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Unetbootin for Linux not properly creating a bootable USB, and I cannot boot with it. Possibly a permissions error?

2023.06.04 09:21 personman44 Unetbootin for Linux not properly creating a bootable USB, and I cannot boot with it. Possibly a permissions error?

I'm trying to do this on a Fedora 37 KDE virtual machine. This distro has SELinux implemented, though I'm not sure if it's the cause. PC is Dell XPS 8500 from 2012, and this is the update I'm trying to do.
I have been following this and this video (both doing the same exact thing pretty much) to use UNetbootin to create a bootable USB to boot into FreeDOS and update the BIOS of my decade old XPS 8500 PC. For PCs this old, you have to do this. Dell and the videos show people formatting the USB to FAT32, so I did that too, and then used UNetbootin exactly like they did.
However, there's something that happens in all these videos that isn't happening for me, and it's causing the booting to fail. At 5:12 of this video and 4:00 of this video, after they use UNetbootin to create the bootable USB, the USB has a couple of files such as libcom32.c32, libutil.c32, menu.c32, syslinux.cfg, ubninit, and ubnkern. However, my USB only has ubnkern after using UNetbootin, and nothing else.
Also in the videos, when they click OK and let UNetbootin do the operation, they see a progress bar load, and then click exit on an installation complete popup. For me, I see the progress bar at 0% for a split second, and then the popup just disappears and the app closes.
I'm wondering if it's a permissions issue. It's pointed out in the first of those 2 videos at this timestamp that UNetbootin doesn't launch properly all the time, so he forces it to launch properly using sudo QT_X11_NO_MITSHM=1 unetbootin.
I had to use that command, because opening UNetbootin the normal way gives this popup titled "Run as root - KDE su"
```The action you requested needs root privileges.Please enter root's password below or click Ignore to continue with your current privileges"
Command: 'bash -c '\"QT_X11_NO_MITSHM=1 /usbin/unetbootin "rootcheck=no'''\'''
Password: [Password Textbox]``
If I type the password, it gives me this error:
```Permission denied. Possibly incorrect password, please try again. On some systems, you need to be in a special group (often: wheel) to use this program
Command: 'bash -c '\"QT_X11_NO_MITSHM=1 /usbin/unetbootin "rootcheck=no'''\''' ```
If I click the ignore button, it gives this error popup titled "Error -KDE su"
```Cannot execute command 'bash -c '\"QT_X11_NO_MITSHM=1 /usbin/unetbootin "rootcheck=no'''\'''
(Not sure if I got the apostrophes/quote symbols right. It doesn't let me copy the messages on any of these popups)
I can't try rufus instead because that's only available on Windows, and I'm on Linux. Any ideas on why this isn't working?
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2023.06.04 09:05 avarciousRutabega99 Some questions from a beginner that I cant seem to find answers to anywhere else

Does the schedule I choose to follow depend on what my goals are? I dont want/need to lose much weight in fact I’d actually like to gain muscle. All the resources say someone like me with my goals needs to eat between 1800-2000 calories per day. (32 year old male, 5’9, 155 lbs approximately 20% body fat)
Should I not be doing 16:8? Eating two ≈ 1000 calorie meals in 8 hours seems like a lot for my body to process, however wont a shorter fasting period mean I’m not reaping all the benefits of a longer fast such as lowering blood pressure, better mitochondrial function, anti-inflammatory/anti-aging, and leptin balance? One of my primary reasons for doing IF is that I’m obsessed with food, “always” hungry and pretty much addicted to high carb processed junk foods (potatoes chips and the like) as well as cookies, ice cream typical stuff like that.
Sorry if these questions are easily answered somewhere else and feel free to direct me to those resources. Thanks!
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2023.06.04 08:50 fctal Bold prediction

Feel free to bash me but here it goes. What if we get a summonable Ultra unit for each part of the celebration? This would be peak bandai greed. Anyone else think this is possible?
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2023.06.04 08:38 personman44 Unetbootin for Linux not properly creating a bootable USB, and I cannot boot with it. Possibly a permissions error?

I'm trying to do this on a Fedora 37 KDE virtual machine. This distro has SELinux implemented, though I'm not sure if it's the cause. PC is Dell XPS 8500 from 2012, and this is the update I'm trying to do.
I have been following this and this video (both doing the same exact thing pretty much) to use UNetbootin to create a bootable USB to boot into FreeDOS and update the BIOS of my decade old XPS 8500 PC. For PCs this old, you have to do this. Dell and the videos show people formatting the USB to FAT32, so I did that too, and then used UNetbootin exactly like they did.
However, there's something that happens in all these videos that isn't happening for me, and it's causing the booting to fail. At 5:12 of this video and 4:00 of this video, after they use UNetbootin to create the bootable USB, the USB has a couple of files such as libcom32.c32, libutil.c32, menu.c32, syslinux.cfg, ubninit, and ubnkern. However, my USB only has ubnkern after using UNetbootin, and nothing else.
Also in the videos, when they click OK and let UNetbootin do the operation, they see a progress bar load, and then click exit on an installation complete popup. For me, I see the progress bar at 0% for a split second, and then the popup just disappears and the app closes.
I'm wondering if it's a permissions issue. It's pointed out in the first of those 2 videos at this timestamp that UNetbootin doesn't launch properly all the time, so he forces it to launch properly using sudo QT_X11_NO_MITSHM=1 unetbootin.
I had to use that command, because opening UNetbootin the normal way gives this popup titled "Run as root - KDE su"
```The action you requested needs root privileges.Please enter root's password below or click Ignore to continue with your current privileges"
Command: 'bash -c '\"QT_X11_NO_MITSHM=1 /usbin/unetbootin "rootcheck=no'''\'''
Password: [Password Textbox]``
If I type the password, it gives me this error:
```Permission denied. Possibly incorrect password, please try again. On some systems, you need to be in a special group (often: wheel) to use this program
Command: 'bash -c '\"QT_X11_NO_MITSHM=1 /usbin/unetbootin "rootcheck=no'''\''' ```
If I click the ignore button, it gives this error popup titled "Error -KDE su"
```Cannot execute command 'bash -c '\"QT_X11_NO_MITSHM=1 /usbin/unetbootin "rootcheck=no'''\'''
(Not sure if I got the apostrophes/quote symbols right. It doesn't let me copy the messages on any of these popups)
I can't try rufus instead because that's only available on Windows, and I'm on Linux. Any ideas on why this isn't working?
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2023.06.04 08:35 InkDiamond [PI] They’d scrounged up what little they had, but neither knew what to do next. They had never been in a situation like this before—never attended such an event. What the Archives called: a par-ty

