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1. Overcoming Adversity: In this section, we delve into Goggins' early life and the adversities he faced, including a difficult childhood, academic struggles, and obesity. We explore how these challenges shaped his character and served as the catalyst for his transformative journey.
   
2. Embracing the Call to Action: Goggins' decision to join the military, particularly the Navy SEALs, proved to be a pivotal moment in his life. This section explores his grueling training, the mental and physical demands he endured, and the lessons he learned about pushing beyond perceived limits. We highlight the importance of embracing discomfort and stepping out of one's comfort zone to achieve personal growth.
   
3. Conquering the Impossible: Goggins' relentless pursuit of self-improvement extends beyond his military service. This section focuses on his transition from a decorated Navy SEAL to an accomplished ultra-endurance athlete. We explore his numerous feats, including completing multiple ultra-marathons, Ironman triathlons, and the infamous Badwater 135, showcasing his ability to conquer seemingly insurmountable challenges.
   
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No this is not a joke post. Title is the Tl:dr- more details below.I was going to just let it go but the fact I need to get a professional cleaner and I've been ill due to this makes me think I should seek legal help. Advice on what I should do? Is this something a lawyer could help me with? I'm from Chicago, IL, USA (as laws usually depend on the area you are from).
A couple months ago I moved to a new apartment a little less than half an hour away so I hired movers as I don't have a vehicle nor the physical strength to move everything on my own. Despite the name, which I'm not sure if I'm allowed to say, they actually send out three guys even if you don't have that much to move (I was moving my one bedroom from a shared apartment to a small studio apartment, the only big thing I have is my bed. Pretty much everything else even I, a scrawny girl, can carry).
When the guys get there they start trying to take things from the living room and I stop them because those are my room mate's things. One guy seems to be in charge of the other two and immediately starts talking down to me which is difficult to deal with. I already have everything planned out and ready to go, and tell him the best way to save time is to get two guys disassembling the bed, and by the time they're done with that all the other things I have me and the other guy will have loaded. They only half listen, one guy is disassembling the bed and the other two loading up things. Eventually second guy joins first guy and I hear one of them muttering curse words in spanish like "puta" (bitch/whore), "pinche" (fucking). It was super unprofessional, but I let it go figuring he was probably just cursing at the bed that was difficult to manage, in context swear words like that were understandable I suppose and I just wanted to get this all done and over with as fast as possible. But then I heard him say "gordita". Gordita isn't a regular curse word, it means fat. I am not obese, but I do have a pear shape I'm self conscious about, and I'd heard enough to know he was talking abusively about me thinking I didn't understand. I didn't want to continue being abused and told him to stop it and I knew what he was saying.
He was frozen in shock at first, realizing I understood him, but not knowing how much he got in my face asked me what I thought I heard. I told him I heard gordita enough times to know what it meant. He continued being abusive to me, saying he was talking about food and had I tried one? Maybe if I tried it I'd like it. No one is talking about food saying, "Fucking fat bitch." He continued to jeer at me repeatedly saying, "Maybe if you tried it you'd like it! Maybe if you tried it you'd like it!" Should I have just taken the abuse? I just wanted him to stop and this was going to absolute hell. They were almost ready to go with my things to my apartment, soon it would just be me and these three men alone in my new place where I knew no one. It was kind of scary. I tried to de-escalate the situation and asked they please just not talk about food anymore while we moved. So they leave for the new apartment with my things. I am having problems with my Uber app and after about ten minutes of frustration and worry I'm going to go over my time not being able to meet them when they get there I call a cab instead. The cab gets there in half an hour, it's a pretty straight shot to my new place.
So I get there, and they're not there. Twenty minutes later, still no movers. I'm not sure if they got the wrong address, I left well after they did and was there before they were, so I called up the company who said they didn't know and they probably took a different route. Well over an hour after they left, and now with no way to make my original predicted time/price they show up. There's no reason they should have taken so long, the only thing I can imagine is they intentionally delayed so they'd get paid more and stiff me for more money, really what could I do in this situation. Everything got unpacked and I tipped them- I shouldn't have. I had planned to do it before they came, and in my mind was arguing I was being petty and maybe there was a legitimate reason I didn't know and intentionally only tipping two of the three seemed mean. In hindsight I shouldn't have as this whole situation was abusive, I was trying to be good and the bigger person but I was stupid in doing that.
It wasn't until the next day I smelled it. All of my things smelled like piss. I had carefully washed nearly all my things before I moved as some of them were dusty and I wanted to move into my new apartment with nice clean things, so I know it happened after the things left my place. There is no other way the piss could have got there. I cleaned all my things, but the piss smell still remains. The second day after I came down with a lung infection I had to go to the doctor for and was very ill for weeks. I keep trying to find what I missed, I have cleaned with bleach and fabrise and everything but my apartment smells like piss because of what these men did to me. I had to go buy expensive medicine again for another lung infection, two prescription to treat it which weren't cheap. I'm going to need to get a professional cleaning service or just start throwing out my things which is also going to be expensive.
Is there anything legally I can do to offset the costs? I tried contacting the company but they won't respond. I don't know if they think it's a joke or am hoping if they don't respond I'll go away. I don't have much evidence other than what I was originally quoted and my bank card being charged much more, along with one drawer that I recently found dried urine pooled on the underside of (there's more stink but it isn't visible like it is on my white drawer), and two doctor visits for my lung infections I got only after the move.

