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howtofightwrite · 10 months ago

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So happy you're back after all this time! I have a question, do you happen to know how people fought in ancient rome? Particularly gladiators and soldiers? Sorry if this isn't the blog for this question tho!

I think we've covered both of these questions independently over the years.

Gladiators were a performance sport. It was more about glorifying the Roman Empire and its victories, than a conventional fight. As a result, most Gladiators were armed with specific variant, “loadouts,” designed to cosplay as various enemies that The Empire had conquered, and they only fought against specific countering variants. Specifically, the variants would be matched in such a way that it would be difficult for either combatant to have a decisive advantage over the other, with an eye towards creating situations that would result in a lot of visible injuries, without serious harm to either participant.

In case it needs to be said, gladiators were a significant financial investment, and they weren't casually killed in the arena. The point was for visible injuries, and a bloody spectacle, not a slaughter. Sometimes someone would die, but having them die on the field wasn't the intention, and they generated a lot of money, and on the rare cases when they were killed, it was meant to be a climactic moment, not someone taking a blade to the gut and collapsing mid-fight.

Obviously, I'm barely scratching the surface here, because it gets a lot deeper, but the simple answer is that in the vast majority of cases, gladiators were armed with weapons that were designed to make seriously harming their foe difficult to impossible. Also, the gladiators were something that evolved and became more complicated over time. When they first started in the Republic, it was a much more stripped down structure with prisoners of war being given a sword and shield and forced to face off against one another.

As for the Roman Legions. I'm not sure I've ever seen a comprehensive description of their training techniques. The Testudo, (or Tortoise) is one of the more famous examples of their specific combat style. Legionaries would create a shield wall, and the soldiers behind the front line would raise their shields to cover the formation against attacks from above (usually arrow fire, or thrown spears.) While being able to strike with javelins. In practice, the formation had issues, including being vulnerable to siege fire, and mounted archers were able to easily flank the formation. It's a neat story, but the formation had serious limitations.

One thing we haven't talked about before (I think) was the Roman's use of biological warfare. During sieges, they would load (locally sourced, I assume) corpses onto catapults, and then launch them into the besieged city.

Beyond, the major thing about the Legions was the extremely disciplined and orderly combat formations, with a lot of attention paid to managing battlefield movement. It wasn't so much about exceptional individual performance, so much as their ability to operate as a unit. This isn't a particularly mind blowing concept today, but in an era when professional soldiers were the exception, or limited to the elite forces, it had slightly more impact.

Regarding the details of their training, I've never seen any of that come up. Now, granted, I've really tried to research that degree of Roman history. So, if you're asking, “how, exactly, did they swing the gladius?” I don't know, and I don't remember ever seeing anyone credibly claim they had that insight. As far as I know, the only surviving Roman training manual was De Re Militari, (there's around 200 surviving Latin copies) which is far more concerned with overall strategic planning and command. If you're trying to write Roman era military fiction, it's probably worth reading. So, I'm not sure this is exactly what you were looking for, but I do hope it helps.

-Starke

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whyeverr · 1 year ago

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things I’m excited for (in no particular order):

exterior wall-mounted AC units, squat toilets, the hard plastic chair

the water heater (yes it feels like this belongs in a City Living refresh but I can’t deny my feelings for her! 🥵)

hopscotch and marbles and sky lanterns 🥹

the rice cooker and new functional tea pot and all the delicious looking new foods (all the new foods look so good lately!)

Cringe trait and the elder-specific Wise trait 🫶🏻

deco tuk tuks

the real estate sign and new communal mailboxes (with indoor and outdoor options!)

the glimmer of hope I’m keeping alive for angled gable options in build mode — am I dreaming or is the building in the bottom right (with the kind of roofline I’m talking about) not a deco building? you can see through the windows…

#this list is very build mode focused #the tenant / landlord gameplay mechanics seem fun as well #even if some of the elements feel very city living refresh 🥲#genuinely excited to explore this pack #and to learn a bunch about thai architecture from build planning and research 🥰#but also to make the landgraabs shitty landlords 😀

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fleshengine · 19 days ago

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The AC unit mounted on the wall here has something wrong with its (I assume) compressor. It sounds like it’s panting, or getting a good fuck.