Marc gave it another go. He tipped his hand forward. The silver patty rolled off him, dropping toward the cave floor.
It stopped short of hitting the path. The shiny disc halted in the air, dangling at the end of a thin white line.
He watched the small wheel spin. It might have been the most fun he’d had all year. Even more fun than that mud puddle he’d found the other day.
How does it keep going? Marc thought to himself. And without any power??
Marc assumed the disc was some sort of technological marvel from the past. But the Archives had little information on it, only a name. It was called a “yo-yo.”
They all must have had one of these, he posited.
As Marc walked down the stone ramp, he cast the yo-yo again. The toy’s quiet spin was the only sound in the cavern. The soft hiss of string versus metal reverberated gently in the spacious cave.
Marc focused all his attention on the little gadget. He was determined to enjoy every last minute of the universe, no matter what. And that evening, the yo-yo more than accomplished that goal.
The shimmering yo-yo, however, couldn’t prevent the world around him from crumbling. The ground started to rumble. The rest of the cave shook with it. The underground city shook as the plasma storm above battered it—and the rest of the planet.
Marc’s home broke down. Cracks appeared in the ceiling. Waterfalls of dust poured out of them. It wouldn't be long before the whole thing collapsed. That is, if the plasma storm didn’t swallow it whole first.
A few clumps of dirt wouldn’t ruin Marc’s fun. He pulled the hood of his shawl over his head and extended his ragged sleeves toward each hand. His clothes shielded him from the falling dust; the gritty particles made themselves at home on his messy shawl. And Marc was free to perfect his newest trick.
The rumbling died down though as Marc descended the ramp. The yo-yo string didn’t wobble so much, and he didn't have to watch his steps as carefully. He just hoped the quaking wouldn’t come back to ruin his event.
Speaking of which, Marc glanced ahead toward his destination below. What he saw rocked him even harder than the earthquake had.
What in the sinkpits…?
Marc stopped in his tracks. He even started to reach for his knife. All because he’d detected a speck of something suspicious. Something he didn't see much of every day: color.
Showy landmarks weren’t something endemic to his home. The Outpost was more of a dusty gray-and-brown sort of place. The walls were sandstone. The floor was sandstone. And the ceiling? …Granite?
No, sandstone. All under the faint glow of a string of depressed lightbulbs.
The intriguing blip in the gray-and-tan collage was farther up the path. Ahead of the ramp, on Level 8, Marc saw the same three steel doors he was used to seeing. The front doors of underground homes, lined up in a row, each closed into the cave wall.
However, there was something different about the third door. It looked… alive. Like it didn’t belong in a dreary place like the Outpost. But it was too far away to tell what exactly had been done to it.
Marc squinted at it suspiciously. The third door happened to be his destination. And now it was weird.
He considered waiting and observing the mutated door. A child of the Outpost, Marc had developed a healthy fear of the unusual.
These habits, along with his instincts, kept him safe. They’d specifically preserved him while the rest of humanity perished.
But he shrugged off the instinct to wait. Something new and “different” was ahead, and he wanted to see it.
But just as a precaution, it was time for his yo-yo’s last trick. He got in one final throw then placed the toy into his satchel. He dropped it on top of his arsenal of cables, wrenches, and screwdrivers.
And by the time he’d snapped the satchel shut, the long ramp had bottomed out. He’d made it to the next level.
To his left, the wall had been spray-painted. Scrawled-out black letters stood against the sandy background. They stated, “Now Level 8.
Marc followed the sign. He stayed close to the wall, crossing to the stone pedestrian path. He passed one untouched steel door with a dusted-over mail slot in the wall beside it. Then he passed a second home—abandoned like the first. And finally, he arrived at his friend’s place and the mysterious blip on Level 8.
To his surprise, the steel door elicited a flush of emotion. His heart floated upward. And the portrait before him drew his focus in like an otherworldly beacon.
How did it get so…?
Marc pulled back his hood. The ground popped with the sandy grains he released.
He could hardly believe the difference. The door used to blend in with the others: another ridged steel face that spent most of its time rusting or collecting dirt.
But it was no longer muffled by the dust and dirt that had built up over the years.
Today, it sung. Paint streaks flew across its visage. They swirled and spiraled, forming stars and other shapes. Where previously gray and rust dominated, colors sprang forth—colors that Marc didn't even have the names for. They were many, and they were warm, like the evening sky just after sunset. Marc could hardly wrap his head around the entire image.
He swelled with gratitude.
Only you could have pulled this off. He thought of his friend, the painter. The one person in the colony who’d ever been any fun. The one other person in the colony who was left…
The artist had done the unthinkable. Foraging the garden below for something other than food. Spending work time measuring and concocting the perfect blends of paint. And then slathering their fingers across the giant door, until its old face was but a memory. And all that effort for only a single other person to appreciate.
Newly inspired, Marc searched for an unpainted space on the metal canvas. He found one and knocked on the door.
He took a step back and waited. The outside of the Outpost was lively. Excited wind rushed through the canyon.
By contrast, the Outpost itself was silent. If there was anyone left to say anything, they may have even called it “dead.”
Or nearly dead, anyway. The last morsel of it came to life as the door in front of Marc groaned.
It floated off the ground, inching upward. On the other side, Marc could hear a hand crank clicking away.
Ktch… ktch… ktch… ktch…
The corrugated door lifted, and the door rolled up. The tip of the artist’s painting started to slip from view.
Ktch… ktch… ktch… ktch…
Behind the door, chains reeled at a slow clip. The heavy curtain was halfway up. Marc could now see his best friend's lower half. Buff Lenorkian legs pumped back and forth with each crank.
The door unveiled even more of the owner. A torso in a metal suit appeared. Four ripped arms stretched out of it. They rotated, moving to the clicking beats of the door.
Ktch… ktch… ktch… ktch…
The door raised a few inches further, uncovering the bottom half of a cobalt blue face. Two rows of razor-sharp teeth smiled from ear to ear. A few inches more, and Marc could see the whole of the Lenorkian’s face.
Sid greeted Marc as the last of the door raised.
Finally!” he said.
Marc didn’t get a chance to respond. His body lurched forward involuntarily. He slammed into Sid’s metal suit.
The armor squealed as Sid’s upper two arms squeezed him tighter. The lower set of arms had reeled Marc in.
Marc hated hugs. Stupid mushy emotional wraparounds. But just this one final time, Marc returned the gesture. He squeezed Sid back.
“Happy Worlds’ End!” Sid said from the other side of the embrace.
“Yeah,” Marc replied, “Happy Worlds’ End.”
The two separated.
“Cool painting, by the way,” Marc said. He pointed at the rolled-up door. “I didn’t think you’d top the one in the garden.”
“You think so?” Sid sheepishly smiled. “Well I’ve had more time to practice since… you know.”
“Yeah, I get it,” Marc said. “Me too. That’s how I actually got you something.”
Marc swung his heavy satchel around. He rifled through it, squeezing through cables, knocking handles and parts out of the way. And then—ah.
He fished out a crumpled rag. Holding it in one hand, he began to gently unfold it.
“I found this a few days ago in the garden,” he said. The edges of the cloth fell. They revealed a small, glass object. It sparkled.
Marc continued, “I think it fits your style—I mean, I know it’s a little smudged and chipped but...”
He swirled the crystal trinket around. The cavern’s incandescent light flittered across its clear edges.
He touched it too, tracing the slender portion of it with his thumb. It was the neck of the crystal swan.
“It’s yours,” Marc said, offering up the bird.
Sid cupped two shovel-sized hands and accepted the gift.
“It’s beautiful…” he said, examining it. “I can’t believe anything like this could have survived this long.” He looked up at Marc and smiled, “Thank you so much. I just wish I had a little longer to could enjoy it.”
They chuckled lightly about their impending obliteration.
“Well, come on in,” Sid said. He extended both of his left arms. They gestured toward the cave interior. “We’ll finish off this universe how it started,” he said. He mashed his upper two fists together. “With a bang!”
“I hear that!” Marc nodded. He crossed over into Sid’s house.
As Marc passed Sid, a wave of discomfort hit him. Sid had switched out his usual t-shirt and jeans. He wore old armor instead. And the metal plating taunted Marc.
Marc’s next question came out more accusatory than curious.
“So… a Lenorkian throwback, huh?” he asked Sid.
Sid had just finished finding the perfect home for his swan. He left it on a shelf next to the front door.
He turned to face Marc. He hid his embarrassment behind a jagged smile.
“Oh!” he said. “Uhhh…” Three of Sid’s arms disappeared behind his back. The cone-shaped cuffs at the end of each wrist clanked against the back of his chest armor. The fourth arm nervously scratched his blue head. “I don’t know,” he said. “It's stupid, I guess. I can take it off… if you want.”
Marc didn’t want to address the topic head-on. He stopped in the cave’s entry. He pretended to admire the walls—as if he’d never seen sandstone before.
“No, leave it on,” he said. “You look… like a true Lenorkian.” He turn around and forced a smile.
It wasn’t enough.
“Okay, let’s get this out of the way,” Sid said. He marched up to Marc.
Sid took a deep breath before he spoke.
“Tonight's really important to me,” he continued. “This is the last impression anyone’s going to make on the universe. So I need you on board.” He continued staring down at Marc. “Can you do that? For me?”
Marc didn’t see what the big deal was. It was just a couple of best friends hanging out.
“Yeah, why not?” he shrugged. “End it the way it started.”
The exchange turned into awkward silence. Neither knew what to do next. They had never been in a situation like this before—never attended such an event. What the Archives called: a par-ty.
Sid shook off the figurative mask he’d been wearing—one that was uncharacteristically dour. His eyes lightened, and he bobbed his head knowingly.
“I went through the Archives to see how this works,” he said. He walked toward the long horizontal counter against the wall—the kitchen.
On the counter, chaos ran wild. Bowls and kitchenware spread across the surface. And the insides of his pots and pans resembled the dirty mouth of a garbage chute.
Marc wasn’t sure what to think. Was cleaning the host’s kitchen a staple of ancient parties?
Sid too seemed a bit confused. His next words came out robotically, as if he was practicing a new word he’d learned.
“’Can-I-offer-you-a-drink?’” Sid asked. He stood nervously in front of the counter.
Looking closer at it, three unusual objects stood apart from the kitchenware mess. It took Marc a while to remember what their outdated, bendy material was called.
Plastic. Three pink and plastic cups sat equidistant from one another.
“I got these from here,” Sid reached under the counter and pulled up some sort of transparent bag. Pink cups just liked the others were stacked on top of each other inside.
Sid packed the bag back under the counter.
“So?” he asked after he finished. He held all four hands together in anticipation. His smile may have looked like an industrial-grade rock shredder, but it was hard to resist his innocent blue face and big wide eyes.
Marc eyed the pink cups one last time.
“This better not kill me,” he said.
Sid wasted no time. He excitedly grabbed a cup and walked over to a large pot sitting on the counter.
Using a nearby ladle, he plunged into the vat. An unappetizing sloshing sound resulted. And Sid, as strong as he was, seemed to struggle with scooping out some of the mystery liquid. But in the end, he pulled back the ladle and unloaded an opaque, muddy liquid into the cup.
“It's a homeworld classic called fludge,” Sid said as he finished pouring.
He treaded over to his reluctant friend and handed off the plastic cup.
“Did you say ‘fludge’?” Marc asked. He swished the cup around cautiously. The earthy liquid hardly budged.
“Yeah, fludge! Us Lenorkians invented it. It’s kind of the only tasty thing we ever bothered to make.”
Marc sniffed it. It smelled… burnt? Maybe a little dusty, too? But he could have just been smelling the cave.
Sid left Marc alone with Marc’s questionable new assignment. He returned to the pot to pour himself a drink.
“Just try it!” he said.
Marc looked down again at the dark soup. It could kill him. Or maybe it wouldn't.
Either way, it was his last drink.
He took a timid sip and waited to be repulsed. The fludge trickled to the back of his tongue. As it hit, Marc’s eyes widened. But not with regret.
He swallowed.
“Now wait a minute…” he said. He smacked his lips together. Then he took another, larger sip.
This curious dark liquid had a unique taste to it. The taste was earthen—but unoffending. It also had a subtle undercurrent of sweetness to it, combined with a spicy kick. It was delicious.
“This might be the best drink in the entire Outpost!” Marc exclaimed.
Pure joy bloomed on Sid’s face. “See! I told you: the greatest thing we ever made.”
He held his own cup above his open jaws. The falling fludge was no match for the alien. He guzzled it down, licked his lips, and then went back for more.
As Sid fashioned himself another drink, Marc noticed something a tad unsettling. A third pink cup stared back at him. It prompted an uncomfortable thought, but he shoved the thought back down.
The Lenorkian carried back his second drink. Though this time, he took it in small, human-sized sips.
But he quickly reanimated. In the middle of a sip, Sid got a wild look in his eyes. His irises turned from their natural violet to scarlet. He yanked the cup from his face and swallowed.
“Argh, how did I forget?” he said. “I got music!”
Marc cut his sip short too. “No way. You got music?
“I think so!”
Sid did an about face. He slammed the half-empty cup on the counter. Then he shuffled toward a giant metal column protruding from the far wall. Four ink-blue hands wrapped around the cover of the vent. And he went for it.
Sid struggled to pull off the cover of the vent at first. His armor ballooned around his biceps as his muscles bulged outward. Yet the cover wouldn't budge.
But it seemed like an important part of his evening plans. He scolded the stubborn vent, banging on its top.
“Oh, you’re gonna get it now!” he said. He latched onto the vent again.
This time, he put even more effort in. To the point where Marc sensed that Sid was losing a grip on his own body. Out of his forehead, two thumb-sized cones began to rise. His breathing turned low and raspy. And his whole body seemed to expand as he repositioned himself for leverage. Then with one final pull, like a wild beast, he let out of a deep, guttural roar.
HAWRRRRRRRRRRRGGH!” The roar echoed off the cave walls.
And with that, the stubborn vent cover finally popped off. A breath of wind pulsed through the room as the air pressure equalized itself.
But the wind wasn’t finished. After the initial pulse exited, a mighty gust picked up where the original pulse left off. The vent shot more wind into the room, but rapidly, like a storm. Tiny coarse particles rattled inside the duct. And in the room, a rush of wind whipped past Marc’s face. He felt little nips across his exposed skin as it passed him.
Both partiers shielded their faces from the most direct blasts of air. Sid smiled nervously as he looked to Marc. He raised his voice over the whining airstream.
“It’s from the sandplains above!” he said in an elevated voice. “I thought we’d use the sandstorm for music! Do you like it?”
Music… Marc wasn’t exactly an expert. Even though humans were said to be naturals at it, not much on the subject had made it into the Archives. The Outpost didn’t have much of it either. The closest he got was the occasional chant, stray birds twittering about, or maybe someone banging on rocks.
But Marc did know one thing on the subject. Where there was music, there was dancing.
That said, he had never danced before either. But a long time ago, his parents told him it was something all humans could do. It was something they carried in their blood. Once humans found a pattern in music, they could match it to their body language. And once they’d synced melody and movement, they could ride that wave to a whole new experience.
Might as well give it a shot, he thought. Marc too put his cup on the counter.
With his hands free, Marc backed up toward the middle of the room. He closed his eyes, felt the wind. It filled his ears with its gusty energy. It hit him in pumps as the storm raged above.
Though not totally predictable, the wind did hit him consistently. There was some sort of kinetic pattern to it.
Yes, a pattern.
Well actually, he’d heard it called by another name. What was that word his mother had used? He opened his eyes when he remembered: rhythm.
Marc stretched out his arms. He relaxed his hips. He felt the wind’s whips and waves across his arms. He let his arms follow them, swaying with the current. Not long after, his hips joined in. They too gyrated, trying to match the energetic gusts. He kept at it. And the first time Marc felt both himself and the wind moving together, he grinned.
“This is amazing!” he said. Around them, the wind crooned.
Sid was entranced. He nodded back while staring at Marc’s strange movements. He’d never really seen dancing either. But he figured he would give it a shot too. He loosened up his arms and walked onto the dance floor with Marc.
Before dancing himself, he studied Marc first. He watched how the scavenger moved his arms—and when the scavenger moved his arms.
Sid’s limbs followed. Four muscular arms rose in the air, like fighter jets on their way to a dogfight. And on a one or two second delay, they swayed after Marc’s.
For a while, they followed Marc completely. Then Sid went down his own path. The Lenorkian’s movements grew aggressive and battle-like. He punched at the wind swiping across him. He shuffled his feet as if swapping battle stances.
He caught Marc’s curiosity. Even as a novice, Marc could tell Sid’s movements weren’t traditional by any means. But to Marc, it was dancing all the same.
The two danced to the chorus of the air above. They laughed occasionally as changes in the rhythm of the wind tripped them up. In his head, Marc compared it to the painting on Sid’s door. The colony had never seen anything like this either.
Then something interrupted their dancing. The ground beneath them shook, throwing them off their feet. Heavy gray dirt trickled from the ceiling as the entire cave rumbled. And outside, the distant sky flashed and crackled. Its light illuminated the cave in violent spurts as the boys struggled to stand back up.
Eventually, the violent quaking and frightening flashes died down. The plasma storm held its breath once again.
The boys got back on their feet, but all the joy had seeped out of Sid’s face. He just stared at the floor in deep contemplation. Even as the windy music started back up.
Marc figured he would rescue his friend from whatever dark thoughts had turned up. Naturally, the end of the universe was a real bummer.
“End of the world got you down, huh?” He tried to laugh it off. The whole situation was pretty sad. Especially when they were having so much fun. But it was best to end the universe on a high note, right?
Nevertheless, Sid seemed dejected. He mumbled something inaudible.
“Dude, I can’t hear over the song!” Marc said in an elevated voice.
Sid spoke up over the wind. “That’s not what I’m upset about,” he said, his voice still fairly low.
“Then what are you upset about?”
Sid blurted out his response. “Because I invited Tōn-E, okay?
He couldn’t bring himself to look Marc in the eye. Because he knew what was coming.
YOU DID WHAT?!” Marc shouted over the music. Marc himself stomped over to the vent. He picked the cover off the floor—though he struggled quite a bit with it. It was heavier than Sid made it look. But he hoisted it back into the mouth of the vent. The music shut off. The steady drop of sand on the cave floor ceased.
“Say that again,” he leveled in Sid’s direction.
What was I supposed to do?” Sid remade eye contact. “Not invite the only other intelligent being to the last party the universe will ever have?
Marc needed no time to answer. He nodded insistently. “Yes. That was exactly what you were supposed to do. What the hell, Sid?” Marc would have continued, but there was another disturbance outside. He caught a glimpse of movement in the doorway.
Thanks for reading some of my words :) I’m trying stuff out, so let me know what you think.
The rest of the story is here
Based on this prompt
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2023.06.04 08:35 Ryubium [US-NE] [H] Pikachu N3DS XL, Mega Man Battle Network 1-3, GB/GBC Zelda [W] PayPal
Hey all,
Looking to sell a couple of things from my collection today. All prices will be shipped, PayPal G&S. Let me know if you have any questions or want any more pictures.