Looking for my misses to devote my kisses, and some of the best parts of my mind and body, with caring, sharing, giving mutual deep loving mind-body bliss. Early on with chatting, we should verify if there is attraction to pursue IRL romantic fun. Casual stuff is not fun enough, plus it's risky and leaves one feeling empty. It also seems disrespectful, like saying someone is not worthy of more than temporary lust. If you feel someone is special, it's not a big ask to be patient and faithful, whether dating for shorter or longer term. I'm confident to make my lady love to be faithful by giving her endless hours of fun and loving bliss. My passions to persuade with pleasures relates to my attraction to her mind, personality, physical features while learning what she likes and helping her to enjoy herself.
I'm mostly mellow, chill, but can be wildly affectionate in ways with my lady, indoors and out, and appreciate nature, culture, arts and architecture around Los Angeles and SoCal. I love to share pleasurable and mentally stimulating, creative experiences, making out, to making love for hours, deeply satisfying your mind and body. I can take charge, teaching, being patient, but I can also switch roles, learning, letting you be in control. I like regular exercise, and partner stretching, massages with workouts. I mainly like naturally straight to wavy-curly hair types, of any color. I go for a petite but curvy body, up to a healthy, fuller figure, pinup model type and other features I can explain. I like natural facial beauty, not into cake-face, highly filtered Insta, lip injected LA looks, or with elective surgery, enhanced or fake body parts. I'm not anti-makeup, winged eyeliner can look hot. I'm white, attractive, in nice shape, grey blue eyes, wavy brownish hair, never married, no children, kind of edgy artist skater musician looks that cleans up well.

I, a non binary gen z, have been tasked with vice chairing loscon. Out of all the conventions of all time, it's certainly one of them. It's sci Fi, based in LA, and has never really made an effort to be a safe space for LGBTQ folk. But I've been appointed vice chair of the con, so I'ma change all that. If this is technically self promo my b, I'm just trying to spread the word cause it's gonna be an accepting place to decompress after the inevitable thanksgiving family drama

Looking for my misses to devote my kisses, and some of the best parts of my mind and body, with caring, sharing, giving mutual deep loving mind-body bliss. Early on with chatting, we should verify if there is attraction to pursue IRL romantic fun. Casual stuff is not fun enough, plus it's risky and leaves one feeling empty. It also seems disrespectful, like saying someone is not worthy of more than temporary lust. If you feel someone is special, it's not a big ask to be patient and faithful, whether dating for shorter or longer term. I'm confident to make my lady love to be faithful by giving her endless hours of fun and loving bliss. My passions to persuade with pleasures relates to my attraction to her mind, personality, physical features while learning what she likes and helping her to enjoy herself.
I'm mostly mellow, chill, but can be wildly affectionate in ways with my lady, indoors and out, and appreciate nature, culture, arts and architecture around Los Angeles and SoCal. I love to share pleasurable and mentally stimulating, creative experiences, making out, to making love for hours, deeply satisfying your mind and body. I can take charge, teaching, being patient, but I can also switch roles, learning, letting you be in control. I like regular exercise, and partner stretching, massages with workouts. I mainly like naturally straight to wavy-curly hair types, of any color. I go for a petite but curvy body, up to a healthy, fuller figure, pinup model type and other features I can explain. I like natural facial beauty, not into cake-face, highly filtered Insta, lip injected LA looks, or with elective surgery, enhanced or fake body parts. I'm not anti-makeup, winged eyeliner can look hot. I'm white, attractive, in nice shape, grey blue eyes, wavy brownish hair, never married, no children, kind of edgy artist skater musician looks that cleans up well.

I will keep this short.. my wife had some debt which I decided to pay (2k on her credit card) I decided to pay it since I wanted to be a good husband. She was in a bad place. However, the second time she racked up her credit card to 7k , I paid it again.
Finally she I did not keep track only to find out she owed the bank money of 27k and interest was killing.. I decided not to this time. She was saying okay no problem (she does not want to take money from me) but she is suffering now in debt, but honestly I am doing this because its a good life lesson to her. She likes to spend money and do shopping. I want her ti see how bad it is. She is actually freaking out now. She made a spending chart for herself and now keeps track of her budget she made. I assured her she will get out of the debt but she needs to watch her spending. We are both 24 years old.
AITA for not paying the debt and making her get out of this one.

Selling my ticket
Friday, July 28th, 7pm @ Capital One Arena
Great seats!!!

Hi friends!
What the title says. I want to get a used bike that will last me a few years but not break the bank. I’m hoping to get a nice combination of comfort and performance, and have a bike that can handle most trails (nothing crazy extreme)
I have a friend trying to sell me on one of two bikes. Curious if anyone knows anything about them, or what a fair price would be. Any other recommendations or info is appreciated!
-YR 29er Jeffsy AL
-Cannondale Scalpel
Both bikes are in good condition and are 3-5 years old

