#like 100-150 miles maybe

[errantgoat]

IT'S DONE. I'M DONE.

535 hours across 5 complete playthroughs, dear BG3 you are going on the shelf until I can look at you again. xDD

the last run was super fun, the tactician difficulty definitely made me more involved/finally got me using scrolls and various potions and elixirs instead of hoarding them till (and past) the very end

i even managed to accomplish the most difficult thing in the whole game and saved all the gondians (if you know, you know)

maybe I'll attempt an honor run one day, but this is not the day

[tormiller]

i’m literally so sad about my eras show experience like it was a great concert but so many things went wrong trying to get there and then getting back home was even worse and on top of it all the surprise songs were lame

[djarins-cyare]

✨Questions Tag Game✨

Thanks for tagging me @burntheedges 🩵

Of course I’m going to add GIFs and images. Did anyone really expect me to post something without visual aids??

[photos are my own (apart from the one immediately below, which is from here), and unless otherwise credited, GIFs were made by me during office hours when I was supposed to be working… 🤫]

Do you make your own bed?

Not in terms of making it look all neat and tucked in, no. But that’s because I’m a teensy bit of a germaphobe, and humans naturally sweat at night, which means you must leave your mattress uncovered for a while after you get up to ensure it airs. So, for most of the day (because I forget to straighten it up), my bed just looks like this:

(Just for fun, how many Mandalorians can you spot in the pic?)

Favourite number?

It’s always been 2, and my reasoning used to be that all good things come in pairs. But having discovered my autism in recent years, I’ve come to realise it probably more likely represents the maximum number of people I’m most comfortable interacting with at any one time. So it’s a manageable number. It’s also an even number. And it’s a prime number (in fact it's the only even prime number). It’s a pretty number ��� it has a nice curved top and a solid, sturdy base. It stops 1 from being lonely, so it’s a kind number.

Is this a weird answer? All of these are really logical reasons to me!

[GIF found here]

What’s your job?

It’s become so specialised that I no longer have a job title, but I started as a legal PA for one of the senior partners at a Legal 500 law firm in London. I flirted with the idea of qualifying as a solicitor but realised there was no way in hell I’d be comfortable standing up in court and speaking in front of lots of people (and I work in the criminal law department so not keen on casually chatting to criminals either). Instead, I decided to become The Person Who Knows Everything.

So now I write briefs to Counsel, proofs of evidence, funding applications; I analyse evidence, conduct legal research, advise the solicitors on their cases; I train paralegals and admin staff; I do a load of data analysis and make pretty spreadsheets for the bosses; and I manage the firm’s IT needs because I can do computer stuff too. I’m basically their go-to girl for anything that seems complicated or time-consuming… and I don’t have to wear a stupid wig in court.

And the best part is, during Covid lockdown, I demonstrated I can do 100% of my job from home, so I was allowed to move 150 miles away, and I now only have to visit my office two days a month! 🙌🏻

Downside: the arduous and random nature of the job means I’m never up to date and always very tired.

If you could go back to school, would you?

My original plan after getting my undergrad degree was to do a Masters and PhD and become an academic, but I put all that on hold for my (now ex) husband so he could finish his PhD and first postdoc. I’m very glad I never went back, though, because I realise that academia is not the place for me… see above comment about not being able to stand up and talk in court to understand why standing up and talking in a lecture hall would be equally nerve-wracking for me. So, no, I’m content with my current level of schooling.

Honestly, university was more about learning how to ‘adult’ properly than obtaining any useful knowledge on the course anyway (she says, routinely using concepts learnt on her fiction writing modules when crafting Mando fics).

Can you parallel park?

Yup. Narrow roads and a lack of parking spaces in the UK kind of make it a non-optional skill here.

That said, I do sometimes see people desperately trying to line themselves up to get into a space and making an absolute farce out of it, so I guess maybe some people here think it’s optional, but I’d rather not have that kind of stress, so I practised until I could do it easily.

[original GIF found here and then cropped]

Do you think aliens are real?

The way this is phrased… do I think they’re real? Like, do I think the grey ones with big black eyes are anally probing residents in certain sections of North America on a regular basis? Hmm, no. Too many episodes of The X-Files. I mean, Fox Mulder: yum, but I really Don’t Want To Believe, thanks.

But, I remain open to the idea that alien life has evolved elsewhere in the known universe. It’s inconceivably huge, after all. There’s nowhere near enough data to prove (or even speculate) either way – just look at the Drake equation, which has been used to both ‘prove’ and ‘disprove’ the possibility – so I’ll reserve any kind of judgment until some real evidence appears.

Can you drive a manual car?

Yeah, of course. It’s the standard driving test in the UK and allows you to drive both automatic and manual – you actually have to specifically ask to learn only automatic if you decide you can’t handle gears. And, like, it’s all muscle memory, so it’s really not as hard as people think once you’re used to it. I tried to drive an automatic a few years back and found myself involuntarily shadow-shifting the gears!

[original GIF found here and then trimmed for length]

What’s your guilty pleasure?

Mostly, I don’t feel guilty about indulging in pleasures these days. I used to be really affected by social pressures (back before I discovered my autism and still felt like I had to ‘mask’ and fit in), so I used to feel guilty talking about my hyperfixations, but now I couldn’t care less. I shall consume them endlessly and unselfconsciously. It’s very liberating.

Any phobias?

I suppose the answer is sharks, which has no sensible basis for being a phobia because I’ve never had any real encounters to make me fearful (thank fuck!). In fact, I walked through the shark tunnel at SeaWorld just fine as a 7-year-old. Unless that planted some kind of seed of terror, I don’t know. Not sure when it really took hold, but I can’t even look at photos these days. It’s their damn teeth. Someone’s going to have to give me a tooth report on Gladiator II before I can go see it.

The hell if I’m gonna put a photo (or God forbid a GIF) of a shark here, so, umm…

Favourite childhood sport?

Two answers: (1) Football (AKA soccer). I played for a girl’s team when I was about 11, but it was only because the boy I liked was into football. I couldn’t give a shit about it these days, and I don’t think I ever really liked it – I was just ‘masking’, as I did for most of my childhood, but I convinced myself I loved it.

(2) Karate, which I decided all by myself that I fancied doing, then found I was actually quite good at it and excelled at it for a while. But I was 9, and they decided I was so good that I should go and join the adult class (age 14 and up), which I hated, so I quit.

[GIF is one I already had saved from Reddit a while ago, but I can't find the source anymore, so sorry for not crediting the maker]

Do you talk to yourself?

Sometimes, but not often. I live alone, so I occasionally just need to exercise my vocal cords lol. It also depends on what mood I’m in. On an average day, no, I don’t really feel the need to fill the silence, but if I’m excited/animated/annoyed in some way, I might say stuff aloud. Basically, if I’m inclined to utter curse words for any reason, I’ll probably use other words aloud too.