US Pikachu New 3DS XL - $430 USD
Overall in great condition and works flawlessly. Unmodded. Stylus and charger is included.
Screens are dual TN and scratch-less with a screen protector on the top screen. Bit of dust stuck under the bottom screen but not noticeable when playing.
Both the back and faceplate are scratch-free bar a minor blemish I tried to capture on the backplate. It is barely noticeable.
Slight impression on bottom inner plate and a paint chip on the lower left bezel as pictured.

Mega Man Battle Network 1-3 (loose)
All 4 cartridges work as pictured and are in decent condition. Labels are not flawless, but are not peeling or overly scratched.
Prices are:
Battle Network 1 - $55
Battle Network 2 - $40
Battle Network 3 - $20/ea
Take all 4 for $115.

GB/GBC Zelda games
All 3 cartridges work as pictured. Link’s Awakening’s battery is dead and label is peeling in top right. Oracle of Ages and Seasons save and their labels are in okay shape — some scrapes on both.
Prices are:
Link’s Awakening - $30
Oracle of Ages and Seasons - $50/ea
Take all 3 for $115.
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2023.06.04 08:19 DaneDePasquale Is LO8 the lowest form of Variance Poker?

Began playing in 2019 and havent stopped. In that time ive played live + online 1/2 and tourneys+ mixed games. As any starter player knows not going bust and having a good Bankroll Management is important. As I reload my small bankroll of $2000 for the 10th time in the last 3 years. I began to think what style of poker will limit the swings the most. I spent the better part of today learning that LO8 lowers the variance and swings.
Can someone confirm that LO8 (Limit Omaha Hi/Lo) is the most ideal game for limiting variance and trying to keep swings to a minimum?
The thinking is bet sized is cap cause of the "Limit Aspect". Reduces losing all your chips at once
Hi/Lo allows you half the pot if you have "high nuts" plus some free rolls from time to time with lows, flush draws etc.
Thanks for reading hope i was clear. Just want to maximize my bankroll this time. My avg buy in is $200 at all limits.
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2023.06.04 07:55 PrincessoftheDead Tidings from Hell’s Hydro Plant [Part 1]