I remember getting From The Mars Hotel from the local library when I was in early high school. Then I got American Beauty. Then I got Live/Dead. I used to get DMB, Phish, and SCI CDR B&Ps but did not get into a lot of live Dead until the Internet Archive had shows. I found a list of concerts I went to from 2000-2013. Since then I have seen one Levi's Stadium Fare Thee Well type shows with Trey on guitar, 5 Dead and Company Shows, 2 Santana, and 1 Bob Dylan. Here is a link to a Bob Dylan show in Louisville I recorded recently. A Santana show in Evansville is on the same youtube account. There is a BB King June 2013 Evansville show I recorded on Sugarmegs and a 2013 Dark Star Orchestra Bloomington, Indiana show on archive.org (I used to work for the Internet Archive in SF in 2008.)
https://youtu.be/Zf8UKMGB5j4
List of some concerts I attended
1999_June_W.C. Handy Blues Festival (John Lee Hooker)
2000_06_22_Dave Matthews Band_Noblesville, Indiana_Deer Creek
2000_06_23_Dave Matthews Band_Noblesville, Indiana_Deer Creek
2000_06_24_Dave Matthews Band_Noblesville, Indiana_Deer Creek
2001_04_20_Fugazi_Indianapolis, Indiana
2001_04_26_SCI_Louisville, Kentucky_Palace Theater
2001_04_27_SCi_Louisville, Kentucky_Palace Theater
2001_06_23_Sick-O_Fest_Winslow, Indiana
2001_07_15_String Cheese Incident, Phil Lesh and Friends_Noblesville, Indiana_Deer Creek
2001_07_22_Trey Anastasio Band_Noblesville, Indiana_Deer Creek
2001_11_02_Bob Dylan_Terre Haute, Indiana_Hulman Civic Univeristy Center
2001_11_03_Oysterhead_Lafayette, Indiana_Elliot Hall of Music
2002_June_Bonnaroo Music Festival_Manchester, Tennessee
2002_10_29_Trey Anastasio Band_Louisville, Kentucky_Palace Theater
2002_12_30_Umphrey's Mcgee_Chicago, Illinois_The Vic
2002_12_31_Moe._Chicago, Illinois_Aragon
2003_02_20_Phish_Chicago, Illinois_Allstate Arena
2003_02_21_Phish_Cincinnati, Ohio_U.S. Bank Arena
2003_02_22_Phish_Cincinnati, Ohio_U.S. Bank Arena
2003_05_09_Jammin' On Jersey_Murat Theatre Parking Lot_Indianapolis, Indiana
2003_June_Bonnaroo Music Festival_Manchester, Tennessee
2003_07_21_Phish_Noblesville, Indiana_Deer Creek
2003_07_22_Phish_Noblesville, Indiana_Deer Creek
2003_07_23_Phish_Noblesville, Indiana_Deer Creek
2003_08_02_Moe., Bob Dylan, The Dead_Joliet, Illinois_Route 66 RaceWay
2003_08_05_Bob Dylan, The Dead_Noblesville, Indiana_Deer Creek
2003_08_24_Stephen Malkmus and The Jicks, Radiohead_St. Louis, Missouri, UMB Bank Pavillion
2003_August_Moe.Down music festival_Turin, New York
2003_10_31_Moe._Chicago, Illinois_Aragon Ballroom
2003_12_30_Moe._Philadelphia, Pennsylvania_Electric Factory
2003_12_31_Maceo Parker and Moe._Camden, New Jersey_Tweeter Center
2004_02_03_Moe._St. Louis, Missouri_The Pageant
2004_02_20_Yonder Mountain String Band_Louisville, Kentucky_Headliners
2004_02_21_Galactic_New Orleans, Louisiana_Tipitinas
2004_May_Summercamp Music Festival_Chillicothe, Illinois
2004_June_Bonnaroo Music Festival_Manchester, Tennessee
2004_06_23_Phish_Noblesville, Indiana_Deer Creek
2004_06_24_Phish_Noblesville, Indiana_Deer Creek
2004_06_25_Phish_East Troy, Wisconsin_Alpine Valley Music Theatre
2004_06_26_Phish_East Trey, Wisconsin_Alpine Valley Music Theatre
2004_07_25_The Dead_Noblesville, Indiana_Deer Creek
2004_08_10_Phish_Mansfield, Massachusetts_Great Woods
2004_08_11_Phish_Mansfield, Massachusetts_Great Woods
2004_08_12_Phish_Camden, New Jersey_Tweeter Center
2004_08_13_Phish_Coventry, Vermont_Newport State Airport
2004_08_14_Phish_Coventry, Vermont_Newport State Airport
2004_08_15_Phish_Coventry, Vermont_Newport State Airport
2004_10_31_Moe._Nashville, Tennessee_Ryman Auditorium
2005_02_25_Moe._St. Louis, Missouri_The Pageant
2005_04_15_P Funk_Nashville, Tennessee_Cannery Ballroom
2005_05_04_P Funk_Chicago, Illinois_House of Blues
2005_05_05_Widespread Panic_St. Louis, Missouri_Fox Theatre
2005_May_P Funk_Salem, Missouri_Camp Zoe
2005_May_Summer Camp Music Festival_Chillicothe, Illinois
2005_June_Bonnaroo Music Festival_Manchester, Tennessee
2005_07_16_Les Claypool_Louisville, Kentucky_Jillians
2005_07_27_Widespread Panic_Noblesville, Indiana_Deer Creek
2005_08_18_Neil Young_Nashville, Tennessee_Ryman Auditorium
2005_08_19_Neil Young_Nashville, Tennessee_Ryman Auditorium
2005_09_24_Comes A Time A Musical Tribute to Jerry Garcia_Berkeley, California_Greek Theater
2005_10_14_Widespread Panic_Nashville, Tennesee_Starwood Amphiteatre
2005_10_29_Todd Snyder, Yonder Mountain String Band_Nashville, Tennessee_War Memorial Auditorium
2005_11_05_Ravi Shankar Festival of India_Chicago, Illinois_Symphony Center
2005_11_25_Phil Lesh and Friends_Chicago, Illinois_Chicago Theater
2005_11_26_Phil Lesh and Friends_Chicago, Illinois_Chicago Theater
2005_11_27_Phil Lesh and Friends_Milwaukee, Wisconsin_Eagles Ballroom
2005_12_12_Phil Lesh and Friends_Atlanta, Georgia_Fox Theater
2005_12_13_Phil Lesh and Friends_Atlanta, Georgia_Fox Theater
2005_12_30_Moe._Ashville, North Carolina_Orange Peel
2005_12-31_Sound Tribe Sector 9_Atlanta, Georgia_The Tabernacle
2006_01_25_Moe._Lousiville, Kentucy_Jillians
2006_02_03_Moe., The Disco Biscuits_Chicago, Illinois_Aragon
2006_02_17_Phil Lesh and Friends_New York, New York_Hammerstein Ballroom
2006_02_18_Phil Lesh and Friends_New York, New York_Hammerstein Ballroom
2006_02_19_Phil Lesh and Friends_New York, New York_Hammerstein Ballroom
2006_02_25_Larry Coryell_Lousville, Kentucky_Jazz Factory
2006_03_11_Ricky Skaggs_Lousiville, Kentucky_Palace Theater
2006_03_11_Railroad Earth_Louisville, Kentucky, Headliners Music Hall
2006_03_19_P Funk_Cincinnati, Ohio_Bogarts
2006_04_07_Project Object_Louisville, Kentucky_Headliners Music Hall
2006_04_15_Toots and the Maytalls_Bloomington, Indiana_Bluebird Nightclub
2006_05_18_Phil Lesh and Frends_San Francisco, California_Warfield Theater
2006_05_19_Phil Lesh and Friends_San Francisco, California_Warfield Theater
2006_05_20_Wavy Gravy's Birthday Concert_Berkley, California_Berkley Community Theater
2006_06_23_Radiohead_Berkeley, California_Greek Theater
2006_06_24_Zappa Plays Zappa_San Francisco, CA_Warfield Theater
2006_07_14_Phil Lesh and Friends_Columbus, Ohio_Lifestyles Community Pavillion
2006_07_15_Phil Lesh and Friends_Indianpolis, Indiana_White River State Park
2006_07_18_Phil Lesh and Friends_Louisville, Kentucky_Palace Theater
2006_08_02_Widespread Panic_Louisville, Kentucky_Palace Theater
2006_09_22_The Mars Volta_Chicago, Illinois_Aragon Ballroom
2006_09_30_Roger Waters_Noblesville, Indiana_Deer Creek
2006_10_17_Widespread Panic_Evansville, Indiana_The Centre
2007_P Funk_San Francisco, California_Fillmore
2007_05_18_Wavy Gravy's Birthday Concert_San Francisco, California, Grand Ballroom
2007_09_20_Donna Jean and The Tricksters with Bob Weir_Marin, California_Sweetwater Music Hall
2007_09_23_Phil Lesh and Friends_Berkeley, California_Greek Theater
2007_11_27_Phil Lesh and Friends_San Franciso, California_Warfield Theater
2007_12_31_Mars Volta_San Francisco, California_Bill Graham Civic Auditorium
2008_01_25_Phil Lesh and Friends_San Francisco, California_Fillmore
2008_01_26_Phil Lesh and Friends_San Francisco, California_Bill Graham civic Auditorium
2008_02_04_Deadheads for Obama_San Francisco, California_Warfield Theater (listened to the concert from the side door)
2008_05_13_Phil Lesh and Friends with Bob Weir_San Francisco, California_Closing of the Warfield
2008_05_14_Phil Lesh and Friends with Mark Karan_San Francisco, California_Closing of the Warfield
2008_05_16_Hot Tuna_San Francisco, California_Great American Music Hall
2008_05_17_Phil Lesh and Friends with Sikiru Adepoju and Henry Kaiser_San Francisco, California_Closing of the Warfield
2008_05_18_Phil Lesh and Friends with Bob Weir_San Francisco, California_Closing of the Warfield
2008_07_Smashing Pumpkins_San Francisco, California_Fillmore
2008_June_Harmony Festival_Sonoma, California
2008_July_Oregon Country Fair_Eugene, Oregon
2008_11_03_Experience Hendrix Tour_San Francisco, California_Masonic Center
2008_11_Rubber Soldiers_Berkeley, California_Ashkenaz
2008_12_13_Rex Foundation Concert_San Francisco, California_Grand Ballroom
2008_12_30_Phil Lesh and Friends and Ratdog_San Francisco, California_Bill Graham Civic Auditorium
2008_12_31_Phil Lesh and Friends and Ratdog_San Francisco, California_Bill Graham Civic Auditorium
2009_June_W.C. Handy Blues Festival_Henderson, Kentucky
2010_03_03_Furthur_Chicago, Illinois_Auditorium Theater of Roosevelt University
2011_08_02_Bob Dylan_Evansville, Indiana_Roberts Stadium
2011_11_21_Furthur_Indianapolis, Indiana_Murat Theater
2013_02_06_Dark Star Orchestra_Bloomington, Indiana_Buskirk Chumley Theater
2013_06_05_Boscoe France Band, B.B. King_Evansville, Indiana_Victory Theater
2013_06_14_W.C. Handy Blues Festival_Henderson, Kentucky

