two criminals were seated in a non-descript car, parked nearby the entrance to the main parking lot at Mt. Loyal University, charged with the details of a specific vehicle set to arrive at some point. The two were only armed with camera equipment, but it was enough to ID at a distance and that's what they were being paid to do. "Look, if this chick's as dangerous as they say, it'll help to be ready when she shows up. Try some of the coffee, they shouldn't be too cold." Dick looked at the two big cups from the morning hours before they showed up. "Dale, that stuff's probably frozen by now, let's just go get some fresh stuff." "We can't leave, idiot!" barked Dale, fitting of his canine species. They both were dogs, Dale a chihuahua and Dick a St. Bernard, with personalities to match. "Look, I'll go get some at that place down the block, come back here, and we can throw that stuff out." "Well then, go, come on, hurry up and get back, I don't want you sitting on a bench and falling asleep again." "I'm going, don't yell at me, man." Dick replied softly. "I'm NOT YELLING!" Dale yelled as the larger of the two got out of the car with another huge yawn to head off on his mission. The actual task they were seeing to was admittedly a dull one, but Dale liked to be alert at all times, especially when dealing with contract killers. About five minutes later, Dick had returned with two coffees, Dale opening the door for him. "Thanks. They had that hazelnut stuff you like, so I-" "Wait wait wait, hold that thought, I think that's our ticket." said the chihuahua, pointing a finger at the gate. Indeed, a white Oz Harper was pulling in and turning their way to find a spot. Dale squawked 'Hide!' and pulled the seat lock, falling backwards with it quickly. Dick just watched the car go by and head up towards the front of the building. "GOL-332, I think that's our guy, Dale." the larger dog said, slurping at his coffee loudly. The smaller one's head popped up to check before easing his seat back up. "Of course it is, I knew this was the gate to trust." he declared, pulling out a cellphone to speed-dial a number. "What are we gonna do now, D?" "Shh, lemme make this call in peace for a second... hey, it's us, the ones you called for recon? ...yeah, no, we stuck to the timeframe you gave us, the target's been confirmed at that college we parked at." Dick was starting to fall asleep in his seat again, so Dale smacked at him while completing the phonecall. "Gotcha.. yes, gotcha, you won't be needing anything else? Alright then, it was a pleasure doing business with you, and we'll just be on our way once our payment is secu- what??" The voice over the tiny microphone spoke in stern volumes, Dale glaring wide-eyed at the device like he wanted to bite a chunk out of it. He managed to inhale and hold it before responding tightly. "I understand, we will get a room and meet with you after the hit. Thank you very much for this opportunity." He beeped off the phone, calmly unclipped his seat belt, vacated the car, and then began to attack the right side of it in a psychotic frenzy, all manner of expletive spraying as hornets do from a disturbed nest. Dick watched him for a bit as he gradually slowed his raging melee with their car and got back inside of it. "We gotta go shack up in a hotel for the night, we're not getting paid until they kill this chick." "Hey, oh boy, a hotel, that'll have a bed for sure." He began to hand the chihuahua his coffee before giving a bit too much gas and causing a second furious explosion, this time in the car. The badly-secured lid had sluiced open and had went mostly all over Dale, staining his undershirt dark brown. Dick looked at him and raised his eyebrows high enough to expose his eyes at last. "Oh no, I'm real sorry about that, we can get the duffel bag out and take it-" Dale held up his paw. "Dick, shut up and let's just... take it to get washed somewhere, real quick. I like this shirt, this is my lucky shirt." "Okay, Dale." and he started up the car and turned off down the main street, looking like he'd be smacked around and scolded by the smaller man. Dale looked sidelong at him for a bit before looking forward quietly. "You're mad." "Dick, I ain't mad, I'm just cranky." "No, you're mad, you say that when you're mad." "What're you, my freakin' therapist? Get over into that one there and let's get this thing washed and dried, I'm gonna need it to keep from KILLING you, right in the face. "Dale, I'm really sorry." They parked and they got out. "Just finish your coffee, man, I gotta go use the bathroom and change out."
Tom was in a late afternoon haze of beer buzz, boredom, and bitterness. Something about the verbal skirmish with the snow leopard had really got on his nerves, and he still wanted to give her a piece of his mind. There was a bit of time left, and he felt like he could be risking at least one more smoke, so he went out the back door into the loading alley and lit up there, largely free of company for the moment, but it was then that one of the black cars from before slowly pulled into sight ahead, blocking off the alley's exit. "Shit.." he whispered, knowing better than to turn around as the sound of crunching rock on tires signalled he was being boxed in. He circled on the spot casually, eyes swallowing his surroundings to make sure there was no one else around in case he had to attack and escape. The two guys that got out had matching casual wear and a bully's confidence as they came his way. Two more door-shutting sounds behind him now, sending that tingle of adrenaline pre-game thru his body. Taking a deep inhale to martial his guts and nicotine, Tom came to a stop and looked to the guys in front of him as he exhaled, flicking the cigarette away. They were certainly taller up close. "Larry, Curly, good to see you, something I can help you two with?" he asked brazenly, getting two accosted looks in response. "How's he supposed to know that? He knows my name, man, how does he know that?" said the wiry one of the pair. Tom's throat tightened; one of their names actually WAS Larry, apparently. "He's calling us stooges, man, you know?" said the other, more standard-shaped one. "We got a smartass here, don't we?" came a voice from behind, followed by a hard shove that almost sent him onto the ground. "Hey!" Tom barked, stepping back to take all four of them in. They all had a kind of standard goon panache, and one of them had a shoulder holster slightly visible. The only animal folk in their number was a fox, shock-white and wearing the worst air of superiority among them, along with the tattoos and pink-red eyes. Tom made a mental note to attack this one first if he had to, but wisely switched gears. "Look guys, I think we got off on the wrong foot here, see... I'm a traveling salesman, and I got these dynamite blindfolds I'm peddling. You four want to line for a demonstration, I could oblige you a discount too!" he said, winking an eye. One of them chuckled off to the right, but Larry had apparently had enough, pulling an H17 into view, and putting the barrel inbetween Tom's eyes. He swallowed hard, carefully putting his hands up and standing his mental ground. "Yeah, talk that shit now, huh? Think you're all funny, man, I'll put you in the fucking GROUND, I don't give a fuck!" snarled this Larry.The fox put a clawed hand firmly on the guys' arm and caught his eye coldly. "Stow that piece, and calm down before you get us all popped, dig?" he said in a sibilant tone. Larry was still looking at Tom, glaring back at him, but obeyed and hung up the gun. The leader took point now, nodding for the raccoon to lower his arms. "I'll just... keep them up, if it's all the same, mutual trust eh?" said Tom, giving a weak smile. "Fair enough." answered the vulpine boss, "Now, my friend here seems to think you were scoping us earlier." "At the traffic light back there? No no, I just saw these nice Golgo Tundras going thru town, all sleek and white-- thought someone was putting on a concert or something. Honest curiosity, that was it." It wasn't necessarily a lie either. The tall fox looked him over a bit, his sharp eyes looking lower. "Got anything in your pockets?" "...I do." Tom carefully produced his wad of bills from one pocket and