[GIF found here]

Tattoos?

I only have one right now, but I plan to increase that number someday. See photo below; I used to have chameleons as pets and got this tattooed near my right hip when I turned thirty to commemorate them. It’s really small.

I would like to get a phrase in Mando’a inked on me somewhere, probably “Kaysh meg miit’gaana, oyacyi”, which means “she* who writes, remains” [*substitute chosen pronoun – Mando’a doesn’t distinguish genders], and is a Mandalorian proverb teaching that you can live forever if you leave behind written words. I have it engraved on my iPad.

Favourite colour?

Very much the blue (with a hint of green) end of the colour spectrum. For something soft, duck egg blue, or for something bold, teal. See the colour of the titles in this post.

I also like the colours of hyperspace and would happily snuggle up with Din in the cockpit.

Do you like puzzles?

Yeah, I guess. I don’t dislike them. But I don’t really do them much. In terms of the crossword/sodoku/brain teaser sort, I might choose to do them in specific settings, like on vacation when I inevitably need to offer my brain something different than whatever book I’m binge-reading.

In terms of the jigsaw type, I have short phases of thinking, “Ooh, that’ll be fun!”, trying to do one, getting bored, and then forcing myself to finish. Last time that happened was Covid lockdown. Took me a year! Though, to be fair, it was one of these bastards…

Okay, I’m done. I realise I’m very late to the party, and a lot of people have already done this one, so sorry if you’ve already participated. No pressure (and no need to illustrate with gifs and images, I just can’t help myself)… 🩵

@604to647 @beefrobeefcal @d4rm4nd4 @feral-ferrule @gracieheartspedro

@joelslegalwhre @littlemisspascal @magpiepills @penvisions @quicksilvermad

@secretelephanttattoo @studioghibelli @syd-djarin @the-mandawhor1an @zaddymandalorian

[cerealandchoccymilk]

Units in Trigun (+α)

(source will be linked in comments)

edit: GUYS. THESE MEASUREMENTS ARE NOT CANON YOU UNDERSTAND THAT RIGHT. NIGHTOW JUST PULLED THE HEIGHTS OUT OF HIS ASS. LIKE HE DOES WITH MANY OTHER LORE ASPECTS. READ THE DESCRIPTION PLEASE. STOP SAYING " :O i didnt know vash was actually so short" HE IS NOT. THIS INFO IS NOT CANON.

Remember how I've mentioned at least twice that there are actually real conversions for the weird units in Trigun? I found em. They were on the inside of the DVD sleeve for Trigun '98. There's also some other nice info about money and Nightow's character/worldbuilding (or lack of thought about it lol)

And guess what? I just checked the conversions, and these lengths (provided in metric) are almost exactly the same as their real-life imperial counterparts. The character heights are also completely wrong. Using these units, Vash's height converts to 158cm, when we know that he's canonically 180cm in the '98 anime.

So take all this with a grain of salt!

> Length 1 iich ≈ 2.54cm ≈ 1 in 1 feel ≈ 30.5cm ≈ 1 ft 1 yarz ≈ 91.4cm ≈ 1 yard 1 ile ≈ 1.6km ≈ 1 mile

> Money 1 $$ (double dollar) ≈ 100 ¢¢ (cescent) $$ are worth a bit less than USD.

> Character ages Vash: about 150 years old Wolfwood: 26 – 28 years old Meryl: 23 years old Milly: 21 years old

> Character heights Vash: 5 feel 2 iich (158cm !??!??!?!) Wolfwood: 5 feel 3 iich (160cm same as my mom lol) Meryl: 4 feel 5 iich (134.7cm girl youre shorter than the shortest person i know. and shes pretty damn short) Milly: 5 feel 2 iich (158cm)

> Character name origins? "Hmm... To be honest, I didn't put much thought into them. It's not like I didn't think over them at all, but I focus on what sounds cool when pronounced, rather than the meaning of the name. I mean, if you turn 'Vash Stampede' into Japanese, it becomes 牛の暴走 (a wild rush of cows)! (lol) That doesn't match his character, does it? Well, maybe it does...?" -Nightow

> Population density Very low, since the ships made emergency landings across a large area of the planet.

> Length of 1 Day About 24 hours, same as Earth.

Translation of the source tweet and transcription of images under the cut:

I was so happy about the Trigun re-screening that I dug back out the TV version's DVD out of nostalgia... I found lots of important information on there, so feel free to use this as a reference! However, I think this is just information for the anime version at the time. (like Wolfwood's age)

The height measurements are wrong! Be careful! (Even though it's official material…lol)

トライガン豆知識　・・・メインキャラクター編・・・

■ヴァッシュたちの年齢は？ ヴァッシュは約150才位、ウルフウッドは26〜28才、メリルは23才、ミリィは21才です。【内藤】

■ヴァッシュたちの身長（コレを参考にフィギュアスケールを決めよう） ヴァッシュは５フィールと２イーチ位、ウルフウッドは５フィールと３イーチ位、メリルはメインキャラでは一番小さい４フィールと５イーチ、ミリィはヴァッシュと同じく５フィールと２イーチといったところでしょうか？【内藤】 ※㎝での身長はＤ－２のオビ裏に記載されている、単位を元に割り出してみてくださいね。

■キャラクターたちのネーミングの由来は？ ん〜素直に言っちゃうと、何となくつけたという感じです。全く考えてないというワケでもないけど、名前の意味というよりは語感というか、発音してカッコイイとかそういう雰囲気を重視してます。だって、ヴァッシュ・スタンピードって日本語にすると牛の暴走ですよ（笑）キャラのイメージとは違うでしょ？あ、ハズレてもいないか……な？【内藤】

トライガン豆知識　・・・世界編・・・

■尺の単位 ●イーチ（約２.５４㎝）●フィール（約３０.５㎝） ●ヤーズ（約９１.４㎝）●アイル（約１.６㎞）

■お金の単��� ●$$（ダブドル）●¢¢（セスセント）セスセントの単価はダブドルの約百分の一の単価になります。ちなみに、ダブドルは実際の米国ドルとと比べると価値を低く見積もっています。【内藤】

■重さの単位 あ、特に考えてませんでした（笑）【内藤】

■トライガン世界の人口密度はどれくらい？ 惑星の広範囲に渡って移民宇宙船が強制着陸したため、人口密度はめっちゃまばらになっています。【内藤】

■トライガン世界の一日は何時間？ トライガン世界の１日は約２４時間位。地球時間の１日と変わりありません。【内藤】

[sknnytarot]

Long distance boyfriend thinspo imagine

It’s time, it’s really time. After waiting months, it’s finally time for my long distance boyfriend to come visit me. This is something I’ve been looking forward too, for the longest time now. About 9 months in the making, this was a huge decision that I had to work my way towards, as did he. This is so exciting.