I wish they would go away.
They have spent years punishing me for anything and everything. If I'm really so horrible why do they keep trying to find me and pretend everything's cool?
Any time I point out what they have done to me, it's either ignored completely and they claim it never happened or that I deserved it.
They've stolen from me, sexually harassed me, lied/used/abused me.
They made me think i was a disgusting worthless piece of shit that nobody could love. and that I needed to do whatever I could to get their affection. I bent over backwards, jumped through hoops, rarely slept and in panic mode 24/7 the years that i was with them. At one point I had to pay them to be with me. I sent them on many flights and bought them gaming consoles multiple times. I've pulled them out of a busy street in nyc after they were throwing trash cans and other debri at cars during one of their many tantrums.
I got them an easy job at my very nice office (after they whined & complained that they weren't a gold digger they just couldn't get a job) which they promptly didn't show up for and ignored all phone calls because they "needed to shower." (this man was a neat freak and constantly ordering me to bathe more since he was so repulsed by me.) Most of our relationship was him being offended/disgusted/upset by me and me trying desperately to "fix" myself.
He would throw tantrums because I didn't take him out enough, even though I had to work long hours and he was an adult older than me with free access to my bank cards in nyc - he could go out all day and do whatever he wanted, but because I was t there to hold his hand I "kept him prisoner and slave"... though it was his idea to do any cleaning and he would just get drunk while mopping...
And after we were broken up, they both kept showing up where I lived to harass/cause drama. In front of my landlords, roommates, he'd even show up while I had dates over.
He lives with my mother, and calls her mom. He told me to stay away from "his" family though they always reach out to me saying they "miss" me.
But I remember when he would scream at me that I wasn't as good as the "mom" before me. And I was also his "mom" at one point. (I had to feed him and deal with tantrums when he didnt want the food available, dress him, help him walk, and deal with him threatening to run away in the middle of the night...) But they tell me that their relationship isn't sexual...
Not only that but I get to watch my mother do all the motherly things she never did for me. As a child I was never wanted and told that children should never be heard so my mouth was covered with duct tape. My mother purposely ignored or laughed at me whenever I was injured or sad. When I broke my leg she accused me of lying, even after a doctor visit and a cast + crutches, I had to crawl on the floor across the house to fetch her remote or other things she was only a foot away from. They ignored everything to do with my schooling (fuck events, recitals, awards, etc) and didn't let me out of the house to do anything else.. but now she does all of this for her "new" children and wouldn't dare spank them like they would with my bare little girl bottom.
That is also only the tip of the iceberg, not even going into detail about how she knowingly left me in the hands of an older man (that openly expressed his desire for my underage self and everyone laughed) while she went to play bingo in a city 5 hours away.
Or the time she stopped her car in the middle of the road and walked off. While I had no license, couldn't drive, and also had her giant ass macaw bird latched into my shoulder (because she liked driving her birds around) and when I started walking down the highway she screams at me that I'm stealing her bird (that again, will not let go of me.) And left me there.
Or just a few years ago, when I finally came to live with her after she begged me over and over saying how much she missed me and then promptly evicted me and took in my ex who they both say they love each other and are so so happy together. I can't talk to one without the other knowing everything. They keep secrets for each other but anything I say is made into public mockery.
I finally moved to another city to get away from him, but they are still trying to find me. He visits the city I live in now frequently, purposely setting up long distance dates with women that live here, and posting about it in my local subreddit.
I really wish they would go away, forever. It seems like nothing I say matters, no matter how many times I tell them they aren't wanted or how nasty I get they won't leave me alone. I know this is what they want, to isolate me and make me feel like I'm a monster. They spread lies about me to their friends & family, saying I did things that never happened, but ofc completely denying anything they've actually done to me.
Their relationship hurts me in ways I cannot describe, and I know they relish that. I want to kill myself sometimes just so I never have to see or hear from them again but I know they would just love that as a new pity token to use.
The silver lining here is now I'm in a safer place with those that truly love me, they care for me and help me in ways that nobody ever has before. They tell me I'm full of love & joy and that I deserve to be cared for, something my ex and mother would never ever say to me. I'm grateful for them but I know my issues/mental health is too far gone and too much to dump on them all the time.
I know these toxic fucks are just trying to ruin that too.