a pack of Mazzerucci Royals in the other. He really hoped they wouldn't stick their hand in the jacket pocket, for a few reasons at that. "See, I was just out doing laundry, there's no-- hey, dammit!" Larry had snatched the items up, and Tom moved his hands in protest, only to be frozen solid by the clawed fingers of the one in charge. "Mutual trust, right?" he said, smiling with sharp teeth. The bothered canine grimaced and tried to look helpless while they counted up his stolen cash, wishing he'd had enough magic stored up for a bolt of half-power lightning; they would probably survive, but with scars to remember. A sizable chunk of money was missing when it was handed back, and that was it. Tom looked up at the leader briefly, who was already biting onto one of the cigarettes. "I like Royals, consider it part of the toll here for wastin' our precious time with your peeking." and he felt his own pockets briefly before looking up again, "No lighter?" Tom lit his smokes on his own, so he just shrugged and produced his unfolded pockets. The four of them seemed to have had their fun and left, but the fox stayed a second to lean in close as his men returned to the cars. One particularly sharp claw came to rest gently just above Tom's left eyebrow. "Now, make a healthy choice, and stay the fuck out of sight for a couple days, okay? You and I see each other again, well--" He slowly dragged the sharp point across Tom's forehead, blood dripping down freely, making him wince a bit. "--You're gonna need one of those fancy blindfolds for when we execute you, since you uh... seem to be out of smokes too. Arrivederci, bambino~" he said, parting ways. "Yeah yeah, au revoir, Simone." Tom grunted, waiting until they'd disembarked before he snarled and kicked a nearby paint bucket across the alley like a soccer ball. "What the fuck is your DEAL, Canada?! I thought this was supposed to be a nice place!" he yelled. From somewhere in the barkyards of a nearby neighborhood, someone shouted in response. "I AM TRYING TO WORK OVER HERE!", it said. "SHUT UP!!" growled Tom, wiping at the blood on his face.
The raccoon was sitting in a miserable distemper while the dryer was finishing his clothes. 'I ought to just spin the wheel again and find someplace else, this town is becoming dangerous.' he thought, halfway thru another drink. He stopped suddenly at the sound of the door jingling, hurrying to move one of his towels over the opened can. A pair of dogs came in, talking in low voices, and Tom minded his own business, having had enough of strangers for one week. They seemed to mind their own business, so it was business as usual. One of them disappeared into the bathroom for a bit, coming out wearing a different shirt, and they proceeded to wash a single shirt. Tom had been on the streets for as long as he could remember, and had seen a furtive load of laundry or two, so lacking any other concrete plans, he got up and pretended to go check his clothes while pointing an ear their way. "...told you to keep it down, ya idiot." the smaller one hissed. "You worry too much, Dale, we're just there to drive anyone who needs it to safety after they corner that lady and tie her up." Already, this was sounding bad, but the raccoon kept incognito for the moment. "Yeah, well that's why they're calling in this extra muscle, this snow leopard's supposed to be a real killer born, y'know? Kinda like you and being so slow and clueless." Dick shrugged and lapped at his coffee again. "I'm just as my momma made me, Dale." "Yeah, well thank goodness she died before seeing this life of crime you've somehow clung to, she'd have died of shame otherwise." snapped the chihuahua, loading quarters into the machine. "Oh Dale, don't say that, she's already mad at me up in Heaven as it is." His partner scoffed and closed the hatch. "Look, I only yell because you never had no friends or family to steer you straight growing up, and I've told you, I'm your big brother! I gotta make sure you're learning and growing up better, yeah?" Dick nodded happily. "I love my big brother." Dale's face was a bit pinker at the cheeks, but he avoided eye contact for now. "Yeah, hey, y'know, it's... nice to be appreciated. Now, take a seat, will ya? Bad enough we're missing out on the fun work over at that construction site up the way, now I gotta hope this stain comes out." he muttered as they headed to one of the plastic benches. Tom was left with a great deal of trepidation: had he just made brief enemies with a trained killer somehow, or was any of this even true? He hurried to pound the rest of his beer, almost getting foam out of his nose in the bargain, bagged up his completed laundry, and left the place without a trace. He was halfway to the Door when he saw some day laborers around a truck by the gas station of his plaza. Once the clothing was carefull scooted into a distant, safe dimensional hideaway around the corner, he sauntered over to them, pretending to throw some trash away. "I don't mean to bother you guys, but do you know which way the big construction site is, just down this road here?"
Kari had been sitting in the parking lot of the campus for about ten minutes, watching the fracas of newspeople and police nearby and really feeling cheated of a decent day of schoolwork. The day was shot for sure, with the media frenzy still stirred up by people posting misinformation online, and news crew remaining on the scene for interviews with the friends or close ones of those involved. Kari looked over at her bag, containing the completed assignment, and felt supremely cheated as she started the car and looked over her shoulder. A bedraggled human face looked back immediately and she shouted in surprise. It was only then she realized it was from outside the car. Some drifter, bedraggled and carrying a backpack that was as weatherworn as it could be, was standing in the middle of the parking lot, looking past her car, then back at her. Something about it felt like the right thing to do, so she got out of the car and approached him. The man began to back away, muttering something. "No no, easy, I'm not gonna hurt you or waste your time, I wanted to ask if you'd seen anything weird recently." At first, the guy said nothing and continued mumbling something, but he paused on a dime and turned to her slowly before taking a huge inhale of her presence. The snow leopard stepped back, looking affronted. "Hey, what the hell?!" she snapped, "I just wanted a damn answer." The homeless man locked eyes with her, speaking very plainly. "He will lead you thru the door, and to places beyond here or there, and I will show you the other side! The OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR!" he said in a rising tone before wandering off incoherently, pulling the backpack into his arms and talking placatingly to it in tender whispers. Kari just got back in her car and looked confusingly at her steering wheel, like it would turn into a giant pretzel or something next. 'There's a lot of weirdos in town today, and that can usually mean something's up.' she thought, going from experience, 'The only problem is for who.. and why?" She rolled the window down and closed her eyes, feeling kind of cooped up for some reason "Excuse me?" "AAA!!" Kari's body moved defensively towards the sound, only to find some kid about 6 sandwiched up on himself to avoid the attack. "Hi? sorry there, kiddo, what did you need, are you lost?" she managed, still oddly on edge. "I'm um, here... this, uh, I got my... there's a letter for, here, there's a letter I got to give you. I have to go." he managed, handing a folded paper to her before hurrying back to a small bike and riding away. Kari almost threw it away, eager to put today behind her, but she groaned and unfolded it for reading. "We know who you are, come alone to the location marked at this address at this time only, make this easier on yourself." An address followed and the feline predator smiled with murderous glee, slowly tearing the letter in half. "Know who I am, do they?" she growled, her grin almost too high, "I sure hope they know what I can do." Before she turned the car around to head home, she carefully pocketed the two pieces of paper. "...dammit, why'd I do that."