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jadagul · 2 hours ago

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I have a dumb problem with my climate control that the internet isn't helping with.

I have wall-mounted units in each room, each with its own thermostat. (They're not window AC units; it's a whole-building system that has a separate fan unit and control panel in each room.) And the thermostat temperatures tend to be wildly off from the room temperatures.

But the thermostats aren't broken! I have an infrared thermometer to double-check, and the thermostats are (more or less) correctly reporting their own temperatures. There's just a steep temperature gradient from the thermostat to, like, a foot away from the thermostat.

The thermostat reads 83; my IR reports the thermostat around 78; the temperature of most of the objects in the room is like 71.

I can exert some manual control but the point of having a thermostat is to, you know, not have to exert manual control. Anyone have ideas on how to improve this? (Would pointing a fan at the thermostat help?)

#bleg #climate control

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frogs-in3-hills · 2 years ago

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Day 15 of the @domaystic prompt challenge: "Junk mail"

Ace Attorney | Gen | SFW | 2,383 words

Relationship: Maya Fey & Miles Edgeworth

POV Miles Edgeworth

Summary: Maya doesn’t know how to use computers, and Miles receives a very strange email indeed.

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The first thing Miles does upon getting back to his hotel after the prosecutor’s dinner is to take a moment, his back pressed up against the door, and breathe.

The room is high up---seventh story---and while he’d dealt with worse at his own office back in Los Tokyo, tonight had still been far from an easy climb. Only an hour ago, he’d been eating his weight in gourmet Austrian cuisine and chasing it down with a tad too much Riesling wine. In addition, it’s beginning to occur to him that his knees are not quite what they used to be. Coupled with the fact that his focus for the day had largely been dedicated to appearing presentable, courteous, and as “normal” as he possibly could be… it was all a perfect recipe for the complete exhaustion that he is now suffering the consequences of. It’s a weight that had been growing all throughout the day, but only now does he have the opportunity to wince so openly at the growing headache it fosters.

He squints out at the wide, glistening hotel window that overlooks the city, the sheer curtains that frame it flowing gently from the force of the automatic heating unit mounted below them on the wall. His laptop sits on the small wooden desk beside the bed, still open. He’d forgotten to close it this morning before leaving, it seems.

He considers the pros and cons of checking it before collapsing into a much-needed sleep. Miles is the kind of person who monitors his emails closely, answers them regularly and promptly, sorts those that are needed, and discards the ones that aren’t. A warring anxiety rises in his chest at the thought of leaving a potentially important message to stew in his inbox overnight, so he manages to push himself off from the door frame, loosening his cravat a little as he walks, but not removing it yet.

He navigates the laptop with swift proficiency. It seems his worries are for nothing---he quickly fields one or two easy questions from some students that had attended his speaking engagement this morning, then marks another one that would require a bit more thought, so that he may answer it before work tomorrow. All in all, nothing to be concerned over.

Without thinking much of it, he moves to his junk mail, fully expecting there to be nothing of value within it.

There are one or two advertisements, his name stiltedly inserted into the subject line in a sad attempt at familiarity. But in addition to that, there’s something suspicious waiting near the top sent only two hours ago:

[email protected]

Mr. Edgeworth

The moon cast an ethereal glow upon the desolate rooftop, where a solitary figure halted…

This is strange. Miles doesn’t recognize this email, and the sight of his name waiting unaccompanied in the subject line is a bit foreboding, in all honesty. The text preview does not provide much more clarity.

He clicks onto it, resolving not to click any of the links that may be lying in wait inside, ready to pounce and infect his laptop with all sorts of material and code that could prove problematic.