Since we started talking about him coming to visit, since about 2 months into the relationship, I’ve been wanting to look my best for when that day did come. To start with, I weighed about 150 pounds around when we started talking. I was honest with him that I wasn’t okay with my body or with how fat I looked, and even though he tried telling me that he ‘likes bigger girls’, that only fueled my motivation even more to lose weight.

At first, I only wanted to lose maybe 20 pounds, get to 130 and be fine there. But that only took about 1.5 months to get there and it still didn’t feel like I’d lost enough weight. So my next goal was 110 pounds, 20 more lost. I started working out as much as I could, 3x a week at the time, and I started a low restriction diet as I wasn’t new to liquid fasting or eating a little during the day and nothing else. The highest I went calorie wise was 500 calories total and even that started to seem like it was just too much.

Once I reached 110 pounds, I could fit into some smaller pairs of jeans and they defined my now smaller waist. Definitely a lot smaller than 40 pounds ago, but when I looked in the mirror, I still saw a sloppy bag of fat…my reflection. 110 pounds definitely wasn’t good enough for me, so why would it be good enough for him to see in person? I decided I’d start losing weight until I was comfortable with how I looked, even though I knew I might never get there.

As the days passed, with me eating less than 500 calories every day while still working out on top of that, plus working a physical job and eating only fruits and vegetables and eggs for protein, I started to lose weight at a steady but fast pace. Soon enough, I’d lost 10 pounds more and weighed in at 100 pounds. ‘Just a little more’ I thought to myself. Maybe 5 pounds.

I lost those 5 pounds, then decided on 10 more and I’d be done. I had to get back in control of my weight so I didn’t end up dead before getting to meet him. It had been 4 months since we’d first started talking about him coming to visit me, from 4,000 miles away. That meant that I only had 3 months or so left to reach my goal weight and maintain it to regulate my body to that weight. After doing some research, I figured that the perfect BMI for me is 16.1…basically an underweight BMI.

I started to lose the last 10 pounds, bringing me down to 85 pounds total. That took me about a month, so that meant I had 2 months left to work on maintaining that weight so I could eat a little bit more when he came to visit so he wouldn’t get suspicious of me not eating as much as a normal person. I knew it wasn’t healthy to lose weight this way, and if I wasn’t careful enough, that I’d balloon back to my starting weight.

The two months flew past so quickly you’d only think it had been 2 weeks. I was looking forward to him coming to visit me and seeing my new body. I’d only sent him pictures of my face, and only my body when I was wearing super baggy clothes so he couldn’t see what I actually looked like before the big reveal. I’d lost about 65 pounds total, and that’s such a huge difference. I now have a thigh gap, a tiny waist, my ribs show, my collarbones and chest bones are so defined, and people treat me so amazingly nice it’s definitely a skinny privilege.

I drove to the airport to go pick him up as his flight was going to land in about an hour…okay so maybe I’d gotten there a bit early, but who could blame me? I was super excited. I waited the entire hour by walking around the airport, getting in as many steps as I could, counting the calories I burned. After the hour was up, I went to the gate he’d be landing at, and I held up the handmade sign I had for him so he could see it and I could hide behind it at first.

As the plane landed, and as people started filing off, I didn’t see him at all. As more people started to come off the plane, I was starting to get really worried, but then….then I saw his face through the crowd of people. He was looking around for me, and I shook the sign slightly, calling his name, and he finally noticed me.

His jaw dropped as he saw my dyed blonde hair, my big doe eyes, my sharp jawline. I laughed slightly to myself, starting to walk towards him. A few steps in and I couldn’t control my excitement or my pace anymore, and I started to run towards him. I got to him, jumped into his arms, and to my joy he was able to pick me up like nothing and spin me around.

“You’re so tiny love, I almost couldn’t see you behind the sign. You’ve lost so much weight from the pictures you sent me, I’m so proud of you. We’ve gotta take a picture and show our size difference for sure, you look absolutely tiny next to me, so small I could snap you like a twig” he said, looking me up and down, eyes scanning my entire body.

I made sure to dress super cute today, in something that defined my body shape. A pair of skinny jeans that were high waisted, a long sleeved crop top that showed my stomach at a perfect length, and a choker necklace to accentuate my slim neck. I had my blonde hair up in a ponytail to show off my sharp jawline, and I did a small amount of makeup because I didn’t want to clog my pores because I’d put in so much work to get my skin as clear as it was by doing my skincare routine every single day.

I hugged him again once he’d put me down, and then we started walking towards the exit. We got in my car, and I drove us back to my apartment, so we could enjoy the next 2 weeks he was here together, and I’d gotten off of work for this as well. I’m so excited to be able to spend the time with him, dressing however I want, knowing I look like I deserve a boyfriend so perfect for me. We were perfect together, and I loved knowing that.

[skpct]

Day 33: Cajon Pass, 2310 miles from the Northern Terminus.

Hey! I’ve been moving right along just fine. Mostly, my first day out of the hostel (Day 29) was a little bit rough. It took ages to get a ride back to the trail, and when I got there and my ride had left, I realized I had forgotten something at the hostel. So I had to call someone else to go and get my thing, and only then could I get started. Very slowly, since I was the first person on that part of the trail since the snow hit, and there was no boot track.

The next day i didn’t have to walk on the snow very much, but it still found ways to cause problems for me. The melting snow caused the creeks to overflow, and I had to wade across in a few places. Some great views though.

I eventually ended up at a natural hot springs on the trail. That was VERY nice. The trail got to a point where it followed a river called “Deep Creek” through a canyon for miles. Huge bridges, beautiful views, you know the drill.

I also ran into Silverwood Lake! The dam surprised me when I came around a bend in the trail, I had no idea what it was. It was only when the trail made the climb up to the lake that I put two and two together. The lake was nice and all, but the weather happened to be pretty crappy by the time I got there. Oh well.

Hey, do y’all remember that old post I made back at mile 150? The Paradise Valley Cafe post. Well, someone had marked the 100th mile with rocks. I took a picture, you can go see it. Anyway, I thought it was cool, and I thought maybe I could do something like that. Well, at mile 300, I decided to go for it. This is the little marker I made.

There hadn’t been an official marker at mile 100, nor at mile 200. But as soon as I finished making my rock marker, I turned the corner and saw this.

Go figure, right? Anyway, that’s what’s happened since Big Bear Lake. I’m gonna leave it here, I should go to sleep. I’m in a hotel tonight, and I’d like to enjoy the bed while I’ve got it. Peace!