June 3, 2023. 10:34PM Perhaps I am being a little unfair when I say that this place is Hell’s collection plate for those not wicked enough for eternal condemnation but not quite lucky enough to be born to purgatory, which is to say, I am right at home. I suppose Wylwood is my home now. As someone once told me, “You really never can go back.” Not that I ever want to go back home, though I suppose the offer is still on the table. But I am getting ahead of myself. Wylwood is one of those little towns tucked deep in the dark Appalachia forest where everyone knows every single thing about everyone else and their last twelve generations going back. Just ask any person you run across what exactly a “double first cousin” is. Of course, for the towns older women, this is treated as a matchmaking request, so please apply caution here. Wylwood is a small town, population of around 2,200, if you only count people and not the many ghouls, bears, and other large commonly thought to be extinct mammals that call this place home. The town is rather snake-like and follows along an abundant river that carves a path between steep and unforgiving hillside. Incidentally, as a traveling passenger goes by, they will notice all of the towns buildings that haven’t been burned or boarded up are located between rock and river with nearly ludicrous amounts of train track interspersed. Coal, poverty and despair are the major exports of this town. Visitors to the nearby national park are the only true imports. The town also proudly supports it’s very own emergency room, post office, and no less than three dollar stores, and one restaurant in a converted car repair garage. My name is Kate Fugate, you may call me Kate, you may call me Katie, frankly you can call me Fido for all I care. You may not call me by my birth name, and just to make myself clear, no, I’m not going to tell you, so there. I am 27, and I have recently decided that I need to start this online diary as well, this is really, really, REALLY hard for me to acknowledge. “Just accept it Kate.” My inner dialogue says. “Must I though?” I argue, “Nothing is certain, it is not set.” “Damn it, Kate.” The dialogue is much more forceful this time “It happens to EVERYONE, it has spared NONE of them, not one, and you are not special.” “Fine, but let me do this on my terms.” I concede. I, Kate Fugate, probably, though will not say for certain, have a hereditary, issue? Conundrum? The problem is, my entire hereditary line of females, probably going back to Lilith herself has had an early onset dementia with some downright weird symptoms. The great majority of them are able to “pass” as socially normal but everyone always feels something is just a bit off. Would they feel the same, I wonder if they shared a home for as long as I did? The point of this journaling is because I want to retain as much memory as possible and I want a reference point, so when or if my grasp with reality become untethered, I won’t be too adrift. Already, I feel something is very wrong with the picture. Why in one of the biggest coal producing areas is there a hydroelectric plant? You tell me. No, seriously tell me. Most of the locals are opposed to renewable energy as they feel it is a threat to their livelihood but when talking about this specific hydro plant it is considered absolutely crucial. Why is it too, that absolutely no one local would be interested in this job when it was a better option than most in the area? I was offered a very generous sign on bonus with the government after graduating with a Marine Biology degree that, after being given ton of loans, I found out was not in as much demand as the college led me to believe. The contract outlines that I must stay here for 10 years, housing will be provided, but failure to stay my term will result in “severe penalties.” “And what exactly are those penalties, Mrs. Wedgewood?” I ask to the 6ft, very stern woman across a poorly constructed desk from me. I estimate she is in her 60’s going on her 70’s. She is wearing khaki pants and a blue button down shirt and has white hair that is nearly shimmering over with a purple tint. “Listen, Miss, umm, Miss is the name your pare- “ She looked at me inquisitively before I cut her off. “Yes, yes it is. They were non traditional individuals. Just call me Kate, please.” I give her a look to hope she finds it in her to understand. “Okay, Miss Kate, listen if you are unsure about this job, my recommendation is that you don’t take it. I have seen many like you come and go. The job isn’t hard but for whatever reason, people can not handle it. It is no secret, the turnover is high, most don’t last the year. I have seen people driven mad, people have had accidents, people have -“ I cut her off again. “What do you mean, ‘went mad’ ?“ I ask. “Well, one of my men, maybe the fifth or sixth from the last one, said he seen a snake with a million eyes wink at him, then said it started shooting him with rainbows. And that when he drove off a cliff, into the river, we never recovered the body.” She replied almost flatly like this was the fifteenth time she told this story and couldn’t believe it herself. It took me a second of awe stuck silence to realized, “But wait, if he died how do you know what he saw?” “All vehicles are installed with cameras and audio equipment, for insurance of course.” She was getting tired of all my questions. “We do try and make note of unusual events and get Washington visitors to collect recordings and water samples among other things every other week. They are very invested in our operations here and you will get used to them in time. Now dear, what does your family think, it is a big move after all?” I squirmed a bit as I thought out the ‘right answer’ for these situations. “Well you see Mrs. Wedgewood, the thing is I am a, uh well, let’s go with orphan?” I sputtered out hoping she would not ask for clarification like many others have. “Well dear, I am not going to dive any deeper into that, although I am sorry for your loss, and I’ve been there many times too. We can go ahead and offer you a position as a plant operator, and we can start as early as tomorrow. The singles cabins are ready for move in today, though it isn’t much to look at.” Her dark chocolate brown eyes held a look someone gives before announcing to a plane full of passengers that the good news was that none of them would have to pay for their plane today, the bad news was they wouldn’t be the ones collecting the refund. “I’ll take the job.” I said with all of the enthusiasm I could muster as a newly installed lifer“Do you allow cats in the housing, by the way?” She gave me a big smile of slightly mismatched coffee stained teeth. “Yes, we will allow it. But can I see the little thing?” Of course, I led her to my truck. It was a black 1992 Dodge Dakota, the floor was nearly falling out of the bottom, the lining in the roof was being held up by tacks, staples, glue and pine sap. The paint was chipping off, leaving behind bare metal and rust. The gate of the bed was barely holding together by sting and barbed wire, but damn it, she was mine and to me, the most beautiful thing in the whole fucking universe for that matter. It was something of a parting gift from Todd and Ron, the last thing I would ever receive from them. I wonder if they knew that. “Here Stan, psst psst psst.” I call, as you can see a pair of eyes peeking out of under the seat. I pick him up only to be met with terrified screaming coming from Mrs. Wedgewood. “Kill it, kill it now. What even is that thing.” She said with forceful conviction. It took me two hours to convince her that Stan was probably harmless, or at least I hope he is. Hell, I had the same reaction to Stan when I first met him. You see, I was basically living out of my truck before this job. During the trip, I found several gas stations only to find that every single one either had no functioning bathroom or that they were not public bathrooms and the cashier only took payment in oaths of eternal allegiance to the muses. I didn’t have time for that nonsense, so I popped out back long enough to make friends with a tree and get back on that road. I must’ve left my door open just long enough for the little bastard to crawl in. Next thing I know, I have this overgrown buck naked rat licking the salt off my leg. After recreating a PSA on ghost drivers, me and Stan got better acquainted over some chicken salad with cranberry jelly. We then moved to the actual dam site, it was large old two story brick building approximately 12 miles out of town. The building was most likely built in the 20’s or 30’s and had a large art-deco window spanning from first to second floor. There was a large staircase going down the hill in which the under the building sat yet another level partially underground. From one side of the bottom of the stairs was a large metal sidewalk with grated floors overhanging the river, and on the other side was a path leading to the woods. We walked in silence until we stood on the grated sidewalk. “These are the output valves for the plant.” Mr. Wedgewood shouted over the sound of roaring water. This is where the water exited the hydro plant and returned to the river. We then took the path leading into the dark woods. “I’m sorry, these are somewhat inconvenient to get to, but you have to remember that they were built before cars were a common luxury.” She indicated this warmly and apologetically. I looked at the cabins, two in total. “Which one is yours?” I asked. “No, I don’t actually live here, I’m afraid. I prefer to live in town and generally my role is administrative as opposed to operations so other than a few brief visits, you will probably rarely see me around. Feel free to pick whichever cabin you like, we have no other current occupants.” Mrs. Wedgewood gestured to the cabins. After much deliberation, I chose door number two. Mrs. Wedgewood opened the door and to my utter awe I could not contain myself. “Well fry me up and call me dinner, this is something else.” Mrs. Wedgewood quickly apologized, “I know they really are not in the best condition, but you don’t have to live here if you really don’t want. You can rent or buy in town.” “No” I replied “This is perfectly sufficient, thank you.“ The cabin was only a single room with two widows, just big enough for a bathroom with a tub, a small single bed, and an old yellow armchair with pictures of wheat and a tractor. There was a fridge, oven, and small kitchen table that looked remarkably like a picnic bench. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that no only did I have no hope of renting another place, this was better than I had imagined. As she departed into the evening dusk with my promise to absolutely call her if anything happens, I settled into the cabin, I couldn’t help but rummage through some of the cabinets. “Hey Stan, look I found some cans! Looks like we are eating good tonight!” I said excitedly. Stan did not return my enthusiasm, but that is probably because he is an asshole. Oh, Shit! I never did find out exactly what happens if I try and break contract. Well, maybe next time, this is Kate, logging off.
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2023.06.04 06:29 CryoSparks888 LF: XL Candies & Aprimons FT: On-Hand

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2023.06.04 06:19 TheSleepyVin [RANT AND STORY] A boy who wasn't love by all living things.