The moon cast an ethereal glow upon the desolate rooftop, where a solitary figure halted, panting, his silhouette cut from the fabric of the night. The Steel Samurai passed his tired eyes over the city, wishing desperately for just just a moment of rest in the midst of this chase, laid bare like this before its pulsating heart. But… that heart was still tainted by the lingering shadows of crime and corruption, and he was still being hunted, and would be for as long as he remained still, so The Steel Samurai took a halting breath through his mask before preparing to leap into the darkness of night.

That familar and accursed presence, as the chill wind whispered around him, materialized behind him, having caught up once again in their chase.

“There you are,” the Evil Magistrate said, the words seeming almost like a sigh through his metal mask, which hung around and shadowed his face like the long bars of a prison.

The Steel Samurai felt his heartbeat grow erratic once more, as he registered the danger. Rendered incapable of speech by the weight of the exhaustion, he just growled in response.

The Evil Magistrate laughed in response, a tinge of childlike wonder to it as he leaned forward, like a little boy prodding curiously at a frog caught between his hands by the river.

"You know…” The Steel Samurai hissed. “You have a flair for dramatic entrances. Don’t tell me you’ve rehearsed this in front of the mirror."

What in the world…? Is this some bizarre attempt at blackmail?! Miles leans away in his chair, affronted, as if increasing the physical distance between himself and the screen could solve a single thing about the predicament before him (except, of course, to remind him once again that he really should seek an eye examination soon). How does this stranger know about his personal interests, and what is their game in sending it to his work email? If they have any queries about the Steel Samurai in-universe legal system, he has a separate email for such things that’s publicly available and, in fact, is apparently rather well-known in the online Steel Samurai community.

(The logistics, of course, are handled by a friend he’d met at the annual tokusatsu convention in San Francisco, but he’s nonetheless aware that his anonymous contact is readily available to those with specific questions.)

But how many people does Miles know from the legal world who are aware of his interest in the series, and how many of them have emails he doesn’t even know?! This must be some sort of threat. It’s a good thing he checked his emails tonight, the danger of the situation awakening a rush of adrenaline in his brain. His previous exhaustion feels more like a distant dream.

But… he reads on.

The grammar…

Their repartee continued, a dance of words amidst the whirlwind of their weapons. As they clashed, their voices intertwined like the eb and flow of a symphony, each barb revealing something deeper, more intimate, beneath the surface.

It was a respite from the weight of their destinies, buried in the midst of chaos. A trust built over countless battles, their words had become a secret language, an unspoken acknowledgment that the line between love and hate had grown perilously, irreparably thin.

The Steel Samurai feared its implications, perhaps even more than he feared the Evil Magistrate himself. All it took was one distraction, one misplaced strike, and the Evil Magistrate would take advantage of this insane infatuation, driving a spear through his heart with all the elegance and care of a oathbroken warrior who still clung fruitlessly to his expired code of honor.

It isn’t a bad story, Miles cedes. In fact… reading through it all, the plot is really quite intriguing. He’s not sure what the purpose of this all is, but he can’t help but be a little captivated by the prose; it’s rough, a little purple, but infused with creativity and care. Clearly, this is written by someone intimately familiar with the series, and dedicated to portraying the characters realistically.

Miles doesn’t read fanfiction anymore, and doesn’t particularly miss it, though not out of a sense of disdain. It had been an enjoyable pastime in his youth, but one that he’d since lost interest for. He’d found much of the available stories out there to be riddled with errors, which had eventually outweighed the enjoyment he found in reading it (in fact, he’s fairly sure that his and Franziska’s old computer at the von Karma mansion---if it’s still functional---still contains a well-hidden folder of fanfiction that he’d downloaded and heavily edited as a teenager, so that he could appreciate them without being distracted by spelling errors).

It’s almost instinctual for him, then, to copy the email into a simple word processor, where the typos and basic grammar mistakes are conveniently indicated with red. He squints at the screen, its brightness causing his vision to blur a little bit. The words wobble a little, a reminder of Miles’ tired tipsiness, but sleep honestly doesn’t even occur to him at this point.