My 556 is experiencing some odd issues. First, it's losing time every day when it used to gain about 3 sec/day. Second, sometimes while winding in the morning from dead, the crown becomes SUPER stiff and the rotor will spin like a top. The crown also doesn't disengage freely and needs to be reversed in order to pop out of the collar. Should I send it in for service? It's still just under the two year warranty mark. I've been putting it off because I'm not sure they won't just say "Nothing's wrong, carry on! Oh, that'll be $400 for our time plz", lol.
Video for rotor movement while winding: https://youtube.com/shorts/UiBpXCOEkQE?feature=share

I'm just so exhausted. I generally experience multiple mood swings in a day, and sometimes the drop from high to low and the rise back to high again is just so intense that I feel like I'm going crazy. Today is one of those days—this may sound extreme, but this time the drop to a hypomanic episode felt like torture. On the other hand, every time I'm manic I spend most of the episode with a nagging fear in the back of my mind at the thought of the inevitable drop. I'd say I'm pretty young, and I'm afraid that if this is what the rest of my life is going to be like, then I'm not so sure if I even want to live it out.
Anyhow, I'm going to talk to my doctor next week about increasing my dosage of Lamotrigine (currently at 150 mg, which he describes as a fair dose since I'm a small-sized Asian but it's just nowhere near enough).
In the meantime, to the people who also experience rapid cycling: How do you cope? How can I make this better? Please, I'm desperate at this point.

Trying to find the album/singer of this Japanese...well, album that I had as a child.
I don't remember the entire songs on the CD, but I remember this melody exactly being from the beginning song, maybe track 1 2 or 3.
the melody from that song
I also slightly remember the cover of the CD- a Japanese woman with brown hair, either in a bun or with short hair (or hair pulled back, either way I remember it being short) lying on her stomach with her hands holding up her chin, smiling. The background was white with pastel bokeh/ spots around.
My recreation of what I remember of the cover
What I know: it's from the 90s, it's pop, it's Japanese, it's one singer, it's a woman.
Thank you for reading, I hope I can find this artist/album!

