#poor software performance

[rubylace]

PART 2. LIKES TO WATCH

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pairing: musician!jay x reader (f) ft. yunjin lsrfm ; suga bts, mingyu svt, yeonjun txt

genre: coming-of-age, new adult, personal growth, sexual tension, fams dynamic, lovehate

wordcount: 17k

warning: nsfw pov, explicit acts, voyeurism . if you are not comfortable please just dni I put div for the cue. no disguised words.

a/n: really confused about how to be intense ㅠㅠ not me check out jay's hot edits to get the mood-

Things hadn’t gotten any better between Jay and you. The house had four bedrooms. Since you’d turned one of them into an exercise room. Jay used the other one as an office during the day. His muffled voice could often be heard from behind the door as he made work calls. Apparently, the company he worked for sold business solutions software.

Yunjin and you were working almost every night at Yeonjun’s as well as the occasional afternoon. One day in particular, you were on break when we overheard the restaurant owner, Suga, complaining that the band who performed most nights had suddenly quit.

Mingyu’s was probably the most popular spot on the entire island for live music. That’s what it was known for even more than the food. So, this didn’t bode well for business. Her voice was low. “I wonder if Jay would be interested in playing here.”

You’d been feeling kind of sick this afternoon, but the mere mention of his name made your stomach feel even more unsettled. “You think he would want to perform in a place like this?”

“Yeah. he’s used to bigger venues, but it’s not like he’s doing anything else. He took the summer off, but I get the feeling he actually regrets it. He’s been in a horrible mood since we got here. I think he’s itching to play again. It might do him some good to get back in the game for a bit on a smaller scale. It’s not like there would be any pressure. No one knows him out here.”

The thought of getting to see Jay perform gave you goosebumps. On one hand, it would be amazing. On the other, you knew it would be painful for you to have to endure him here at night. His actually agreeing to it probably wouldn’t pan out, so you vowed not to obsess over it unless it became a reality.

“I’m gonna talk to Suga,” Yunjin said.

“Do you think you and Jay will get married?” Not sure why asking that question. You’d been curious as to how serious they were, and it just came out.

Yunjin hesitated. “I don’t know. I really love him. I hope so if we can work out our differences.”

“Differences? Like what?”

She took a sip of her water then frowned. “Well, Jay doesn’t want kids.”

“What? He told you that?”

“He says he feels it’s irresponsible to bring children into the world unless he can be 100% sure of capabilities as a parent. He says he doesn’t feel that his own parents should have ever had children, and he just doesn’t think it’s for him.”

“Really?”

“Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want kids anytime soon. My career comes first right now, but someday I would like to have them. So, if he definitely doesn’t want kids, then that could be a problem.”

“He’ll probably change his mind as he gets older. He’s still so young.”

She shook her head. “I don’t know. It’s really bad. He won’t even have sex with me without a condom, even though I’m on the pill. He refuses to take even the slightest chance because he’s so fearful. He’s super paranoid.”

Trying to block out the images of them having sex, you simply said, “Wow.”

It made you really sad that Jay felt that way because of his parents. They were constantly working and never paid enough attention to him when he were kids. His mother was always away on business trips.

That was part of why Ameryn was so important to him. Truthfully, your mother shouldn’t have had a child either. But her poor parenting didn’t stop you from wanting to have a child of your own someday.

Yunjin took a closer look at your face. “Are you feeling alright?”

Thinking about the stress of your reunion with Jay was finally catching up with you. Your nerves were shot, and it was all making you sick.

“Actually, I’ve been feeling ill all day. My stomach is upset, and I have a headache.”

“Why don’t you go home early? I’ll cover your shift and let Sakura know what’s up.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

“I’ll owe you then.”

“Believe me, there will come a time that I get called back to NYC, and you’ll make due on that.”

“Okay,” you said, getting up and unfastening the black smock tied around your back.

The entire walk home, despite your vowing not to think about it, your thoughts once again turned to Jay and the fact that Yunjin was going to try to get him the gig at Yeonjun’s. It had been years since you’d heard his singing voice. You wondered what it sounded like now that it was deeper and with years of practice.

Jay’s car was parked outside of the house. He was expecting Yunjin and you to both be at work. You had to pass through the kitchen to get upstairs to your room and hoped you didn’t have to run into him without Yunjin here as a buffer.

Relief washed over you as you entered the empty kitchen. You grabbed a water bottle and some Advil for your headache and tiptoed up the stairs so that Jay didn’t notice you home.

The sound of heavy breathing coming from his bedroom stopped you in your tracks at the top of the stairwell. you could hear sheets rustling. Your heart beat faster. He didn’t think anyone would be home. “He must have a girl in there. How could he do that to her?”

You had to pass his room to get to yours anyway. Ameryn had the hallway carpeted. Covering your chest with your hand, you crept slowly toward his door which was cracked open. You closed your eyes briefly to prepare yourself for what you might witness when you peeked inside.