He still isn’t clear on the point of all this, for the sender had not left any extra commentary.

Miles does, however, know one thing: this complete stranger’s promising Magisteel fanfiction is in dire need of his grammatical expertise.

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A pleasant pinging noise shatters the comfortable silence, just as they’ve gotten a pot to boil for pasta.

“Is that your com-pew-ter, Mystic Maya?” Pearl asks, all bright curiosity, as she watches the pot fill with water under the sink.

“Sounds like it,” Maya says. She sort of wants to go answer it right away. She hasn’t figured out how to make it so the PC stops making noise even when the screen goes dark---in fact, she hasn’t figured out how to make it stop making noise at all---which is kind of annoying, but there’s only one thing she can think of that she’d be getting a notification for right now, and the thought of an actual reply makes her heart kind of nervous and giddy at the same time.

“Let’s go look!” Pearl says, jumping away from the counter and leaving the faucet running.

“Oh, Pearly,” Maya calls with a sigh, “we really need to get started on dinner…”

She’s already disappeared into the next room, peering at the PC. Maya smiles to herself before turning off the water with a flick and following the girl’s excitable footsteps.

She knows she should probably try to stand her ground more often with Pearl, but she just can’t bring herself to be strict after realizing just how bad Morgan had gotten. Plus, they hadn’t really started cooking anything yet, and Maya really, really wants to see if this is a response to the email she sent earlier this afternoon. She can totally see why people get addicted to this kind of thing.

Pearl, of course, already knows about the email, and had in fact been the one to encourage Maya to send it to Mr. Edgeworth, even insisting that she publish her fanfiction online. Maya is aware that there’s a community for this kind of thing, but is totally confused on how it all works and how to get involved. Pearl is practically bouncing in the chair by the time Maya gets there.

��You wanna open it, kiddo?” Maya asks, leaning down over the back of the chair. She can see Pearl’s face light up in the reflection of the dark computer screen at the suggestion.

“Okay, okay…” Pearl says, reaching out to shake the mouse awake. It opens right up to her inbox, and Maya can’t help but hold her breath a little as Pearl reloads the page.

The cursor spins sluggishly for a good ten seconds before the page blanks out and reassembles itself, exactly the same as it looked before, except for the addition of a new item in Maya’s inbox.

“Oh!” Pearl cries, then leans close to the screen to see better, her nose nearly touching the glass. “Does that say… does that say Mr. Ed-ji-worth? Mystic Maya, what did he say?!”

“Well, I dunno, the only thing I can see is someone’s cute little face blocking my way!” Maya teases. “Don’t worry, Pearly, I’ll read it aloud to you, okay?”

That’s another thing she’s upset with Morgan for. Pearl clearly has some issues with reading, beyond what should be normal for a girl her age, and yet Morgan had done absolutely nothing about it. It took months before Pearl finally explained that the words seem to wiggle and swim whenever she looks at them. She’d seemed so hesitant, like she was afraid Maya would be mad at her for the admission.

Obviously, she hadn’t been. Maya still hadn’t taken Pearl to a doctor about it, though---she’d have to see if Nick knew how that kind of thing works. She’s never had to arrange an appointment before. She isn’t even sure if she has a doctor. Which means she probably doesn’t.

Pearl frowns a little, then moves aside, revealing Mr. Edgeworth’s email like a curtain opening on a dramatic stage play. Maya’s heart flips with anticipation. She’s never shared this kind of thing with anyone before (except for Pearl, of course, and then Mia, once, who’d been a little confused but supportive), and she’s eager to hear his thoughts. Pearl is too, apparently, since she’s quick to open the email up with a little giggle.