[chriirahluvr]

Europa: A Shallow Speculation on Theoretical Life

So I am in a mission design class this whole year, a very fun experience! We are honed in on Europa, which has led to me doing so much research specifically on Europa's surface and theorized subsurface ocean and its ability to house life. 

I can make a million information posts about the process of life detection but I just want to make a silly overview of what I think life on Europa would look like if it were to exist! Just some fun speculative biology stuff, maybe with some art to come at a later date if I'm feeling inspired. 

But, for today, I will just be setting some general rules!

All complex life would be aquatic or semi-aquatic at the very least, thanks to the four kilometers of ice separating the ocean from the EXTREMELY irradiated surface. I'm sure some rogue microorganisms could climb their way to the surface thanks to Europa's seismic activity, but the moon's surface is absolutely not suited to house life. 

Europa's ocean is deep. When I say deep, I mean DEEP. It is estimated to be anywhere from 60 to 150 kilometers deep (40-100 miles). For context, Earth's Mariana Trench is just over 11 kilometers deep. That is just shy of 7 miles. I would be tempted to say that skin pigmentation would also be nonexistent, but radiation may lead to pigment being beneficial! I have found no sources about radiation levels within the ocean though, so this is something I am on the fence about. The pressure present at the bottom of the ocean also means that squishy anatomy would be preferred, at least at the ocean's floor! 

Thanks to the 15 kilometer ice crust and a low amount of sunlight, eyes would serve little to no evolutionary purpose, at least for getting around (I will elaborate more later :D ). The primary sense Europa's critters would likely rely on is echolocation, which they would perceive as a "visual" environments kind of analogous to imaging sonar, see above! However, it would likely be much fuzzier of an image. Visual sonar is done through multiple scans over time, which would not be an efficient way to see your environment for an organism just trying to get around. They would just see vague shapes, which get more defined the closer they are. No color perception is allowed either, but it would be the best way to gather spatial information in a pitch black aquatic environment.

If reproduction is not asexual, I believe extreme sexual dimorphism would exist and also that sexual selection would primarily rely on sound. Perhaps some natural predators would learn to replicate the fuzzy appearance and mating call of its preferred prey as a way to lure in easy targets, or perhaps some species would even evolve primitive eyes and bioluminescence as a secondary sexual selection method, and as a way to weed out predators. They would not “see” the light, but rather sense it as a vibration. So, in essence, some animals may “hear”, more like feel, colors. 

Now, about semi-aquatic Europan life!

I can imagine some ice-burrowing species emerging, as a sort of way to escape the chaos of an open ocean. They probably would not live too much higher than a few feet into the ice, however. They would likely have fatty bodies in order to effectively brave the cold, and thus would probably be scavengers or predators. I think the idea of some animals forming ant-like colonies within the ice surface is a fun one! Some predators adapted to traversing these burrows for easy prey would likely emerge from this as well. Unfortunately, a Europan ice ecosystem runs on the assumption that the ice which meets the ocean is the correct texture for animals to feasibly break through with the right evolutionary umph. The speculation is entertaining, though!

A lot of Europan life would probably be similar to fungi or algae on earth. This is because there is no feasible way to photosynthesize, but there are possible energy and mineral sources theorized to exist in the form of hydrothermal vents. Perhaps a colony would grow, with ‘roots' of some kind near a hydrothermal area, and “leaves” spread around to intake resources. Maybe carnivorous flora would exist in this way too! Algae type of organisms would likely just spread around hydrothermally active areas, and “photosynthesize” using the light produced by vents on the seafloor. Lots of small herbivores might feast on this algae, and become a food source for predators. A fun ecosystem!

Again, all of this speculation is just for fun :) It is not SUPER realistic, but as an enjoyer of speculative biology I like allowing my mind to wander while doing all my research for class. Perhaps I might start working on some phylogenetic trees in my free time. I may post some fun Europa science overviews and some of the graphics we are producing for our Huntsville presentation! 

xoxo,

Zofia

[saving-word-crawls]

Phoenix Wright Crawl!

By: Raven_Staback

Super niche crawl but here we go. I tried to keep it basic so no spoilers or anything.

Phoenix and Maya are at it again! Sprint for 5 minutes while you decide if Maya is asking for hamburgers (US version) or Ramen (Japan version)

Phoenix and Maya meet a friendly face in a new environment. Pick a character and write the following words:

Oldbag: 150 words

Gumshoe: 300 words

Edgeworth: 200 words

Missile the Dog!: 300 words

Pearl: 200 words

Location 1: Oh no! A murder done happen under our nose!

Check the body first: 200 words

Check a small piece of evidence hidden by the body: 250 words

Check something with no relevance (ex. a window, a desk): 50 words

Maya gets distracted and you have to pull her back to focus: 100 words

Interview Room: Sprint for 10 minutes while you go through backstory and try to convince them to let you be their lawyer.

Location 2: Write 50 words while Phoenix and Maya get a look around and get a hang of things. Oh, hi Gumshoe! Sprint for five minutes to convince him to hand over the autopsy report.

A quirky new character witness! WoooaAAh! Write 200 words while you figure out the new voice you’ll mentally give this character? Maybe add a new quirky character to your story while you’re at it!

Location 3: Sprint for 10 minutes while Phoenix and Maya get to the next location.

A new witness shows! But they have Psyche locks! They have as many psyche locks as you have tabs open not related to writing. If you don’t have any tabs not related, let’s assume you have three. Write 75 words for every writing-unrelated tab,optional not to exceed 1500 words.

Whew. Time to collect some evidence!

New Autopsy report: Write 200 words if you’re writing your project using multiple medias (notebook, laptop, typewriter, etc)

A Passport: write 150 words if your story takes place in multiple regions or countries

Maya’s cell phone: Are you on your phone? 300 words!

Witness Account: Sprint one minute for the number of page you wrote today. Not to exceed 15.

A map: If you have used a map (real or fictional) during your project, write 150 words.

Car keys: Write 200 words, and consider having a scene regarding travel or cars.

Witness photo: If you use photos as reference for your characters, write 100 words per character.

The murder weapon. Write 200 words for every death so far in your project. optional max at 10 deaths. Those who are writing Game of Thrones type books, I’m not expecting you to finish Nano right here. Also optional In your story, a weapon, injury or death appears.

Trial Pt 1

Whew, take a breather. We might need a cup of coffee (Godot, I’m looking at you), or some water. Maybe a light snack. Come back and sprint for 5 minutes.

Pick your prosecutor!

Miles Edgeworth: face your frenemy and write 300 words.

Godot: Wooooh! Caffeine but still cool and collected. Sprint for 10 minutes or write 400 words.

Franziska Von Karma: That whip is just what we need to get focused. Sprint for 10 minutes

Manfred Von Karma: Picking him clearly means you’re not afraid of an intense opponent. Write 500 words or sprint for 20 minutes.