Once he starts to wake up he feels a comforting warmth around him. Opening his eyes his vision is still dark. Once his vision clears he realizes he's looking at a black claw.
Following the claw he finds Palinurus snuggled against his back, her face settled in a peaceful bliss.
'This feels nice,' muses Crabron, making sure not to move and wake her, 'But should it? She's my friend and this is a very intimate pose.'
'What if you became more?' asks another train of thought, 'You could be happy.'
'But what if she doesn't want anything more,' questions Crabron.
'Of course she does, think back a little bit, she wasn't looking for guards she was looking at you. Need proof? Her flustered response is all you need, or how about when you mentioned dating and she hastily backtracked?'
As he is arguing with himself Crabron notices that her smile has turned to fear and her breath quickens, as she mumbles, "No, Crabron! No, no, no!"
'She must be having a nightmare!' thinks Crabron as he shakes her awake, "Palinurus, Palinurus, wake up. I'm alright."
With a gasp she jumps awake. Wrapping his wings around her he whispers, "It's okay Palinurus. It's okay. I'm right here. I'm alright."
"Thank the moons!" Exclaims Palinurus, "I dreamt that you never woke up from Sheyleyong's attack. I was thinking about what I would do. If, if you died. I was thinking about how I could even live with you gone," she starts to panic. "I couldn't bear the thought of living without you and all the things I would never say. What I would miss out on!"
As she rambles an he carefully shuts her mouth with a gentle claw silencing her worries.
In the sudden silence he speaks, "You don't need to worry about that, ever. I'll always be here when you need me, even if it means leaving a mission. You've been at my side for as long as I can remember. Hell I don't even remember how we met, just that you've been there for me just as I have for you. Some stuck up, slaving, honey snorter, won't change that."
She looks at him with tears in her eyes, "But you nearly died. When you were out it was like you were gone, no matter what I did you never even flinched, you had two dislocated ribs and you'd lost a lot of blood."
"Looks like Clearsight hasn't decided to accept me." Comments Crabron with a smug but gentle smile, "And a couple dislocated ribs certainly won't kill me."
A look of sudden remembrance crosses her face, "Ooh, that reminds me, to fix your ribs you need to relocate them yourself."
"How am I supposed to do that?" Asks Crabron.
"According to Viceroy, the doctor who lives here, you need to take a deep breath and try to blow it out without opening your mouth and plugging your nose." Crabron tries and gasps in pain.
Palinurus places a comforting claw on his shoulder, "Keep at it until you feel them pop back into place. If you black out I have some hartshorn."
After a few painful attempts he finally feels them relocate with a relieved sigh, "Wow, I never thought it was that hard to breathe. Where are we?"
"Viceroy's house, in the Bloodworm Hive SilkWing District. I told you that." Says Palinurus with a disapproving look, "Viceroy didn't mention brain damage."
Crabron smiles as he pushes aside the entrance curtain, "That you did, but where in the district?"
"Just outside the Plaza of the Hope for Peace." Says Palinurus as Crabron lays eyes on a large, vividly painted statue depicting Monarch, Wasp, and a rather monochromatic LeafWing, each working together to hold up a crown. "How is that thing not tearing through the silk?"
In reply a voice comes from the street as Grayling steps through a line of SilkWings, "It's made from treestuff and it's hollow, as such it's a lot lighter than it looks."
"Hello again Grayling," Crabron suddenly remembers something, "Did I miss the handout?"
"No, I fact you're just in time," he motions to the line he just walked through, "These are the ones who showed up. Come with me. Palinurus, you too."
Grayling leads him to a row of tables overflowing with baskets full of various goods with yet more still in the crates behind it, "How much did y'all get?"
"Three quarters of the entire warehouse." Answers Leafcutter as she flicks her tail at a table, "You'll be there with Palinurus, your father and I will be asleep at home. However before I go," she grabs a curious scabbard off a table and hands it to him, "I do believe this is yours."
Looking at it he notices that it seems to be made out of long strands of grass. Wrapping one loop before his wings and the other just behind his wings Crabron asks, "What is it?"
"Sheyleyong's sword," answers Leafcutter, "I took the liberty to procure a new scabbard from my contact. Apparently she had to steal this one from another group that doesn't share their opinion. When her daughter was told to get it they had a big argument. I have never seen such a dysfunctional family. But I get it, she was hiding someone."
"If she's hiding it, how'd you know?" Asks Crabron.
She points to her eyes, "Her eyes, it was just for a split second, but it was there. The same look I always hid during my experimentation phase, before I met your father."
"You experimented? With who?" Asks Crabron.
"Well, I say it's time to stop wasting these family's days, and get me some sleep. Each family gets one basket and try not to vandalize anything." Dismisses Leafcutter as she rushes away calling behind her, "He's in charge guys!"
"You'd think she 'experimented' with my mother with how she rushed away," muses Palinurus, "How is the sword not slicing through those grass fibers?"
"Maybe it's lined with something?" Asks Crabron as he gives the scabbard a light squeeze, feeling something hard as steel between the wrappings and sword, "I'll have to ask my mom."
Stepping behind the table he calls out, "I can help the next family!"
A few families down the line Crabron hears a squeaky voice, "That's him! That's the Hiveing that saved me!"
As a familiar purple dragonet runs up, his mother close behind, Crabron smiles, "If it isn't Dusky, the toughest dragonet I ever met. Have you shown your friends your awesome new scar?"
"Not yet, he has construction work today," says the dragoness accompanying him, presumably his mother.
"It's Friday shouldn't he be at school?" Asks Crabron.
She gives a sad nod, "Yes, but after his father died he was expected to pick up his shifts, Thursday nights and Friday to Monday days."
A look of horror crosses Palinurus' face, "He's a dragonet! He deserves an education!"
Dusky's mother sighs, "I know, but Lady Bloodworm won't allow it."
"I'll see if I can change her mind," growls Crabron.
"How?" Asks Palinurus.
"Enough threats can change any mind." Hisses Crabron before taking on a kind look, "Say, little Dusky, what is your favorite fruit?"
"Bananas!" Chirps Dusky.
Taking an extra bushel of bananas from the crates behind him Crabron places them and an extra loaf of bread into a basket before handing it to Dusky's mother, "Have a wonderful day."
Once the line diminishes Crabron looks over the still remaining food and tells the other SilkWings that were helping him pass out baskets to help themselves to the food.
"Your parents say you killed Vinegaroon's son last night," prefaces Grayling, "Is it true?"
"Who?" Asks Crabron.