Re: Mr. Edgeworth

Dear pinklotus1999,

I have received your story and found that your ideas are creative and commendable, but your presentation and grammar is admittedly rather lacking. If you are comfortable with receiving critique, I have attached a copy of my revisions for your work so that you may fine-tune your execution and transform this story into the fascinating, heart-wrenching love story it has the potential to become. Your grasp of characterization and your ability to navigate the tender conflict between the Steel Samurai and the Evil Magistrate is truly remarkable, and I would be very thankful for the opportunity to look over your work in the future should you require any more assistance.

If you were unaware, there are many websites that make it easy to publish your fanworks online, such as Fanfiction.net or RealSteelForums. Please reach out to me if you need any help with navigating these sites. If you choose to publish this story, please feel free to credit me for my editing work as The Legal Samurai, but do not feel obligated to do so.

Yours sincerely,

Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth

Attachments: pinklotus_Magisteel.txt

~~~

When Maya does eventually post the story, she’s sure to credit The Legal Samurai for his keen eye. Two days later, the group that hosts his official blog makes a post requesting that people please stop inquiring on his availability to edit their own stories, as he is not interested in doing so for anybody except pinklotus1999.

And thus, Mr. Edgeworth officially became Maya’s fanfiction beta, though it never quite became clear if he knew it was her.

#domaystic2023 #aa fanfic #steel samurai #miles edgeworth #aa #frogs.fic

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muneeswari · 9 months ago

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strikingheaven · 2 years ago

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@breathofthearth

Maybe this is the third attempt? The fourth attempt? She's lost count.

Either way, it's clear that the stain on the glossy bar top refuses to lift from its surface. Resting her elbows on the mostly-immaculate counter with a sigh, Tifa allows the damp cloth to crumple into a small pile by her folded arms. The TV continues to drone on in the background and the ceiling fan spins lazily to circulate air throughout the first floor of Seventh Heaven.

Heat, direct sun bathing the building in its warmth at peak noon, is pervasive even with all the open windows. The broken AC unit mounted in the wall sits partially dismantled on the ground just next to the jukebox. She hasn't had a chance to fix it yet. Always something going on, always something ready to steal her attention elsewhere. With all the bedrooms situated on the second floor, it's no wonder Cloud has chosen to stay away until well past sundown.

Rolling outages are not uncommon this time of year. Edge sprawls across the badland salts. Shimmering, almost splendid the way heat rises off the earth and distorts the air. The city has expanded faster than the WRO can expend resources to support the growing population. Many of those who had sought refuge from the destruction of Meteorfall with family or friends elsewhere have slowly begun to return and rebuild. To say nothing of Deepground's recent emergence, but they overcame that threat too.

Life is better than it was.

Isn't it?

Saving the world does not guarantee a ride off into the sunset. Story book endings are unrealistic. Their story left death, destruction, upheaval, and broken pieces in its wake. Hypocritical, she knows, to keep her mourning so close to her heart, like it belongs only to her.

That's why she barely looks up when a stranger bumbles into the front door only to find it unmoving.

Damn it.

Her brows furrow and Tifa rubs her temples. Did she forget to lock the door again? Don't people read signs anymore?

C-L-O-S-E-D.

Spelled neatly on the lacquered signage she flipped over next to the entrance.

Pushing the rag away, Tifa straightens, composes herself, and attempts to gather enough of her remaining patience and dwindling reserves to affect 'polite but very tired proprietor of a clearly closed business.'

The door rattles again and that does nothing to encourage Tifa to pick up her pace moving out from behind the counter.

"Hey, sorry, can you come back tomorrow? We're cl–...osed. For repairs…" Her voice drops from vaguely irate to a shocked whisper, breaking somewhere along the way with a tightening around her throat.

The oversized coat, ill-fitting sunglasses, and thick scarf does nothing to hide the recognizable peak of brunette bangs, nor characteristic left-right-left bounce of her feet as Aerith presses her face up against the reflective door to see inside. Poor weather for such a disguise, and yet Tifa can’t imagine one more befitting.