Simon Blackwell: Face the duel-haired foe and tell you you’re not afraid of him. Okay maybe a little. Write 300 words. *optional * Include a bird in your current scene.

First witness takes the stand. Write 50 words for every line of dialogue on your current page.

Press the statement! Write 50 words for every exclamation on your current chapter.

Sprint for 5 minutes while the witness changes his story.

Press a new statement. Write 100 words.

The prosecutor objects. Sprint one minute for every vowel in the name of the prosecutor you chose above, if that is less than 5 minutes, sprint for five minutes.

The witness changes their statement again. Run row, this looks like a tricky one. Look to Maya. If you are currently chatting with a friend right now, write 150 words.

If you need the tutorial again, sprint 500 words.

If you’re feeling defeated by the amount of words left to go today, write 400 words.

If you’re feeling fine, write 400 words anyway.

The Judge calls a recess. Write one minute for every number of pairings (platonic or romantic) you personally ship for the characters.

You have a post-trial chat with Maya. Take a five minute breather. Take some deep breaths. Practice some mindfulness.

OP’s note: I will post more later if I want to, I may use this myself. Let me know if any of you like it, or if there are any changes you’d do/you’d like to see.

[the-firebird69]

We like the idea but we don't want you to say that word and we know you're saying about him and they go around his black people and that's what they're called and you're saying goo and Oya say it but maybe not everybody over there and they say yeah we say it but he doesn't want to because it's very negative to him even though you think that they are and you can't say is something wrong with that so he's a wigger but this idea is pretty good it's kind of our son's idea and BG usually does it he wants to work for cash to threaten the social security people which is Trump and it will be the s*** out of him and he needs to to convert dirt bikes into electric Enduro and BG wants him on one and he wants him to test it out and stuff and he has a place for it and Ken would come along probably and maybe riding around and putting different motors on and then they'd start putting motors on it and he says no they would be just putting motors on and Chinese bikes and BG says probably and that's a good idea he says it's a wonderful idea and he can ride around they have insurance to cover someone that's no insurance and it's company insurance you can drive these bikes around and he says okay for cash and we have to list him as an employee after that's all it's not a big deal and he says this is a great idea and you don't need to work there to have permission to drive it it's a blanket thing so and it doesn't say that employees have to be doing it it's helpful but it is a policy that covers other people driving it because the company vehicle and I just say he's working as a representative and that's usually good enough and we can have you drive cars this truck around and deliver them and assemble some of them and they'll be a lot of fun dirt bikes from China into Enduro and driving around is probably a better idea lol I have this whole thing where I'm the invnture and stuff. This awful but I don't feel like having to go to Comic-Con but still she probably get him up there cuz it's the cause. It is true so you can probably deliver 20 of these at a whack and we should do it it's really needy and I'm going to try and get it going and you convert this dirt bike Chinese dirt bike and they got 250s in a mostly and you put it on mid drive motor with transmission and battery and the battery is solid we can make a couple versions and he doesn't like to either but if you use a bigger battery like a d cell and you can put a couple batteries in you can get enough voltage it'll work pretty good to go half as far no it's the third but it takes a long time to charge and also they don't last that long really this guy is a b**** this Trump so the regular battery is solid and the engine it'll go about 120 as an Enduro for about 130 MI that's 150 lb person. With the cheesy battery it will go about 80 miles and the top speed is about a hundred but that's not bad he says and the price difference is big the first one is like a 250 Templar converted would be about $2,500 bucks no it's $3,500 which is not much but I can get them cheaper and if you get the cheaper one it's about $2,800 and you can always convert to get the other battery and it's really not a big deal you just take the battery out and put a new wind in and change the controller and the conversion would be about 800 bucks but still for $3,500 you're getting a motorcycle that it goes further than the zero and we can add a more expensive battery and you could go couple 100 miles that's further than you go on a gas tank.

We have the conversion stuff and I'm trying to set it up and have them deliver it would be great having delivered some of these sports cars after he says but you got to try it no it should be just like the eBay but you can't really ride one around but when he's delivering it it's like he is sponsoring it there's another idea converting quads into street bikes and the UTV in the cars all that stuff can be done and I'm trying to get things going it's real tough Trump is being a bear and he thinks someone PGA side but really it's all his people are you getting mulched

Bg

I'm out of here early and I'm going to work it says what work your AI boy after that enough I've heard it enough and I'm trying but really I'm probably not listening to

Trump

Here's the white people to hear it is AI boy and he's wrong and what you say is who cares if he has the program it's not an all encompassing program or computer they never are huge ones are defeated easily and we're kind of sick of hearing it and you pumped it up a little bit boy that guy's in that case

Bg

You're absolutely wrong Trump and yeah he's right it's just a computer program and you put so much stock in his ridiculous and your people are dying it's gross

Mac daddy

Olympus

[chancellor-reno5]

Space: It's Quiet... Too Quiet

Fandom: N/A

AU?: N/A

Extra: This one is being written with connections to my own characters and their plot line(s).

Tag: @badthingshappenbingo

Lunafullia: The Revenge Of The Ringmaster

The circus grounds of Jejivan. A lively and warm atmosphere all year round, the acts and staff having as much fun as their fans and supporters! Cheers and awes would leave the glow of the tent's entrance around 6 o'clock every night for around 4 hours, 6 hours if it was a special night. Located a few miles south of the capital's centre, it stood to be the biggest source of enjoyment from residents and tourists alike. Hell, even the royals would attend frequently. Who'd expect high ranked members of society to attend events in a red and white tent that seemed to destroy all aspects of basic physics?

Jejivan's Circus. That was its name. Simple yet memorable. The main tent stood at a scarily tall 75ft, the other smaller tents standing at 55ft. Of course, that meant the space inside was just as scarily large, the centre masts stationed over 80ft apart, with a width of over 100 to add - and that's just the main tent. Why would a tent have to be so big? Well, the ringmaster and circus owner wasn't the smallest man - or naga - on Lunafullia's surface. He had to fit somehow!

Speaking of, shall we delve into the ringmaster?

A naga of the largest variety, measuring in at around 90ft long, was the ringmaster. His name was Ryoko Occidendum, and he'd been running this circus for over 150 years. He was the father of the acts, figuratively speaking at least. He made every night unique, with help from his brother on the occasion. As we mention him, Reign Occidendum is the creative manager of the circus, and also the stand in ringmaster if Ryoko couldn't partake. How would that work? Well, Ryoko and Reign are twins, identical twins.

But enough about that! This circus ran for hundreds of years, originally being called Occidendum's Circus, for it was a family thing. Popular, thriving, safe; all things for the circus that was true.

Until it was not.

No birds sang, no sounds at all. Not even the weight of his tail made a sound as he slithered over the abandoned grounds. Or, at least he didn't hear it.