These few days I been ranting, I hope nobody will bash me with words. It's okay to read my rant just don't push me down further as I don't even know how to lead in life with a smile, My heart feels so stigmatized, tight and heavy. Being born shortly after by my biological mom, some unverified reason happen between my mom and dad leads to divorce. I was very young back then, probably 3-5 years old and I can't talk as I have not yet learn how to, suddenly as this point of time writing this post, I can't believe how much time has passed, the last time I was a child, I felt small, my hands, legs, and there are less things I know about the world, I wasn't so upset or so depressed, but something wasn't feeling right, that love and emptiness I felt, even though I can't describe how it feels back then but subconsciously I miss my mom so much, I have only a memory left of my mom that before she abandoned me, my dad bring me to visit my mom once in awhile, ok very attached to my mom and would hug her everytime I see her. Even though like I said I can't speak, I enjoyed spending the short time with her at her house with my grand mother, I can no longer remember their faces, I know my mom was a very pretty lady wnd petite lady though she was short. She would buy DVDs something that genz won't understand, of Pokemon and digimon animes but back then I don't know it's an anime _(..)/ I could sit at the bedroom on the bed watching peacefully, I don't know what the story in Pokemon and digimon was about back then but the memory remains there till as I grow up with understanding of Pokemon I know what was the thing of memory I had. The two things I remembered was that Bulbasaur refused to evolve even though his species has all evolve, despite Venusaur wanted him to do so, he was so attached to its trainer and that love force him to remain the same which I do not know why maybe the fear to be no longer the same identity? The another was whereby ash, misty, Brock was put into sleep by Gengar and they saw a giant gengar and Alakazam was fighting, but when they touch Gengar or it ate them they fell into his stomach not dead as of they're inside a giant jar, I also remember my grandma bring me to her work place which was primary school but everytime it was emlty, filled with no students maybe because it's weekend? I don't know but when I was with her, I would just run around the canteen while my grandma cleans the canteen, it was so nostalgic, life was so simple back then. I don't need to care anything else.. it was a very simple and sacred love I had from then, but looking backwards, it was a just call before the storm. Everything bad starts happened, before I notice I no longer able to see my mom and grandma again, I was sent to different of my mom I think from my dad but it was just a short time, and I was constantly move from one place to another, but of course the reason was because nobody want to for free especially without money, fast forward that my dad married another woman, and that was really the nightmare that soon to begin, although when I was told to call her mom, it will never ever replace the love I had for my biological mom even though her love for me and the time spending her was short. As I was growing I will always ask my dad where's my mom and he know I was referring to my biological mom as I was very attached to her. I miss her and I know she will never come back but a child I do not know why and I just only kept missing her. That woman that my dad marries brought me to her family, they are a very traditional kind of mindset family and sort of rich, well selling fishball noodles till able to demolish and rebuild terrace house ya over the last few years and I was living there since then till I'm 12 years old. Moving to my dad's house was the hell period and start of the nightmare, always constantly I get beaten up by canning all over my leg and body, forcing to stand for 2 hours because I was too stupid unable study well. I remembered now suddenly that I was force to keep memorize English words for 2 hours sometimes and while crying and standing I had to repeat the words that I am learning for, spelling test often has in school that's why*
Fast forward to secondary school a new school for me, at age of 13/14, lost my previous friends as they went other schools because I wasn't staying at the woman's family house anymore which was nearer to my previous school. Orientation of the school day which is first day, my days of being bullied starts, was bullied by my group of Malay classmates, and I got angry but I cried while angry that is why the bullying continues for 3-4 years, each time I angry, I'll cry at the same time even when I'm angry. There was once my entire school books in my school bag was thrown into the dustbin according to the teachers and couldn't be found. It will be funny, like who even bring entire year of school books? Yup that's me, that woman wanted me to bring and I hate to bring or put it in my bag. I wanted to make friends with my classmates, even those female classmates but I do not know how, like 13 years old kids nowadays knows how to use iphone and I don't even know how to say: May I be your friend, because this doesn't exist in my brain, which I do not know how to even say or what's sentence so the only way to get their attention was by running around in class, and running to slam myself into the wall, pulling girls hairs to get their attention, it's kind of childish, but what to do? I literally don't even know how basic gestures works. Another reasons why I can't express myself properly was also because of my ADHD symptoms and back then I was very very hyperactive! for my school life, can't go anywhere after school and only home and I only can study at home, there's nothing for me to play and it was very bored as I can't sit still, it feels like a prison especially when holiday comes because I can never go out to play. Although I dislike that woman but I like her mother, she's the only one who will pamper me, and often I go back with her to that family house when I was at the hakwer centre, well they're selling fishball noodles that's why. Always when I wanted those toys from capsule machine, which cost a dollar, she gave me but when that woman knows I always get scolded for asking people to buy for me things. My classmates sometimes ask me why does my legs are full of blackmarks but I was scared, I do not dare to tell them that it was because that woman canes me almost everyday. Something causes my parents to talk to my school counselor because of me getting bullied in school everyday and that was a huge alarm as when I get bullied I would scream to the extend almost the whole school would heard and teachers has to come out of the office to look what's happening, my school counselor advise my dad to bring me to see a psychologist I think which is at child guidance clinic and also a time table where by I can go out 2-3 days, but when I was late on of the days when I called that woman, as my dad was busy driving taxi. She threatened me in Chinese that when I go home I will know what happened, terrified of that I dare not go home and had to sleep outside my classmates house which is at the stairs for 1 night, that woman made a police report not because of me lost but because I didn't return home to get beaten by her. Police didn't understand me either and there's no child protection law back then so I only can constantly get more beatings, as mentioned for going to child guidances, I was given to do IQ test but, of course they didn't tell me and till now I don't even know how high is my IQ level but more importantly my dad and that woman just wanted that medicine as they thought it will call me down even after getting beaten, everytime I get beaten and my anger and fear reach broke I will cried and lost control of myself and when one day I decided not to eat anymore they stop bringing me to see doctor because it can no longer control me. I was given only $4 a day, but my classmate who pity me will bring me out after school to lan cafe to play computer with my other classmates, a group of 5 including me. My dad and that women eventually found out and also knows that my school has a system of giving food coupons and that made that woman make her next move by reducing my pocket money to $2. I forgot to mention too, with my medical condition I was unstable in my mind and emotions but they seems to have a habit of further scolding, beating, and agitating me further and alot of times I only can cry in fear against them in the house as there's no other adults there to protect me. This fear letched on to me and made me very very negative, lonely, till today. Alot of times I wanted to find ways to (sui side, wrote in this way to avoid using sensitive words) there was once in army (19 years old) I went and bought a box of Panadols and swallowed 15 -18 tablets but I somehow knew it wasn't enough or deadly to end my life, ended up me seeing medical doctor at the airbase I was in and went to hospital to have IV drip to also flush out the paracetamol, ever since them I no longer able to take Panadol or tablets with similar taste and size due to allergic or the the featrauma of my body subconscious.
At the end of the day, during my entire growing stage life from child to adult, my brain devloped twice as slow than everyone my age and even till today there are some things I may not understand which sounds complicated to me or I'll never understand. I didn't have a normal love life either having girls comes up to me telling me they like me or me confessing to girls I like because I don't even know what's like and love, there was a girl I like and everytime she saw me she would wave to me, she's from a different class as she's smart, probably express or normal acad and is a sort of student council, a contemporary dancer in her cca, I subconsciously like her back then not know that. I always envy others when I walker pass those children with their parents who bring them out or when I sees them so happy playing or interacting with each other. I could only ask my self in my heart, why am I so different and why I couldn't have what normal people haves. Things that are worse is when I see baby or young child cries, my heart start to beat fast and I start to become Abit distracted and uncomfortable, maybe emotional because of the trauma I got child abused. I always sees many girls confessing to my classmate and his younger brother, envy that why so many girls like them, like felt they're so cool enough for girls to approach them be it irl, or online through Facebook. I guess the most depressing and unpleasant moments was I constantly sees girls going to their house to get **** by my classmate's brother, and I knew those girls like them but to him it's just flings, I felt so engioue everything in my life I'm opposite of what normal humans are, and all these experience and memories letch on to me till today made me unable to express or communicate well with people, I feel very lonely, especially after whek my ex classmate and his family treated me so badly, as I was degraded for not working, and saying my medical condition is nothing compared to people with autism and disability like having no hands and no legs, I was also compared to Michael Phelps through my ex-classmate brother, when I have no money I was treated badly and look down on, especially when they buy food for me and then proceed to say those stuffs towards me but when I have money they became so friendly, they made me left my dad's house which give my dad to tell me not to go back his house anymore as he was planning to "sell his house to buy a smaller house" due to debts. My classmate doesn't bother how I felt or my situation, because they lost job during covid period so asking me to rent there would help them have some cash, fast forward to 1 year ago I was rushed by them to get out of their house we one or their siblings coming back from oversea with his wife. I have no one else so I have to apply for a shelter from social workers, and when that extend from November to December till today they demand me to pay $300 when they knew I have no money even when I'm planning to study. Last few weeks because if that I started crying and got very uncontrollably depressed, I realisi that one of the reason because of them that made me depress and affect my behavior and life was because of them. My dad doesn't talk to me for 2 years and suddenly he message me to wish my birthday wish last year but realized he wanted to borrow money from me. Many people told me just let go off the past but how many actually knows that it's easier said than done, basically like a heavy chain are anchoring to me. Nobody knows how it feels to be alone in this entire world, having no one to be there with you be it, the time where I'm happy, sad, having surgery, suffering and crying alone. Even though I can't end my life because of fear and lack of beavery, I'm living a life of monochrome just to wait for me one day to leave this world be it old, sickness, or accident. I really hope one day I will be free from this anchors of pain, fear and grief.
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2023.06.04 06:05 CryoSparks888 LF: Aprimons and XL Candies FT: On-hand

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2023.06.04 05:48 Broad_Afternoon_8578 I can make beautiful and delicious cakes and pies for my celiac wife, but all my cookies fail! I made a chocolate chip cookie flatbread by accident today. Any ideas what went wrong?