On paper it really does seem like Macragge is the one of the most heavily defended planets in the Imperium. It lies in the heart of Ultramar and any invading force has to go through the Ultramar Auxilia, Ultramar Defense fleet and 10 Ultramarine Successor Chapters permanently assigned to guard Ultramar. However it has one liability that may not be so obvious:
A massive civilian population
Macragge is the political, economic and financial heart of the 500 Worlds and as such, not only has a population in the tens (if not hundreds) of billions but it also has a similar number of induviduals constantly transiting through the planet at all times.
This makes this planet extremely vulnerable to infiltration by more subtle enemies: Chaos cults, Genestealers, Alpha Legion agents, Tau spies or even agents sent by the High Lords/Inquisition.
An Imperial Fist best describes this weakness here:
"Macragge is a capital world, sir, and this port is its great harbour. Macragge rules an empire of five hundred worlds, sir – the realm of Ultramar. It may even come to rule over the Imperium. It has a port that reflects that role, a port built for trade and commerce, a port built to serve the mercantile needs of peace. Yes, you have fortified it. But it is still not secure. It may withstand an assault, but can it filter out the illegal entry of our enemies? I believe it is reasonable to expect that those killers who meant to take the life of your primarch are not the only intruders currently here on Macragge.”
- From: Unremembered Empire
The biggest evidence of this vulnerability was the detonation of a nuclear device on one of Macragge's orbital landing platforms during the Iron Warrior Invasion of Ultramar. Although they never managed to actually get to the planet itself, Honsou was able to smuggle two atomic weapons onto the Ultramarine Homeworld. One of them was detected and neutralized by an Ultramarine scout team but the other one was succesfully detonated:
The platforms were thick with shouting voices, machine noise and hot fumes. Orbit-capable ships came and went in rigorously controlled schedules, and the backwash of atmospheric jets filled the air with light and noise. A pair of translifters from the Helion demi-plate were one platform over, offloading a host of blinking pilgrims. Other ships were spread further afield, bringing yet more pilgrims, workers and hopeful aspirants to Macragge.
[...]
A second later, he was proved right as a blinding flash threw Telion’s shadow out before him. He shielded his eyes and turned to see a miniature mushroom cloud of detonation claw its way into the horizon.
‘One of the littoral platforms,’ said Kaetan.
- From: Torias Telion: The Eye of Vengeance
Another thing to consider is the fact that Macragge has to take in a large amount of refugees during active conflicts in Ultramar as many civilians in the 500 Worlds instinctively flee towards what they consider to be the safest place in the segmentum when their worlds are under attack. This results in a lot of security and administrative resources being devoted to processing these induviduals before they are allowed on the planets. This also leads to overcrowding as well as the potential spread of disease and unrest among the orbital stations over Macragge.
This was most evident in the wake of the Shadow Crusade where a significant chunk of Ultramar was destroyed by the World Eaters/Word Bearers invasion and Macragge was swamped with refugees:
The immigration halls of the Helion orbital plate were vast, but now they were overcrowded and had begun to smell. Helion was the outermost grav-adjusted hard anchorage circling Macragge, and the largest and oldest of all the capital world’s orbital plates. Battleships, bulk carriers, barges and gross tenders clung to the edges of it like piglets to a sow’s teats.
[...]
He could smell the stale odours of his own body, and the reek of the hall around them. There was crying and wailing everywhere, echoed by the orbital’s unforgiving acoustics.
‘What is Guilliman thinking?’ asked old Habbard. He coughed, shaking his head. ‘I thought he was a kind king, a noble man. But he keeps us penned like animals.’
‘I thought he was a warrior,’ grumbled the sulking youth, Tulik. ‘Some warrior. He let Calth get scoured to ashes.’
‘Come on, hush, all of you,’ John said. ‘We’ve all been through hard times. Our beloved primarch… and let’s be respectful, shall we, old man?’ John looked at Habbard, who shrugged and nodded in apologetic agreement.
- From: Unremembered Empire