"Lord Sheyleyong is, or rather was, Vinegaroon's youngest son." Supplies Grayling.
"Oh, him." says Crabron, "I did."
"How'd you do it?" Asks Grayling.
"Nothing too hard," says Crabron with a shrug.
"Not too hard?" Exclaims Grayling, "In Vinegaroon hive every HiveWing is expected to start training in combat at five and serve for three years minimum. However, the most skilled Dragons are placed under Sheyleyong, yet you killed him!"
"I wouldn't say those soldiers were skilled," scoffs Crabron.
"What armor were they wearing?" Questions Grayling.
"Leather." Says Crabron.
"Then those were probably peasants sent along with him." Dismisses Grayling, "Vinegaroon's Midnight Sons wear plate armor coated in a black lacquer, with the exception of Sheyleyong himself."
Crabron's mind flashes back to that night as he once again hears Sheyleyong, "My son has cared for Valeriophonus, that's the dragoness you just murdered, for years. He was sure he would marry her, but now that will never happen."
'Valeriophonus must've been a peasant,' Thinks Crabron, 'By Clearsight! That might've been her first mission, and I killed her!'
"Crabron? Asks Palinurus a concerned tone in her voice, "Are you okay?"
"I killed her." Breaths Crabron, "It was probably her first mission and I killed her."
"Who? Who did you kill?" Asks Palinurus
"One of the soldiers sent on what was supposed to be a simple investigation last night was a peasant girl named Valeriophonus. She was no older than five or six, probably on her first mission, a-and I killed her," her terrified face flashes through Crabron's eyes causing an involuntary shiver to race down his spine, "I saw her face, I saw the light leave her eyes. She was terrified."
Palinurus gives his shoulder a comforting squeeze, "I'm sure you didn't have a choice."
"But did I?" Asks Crabron, "We could've tried to talk our way out of it, or escaped after they arrested us, but my mom decided to kill one of those innocent peasants in cold blood. Not to mention she feigned surrender, now whenever one of the Chrysalis actually tries to surrender the guards won't trust them!"
"Crabron," says Grayling with an understanding look, "Killing will never get any easier, but unless a HiveWing's eyes are white then that HiveWing chose to attack. That's what gets me through fights."
"And if their eyes are white?" Questions Crabron.
Grayling shrugs, "Then it's not them, it's Wasp forcing them to fight."
“Y-yes of course,” says Crabron before changing the subject, "Does Lady Bloodworm ever leave Bloodworm Place?"
"Not without, at the absolute least, a dozen guards," answers Grayling.
"Rest up, we have a night trip to make," states Crabron before nodding to Palinurus, "You too."
"Where are we going to sleep?" Asks Palinurus, "This isn't our hive."
"I have a place," says Grayling.
"What would your pare- mother say?" Asks Crabron.
"She didn't handle the death of my brother and father very well." Answers Grayling before mumbling, "Now I live alone."
"I'm so sorry," apologizes Palinurus, "It must be hard on you."
"Don't be," says the gray Silkwing with a smile. "It gives me more resolve."
Once they arrive at Grayling's house Crabron spies writing materials on a desk, "Before I sleep I'll need to write a letter to my parents, telling them my plan so they don't panic."
Taking his newly written scroll he finds Codling and passes the scroll over with a kind request to deliver it to Leafcutter.
Re-entering Grayling's house he curls up beside Palinurus quickly falling asleep.
After a brief stop to steal a pair of spears, support straps included, and basic armor for his SilkWings as well as a roundel dagger and armor for himself he leads his group to Bloodworm Place. Sneaking to the windows Crabron spies Bloodworm sitting at an overflowing table with her courtiers.
"She has that much food yet her SilkWings are starving!" Cries Palinurus, "That's perverse!"
Yanking Palinurus into the nearby bushes Crabron hisses, "Lower your voice! We are trying not to be discovered." At her meek nod he continues, "Good now we have to find all possible entrances and exits and where Bloodworm sleeps. So somebody needs to track Bloodworm through the windows while the others examine the outside."
"I'll track Bloodworm," volunteers Grayling, "However there are areas without windows so I'll have to track her from inside."
"That seems risky," says Palinurus.
"My family has always been Hive Drones." Grayling waves, "I just have to act like one if I get caught."
"As soon as things seem dicey, run," orders Crabron, "I don't need to lose anyone."
"Yes, sir!" Snaps Grayling as he removes his gambeson and kernel helm.
"You make me sound like some old, grizzled guard," muses Crabron as Grayling slips in through a window and worms his way into the serving staff.
"This is your mission," says Palinurus, "It makes sense for you to be the leader."
She picks up his chin and whispers in an attempt of a sultry tone, "Besides it leaves us alone."
"If I'm the leader, as you say, then I think you should study the bottom floor and I'll use my wings to study the upper floors. Keep track of any potential exits and remain unseen." says Crabron missing her insinuation.
If Crabron had looked behind him he would've seen Palinurus smack a fist onto the ground with a hiss, "I came on too strongly."
After searching the exterior he spies Grayling on the topmost floor balcony waving him in, swooping around to pick up Palinurus he drops her and Grayling's armor on the balcony, "Did you find her?"
"Yes, she is protected by two guards at her door." Reports Grayling.
"What about in the hallway leading to it?" Asks Palinurus.
"None," answers Grayling, "Hell I haven't seen a guard, except those two, since I came in!"
"Didn't you say she's paranoid?" Asks Palinurus.
"Maybe she feels safe in her home." Shrugs Crabron, "Though we're about to shatter that illusion."
"Something doesn't feel right about that." Says Palinurus as a visible shudder runs down her back, "Grayling, I think you should don your armor before we head in."
"Relax, it's just nerves," dismisses Crabron, a confident smile on his face, "We'll be in and out before they can spring any traps. Grayling if you will?"
"Right this way." Stopping just short of a three way intersection, Grayling motions to the intersecting hall, "Just at the end of that hallway is her room, be careful though the hall is rather empty."
Glancing around the corner he sees a long, wide hallway painted with a vivid scarlet red, the columns painted a vibrant and contrasting yellow. The floor is covered with a plush high pile, purple carpet trimmed with golden flamesilk.
At each column is a statue of various important HiveWings, including Bloodworm herself, each supporting a flame silk lantern, half of which are covered by silk darkening the hall.
The gaps between the columns are occupied with shallow pools and elaborate fountains, where there isn't a doorway. Looking to the other side of the hall the space between columns is occupied with huge and nearly invisible panes of crystal glass leading to the night outside.
Following the colors up he sees an arched glass ceiling that is completely invisible against the night sky, giving the impression of being outside without the wet of the monsoon rains that have just started up.