I can make beautiful and delicious cakes and pies for my celiac wife, but all my cookies fail! I made a chocolate chip cookie flatbread by accident today. Any ideas what went wrong?
I tried the Bob Red Mills recipe (with their 1:1 flour, which has never failed me).
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2023.06.04 05:44 DreadPirate777 PIMO bingo for Mormon Open Mic

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2023.06.04 05:38 KingoftheRednecks The Void Hunt, ch 5


The route they chose skirted the borders of Sovereign space. It cost them an extra two weeks of travel, but avoided contact.
The delay chafed at everyone except for the mercs. Their contracts offered nothing more for prizes, so for them it wasn't boredom but safety. They didn't have to worry about what happened when they reached their destination either, for that matter. They spent their time doing their jobs with neat, quiet efficiency, and helping to train the San.
The humans had gone through training, but their total education was three months of being self-taught from holos and six of formal schooling, and for many of the duties that only gave them the barest outline. Mogan needed engineers who could do more than simply consult the checklist, and mechanics who could tell what was wrong with a system from small sounds the way he could tell at the first strike when a node of flint was flawed and what to do with it.
To Logog's chagrin, he put his marines to practicing again with atlatl and sling, making sure their skills hadn't atrophied. It sharpened skills, but it also kept them from getting into trouble. Drunk sailors fight, Shett had told him, and bored sailors fight, and bored sailors also find surprisingly creative ways to get drunk.
Nonetheless, by the time they reached the planet of Goretia, the entire crew was bored and ready for a change of pace. Six weeks of doing nothing felt like a poor way to begin a career of story and excitement, but the more experienced warriors knew that this was the general trend of any campaign; long periods of boredom when one wishes for action, followed by short periods of action when one wishes for boredom.
Once they found the planet on their sensors, the crew scrambled into action. The eight boarding craft could hold one hundred men each, slightly more warriors than the San had. Instead, each held fifty men and fifty dogs.
Any pup was trained to not leave a mess in the hut, but with the ability to simply go outside denied to them the San had had to devise a latrine they could use. Beyond that, the dogs had been trained for hunting for generations, farther back than any of the San's songs could remember, ever since that day when the Unrevealed had decided to test humanity by choosing out the cleverest and kindest of the wolves to come to them in peace.
Nor were they strangers to war. The orders that could command them to flank or attack a deer could make them do the same to men, and they had proven their worth more than once on the battlefields of Noepe. They were even more effective here than they had been on Earth. Any other humans, including the Animal People, had dogs of their own, but the very idea of a beast obeying a sapient being was beyond them. The closest anyone had come to the idea was the secret sapient species, and they were only able to do so because they knew the Vishtali and the other two—the other three, now--were no animals.
Men and women had been trained and conditioned to clamber into the trees and fight other soldiers, or to stand under laser fire, or almost every circumstance but to be charged by dozens of wolf-like, snapping, snarling beasts. Not many could stand against that, and those that could had the dogs to protect the gunners and the gunners to protect the dogs. The dogs took more losses than the humans, but that was to be expected—and much as they loved the dogs, better to lose them than the people.
They generally had the run of the ship during the last few weeks, and one was as likely to see a dog fetching things or playing keep-away with a tool as curled up in the habs. They were even made to exercise as much as the humans.
At least it made the dogs less bored than the humans, and they seemed to have adapted to the routine better. They were still happy to do something different, however, and getting them onto the boarding craft turned out to be fairly easy.
Mogan knelt on the floor of one boarding craft himself, quiver on his back. The air on Goretia was breathable, and that was a blessing. He had a hatchet on his hip instead of his pistol, as did the rest of the warriors.
Alone among the warriors, he didn't have a dog. Knucklebones had been the best of dogs, and had died four years ago. Mogan had not gotten a new one, and he couldn't say whether it was because he had to some extent given up, or whether he couldn't summon the energy for something that wasn't for his daughter or for his tribe.
He had a dog now, one he had purchased from one of the others just after weaning and named Blueknife, as her eyes made him think of the knife he had made of blue-green obsidian for Hyeshi. He thought Hyeshi would approve of the name as well, and had to smile. He was going to be able to ask her himself, whatever it took.
But Blueknife had been born about six months ago, and that meant she was too small for combat. Next to him were three of the Vishtali, and they too had no dogs. In fact, they seemed to have a hard time getting used to the concept of having dogs everywhere. They carried modified shoshir and shields, but seemed to have no confidence in their ability with them.
Logog seemed to have none either, for they were away from the front with him. Mogan presumed he needed to be present to make the action official, and it would help in calming down their new wards, but Logog had absolutely balked at the idea of putting him in the front lines.
Were the Vishtali not there, he would have used the holo at his left hand to show where the craft were, but they were nervous enough already, and it was best he didn't add to the stress.
Burya sent a signal to Logog, who in turn signaled the pilot, and the boarding craft lifted and then eased out of the Semiramis. This one was the Knucklebones—Logog didn't feel comfortable with the craft unnamed, so they had spent a little time devising and painting them.
The signal meant they were on the far side of the planet, where it would be harder for their targets to detect them. Mogan could see nothing except the walls of the craft, but he knew that all eight were flying directly towards the planet, their goal to get close to ground quickly. The Semiramis itself would fly past, and then double back in time to pick up the craft on the way back.
Soon the craft began to tremble as it entered atmosphere and had to push itself through the air, and they slowed as they reached the ground and fanned out slightly, keeping low.
The flight was slower, and not as smooth as in the empty void, but all the same the vehicles could move far faster than anyone could on foot, and in a surprisingly short time they were settling into a clearing. In the front of the craft, a holo projected from the ceiling, showing the area as if from a distance.
“It's a short run to the mines from here. Higa, your unit will guard the Vishtali and hang back. We'll need you in there, but they'll still have their shoshir, and that'll be no bargain in tunnels. We won't build any confidence if we get their people killed. Barab, you and the Second are the flint, Third is the bone.”
It was a simple enough analogy, hopefully enough that anybody not of the San who heard it would get confused. In days gone by, the tribe had made their spearpoints out of flint, creating razor-sharp blades that could easily pierce through the thick hides of their prey. But flint was fragile, and anything from a missed cast onto a stone or hard tree to an accurate cast that hit bone could cause it to shatter.
Long ago, the people that would thousands of years later be called Magdalenian devised a better way. Tiny blade blanks were made, some not as long as the thickness of his thumb, and the ends pressed away to create bladelets, most shorter than the width of a pinky nail. These were carefully glued into slots cut into a weapon. For a spear, these were usually points of bone with at least six, sometimes up to three times that, in bladelets.
A single spear created more cutting edges, and if one broke it was a simple matter to work it out and fit a new one in—and since they were smaller, they were less likely to break. The new technology was an improvement in every way.... up until they reached the stars and it was made pretty much obsolete. That was still difficult for Mogan to deal with.
It also made for an oddity that his handiwork was in evidence today. Some still had the old-fashioned spears, from more than two years ago back on Earth. Others had spears that he had designed and had manufactured, thousands of the exact same dimensions and weight, tipped with titanium-gold blades.
Mogan had devised other spears and spearheads as well—flash-bangs, spears with small explosives that would sink into whatever they hit and then riddle it with shrapnel, spears that would leave a small tracking device in the target, and of course the application of high explosives. It was difficult to go wrong with the application of high explosives.
Except here. Magnetic activity in the mine tunnels meant that any such devices were likely to go off at the right time, and the fact that there were tunnels in the first place meant that there were few if any actual right times for an explosive to go off.
That activity was the real reason there were Vishtali in the first place. They didn't have any particular history or skill as miners, but even well-protected drones would be rendered useless in minutes. Instead, they were reduced to using pneumatic drills to chip away at the rock. For the San, this was a technique thousands of years in the future, but for anybody else among the stars it was terrifyingly barbaric.
Mogan had hoped he could raid the spoils of the mines as well, but their information indicated he'd have no such luck. The mine was rich enough; the kh'ler crystals within were gemstones of extraordinary quality and value, such that particularly large and fine specimens had been used to rent planets from the Sovereign. Unfortunately, they were rarely, if ever, simply found in the mine.
Instead, the Vishtali mucked out tons of stone pried loose by hand-tools and pneumatic machines—even small explosives might shatter the crystals—and pushed heavy carts to the surface, where it was loaded onto ships. A facility off-world was easily able to locate the crystals and extract them from the stone, and to help hide the origins as well.
He would have to settle for killing all the overseers and guards, stealing anything of value, and freeing their slaves. Mogan believed it would suffice.
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2023.06.04 05:08 RTSBasebuilder We've seen Enterprise Bingo, so what would Cerritos Bingo look like?

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2023.06.04 05:07 someuser_2 Neofetch config