He didn't know. And yet he was the one blamed. He didn't know there was a monstrosity beneath the circus. Several heads, maybe 30 of them? He couldn't quite recall. Each head had black holes for eyes, with teeth like the spikes on a flail. He didn't know.

The tent still stood. But the pain he felt, staring at the shreds of his life, was far too much. The white and red vibrance had been replaced by yellowed and tattered violence, the stench of damp fabric assaulting his senses. The fabric was torn to no end, the centre masts having trenches from where its destroyer had tried to claw its way out of its confines. Old stalls, from which attendees would've gotten their merch and snacks, now rotted and collapsed.

The air stood still. The sickening smells didn't waft away. No sound broke the silence.

It was still there.

Somewhere.

Despite the pain in his chest, he pulled back the ribbons of the tent's entrance, half debating to coil and cry. He didn't stop, advancing into the place he once stood. He stared at the main stage, the memories already surfacing.

"Welcome ladies and gents and everyone present! The circus opens its curtains to you!"

He'd said that. As he had every night. The distinguished hat he always wore, his tailcoat a charming blue, like the early hours of the morning sky. He had his tail, the reds and greens of his scales reflecting the fire light that illuminated their stages, coiled beneath him, his cane raised in a dramatic introduction.

They'd gotten two hours into their set for the night when the first grumble had been heard.

"And what a spectacular performance from our very own pirate captain! Never ceasing to amaze his crew~! Up next-"

He'd been introducing their fire dance act. He remembered it so clearly. He was cut short by a grumble, growl of sorts. He had regained his composure before attempting to introduce the act again, until a loud snarl had ripped through the grounds. He had been scared out of his skin, the first head making its horrific presence known. He had immediately called the night off, shouting and screaming for everyone to get out.

He slithered around the debris, his hood flaring slightly. He was paranoid. Rightly so, though. He didn't know what that creature had been. All he knew was that it had appeared, and ate its way through over 200 supporters of the circus, and hadn't been seen since the grounds were abandoned.

15 years ago to the day.

15 years ago, screams of fear and horror had filled the circus. Reports channeled over the city and beyond. He had been blamed for hiding it. He had insisted he'd not known it was there, and that he had no idea what it was. Survivors backed him up, informing investigators that he had been just as scared as the rest of them.

Now, 15 years on, the area was dead. Silent. Nothing. He had no reason to be there, but there he was.

Clutching his modified masamune with a white-knuckled grip, Jejivan's Circus' former ringmaster relaxed himself, glaring at the place the beast had come from all those years ago. It had destroyed his life.

He felt eyes on him, and his hood flared further. He locked his attention on the darkness ahead.

His life had been destroyed that night: his career, his family's past, his brother, his family at the circus. That beast had killed those he loved, had killed his life and reason for living.

Ryoko had come to repay the favour... Only this time, as the Lord of Jejivan, the Noble Naga of Death.

He would avenge his murdered friends and family.

The memories would be put to an end.

And he'd not be nice about it...

[garaksapprentice]

It seems fast because that estimate is, to my shame, incorrect. (Spoiler: I mistyped up there. It's a week for just the warp yarn, not for the whole fabric.)

That being said, I think knowing how I got to that number is a good exercise to familiarise people with the sheer mind-boggling nature of textile production pre-spinning jenny. So I'm going to run through the maths here.

Please bear in mind that these numbers are extremely wibbly. There is much back of the envelope maths, and a lot of fudging the numbers. There's just too many variables in textile work to do it any other way.

First: how fast are we spinning?

My metres-per-hour number is based on the self-reported speeds of re-enactment spindlers, who had recreated the in-hand method of spinning with a belt distaff. (I swear I had the paper and now I can't find it. Boo.) That's what we see all through medieval paintings and manuscripts, from the end of the Viking age all through the medieval, into the early modern, and even into the late 19th/early 20th century in some parts of Europe. That is, this style:

Their self-reported speeds were 100-150m per hour, when measured over at least sixty minutes of continuous spinning. I'm going to assume we're really good spinners and use the higher number.

Second: How much thread do we need?

Next we find the length of thread needed for a dress. I ballparked a relatively modest 3m of broadcloth (60" width fabric) for a single kirtle, since that's how much we tell people to buy when they want to make their own. You could get away with less if you're poor - say 2.5 m, maybe even 2m if you're short and skinny - but our encampment is a bunch of knights and their retinue. So really, 3m is the minimum for us.

Typical wool fabrics for the period seem to have been sett at around 30 ends per inch (epi) on the coarser end, which makes 1,800 warp threads in a 60" cloth. This is the coarser stuff, mind - the numbers go up fast if you use thinner yarn. But I love me, so I'm not doing the maths.

(These numbers are DEFINITELY fudged. Cloth can change quite a lot from loom state when it's finished and fulled. If anyone has done research on that with regard to recreating medieval textiles, I would love to read it.)

So 1,800 warp threads multiplied by 3m per thread (again, fudged - there's take-up when weaving, plus loom waste to consider; so 3m of cloth needs more than 3m of yarn in its length) gives us 5,400, which is 3.35 miles of thread. 5.4 km ÷ 150 m/h = 36 hours. Hey, we get an early Friday!

But that's only a little over half the thread we need. We need to calculate weft, too. Let's assume we're weaving a plain/tabby cloth (over one, under one, the whole way across - the simplest way to make cloth).

Generally when working out how much yarn you need for a plain weave, you assume 55% for the warp and 45% for the weft. This is too hard for my sad little brain, so I'm just going to double our warp number for 10.8 km of yarn, total (a touch over 6.7 miles). This will also help account for that take-up and loom waste I mentioned above.

So, to make enough fabric for one (1) fairly plain kirtle, in a somewhat coarse fabric, you would need to spin yarn for:

10,800 ÷ 150 = 72 hours.

For ONE dress. Not including the thread to sew it together, which will add another few hours.

Have I mentioned lately how much I like my e-spinner?

me: i'm adding realism to this medieval fantasy setting

what people think i mean: grime, gratuitous sexual assault and murder, misogyny, child marriage

what i actually mean: everyone reads out loud, women are spinning wool all the time, peasants marry at 20, people wear colors.

[marie1-kersaint]

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i apologize for embroiling you into my family's tragedy. 

As soon as i got home, i wrote a letter for my family to take to Atlantis before November 17 (more than a full month before second payment due date.  i text, and warned them.  i asked MOM also to tell them.

Stating, we don't want MOM's health to improve.  MOM, MAXXX had made the decision to just go to hospital (specific hospitals when the pain is too much).  No follow up with PCP, maybe, just maybe take prescribed Rx

tea is enough.

YES PEOPLE WHO TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES DO DROP DEAD WHILE SMOKER, COMEDIAN GEORGE BURNS LIVED 100 AND OTHERS TOO!!! 