At the end of the hall stands two guards, just as Grayling reported, eerily staring straight ahead with empty, glowing white eyes and spears at the ready to intercept any intruders.
Dipping back around the corner, Crabron digs his talons into the tree stuff wall and climbs up to the darkened arch of glass, not willing to risk his wingbeats being heard. After examining the slick gold-plated girders supporting the glass he determines that they are too flush to utilize as claw holds. Opting to use his claws, Crabron slowly inches along the top of the wall until he is above a guard. Watching a lightning bolt in the distance he counts it out until the thunder strikes. When another strikes at a similar distance he drops, fist balled at the ready, and lands on one of the guards just as the thunder hits, overwhelming what little sound his strike made.
Hooking his arm around the other's throat he waits until he stops struggling. Motioning to his friends they run up the hall, claw taps silenced by the rug.
"What'd I tell you?" Smiles Crabron as he removes the key ring from one of the guards and starts trying them on the door. "Easy. We'll be in and out lickety split."
"We still should be quick," warns Palinurus, "Who knows when these guards will wake up."
"Of course." calls Crabron as the lock gives a quiet click and he pushes open the door revealing what could be the definition of luxury.
The color scheme and carpet match the hall with a sunken pit in the floor surrounded by various lounge cushions and squat tables, all facing a stone fire pit. Looking around the room he sees various highly detailed tapestries depicting HiveWing triumphs and SilkWing suffering hung between curtained doorways to different rooms.
"I didn't take Bloodworm as the devout type," whispers Palinurus.
Following her eyes through a slightly open curtain Crabron sees a large, regal portrait of Clearsight writing her book of prophecies while nestled within the wings of her primary husband, Sunstreak, though she is far more prominent. Below the painting is a short wooden desk cluttered with various offerings, from jewelry to food to a small statuette of Clearsight, between unlit incense lamps.
Entering the room, Palinurus picks up a finely detailed egg carved from jade from the shrine to admire it.
"Woah, woah, woah!" Calls Crabron trying to keep his voice at a whisper, "Put that back now!" Startled, she quickly puts it back. Sitting down in front of the shrine he closes his eyes, keeping his head down, "Forgive her Clearsight, for she didn't know."
"What the hell was that!" Cries Palinurus.
"Stealing from a shrine is the surest way to be denied by Clearsight's doormen. Being left to wander the void as a twisted shade," says Crabron.
"I just thought it was a pretty color," mumbles Palinurus.
"I'll see about buying you some jade knick knacks." Suggests Crabron.
"Like that one?" Asks Palinurus pointing to the egg.
"I'm sure you don't want a fertility charm," dismisses Crabron.
"A what?" Asks Palinurus.
"A fertility charm," repeats Crabron, "You keep it where eggs come from and pull it out when you're about to make eggs. Pretty common with Lady Jewel's crowd."
Her confusion turns to horror, "Ew, ew, ew! I had it in my claws! I eat with those!" She rushes towards the curtain separating the shrine from the common area, still somehow keeping her voice down, "I need a sink, now!"
“Is she alright?” asks Grayling, catching his eye through the swinging curtain.
Crabron shrugs as he leaves the shrine room, “She was holding a Jade egg and just learned what they're used for."
"She had to learn somehow," he holds out a mask of Odorata, messenger of Clearsight and a guide for lost souls, "There's a black table cloth over there."
"Brilliant!" Calls Crabron with a pat on Grayling's back, "Bloodworm is obviously devout so she'll listen if she thinks Odorata is after her! We need to turn that tablecloth into a hooded cloak, can you sew?"
He smiles, "Of course, I have been living alone after all. I think I saw sewing supplies in a side room."
By the time Palinurus re-enters the room Crabron is already wearing his makeshift costume as Grayling finishes his stitches, "There you are. Looks like we have a plan! Now I need you on standby as Clearsight if I need it, Grayling you will be a look out after you wake Bloodworm. Understood?"
With two simultaneous salutes Crabron goes through the only wooden, yes wooden, door in the suite revealing a giant bed with silky, see through curtains. Stepping up on a chest at the end of the bed he points from Grayling to Bloodworm before pointing from Palinurus to the shadows at the corner of the room where her dark scales render her nearly invisible.
Getting the message, Grayling taps her on the thigh until she starts to stir, prompting Grayling to sprint out the door.
Striking an intimidating pose he glares down at her with his wings wide. With a start Lady Bloodworm shoots up her back against the headboard, "W-who are you."
As lightning flashes lighting up his skull mask Crabron speaks with a deep projecting voice, "Madame Clearsight is hurt that you don't recognize her one and only messenger!"
Recognition spreads across her face, "You're Odorata, am I dead?"
"Not yet," hisses Crabron, "But you will be if you don't heed my mistresses warning. She told me that you must not allow dragonets to work on school days or a figure, scales dark as night, will send you to Clearsight early."
"I'll get right on that!" Says Bloodworm with a sarcastic tone.
"Are you questioning Clearsight?" Asks Crabron.
"Of course not," says Bloodworm with a shake of her head.
"I don't believe you," says Crabron before he gets an idea, "In fact Clearsight wants to give you a reminder."
Drawing his sword he slashes it across the side of her snout, digging deep enough to surly leave a scar, "Let that be a reminder of Clearsight's warning. If you do not obey, a matching gash will adorn your throat. Now I must take my leave. May you live long."
Making his escape he finds Grayling at the door to the hallway. Spotting him out of the corner of his eye, Grayling starts to walk down the ornate hall outside Bloodworms suite before speaking up, "How'd it go?"
Taking the hood off he lets the Odorata mask hang around his neck, "Optimistically it went well. Realistically I might need to pay her a visit out of costume."
Grayling rolls his eyes, "Knowing her, that's a definite revisit."
Crabron's reply dies on his tongue as a voice booms from the hallway they had just started down, "Intruders, identify yourself!"
"Shit," hisses Crabron, reversing direction just to see another group cutting them off at the other side of the intersection.
Thinking quickly, Crabron rips a painting from the wall and hurls it through the nearby window, shattering it. Without needing instruction Grayling leaps through the window and into the pool below it, however Palinurus hesitates at the window.
Avoiding a slash from a guard, Crabron calls out, "Go!"
"Not without you!" Exclaims Palinurus, her helmet narrowly deflecting a blow.
"No time to discuss this!" Hisses Crabron as he headbutts Palinurus hard enough to knock her through.
Nursing a cut claw, Palinurus surfaces to see Crabron draw both of his blades and rear up onto his back legs, his escape now blocked by a guard.