I spent some time modifying neofetch's config, and this was the result. It's meant to be used with one of the nerd fonts, I use "hack". Also, I left the comments about where the original config came from, since I'm not the creator of the theme I modified:
${c3}⠸⣷⣦⠤⡀${c2}⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀${c3}⠀⢀⣀⣠⣤⠀⠀⠀ ${c3}⠀⠙⣿⡄${c2}⠈⠑⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠔⠊${c3}⠉⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠈⠣⡀${c2}⠀⠀⠑⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠊⠁⠀⠀${c3}⣰⠟⠀⠀${c2}⠀⣀⣀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠢⣄⠀⡈⠒⠊⠉⠁⠀⠈⠉⠑⠚⠀⠀⣀⠔⢊⣠⠤⠒⠊⠉⠀⡜ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡽⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠩⡔⠊⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠇ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇${c3}⢠⡤⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⢤⣄${c2}⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⠀ ${c2}⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠇${c3}⠹⠿⠟⠀⠀⠤⠀⠀⠻⠿⠟⠀${c2}⣇⠀⠀⡀⠠⠄⠒⠊⠁⠀ ${c1}⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡆${c2}⠀⠰⠤⠖⠦⠴${c1}⠀⢀⣶⣿⣿${c2}⠀⠙⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ${c1}⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⠃${c2}⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀${c1}⠀⠈⠿⡿⠛${c2}⢄⠀⠀⠱⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠈⠓⠦⠀⣀⣀⣀⠀⡠⠴⠊⠹⡞⣁⠤⠒⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⡌⠉⠉⡤⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⠿⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠰⠁⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⢰⠃⠀⠀⠀⢠⠀⢣⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢶⣗⠧⡀⢳⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣀⣸⠀⠀⠀⢀⡜⠀⣸⢤⣶⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣦⣈⣧⡀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⠀⠀⢀⣼⡀⣨⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⠿⠿⠓⠄⠤⠘⠉⠙⠤⢀⠾⠿⣿⠟⠋ 
# Source: # Configuration made by Chick # See this wiki page for more info: # print_info() { # prin "Eat  , Sleep  , Linux  ." # info underline prin "" prin "Hardware Information" info " " model info " " cpu info "󰟽 " gpu # info " " disk info " " memory info "󰹑 " resolution # info "󱈑 " battery # info underline prin "" prin "Software Information" info " " distro # Just get your distro's logo off info " " kernel # info " " de # info " " wm info " " shell # info " " term # info " " term_font # info " " theme # info " " icons info "󰏔 " packages # info "󰅐 " uptime # Backup # info "GPU Driver" gpu_driver # Linux/macOS only # info "CPU Usage" cpu_usage # info "Font" font # info "Song" song # [[ "$player" ]] && prin "Music Player" "$player" # info "Local IP" local_ip # info "Public IP" public_ip #info "Users" users # info "Locale" locale # This only works on glibc systems. prin "" # info cols # prin " " # Padding prin "${cl16}󰐝 \n \n ${cl5}󰐝 \n \n ${cl6}󰐝 \n \n ${cl2}󰐝 \n \n ${cl7}󰐝 \n \n ${cl4}󰐝 \n \n ${cl1}󰐝 \n \n ${cl3}󰐝 \n \n" } # Kernel # Shorten the output of the kernel function. # # Default: 'on' # Values: 'on', 'off' # Flag: --kernel_shorthand # Supports: Everything except *BSDs (except PacBSD and PC-BSD) # # Example: # on: '4.8.9-1-ARCH' # off: 'Linux 4.8.9-1-ARCH' kernel_shorthand="on" # Distro # Shorten the output of the distro function # # Default: 'off' # Values: 'on', 'tiny', 'off' # Flag: --distro_shorthand # Supports: Everything except Windows and Haiku distro_shorthand="off" # Show/Hide OS Architecture. # Show 'x86_64', 'x86' and etc in 'Distro:' output. # # Default: 'on' # Values: 'on', 'off' # Flag: --os_arch # # Example: # on: 'Arch Linux x86_64' # off: 'Arch Linux' os_arch="on" # Uptime # Shorten the output of the uptime function # # Default: 'on' # Values: 'on', 'tiny', 'off' # Flag: --uptime_shorthand # # Example: # on: '2 days, 10 hours, 3 mins' # tiny: '2d 10h 3m' # off: '2 days, 10 hours, 3 minutes' uptime_shorthand="on" # Memory # Show memory pecentage in output. # # Default: 'off' # Values: 'on', 'off' # Flag: --memory_percent # # Example: # on: '1801MiB / 7881MiB (22%)' # off: '1801MiB / 7881MiB' memory_percent="on" # Packages # Show/Hide Package Manager names. # # Default: 'tiny' # Values: 'on', 'tiny' 'off' # Flag: --package_managers # # Example: # on: '998 (pacman), 8 (flatpak), 4 (snap)' # tiny: '908 (pacman, flatpak, snap)' # off: '908' package_managers="on" # Shell # Show the path to $SHELL # # Default: 'off' # Values: 'on', 'off' # Flag: --shell_path # # Example: # on: '/bin/bash' # off: 'bash' shell_path="off" # Show $SHELL version # # Default: 'on' # Values: 'on', 'off' # Flag: --shell_version # # Example: # on: 'bash 4.4.5' # off: 'bash' shell_version="on" # CPU # CPU speed type # # Default: 'bios_limit' # Values: 'scaling_cur_freq', 'scaling_min_freq', 'scaling_max_freq', 'bios_limit'. # Flag: --speed_type # Supports: Linux with 'cpufreq' # NOTE: Any file in '/sys/devices/system/cpu/cpu0/cpufreq' can be used as a value. speed_type="bios_limit" # CPU speed shorthand # # Default: 'off' # Values: 'on', 'off'. # Flag: --speed_shorthand # NOTE: This flag is not supported in systems with CPU speed less than 1 GHz # # Example: # on: 'i7-6500U (4) @ 3.1GHz' # off: 'i7-6500U (4) @ 3.100GHz' speed_shorthad="on" # Enable/Disable CPU brand in output. # # Default: 'on' # Values: 'on', 'off' # Flag: --cpu_brand # # Example: # on: 'Intel i7-6500U' # off: 'i7-6500U (4)' cpu_brand="on" # CPU Speed # Hide/Show CPU speed. # # Default: 'on' # Values: 'on', 'off' # Flag: --cp_speed # # Example: # on: 'Intel i7-6500U (4) @ 3.1GHz' # off: 'Intel i7-6500U (4)' cpu_speed="off" # CPU Cores # Display CPU cores in output # # Default: 'logical' # Values: 'logical', 'physical', 'off' # Flag: --cpu_cores # Support: 'physical' doesn't work on BSD. # # Example: # logical: 'Intel i7-6500U (4) @ 3.1GHz' (All virtual cores) # physical: 'Intel i7-6500U (2) @ 3.1GHz' (All physical cores) # off: 'Intel i7-6500U @ 3.1GHz' cpu_cores="logical" # CPU Temperature # Hide/Show CPU temperature. # Note the temperature is added to the regular CPU function. # # Default: 'off' # Values: 'C', 'F', 'off' # Flag: --cpu_temp # Supports: Linux, BSD # NOTE: For FreeBSD and NetBSD-based systems, you'll need to enable # coretemp kernel module. This only supports newer Intel processors. # # Example: # C: 'Intel i7-6500U (4) @ 3.1GHz [27.2°C]' # F: 'Intel i7-6500U (4) @ 3.1GHz [82.0°F]' # off: 'Intel i7-6500U (4) @ 3.1GHz' cpu_temp="off" # GPU # Enable/Disable GPU Brand # # Default: 'on' # Values: 'on', 'off' # Flag: --gpu_brand # # Example: # on: 'AMD HD 7950' # off: 'HD 7950' gpu_brand="on" # Which GPU to display # # Default: 'all' # Values: 'all', 'dedicated', 'integrated' # Flag: --gpu_type # Supports: Linux # # Example: # all: # GPU1: AMD HD 7950 # GPU2: Intel Integrated Graphics # # dedicated: # GPU1: AMD HD 7950 # # integrated: # GPU1: Intel Integrated Graphics gpu_type="all" # Resolution # Display refresh rate next to each monitor # Default: 'off' # Values: 'on', 'off' # Flag: --refresh_rate # Supports: Doesn't work on Windows. # # Example: # on: '1920x1080 @ 60Hz' # off: '1920x1080' refresh_rate="on" # Gtk Theme / Icons / Font # Shorten output of GTK Theme / Icons / Font # # Default: 'off' # Values: 'on', 'off' # Flag: --gtk_shorthand # # Example: # on: 'Numix, Adwaita' # off: 'Numix [GTK2], Adwaita [GTK3]' gtk_shorthand="on" # Enable/Disable gtk2 Theme / Icons / Font # # Default: 'on' # Values: 'on', 'off' # Flag: --gtk2 # # Example: # on: 'Numix [GTK2], Adwaita [GTK3]' # off: 'Adwaita [GTK3]' gtk2="on" # Enable/Disable gtk3 Theme / Icons / Font # # Default: 'on' # Values: 'on', 'off' # Flag: --gtk3 # # Example: # on: 'Numix [GTK2], Adwaita [GTK3]' # off: 'Numix [GTK2]' gtk3="on" # IP Address # Website to ping for the public IP # # Default: '' # Values: 'url' # Flag: --ip_host public_ip_host="" # Public IP timeout. # # Default: '2' # Values: 'int' # Flag: --ip_timeout public_ip_timeout=2 # Disk # Which disks to display. # The values can be any /dev/sdXX, mount point or directory. # NOTE: By default we only show the disk info for '/'. # # Default: '/' # Values: '/', '/dev/sdXX', '/path/to/drive'. # Flag: --disk_show # # Example: # disk_show=('/' '/dev/sdb1'): # 'Disk (/): 74G / 118G (66%)' # 'Disk (/mnt/Videos): 823G / 893G (93%)' # # disk_show=('/'): # 'Disk (/): 74G / 118G (66%)' # disk_show=('/') # Disk subtitle. # What to append to the Disk subtitle. # # Default: 'mount' # Values: 'mount', 'name', 'dir' # Flag: --disk_subtitle # # Example: # name: 'Disk (/dev/sda1): 74G / 118G (66%)' # 'Disk (/dev/sdb2): 74G / 118G (66%)' # # mount: 'Disk (/): 74G / 118G (66%)' # 'Disk (/mnt/Local Disk): 74G / 118G (66%)' # 'Disk (/mnt/Videos): 74G / 118G (66%)' # # dir: 'Disk (/): 74G / 118G (66%)' # 'Disk (Local Disk): 74G / 118G (66%)' # 'Disk (Videos): 74G / 118G (66%)' #disk_subtitle="mount" # Song # Manually specify a music player. # # Default: 'auto' # Values: 'auto', 'player-name' # Flag: --music_player # # Available values for 'player-name': # # amarok # audacious # banshee # bluemindo # clementine # cmus # deadbeef # deepin-music # dragon # elisa # exaile # gnome-music # gmusicbrowser # gogglesmm # guayadeque # iTunes # juk # lollypop # mocp # mopidy # mpd # netease-cloud-music # pogo # pragha # qmmp # quodlibet # rhythmbox # sayonara # smplayer # spotify # strawberry # tomahawk # vlc # xmms2d # xnoise # yarock music_player="vlc" # Format to display song information. # # Default: '%artist% - %album% - %title%' # Values: '%artist%', '%album%', '%title%' # Flag: --song_format # # Example: # default: 'Song: Jet - Get Born - Sgt Major' song_format="%artist% - %title%" # Print the Artist, Album and Title on separate lines # # Default: 'off' # Values: 'on', 'off' # Flag: --song_shorthand # # Example: # on: 'Artist: The Fratellis' # 'Album: Costello Music' # 'Song: Chelsea Dagger' # # off: 'Song: The Fratellis - Costello Music - Chelsea Dagger' song_shorthand="off" # 'mpc' arguments (specify a host, password etc). # # Default: '' # Example: mpc_args=(-h HOST -P PASSWORD) mpc_args=() # Text Colors # Text Colors # # Default: 'distro' # Values: 'distro', 'num' 'num' 'num' 'num' 'num' 'num' # Flag: --colors # # Each number represents a different part of the text in # this order: 'title', '@', 'underline', 'subtitle', 'colon', 'info' # # Example: # colors=(distro) - Text is colored based on Distro colors. # colors=(4 6 1 8 8 6) - Text is colored in the order above. colors=(1 1 1 15 4 15) # Text Options # Toggle bold text # # Default: 'on' # Values: 'on', 'off' # Flag: --bold bold="on" # Enable/Disable Underline # # Default: 'on' # Values: 'on', 'off' # Flag: --underline underline_enabled="on" # Underline character # # Default: '-' # Values: 'string' # Flag: --underline_char underline_char="-" # Info Separator # Replace the default separator with the specified string. # # Default: ':' # Flag: --separator # # Example: # separator="->": 'Shell-> bash' # separator=" =": 'WM = dwm' separator="  " # Color Blocks # Color block range # The range of colors to print. # # Default: '0', '15' # Values: 'num' # Flag: --block_range # # Example: # # Display colors 0-7 in the blocks. (8 colors) # neofetch --block_range 0 7 # # Display colors 0-15 in the blocks. (16 colors) # neofetch --block_range 0 15 #block_range=(8 15) block_range=(0 15) # Toggle color blocks # Colors for custom colorblocks #colors #bold="(tput bold)" magenta="\033[1;35m" green="\033[1;32m" white="\033[1;37m" blue="\033[1;34m" red="\033[1;31m" black="\033[1;40;30m" yellow="\033[1;33m" cyan="\033[1;36m" reset="\033[0m" bgyellow="\033[1;43;33m" bgwhite="\033[1;47;37m" cl0="${reset}" cl1="${magenta}" cl2="${green}" cl3="${white}" cl4="${blue}" cl5="${red}" cl6="${yellow}" cl7="${cyan}" cl8="${black}" cl9="${bgyellow}" cl10="${bgwhite}" # # Default: 'on' # Values: 'on', 'off' # Flag: --color_blocks color_blocks="on" # Color block width in spaces # # Default: '3' # Values: 'num' # Flag: --block_width block_width=4 # Color block height in lines # # Default: '1' # Values: 'num' # Flag: --block_height block_height=1 # Progress Bars # Bar characters # # Default: '-', '=' # Values: 'string', 'string' # Flag: --bar_char # # Example: # neofetch --bar_char 'elapsed' 'total' # neofetch --bar_char '-' '=' bar_char_elapsed="-" bar_char_total="=" # Toggle Bar border # # Default: 'on' # Values: 'on', 'off' # Flag: --bar_border bar_border="on" # Progress bar length in spaces # Number of chars long to make the progress bars. # # Default: '15' # Values: 'num' # Flag: --bar_length bar_length=15 # Progress bar colors # When set to distro, uses your distro's logo colors. # # Default: 'distro', 'distro' # Values: 'distro', 'num' # Flag: --bar_colors # # Example: # neofetch --bar_colors 3 4 # neofetch --bar_colors distro 5 bar_color_elapsed="distro" bar_color_total="distro" # Info display # Display a bar with the info. # # Default: 'off' # Values: 'bar', 'infobar', 'barinfo', 'off' # Flags: --cpu_display # --memory_display # --battery_display # --disk_display # # Example: # bar: '[---=======]' # infobar: 'info [---=======]' # barinfo: '[---=======] info' # off: 'info' cpu_display="on" memory_display="on" battery_display="on" disk_display="on" # Backend Settings # Image backend. # # Default: 'ascii' # Values: 'ascii', 'caca', 'chafa', 'jp2a', 'iterm2', 'off', # 'termpix', 'pixterm', 'tycat', 'w3m', 'kitty' # Flag: --backend image_backend="ascii" # Image Source # # Which image or ascii file to display. # # Default: 'auto' # Values: 'auto', 'ascii', 'wallpaper', '/path/to/img', '/path/to/ascii', '/path/to/di' # 'command output (neofetch --ascii "$(fortune cowsay -W 30)")' # Flag: --source # # NOTE: 'auto' will pick the best image source for whatever image backend is used. # In ascii mode, distro ascii art will be used and in an image mode, your # wallpaper will be used. image_source="/home/arch-usepik.txt" # Ascii Options # Ascii distro # Which distro's ascii art to display. # # Default: 'auto' # Values: 'auto', 'distro_name' # Flag: --ascii_distro # # NOTE: Arch and Ubuntu have 'old' logo variants. # Change this to 'arch_old' or 'ubuntu_old' to use the old logos. # NOTE: Ubuntu has flavor variants. # Change this to 'Lubuntu', 'Xubuntu', 'Ubuntu-GNOME' or 'Ubuntu-Budgie' to use the flavors. # NOTE: Arch, Crux and Gentoo have a smaller logo variant. # Change this to 'arch_small', 'crux_small' or 'gentoo_small' to use the small logos. ascii_distro="auto" # Ascii Colors # # Default: 'distro' # Values: 'distro', 'num' 'num' 'num' 'num' 'num' 'num' # Flag: --ascii_colors # # Example: # ascii_colors=(distro) - Ascii is colored based on Distro colors. # ascii_colors=(4 6 1 8 8 6) - Ascii is colored using these colors. ascii_colors=(1 3 15) # Bold ascii logo # Whether or not to bold the ascii logo. # # Default: 'on' # Values: 'on', 'off' # Flag: --ascii_bold ascii_bold="on" # Image Options # Image loop # Setting this to on will make neofetch redraw the image constantly until # Ctrl+C is pressed. This fixes display issues in some terminal emulators. # # Default: 'off' # Values: 'on', 'off' # Flag: --loop image_loop="off" # Thumbnail directory # # Default: '~/.cache/thumbnails/neofetch' # Values: 'dir' thumbnail_dir="${XDG_CACHE_HOME:-${HOME}/.cache}/thumbnails/neofetch" # Crop mode # # Default: 'normal' # Values: 'normal', 'fit', 'fill' # Flag: --crop_mode # # See this wiki page to learn about the fit and fill options. # crop_mode="normal" # Crop offset # Note: Only affects 'normal' crop mode. # # Default: 'center' # Values: 'northwest', 'north', 'northeast', 'west', 'center' # 'east', 'southwest', 'south', 'southeast' # Flag: --crop_offset crop_offset="center" # Image size # The image is half the terminal width by default. # # Default: 'auto' # Values: 'auto', '00px', '00%', 'none' # Flags: --image_size # --size image_size="auto" # Gap between image and text # # Default: '3' # Values: 'num', '-num' # Flag: --gap gap=2 # Image offsets # Only works with the w3m backend. # # Default: '0' # Values: 'px' # Flags: --xoffset # --yoffset yoffset=0 xoffset=0 # Image background color # Only works with the w3m backend. # # Default: '' # Values: 'color', 'blue' # Flag: --bg_color background_color= # Misc Options # Stdout mode # Turn off all colors and disables image backend (ASCII/Image). # Useful for piping into another command. # Default: 'off' # Values: 'on', 'off' stdout="off" 
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2023.06.04 04:58 followyourvalues Dogs & School Playgrounds