Good day
A little Bank story I've been doing this on and on since I was a teenager nothing real professional just backyard parties with a laptop pcdj and some songs on an external hard drive
I believe I did my grandfather celebration of life purely off CD
Last year my sister's sister-in-law was getting married and asked me for advice on the right speaker to end upon further investigation I couldn't let them do what they were doing and ended up DJing it with two Spotify premium accounts offline on two separate laptops what a nightmare
Because I had Irish Celtic music punk rock emo '90s 2000 pop country classic rock and whatever else I'm forgetting
The takeaway is what I've learned Need to get better at sequencing need to start purchasing and collecting music again so I can use actual software again and have my beats per minute and so on
Need to request that they make an itinerary that I'm supposed to follow as opposed to I guess we should do this now eh
I haven't till August of next year to perfect my skills as one of my friends from that wedding him and his partner loved what I did and want me to do their wedding and I definitely want to do better with that one and I did the last but really
One of my best friends has asked me to do his wedding when it comes up in the years to come provided his girl says yes
And that one I have to knock out of the park
Anyways now there's a bit of backstory and things
What's a good way to get better at sequencing how can I perfect my skills what's your recommendation on software I would like to invest in the controller down the road maybe for the next event is that really necessary in your opinion or can I do without it any advice is welcomed

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Hi all.
Recently applied for a new position. I am a phd candidate with a thesis submission in a couple of months. On my resume i forgot to make clear the "candidate" part (new resume old one was clear) but the date of completion was also set for my thesis submission date set for August (clearly a degree still not earned).
Job offer came through and the provost is calling me ph.d and dr. Clearly unaware of my current candidacy and the program director obviouslydidnt pass this along to him. I made explicit in my interview that i was a candidate. I contacted the program director regarding this and he said to play it out. Basically continue the lie to get the pay check until you actually obtain your phd.
While many of you will be shocked by this; i see his point. The salary offer was relative garbage particularly for a phd and does not bode well going forward. Also, if they are not able to notice my lack of degree certification for my doctorate, then to be honest i feel its on them. I have ticked the "mr" box in my application to the provost. I have again stated explicitly that i am a candidate in the application. If its missed...then laughig to the bank i go? Milk it as most likely by next contract signing ill have my phd.
So, what would you do? I think of my colleagues questioning me and how i can respond. I think of potential future issues. I want to be honest and do the right thing but part of me is hoping that they simply do not notice.
Thoughts? You may downvote me for my evil ways.

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Hello,
Just got my Capital One Venture X recently and am very happy with the card so far so I'm considering of getting the SavorOne so I can get more points to use in Cap1 Portal/transfer out the points.
Here are all my cards that I'm using right now:

• Citi Custom Cash - 5% dining (avg $150-$250/month)
• Amex Blue Cash Everyday - 3% grocery
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My monthly spending normally is on dining, grocery, and some online shopping. Once I get the SavorOne, does it make sense to use SavorOne for dining + grocery and Custom Cash for online purchases (use BoA for online shopping once ?

I know there are one or two official leagues, and ULAX runs a winter season in LA, but I was wondering if anyone had put together any casual pick-up games.

Hi all.
Recently applied for a new position. I am a phd candidate with a thesis submission in a couple of months. On my resume i forgot to make clear the "candidate" part (new resume old one was clear) but the date of completion was also set for my thesis submission date set for August (clearly a degree still not earned).
Job offer came through and the provost is calling me ph.d and dr. Clearly unaware of my current candidacy and the program director obviouslydidnt pass this along to him. I made explicit in my interview that i was a candidate. I contacted the program director regarding this and he said to play it out. Basically continue the lie to get the pay check until you actually obtain your phd.
While many of you will be shocked by this; i see his point. The salary offer was relative garbage particularly for a phd and does not bode well going forward. Also, if they are not able to notice my lack of degree certification for my doctorate, then to be honest i feel its on them. I have ticked the "mr" box in my application to the provost. I have again stated explicitly that i am a candidate in the application. If its missed...then laughig to the bank i go? Milk it as most likely by next contract signing ill have my phd.
So, what would you do? I think of my colleagues questioning me and how i can respond. I think of potential future issues. I want to be honest and do the right thing but part of me is hoping that they simply do not notice.
Thoughts? You may downvote me for my evil ways.