Aerith can't see her, not through the mirror reflection of the daytime window film painstakingly applied on the glass panels of the door. Not yet. Tifa hesitates, allowing her hand to hover just over the push-bar of the door. She could be wrong. Maybe she wants too badly to be right.

Steeling herself, Tifa practically throws the door open. It slams back on its hinges as Tifa rushes through, throwing her arms around Aerith's shoulders. Fast, but not fast enough to outstrip the fear that she fooled herself into seeing what she wanted to.

If she pulls away now, she can't continue lying to herself. So instead, she holds on.

Tightly. Tighter. Maybe too tight.

"Aerith! Is it really…?"

#breathofthearth #it was your smile that brought me here to you -- breathofthearth.#aerith.#[ ν ] – εγλ 0010 - 0015.

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delladeena5 · 1 year ago

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#Wall Mounted AC Unit

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justaskasmodeus · 1 year ago

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Asmodeus spends what he considers an unfortunate amount of time in his office. It’s a grand sort of room, something like a study, a wrought iron spiral staircase draped with hanging vines and green and ruby Nepenthes pitcher plants leading up to a loft that curls around the walls above, lined floor to ceiling with bookcases filled to bursting.

The room itself is mostly lit by the massive stone fireplace that takes up the majority of the Eastern wall, its chimney adorned with the bowed head of an ancient auroch, stuffed and mounted, with beady black eyes glinting in the light of the fire. That very fire is almost always roaring, thoroughly heating all four corners of the place to a just-this-side-of-uncomfortable degree - but the space within is still plenty large enough to hold, just for size comparison’s sake, of course, let’s say, maybe, a considerably large pile of corpses. A set of leather armchairs and a sofa frame a glass coffee table opposite the blaze, and even further back sits a large desk of polished wood with lovingly carved figures and filigree. There is a candy jar filled with red-wrapped cinnamon discs there, and on the credenza against the wall shine fine crystal glasses and decanters of varying shapes, sizes and contents.

Accompanying light fixtures glow like candles in the dark, dim Tiffany glass lamps illuminating the various sitting areas and surfaces or the suggestive oil paintings on the walls, assisted by the tall stained glass windows that touch the ceiling, filtering in soft, muted daylight. Where that daylight comes from exactly is a mystery - the Second Circle is a dark, cold, and windy place, lit mostly by fire, street lamps, string lights and neon signs; hardly a hospitable place and certainly one with no sunlight to stream through windows. But here, you feel very much at home - comfortable, warm and safe. You may even find that you want to stay a little longer than you’d originally planned. That’s the intention, anyway.

Hello and welcome! Independent RP blog for the ✨Great King Asmodeus✨ Archdemon of Lust, Lord of the Second Circle, Hell’s ambassador to the United States and self-appointed president of the Lucifer fan club (that last part is a joke but also no it’s not.)

Originally Good Omens book (with sprinkles of pre-season 2 show) based (tied in with @phantasmagoetia) but sort of his own thang, we’re all just havin’ fun and not really taking things too seriously here.

Multiverse friendly, welcome to all 18+!

OP is a 30 y/o she/they aro/ace riddled with anxiety and consists only of 17 wild coyotes in a trench coat and a shaken can of Pepsi. Not much of an interaction instigator re: the anxiety thing but I always respond! Ask box is always open. :)

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apoorconductor · 1 year ago

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I think I can now put into words why I like listening to rain and thunder so much

The first of the three reasons I've found is the most obvious: they're noise. They help to blot out whatever my family is shouting about downstairs, as well as the sound of disapproving silence that infiltrates the neighborhood at 1am. They discourage the dreadful buzz of those external wall-mounted AC units, and the insistence of lawn mowers roaring away at odd hours of the evening. (Seriously, I heard someone start that fucker up at 12:30am a few nights back)

My local district does a five-minute test of the tornado sirens the first Wednesday of each month, at noon. Even though in one sense they frighten me (because duh, they're signifiers of danger) I find them innately satisfying to listen to - to the point where I open the nearest window the first Wednesday noon of every month to hear them wail. I think it's because they provide the impression that order is being maintained, the calming feeling that someone out there is looking out for you.