Hey guys,
I bought a Yuasa YTX12-BS(WC) lead acid battery for my kymco people s 250 (should be the 2006 model) a year and a half ago (november 2021). The battery arrived pre-charged (seller said that according to EU law they cannot ship anymore the acid separated from the battery). So, once the battery arrived, I just gave it a good old long charge (used a Black + Decker BDV090 12 Volt charge) and popped it in the scooter.
A couple of weeks ago, totally out of the blue (because I use the scooter almost every day, some times twice a day), the battery died on me for no reason.
I gave it another good old long charge and popped it in again. Lasted only a week then died again.
Is it possible that it's not the battery's fault, and there's a dispersion of power (and if so, how do you ascertain it)?
If it's the battery's fault, is there a way to restore it, ot the battery is done for and I have to replace it?Since I'm totally ignorant on the matter, do you have any advices? should I change for a Li-ion one?
Thank you in advance for the advices

This is a repost of a deleted post I made a while ago. This post is more refined and focuses on the core things that have been most important for me these last couple months. Just to note my current diet is: 3L full cream A2 milk, 3-4 teaspoons instant coffee mixed in the milk, 1L pulp free OJ, 250mg ground lamb

• Whole milk is better than skim. The milk fat lessens the insulin response, keeping blood sugar elevated for longer. This will prevent rises in cortisol and adrenaline that happen with skim milk due to low blood sugar. Those who drink skim milk have one thing in common, they have to add spoon after spoon of sugar to tolerate it properly. This is stupid. Drink milk as it was intended by nature, with the fat
  