Since 2017 i kept trying to get my sister to join THE CLUB hoping MY MAXXX would ride the 3 miles with her before he had gone blind from  diabetes.  (before anyone thinks to say it,  i acknowledge that that could be my fate too and MUCH WORSE)   i became a worse pain in the neck and want them to take care even as a Pharisee i can't do better.    i offer to pay several times.  i asked, begged, annoyed the company to sell GIFT CARDS during Holidays.  NO COMMITTMENT. 

once for Mothers' Day i took MOM to the Palm Beach Gardens and she liked both the DEEP TISSUE MASSAGE CHAIR and THE HYDRO BED.

i annoy them so much that MOM tried and used her Humana Silver Sneakers benefit a couple times (when i'd come down from New Jersey to visit she took us to the beach and she's a good swimmer.

When she came from burying LINDA conway DEMOSTHENES January 2021.  Looking at my mails, i open one that turned out to be her's (SAME NAME).  After almost a year of fighting NOW they finally use her insurance's regularly $150+ toward extra food or OTC etc...

i am always brilliant at looking for trouble.  i was inspired and offered $500/each if after 30 (full) days of using the KNEELING PULL UP they don't see a difference (you know where)

Last year in RiverView's DTMC i groaned why wouldn't GOD release MOM to try something like that for back and other pains!  i made plans to drive east to take her to Atlantis.  Then she fell  3 days before her birthday.

i HATE DRIVING.  Just like in Douglas Adams

i am SORRY for involving your AMAZING CLUB  & EXCELLENT EMPLOYEE into our quagmire

Marie K Demosthenes 

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[dower]

Destination charging. Sort of.

As a recent convert to full EV transportation, I’ve had to adjust my frame reference when travelling. It’s a very different world, and I don’t mean the actual driving experience.

Historically, I’d jump into my car and drive until the petrol light came on, fill up in a few minutes at the next station and I’d be on my way again.

Range anxiety? Mostly no although some of the vehicles I drive/ride have a tank that will only cover 100 or so miles. EVing is very different.

Firstly, charging at home means I so very rarely need to charge in the wild as the car is fully topped up when I sleep. And it’s super cheap. For this alone, an EV is worth it.

Petrol stations are not nice places: security screens, smelly diesel spills, tight parking, expensive shops, and nasty fast food (yes, Greggs, I’m looking at you) make for a deeply unpleasant experience. Some bigger, mostly motorway services are better and offer a US-Mall experience with food courts, garish entertainment, and screaming kids.

Charging out in the wild - fast or rapid charging - is becoming commonplace and often located on or near main trunk routes. But, it’s not like doing a fuel splash and dash stop, and maybe a flying visit to the toilet. No, a trunk-journey charge stop is a considered event, usually planned to last 15 to 30 mins.

30 minutes is an in-between amount of time, too long to do nothing and too short to really get into something. So, toilet, fast food, walk the dog, coffee, or a couple of Youtube shorts is all you can really do.

And then Elon introduces the Supercharging Diner concept (https://www.entrepreneur.com/business-news/elon-musk-tesla-building-drive-in-movie-theater-and-diner/458255) and everything makes perfect sense.

If you’re only stopping for 15-30 minutes you may as well stay in your car, watch something on your phone or oversized car screen. But what if your car could connect to the facility’s services, you could order food, watch stuff, and be advertised to all from the comfort of the driving seat. When the car hits 75% full, you’ve got enough time to pop for a quick pee and then you’re on the road going.

Only to rinse and repeat three hours and 150 miles further down the road. Think about it, Hotdog & Fries every 3 hours. Sounds like they should also provide provide drive-in glucose monitoring stations, too. Or more stores that sell actual healthy stuff - not just stuff marketed as healthy.

We’re off on a short holiday to Wales next week and we’ll likely stop at “that Costa Coffee with two fast chargers outside Wrexham” and grab a coffee and walk/toilet the dog whilst grabbing a cheeky 40-80% charge. We’ll sit outside in the sun on the nice benches - it was real peaceful the last time we were there.

It’s a different kind of destination charge, not at the end of your journey, but somewhere nice, easily accessible, and designed for a 30 minute stop. Not a stinky, polluted, and noisy petrol station forecourt. Nope, those days ate over.

Roll over and die Wooley Edge Services, farewell filling stations - bring on the 30 minute charging destinations. Yay, I’ve seen the future.

[tastydregs]

The AI-Powered, Totally Autonomous Future of War Is Here

A fleet of robot ships bobs gently in the warm waters of the Persian Gulf, somewhere between Bahrain and Qatar, maybe 100 miles off the coast of Iran. I am on the nearby deck of a US Coast Guard speedboat, squinting off what I understand is the port side. On this morning in early December 2022, the horizon is dotted with oil tankers and cargo ships and tiny fishing dhows, all shimmering in the heat. As the speedboat zips around the robot fleet, I long for a parasol, or even a cloud.

The robots do not share my pathetic human need for shade, nor do they require any other biological amenities. This is evident in their design. A few resemble typical patrol boats like the one I’m on, but most are smaller, leaner, lower to the water. One looks like a solar-powered kayak. Another looks like a surfboard with a metal sail. Yet another reminds me of a Google Street View car on pontoons.

These machines have mustered here for an exercise run by Task Force 59, a group within the US Navy’s Fifth Fleet. Its focus is robotics and artificial intelligence, two rapidly evolving technologies shaping the future of war. Task Force 59’s mission is to swiftly integrate them into naval operations, which it does by acquiring the latest off-the-shelf tech from private contractors and putting the pieces together into a coherent whole. The exercise in the Gulf has brought together more than a dozen uncrewed platforms—surface vessels, submersibles, aerial drones. They are to be Task Force 59’s distributed eyes and ears: They will watch the ocean’s surface with cameras and radar, listen beneath the water with hydrophones, and run the data they collect through pattern-matching algorithms that sort the oil tankers from the smugglers.

A fellow human on the speedboat draws my attention to one of the surfboard-style vessels. It abruptly folds its sail down, like a switchblade, and slips beneath the swell. Called a Triton, it can be programmed to do this when its systems sense danger. It seems to me that this disappearing act could prove handy in the real world: A couple of months before this exercise, an Iranian warship seized two autonomous vessels, called Saildrones, which can’t submerge. The Navy had to intervene to get them back.

The Triton could stay down for as long as five days, resurfacing when the coast is clear to charge its batteries and phone home. Fortunately, my speedboat won’t be hanging around that long. It fires up its engine and roars back to the docking bay of a 150-foot-long Coast Guard cutter. I head straight for the upper deck, where I know there’s a stack of bottled water beneath an awning. I size up the heavy machine guns and mortars pointed out to sea as I pass.