Can we all just agree that it is not cool to take two rowdy dogs and let them run completely wild at playgrounds? Especially when said park is a size that allows toddlers to play on the equipment as well?
Can we also agree that responding, "It's fine! They are puppies! They would never hurt a baby!" is one of the stupidest things ever muttered? I'm supposed to feel better than you brought untrained puppies to run free at the park. Awesome.
Ggs, I guess. My 18 month old will just play where it's less safe (asphalt/bark chips) so they don't risk getting mauled by your puppy at the elementary school playground.
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2023.06.04 04:49 blackberrypicker923 I'm 28 and my mom is policing my body

I live in a different state feom my parents and I'm visiting for a couple of weeks. I have recently put on weight trying to eat intuitively, and because of stress, so a lot of my clothes are tight. Today she kept trying to tell me that my shorts looked bad riding up, and I ignored her until she pulled me aside. I told her I don't want her making comments about my body and how things look. She tried to apologize later by reasserting how bad those shorts looked. Then she started asking about a mark on my face (a pimple). Later my 46 year old sister (who has a 26 year old daughter) told me that she was giving "the look" when she was standing around eating too many potato chips at a party.
It's hard because I'm trying to remain body positive, and the 3 of us are going on a trip this week, and I'm really excited to eat food I don't usually get to because I'm gluten free, so I intend to enjoy.
I know she's fighting her own battles, and is taking them out on us, it just seems like a thing we should be past at this point, that I have my own bodily autonomy to make my own choices.
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