The Battle You Can Never Win
Years ago, aboard a poorly maintained ship, in a dimly lit cargo hold with stained mats haphazardly thrown on the ground, a young girl glared at the old man before her. Her breath came in ragged heaves, her clothes were stained with sweat, and her exposed skin was covered in welts from the older mans bamboo blade. She was on the ground while the man was standing up straight, his breathing only slightly faster than normal but otherwise gave no hint that only moments before he had been swinging his practice sword like a demented blender.
The girl tried to stand but instead fell back down. “Why, the fuck are you making me do all this.” She growled at the man. Earning her a quick smack to the side for her foul mouth and impertinence. “Fuck!” she cursed, earning another strike in the process.
She continued to glare at the old bastard, most people usually flinched under her hateful glare. Especially the weak prey-like Xenos, they always coward at her wrath. But the old bastard didn’t. He just watched her with a calm and patient gaze.
The man was silent for a while before he sighed and looked to the pipes and looses wires along the ceiling. “You ask why I make you train? Why I push you unlike all the others? The better question is why you resist my teaching?” he looked down at her again. “You are taller than most men, you are naturally stronger than a girl has any right to be, and your fire is enough to melt iron. And yet you resist my attempts to polish those advantages. By all rights you should seek every chance to better yourself. And yet you don’t.”
“What’s the fuckin point? Like you said, I’m strong, and being already human makes me faster and tougher than everything out there. So what’s the point in training with stupid swords?”
He frowned, but didn’t strike her again for her foul mouth. “You are stronger than most creatures in this galaxy. But not all. The Kaydic are as strong as a grizzly, and if they get a good charge going they can pass through brick walls like they were wet paper. The Balikstro are faster on four legs than we can ever be on two. Any Uplifted Mammaloid could easily disembowel you with a careless swipe. And that isn’t mentioning the true monsters out there like the Aunviry.”
“Okay, yeah they’re all better. So what’s the point in training if they’re always going to be better than me? I’m only human.” She whined as she felt the growing bruise on her side.
“Because you don’t train for the battle that you can win, but for the battle that you’ll always lose. Because on those days the only thing that will keep you alive is training, good reflexes, and hardened combat experience. They are how you will win the battle you can never win.”
“That doesn’t make sense old man.” The girl snarked.
The air cracked, a brown sword blurred, and the girl let out a yelp as her ass was struck by a Shinai.
The old man who decided to be her mentor continued. “And the only way you get there is by training every day until your hands bleed and your legs give out.”
The girl glared at the old man, but she saw the sense in the words. Even if she hated the old man and his stupid sword. “Fine, but can we call it here. I have a cargo shift tomorrow.”
He looked down at her hands a tilted his head. “Your hands aren’t bleeding yet.” He said blandly as if remarking on the weather.
Daisey groaned, but got up anyways.
The old bastard Mizuno really did make her work until her hands began to bleed before letting her crawl off to her hammock in the sweltering space above the engine bay. She only got a few hours of sleep before the ship docked with the pirate capital and she had to spend the next ten hours moving cargo off the Black Saint.
And after that, when she had finally gotten to sit for a few minutes Mizuno found her and dragged her back to his ‘dojo’ for another round.
She had hated it at the time. Hated him. Hated the shitty rusty ship. Hated almost everyone one onboard. And hated those stupid bamboo swords.
But in time the pain paid off, and those skills that had been beaten into her the hard way saved her life when Greyson’s crazy bitch of a lieutenant tried to kill Daisey in some back alley on Parox. And later those same skills allowed her to best the men she had eventually called Sensei instead of Bastard.
~~~*~~~
It was strange to feel nostalgic for a time where everything sucked, and you hated everyone around you. But fighting Zera again brought back those bittersweet memories. She had hated Mizuno so much back then, but the man who had decided to mentor her eventually became one of the most influential figures in her life. Aster may hate her father and everything about him, but she couldn’t ever hate the heritage he had unwittingly tied her too. Because it was the same culture Mizuno had loved with all his heart. Warts and all.
Zera fought like a deranged beast. Slashing and stabbing with wild abandon. But while she had received some training to polish out her blind aggression, she never took Mizuno’s philosophy to heart. Greyson had ordered Mizuno to share his teaching with Zera just like he did with Daisey. But where Daisey, now Astarte, had accepted his ideas of training for the battle you’ll always lose top heart.
Zera hadn’t.
Zera learned how to cut better and how to save her strength. But once she had learned that she used her strength and youth to overpower Mizuno-sensei in sparring matches. While Daisey had restrained her own strength where she could so as to better learn Mizuno’s skill and techniques.
Even when after she had fought off Zera and took her spot as Greyson’s right hand she still trained until her hands bled. Even when she left the Terran Pirates and drifted around with her mother she trained. And when she met Karega and got a ship of her own she continued to train for the battle she would never win.
It was that mindset that let her finally surpass her old mentor during their final battle on the central Temple of Temple city. The very same mindset that let her match blows with a vile abomination like Kazlum and his brood. A literal battle she had no right ever winning. And it was the same teachings that she would use to beat this cyborg blast from the past.
Zera’s metal exterior was too tough for Astarte to cut. And it was highly unlikely that Astarte would ever exhaust her. But while she failed to land any actual wounds on her opponent, Zera the Butcher couldn’t land any on Astarte.
Zera aimed her mantis like blades at the kinks in Aster’s armor, but Aster’s reflexes and agility was enough to dodge and deflect Zera’s attacks.
But time was not on her side in this fight. Human endurance was legendary and superior to anything any other biological species could replicate. But no amount of sweat or anaerobic exertion would ever match the ceaseless movements of a machine.
Zera also had plenty of tricks hidden within her robotic limbs. The extra power in her legs had nearly bowled Astarte over when she triggered it as their blades were crossed. A third use had allowed her to dart to Astarte’s and strike at her thigh. Zera had found a kink in her armor, but a single step back had spared Astarte from any real damage.
Her leg felt warm and sticky as blood trailed down. But it was only a flesh wound and nothing that would hinder her mobility.
That attack had finally allowed Astarte to see exactly how Zera kept leaping forward. Somehow she was building up energy in her leg which could be released. A joint opened around where a bulging calf should have been and allowed her to double the length of her leg and gave her explosive forward momentum when used right. In the heat of battle Astarte couldn’t make heads or tails of the mechanism, she saw wires, tubes, and what looked like a hydraulic valve thing. She didn’t need to understand it at the moment though, right now knowing there was a way past the tough metal shell and into some more vulnerable internals was all that mattered.