• In saying that, keep the rest of your diet relatively low fat so that you're still oxidising glucose not fat. Ease up on the coconut oil and butter. The only other fat I get in my diet other than milk is the small amounts in ground lamb and a tiny amount of butter I use to cook it. I believe milk is one of the only foods that won't effect the kreb's cycle but if the rest of your diet is high fat than these definitely will shift the body towards fat oxidisation which is not what we want
  
• A2 milk is not placebo or a money gimmick. It absolutely makes a difference and you might not have any idea how badly A1 milk is effecting you until you make the switch. A1 milk produces an opioid-like peptide upon digestion and this WILL increase prolactin and give you a sedated, drugged out look and feel. Coffee can mitigate some of this damage but not all of it. If you can afford it and it's available, choose A2 over A1
  
• Yes sugar is good but definitely don't overdo the fruit juices. It takes more than 20 oranges to produce 2L of OJ. We would never eat this many oranges in one day. Yet I've heard many people drinking well over 2L OJ a day. This a lot of fructose and can lead to liver problems and high blood sugar. Even when I went low fat (skim milk instead) I still had these blood sugar problems. It's like everyone forgets that there's already plenty of sugar in milk. You don't a gallon of OJ. I switched from 2L OJ to 1L a day and look/feel a lot better. Not unless you're really physically active if you think too much fruit can be an energy overload where your body has more sugar than it knows what to do with
  
• Speaking of sugar, I would ditch the refined sugar. It's devoid of any nutrients needed in order to effectively use it for energy, especially thiamine. I'm convinced that those teaspoons of white sugar were feeding gut bacteria and were never actually digested and used for energy. Any time I had white sugar within 10 minutes I'd have a white coated tongue, stomach pain , body odour and bad mood
  
• Stop with all the food mixing. Milk and coffee go great together but besides that, stop mixing milk with food lol. I cringe everytime I see Danny doing this. Milk is a complete food, it belongs by itself.
  
• Don't use caffeine pills. I repeat, stay the hell away from them. Caffeine pills skyrocketed my cortisol and caused bone loss, I'm not kidding. Coffee doesn't do this, why? Because coffee is packed full of nutrients like magnesium and this balances the caffeine. Caffeine on its own, and especially in the huge amounts in pills (220mg per pill for me) is incredibly stressful for the body and will deplete nutrients. If you want caffeine, drink coffee or even chocolate. But DON'T use caffeine pills. They will feel good at first, but will screw you up after a couple months of daily use
  
• This idea extends to many things though. Coffee is more than caffeine, the sun is more than red light, orange juice is more than vitamin C, tobacco is more than nicottine. Red light created a similar stress reaction to me the way caffeine pills did. Isolating one good thing in a substance and then only using that thing is stupid. This ruins the balance of that substance, balance really is everything. Anytime I isolate one substance from the whole, I experience a stress reaction. But anytime you use the whole substance, you will only ever benefit. Drinking coffee, OJ and lying in the sun will relax you, increase progesterone, thyroid and dopamine. Using caffeine pills, red lights and vitamin C tablets will stress you, decrease progesterone, thyroid, dopamine and increase cortisol, adrenaline and estrogen. Don't believe me? Do these things everyday and see the difference after a couple of months
  
• Instant coffee is great, cheap and convenient. But for some reason it makes me feel terrible if I dissolve it with boiling water. If I mix it with milk only and no water, it makes me feel great. I still don't know why this is
  
• I tolerate lamb better than beef. I really don't trust the quality of beef anymore
  
• Ground meat is better than muscle meat due to the collagen mixed into it which muscle meat won't have. This collagen contains glycine which can help balance out other amino acids like methionine. Do try to eat the ground meat within 1-2 days though as it's easier for bacteria to build up leading to more histamine
  
• Don't forget the salt if you're going high liquid like me. I avoid iodised salt because it increases my heart rate too much. I assume the iodine was making me hyperthyroid
  
• Don't wank, it's not worth it. It's a stupid act that will rob you of your energy and vitality and leave you with guilt. You control your ****, it doesn't control you. The government is promoting masturbation for prostate but this is complete bs. Doing that crap for hours will ruin your prostate. They want to keep you weak, submissive and compliant. A man on semen retention is immensely powerful, the powers that be don't want strong citizens
  
• Lastly, I'm moreso saying this to myself, relax. You're not going to find the golden diet that turns your life into a fairytale. This world is genuinely insane and the more attached and obsessed you are with maintaining this perfect level of happiness and success the more miserable you'll be when these things fall apart. The fact that we know about Ray and his work gives me more knowledge of our bodies and the true nature of things than 99.99% of people. An imperfect Peat diet is still 10000x better than a standard modern diet. We won't suffer the same diseases and perils of aging that everyone else who ridiculed our way of eating will have. Enjoy the greater health that comes with this knowledge, don't fret over the tiniest things.
  

Hi, I watched the above-mentioned movies a few days ago. When it comes to Evil Dead Rise (2023), many horror lovers will agree that the director tried his best to make the film scary but the old sequels of the Evil Dead franchise are more horrifying and unsettling than the new one.
When it comes to Malum (2023), I think Last Shift (2014) is more scary and disturbing than its remake. What do you think? Let me know in the comments.