The deck cools in the wind as the cutter heads back to base in Manama, Bahrain. During the journey, I fall into conversation with the crew. I’m eager to talk with them about the war in Ukraine and the heavy use of drones there, from hobbyist quadcopters equipped with hand grenades to full-on military systems. I want to ask them about a recent attack on the Russian-occupied naval base in Sevastopol, which involved a number of Ukrainian-built drone boats bearing explosives—and a public crowdfunding campaign to build more. But these conversations will not be possible, says my chaperone, a reservist from the social media company Snap. Because the Fifth Fleet operates in a different region, those on Task Force 59 don’t have much information about what’s going on in Ukraine, she says. Instead, we talk about AI image generators and whether they’ll put artists out of a job, about how civilian society seems to be reaching its own inflection point with artificial intelligence. In truth, we don’t know the half of it yet. It has been just a day since OpenAI launched ChatGPT 504, the conversational interface that would break the internet.

[icinch]

A Never-ending Supply of New Ideas

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A Never-ending Supply of New Ideas

Something I come back to time and again is the importance of generating ideas, having ideas and then putting the best of those ideas to work. Every business you see and every invention you marvel at was at first someone’s idea. Every great blog post, piece of new content, information product, etc., all started as a tiny little seed inside someone’s brain…

Without the idea, nothing else flows. With the idea, anything is possible.

So how do you get great ideas? By training your brain to find them for you. Every day write down 10 new ideas. If you can’t think of 10, then write 20.

“But if I can’t come up with 10, how am I going to think of 20?”

By relaxing and having fun.

The reason 10 ideas a day is hard is because you think every idea has to be good. No. Even most of the ideas you first think are good won’t actually be… That’s okay. Just train your brain that you want 10 (or 20) new ideas every single day, and your brain will deliver. It’ll be slow at first, but it’s like a muscle – the more you exercise it, the stronger it gets.

Write down your ideas. ALWAYS write down your ideas. Even the hair-brained ones. This teaches your mind to keep finding new ones.

How Do I Know It’s a Good Idea?

Short answer – you don’t. It might sound, look, feel, taste and smell like a good idea, but until you test it out, you just don’t know.

So if you think it might be a winner, take fast action and see what happens. If it fails, you haven’t wasted much time or many resources.

New Projects are Like a Road Trip

You know that ancient saying, “A journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step.” Imagine this:

You’re starting out on a road trip. Maybe it’s your first road trip, so you’re going to make it easy – 150 miles – or kilometers – it doesn’t matter.

You’re in your car pulling onto the road, headed in the right direction.

Now quick: Tell me every curve of the road ahead, every car or truck you’re going to meet, every stop you’re going to make along the way.

What? You don’t know? You can’t see 50 miles ahead? 100 miles ahead?

Of course not.

Then why is it that when most people start a new project, they think they have to know every step they’ll take before they ever start?

You don’t. You only have to know two things: Your destination, and the first step in the right direction. That’s all you need to get started. And just as the road keeps appearing as you continue to move forward, the next step will become obvious as you complete the present step.

So start exercising your idea generating muscle, implement new ideas quickly and leverage the ones that gain traction to create your next business and life success. Then wash, rinse and repeat…

[mallowbees]

A snippet of transcript from a long conversation about disabilities and chronic illness from Joe and Cleo’s March 23rd, 2022 craft hermits stream:

Cleo: “-When you’re talking about, ah, specific people. Um. And say ‘they’re so great for what they do and they push through and I’ve got a lot of respect for that.’ It’s a case of, what if they, couldn't? Push through?”

Joe: “Yeah, I spent three months on bed rest because I couldn’t push through.”

Joe: “I was in the best shape of my life. I could run an 18 minute 3 mile, do 20 pull-ups, in a minute, and do 100 sit-ups in 2 minutes. That’s like the minimum for being a marine core infantry officer.”

Cleo: “Mhm.”

Joe: “I was in the best shape of my life. I had gotten to college and I weighed 125 pounds, and there’s a joke you gain the freshman 15 because of the food or whatever.”

Cleo: “Yeah.”

Joe: “I gained 25 pounds of muscle. In one year. I was 150 pounds of muscle. And in the best shape of my life. Umm.”

Joe, reading chat: “Quarka says ‘thats a perfect 100 PFT.’ If you’re gonna be a marine core infantry officer you need to be able, to do a perfect 100 PFT. That is literally, that’s the baseline. You aren’t going to be a good leader in the marine core if you cannot do that. You’re not gonna make it through OCS. Um, if you cant do that. Okay.”

Joe: “And so, what I’m saying is uh. I was, I had every physical advantage in terms of, powering through, some sort of illness. Um. And like, when they were checking um- Cause they checked everything. This was like really like, this digestive issue manifested in a way that looked like it was respiratory.”

Joe: “And then when it wasn’t respiratory, and my body freaked out in response to the steroids they gave me for that, uh, because it turns out digestive issues respond very poorly to steroids. They checked a bunch of stuff. They did an ultrasound on my heart and the person was like ‘i don’t ever get to do ultrasounds on hearts this good. this is bizarre.’”

Joe: “Like-”

Cleo: “Mhm.”

Joe: “-Cardiac wise I was fine! I was in incredible cardiovascular shape. I was in incredible muscular shape. But my digestive system just decided one day, that it had been too stressed out, and it wasn’t gonna happen. And-”

Cleo: “It was done.”

Joe: “It was done.”

Joe: “And-and I was, I spent three months thinking on bed-rest, what if the rest of my life is on bed-rest? What if I’m struggling to get to the bathroom, dizzy, trying not to fall over, everyday for the rest of my life? I’m depending on other people to bring me food or to help me stagger to the dining hall on the days where I felt like I could maybe walk a hundred feet, just to see if I could.”

Cleo: “Yeah.”

Joe: “Um, and like yeah. So its like, I’m glad that you know, some people are like ‘wow joe, its really inspiring that even though you dealt with that you're doing this now’ but like.”

Joe: “What if I couldn't?”

Cleo: “Yeah.”

Joe: “What do I deserve in that case?”

Joe: “I think that it would be nice if uh, you know, I wasn't just completely forgotten by society or ignored, because I might still be able to contribute something. Even if it wasn't this.”

Cleo: “Mhm.”

Joe: “I don't know what that is, and I was terrified the whole time to think about how... horrible a process it would be to find out. But. you know.”

Cleo: “So yeah its a case of- When you're saying ‘well this person managed to do this and this and this so i respect them for pushing through.’ And I’m like. But.-”

Cleo: “You need to be aware that some people just can’t. And when you’re saying you're proud of this person you need to- You need to actually say- Okay, you can be proud of them and that's great- But you cant. Like. Even pretend that that's the norm.-”