The assassins’ arms also had a similar ability. But instead of explosively doubling the length of her arm Zera could have curved blade on her forearm launch forward in a powerful stabbing motion. Astarte dodged one of those attacks and saw the blade punch through the concrete of a nearby building. Zera had been stuck in the wall for only a second as she used the leg extension to pull her out and launch her back into melee with Astarte.
Zera also had a wider range of motion than Astarte was used to seeing in a human shoulder joint. When Astarte had rolled under a swing and came up for a slash at her exposed back the other arm was capable of swinging a full 180° backwards and deflecting her blow.
The way the arm had rotated in the joint had unnerved Astarte. She would have shivered in horror if had been given a moment to do so.
Those tricks had surprised Astarte the first time she saw them. And only quick thinking kept her alive. But once she saw them, she was capable of accounting for them and making her plans around them. She had fought enough alien opponents to know how to compensate for strange physiologies. The Aunviry for example had been far stranger to deal with than this borged-out human woman.
Sparks rang from their clashes and Astarte began to look for any more surprises. But as the fight stretched on Astarte began to suspect that Zera had already played her hand. And if she was reserving something then it was probably something she could only do once. With the factors accounted for, Astarte began to plan her actual counterattack, no more probing.
She couldn’t do much about the powerful arm attacks besides dodge, and couldn’t hope her armor could take the hit. The legs presented a weak point, but not one easy to get at. She would have to bait Zera into a launching attack and then sidestep fast enough to stab into her leg. A risky maneuver.
She thought about the full rotational ability in the arm joint. She didn’t know much about engineering, but she remembered some of Alwen’s lectures on the shoulder joint area after the Battle for the Confederacy. Alwen had to reset several bones in that region and she had taken the time to explain everything instead of just doing it. It was a complicated joint, and already prone to coming out of its socket. Did enhancing that range of motion come with any added structural weakness?
It was an idea.
As the fight drew on Astarte began to feel Zera speed up as her strikes became more and more sure. Astarte realized there was another blatant weakness that Zera had carried with her from the days she was fully human. Her mind.
Zera had a mercurial temper, plenty of triggers, and was highly unstable. And Astarte knew how to use all that to her advantage.
“You wanna know the funny part.” Astarte said in between blows. “Greyson didn’t even care that you were gone.” She taunted in between breaths. There was a reason most real combat didn’t have witty banter or heart felt speeches between foes. Every breath counted and wasting it on speaking was stupid. But she judged it to be worth the effort.
“Didn’t even question me about. Just said ‘Zera’s gone, now you will guard my back’” Astarte teased. “Then not even a week later I was second in command and got to sleep in his comfy bed.” She gave Zera a sloppy self-satisfied grin.
In reality Daisey hadn’t wanted to be Greyson’s guard, nor sleep in the same bed as a forty something man with the reputation for fucking anything with a hole and a heart beat. But she had little choice in the matter if she wanted to stay alive and keep working with the Terran Pirates.
The assassin’s eyes flared “And then you killed him like the deceptive whore you are!” she roared with another predicable jab.
“Of course I did, I refused to be the latest women he ruined and dumped into the gutter.” Astarte countered as she side stepped the blow. She was really glad Mizuno-sensei drilled her foot work so often, it was paying dividends at the moment. “Face it, your days were numbered. If it wasn’t me it would have been him.”
“LIAR!” Zera roared as she overextended again.
It didn’t offer Astarte the opening she looking for, so instead she went for a different sort of weak point. No matter how much her body changed there was one place that had to stay mostly organic.
No one fucked with the brain, not the Toy man, not the Union, and not the people who rebuilt Zera. It was too delicate to touch and far too complex. Just wiring in an advanced cybernetic eyeball to the optic nerve had caused a knock-on effect in Astarte’s head. And that was just a peripheral change.
The hilt of Tenken rammed into Zera’s face, smacking the same place she had dented earlier. There was a thud, like the sound of a dropped metal can, and then the sound of shattering glass. Zera stumbled back and put a hand up to her face where Astarte’s strike had warped the metal enough to loosen up her left eye out of its artificial eye socket. The eye had fallen and shattered at Astarte’s feet, and it now leaked a white fluid.
Zera looked up and Astarte saw the strange deformed metal plate of her face all scrunched up on one side. Half her lip was pulled up in a permanent smile while the more mobile part of her face scowled. She charged right back at Astarte and her right arm splint down the middle, Astarte saw the prongs of a stun weapon race towards her just as the other arm came up for a slash at her face. Astarte stood her ground, took the prongs, and lifted arm to intercept the blade.
The electricity didn’t feel like waves of fire like she had expected, but instead like all her muscles just got pulled at once. She felt her knees go weak as they wanted to buckle. But she gritted her teeth, remained on her feet, and took the pain. This was nothing compared to when she caught in that Egh’ahd sneak attack, nor when she fought Kazlum and had been bitch slapped across a whole room. This was a pain she could handle.
And compared to the electricity coursing through he the Mantis blade in her arm was nothing.
With one arm occupied in tasing her, and the other wedged into the bone of her forearm Astarte knew she wouldn’t get another chance like this. She grabbed the bladed arm with her other hand and with a twist of her hips, threw the Cyborg over her shoulder.
The assassin hit the ground with a thud and Astarte moved foot on her back.
The blade in her arm cut back upwards, got caught in the plates of her arm guard, and snapped off by the hinge. The pain in the arm grew too much to bear so she let that arm fall limp as her other arm held onto the assassin now beneath her feet and pulled. Zera let out a scream that hit the far range of human vocal cords and dipped into a sound only possible in dogs, dolphins, and machines. It even began to stutter like a corrupted audio file.
Even her voice was fake.
Then there was a pop and rip, and the arm came clean off.
Astarte stood there holding the still clothed arm in her hands as white fluids leaked out of the cyborgs open joint. Astarte glanced to the fake arm in her hands then down to the struggling cyborg, and with little hesitation lifted the arm and proceeded to beat the womans head in with her own arm.
Or she would have if a heavily distorted voice hadn’t interrupted her bludgeoning.
“FREEZE!”
Astarte turned to stare at the cloaked black figure of the Arbiter aiming a pulse rifle right at her.
Astarte then raised her hands above her head, still holding the prosthetic arm. “It was self defense” Astarte said to the unwavering gaze of the Arbiter. A flicker of her eye into the Ultraviolet showed the scowling face of a much-recovered Rachel glaring at both of them.
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