I'm not particularly religious, but some of the same applies to when I'm listening to a routine thunderstorm. Every minute of watery drumbeat and punctual rumbling on the walls of the vehicle or building I'm currently occupying is a testament to its continuing protection. Physics and thunderbirds are still courting as normal in the tiny expanse between ground and infinite sky.

The third is a bit more personal. For the same reason that I like listening to trains streaking by, or the channeled thunder of an airliner passing overhead in the dead of night: I like listening to thunderstorms because they remind me that nature, society, the world is minding its own business. When it rains, no one is judging you for tripping up, because put a little water on the ground and everyone forgets how to drive. When it rains, there is no imagined audience, only the audience that chooses to speak to each other over the sound of the pitter-patter. When it rains, it's okay to cry, because your clothes were wet anyway.

Rain and thunder remind me that the outside world isn't holding its breath waiting for me to do something, or fail spectacularly, or figure myself out. It's just going. And I have to go too if I'd like to make an impression out there

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ncdweller · 2 years ago

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Got the non- functioning wall mounted AC unit out.

Now to close up and insulate the wall before sundown. This is the bedroom, after all.

Not sure what that chain is all about. I think there used to be a door here. If that helps.

#slaughterhouse house #bedroom HVAC

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getcompare777 · 2 years ago

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Enjoy Clean, Cool Air with the Daikin 1.5 Ton 5 Star Inverter Split AC

Daikin is a well-known brand in the air conditioning industry and has a wide range of products to suit different needs. One of their popular products is the Daikin 1.5 Ton 5 Star Inverter Split AC. This air conditioner comes with a host of features and specifications that make it a great option for those looking for an efficient and reliable cooling solution. In this article, we will explore the different aspects of this AC and why it is a great choice for your home. Design and Build Quality: The Daikin 1.5 Ton 5 Star Inverter Split AC has a sleek and elegant design. It comes with a white and silver exterior, which gives it a modern look. The indoor unit has a compact design and can be easily mounted on the wall. The outdoor unit is also well-built and can withstand extreme weather conditions. Energy Efficiency: One of the biggest advantages of this AC is its energy efficiency. It has a 5-star energy rating, which means that it consumes less power and helps you save on your electricity bills. It also comes with an inverter compressor, which adjusts the cooling according to the temperature in the room. This feature helps to reduce energy consumption and makes the AC more energy-efficient. Cooling Capacity: The Daikin 1.5 Ton 5 Star Inverter Split AC has a cooling capacity of 1.5 tons, which is suitable for rooms up to 150 sq. ft. It comes with a powerful compressor that cools the room quickly and efficiently. The AC also has a wide-angle air flow feature that ensures even cooling across the room. Air Filters: The AC comes with a variety of air filters that help to purify the air inside the room. It has a PM2.5 filter that removes harmful pollutants and allergens from the air. It also has an anti-bacterial filter that prevents the growth of bacteria and viruses. Additionally, it has an odour filter that removes unpleasant odours from the room. Remote Control: The Daikin 1.5 Ton 5 Star Inverter Split AC comes with a remote control that makes it easy to operate. The remote has a backlit display and easy-to-use buttons that allow you to adjust the temperature, fan speed, and other settings. Other Features: The AC comes with a range of other features that add to its functionality and convenience. It has a sleep mode that adjusts the temperature automatically according to your body’s needs. It also has a timer function that allows you to set the AC to switch on and off at specific times. The AC also has a self-diagnosis function that alerts you to any problems with the unit. Conclusion: The Daikin 1.5 Ton 5 Star Inverter Split AC is a great option for those looking for an efficient and reliable cooling solution. It comes with a range of features that make it a convenient and easy-to-use appliance. The energy efficiency of this AC is also a major advantage, as it helps you save on your electricity bills. Overall, if you are looking for an AC that is efficient, powerful and convenient to use, then the Daikin 1.5 Ton 5 Star Inverter Split AC is definitely worth considering.

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