Nothing could have prepared you for the reality behind that door. There was no girl. Jay’s eyes were tightly shut as he lay back on the bed, alone. His jeans were undone, halfway down his legs. His left hand was firmly wrapped around his enormous cock as he pressed down on his balls with his other hand. “Holy mother of…” you speak inwardly.

Swallowing the saliva building in your mouth, you watched the movement of his hand as he stroked himself hard in a twisting motion. He’d gotten himself so aroused that you could hear the slick sound of the wetness as he pumped into his palm.

You knew that watching him was absolutely wrong. In fact, this was probably the lowest thing you’d ever done. But there was absolutely no way you could look away, if this were going to be the reason you went to hell, then so be it. You’d never witnessed something so intense, never imagined that he could be deriving so much pleasure alone.

Jay’s mouth was agape, the tip of his tongue slowly sliding back and forth across his bottom lip as if it were seeking out the taste of something or someone. Your own body was shaking, your clit throbbing. The ache to be with him, to join him was immense.

So enraptured in every move he made, you was no longer thinking about whether you watching him was right or wrong. He was fisting the sheets with one hand now while fcking his palm faster. With every movement, your muscles clenched tighter. You was wet, bewildered at your mind’s complete surrender to your body.

The low and deep groans of pleasure that came out of his mouth were making it that much worse. You knew wholeheartedly that this watching him pleasure himself was the single biggest turn on you had ever experienced.

Getting off was normally such work for you. You needed a vibrator and porn and even then, sometimes it was impossible to relax enough to really make yourself come. Right now, you had to cross your legs to control the need building between them as he licked over his bottom lip again your own tongue tingled as you imagined what his wet mouth would feel like against your own lips, he pumped into his hand imagined that it was you wrapped around his cock.

You had never wanted anyone as badly as you wanted him in that moment. His hair was matted and messy as the back of his head pressed against the headboard. The clank of his belt buckle became more pronounced as he thrust his hips, his fist working harder to keep up. The intensity of his self-pleasure left you in total awe. His breathing became even more ragged as his eyes rolled back.

You swallowed hard and watched, mesmerized as streams of cum shot out from his large crown like a fountain. The grunts of pleasure escaping him as he orgasmed were just about the sexiest sounds you’d ever heard come out of a man’s mouth. Your heart felt like it was pounding out of your chest.

Watching this whole thing unfold had making you totally lose sense of reality. You feel like you’d been experiencing every movement, every feeling right along with him, except you wasn’t allowed to come. It was as if you’d seriously lost your mind in the process.

That was the only thing that could possibly explain why your body decided to betray you, letting out an involuntary sigh, a moan. You wasn’t sure and couldn’t even tell you what it was except to say whatever sound you made caused Jay to jump back.

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His head whipped toward you, and his shocked eyes meet yours for a brief second before you ran back down the stairs. You heart felt like it was in your mouth. Escaping out the front door and down to the water, you continued to run aimlessly on the sand. About a mile down the beach, it became necessary to stop and catch your breath, even though you wanted to keep running.

You’d gotten so wrapped up in Jay that you’d forgotten how sick you was this afternoon. It was all hitting you again as you stumbled over to the shoreline and vomited into the ocean.

You collapsed into the sand and must have sat there for over an hour. The sun was starting to go down, and the tide was coming in. It felt like everything was closing in on you. You knew you couldn’t avoid going home forever.

“What if he told Yunjin what I’d done? That I was watching him.”

What excuse could possibly give him that would explain why hiding behind his door, watching him ejaculate like it was a Fourth of July fireworks performance?

You decided that you needed to get home before Yunjin did. Maybe you could convince him not to say anything. Brushing the sand off your thighs, you made your way back over to the house. Your heart nearly stopped upon finding Jay standing in the kitchen, drinking out of a glass of lychee juice.

You stood silently behind him and watched as he put the container back. Jay turned around and finally noticed you standing there. His hair was wet. He must have taken a shower to wash away the awkwardness of your encounter.

Looking painfully handsome in a brown t-shirt that fit his chest like a glove, he just stared you down. You braced yourself for his humiliating words. Your heart was beating out of your chest as he just continued to look at you blankly without saying anything. He slowly walked toward you, and all of the muscles in your body tightened. He was going to get in your face and do it.

Jay stood inches away from you. He smelled so effing good, like soap and cologne. You can feel the heat of his body, and you knees started to feel weak. He stared deeply into your eyes. It wasn’t necessarily an angry glare, but it wasn’t a happy or amused look either. After several seconds of silence, he took a deep breath in and said, “You smell like vomit.”

Just as you opened your mouth to respond, he turned around and walked away back toward the stairs before disappearing. “Is that all? I smelled like vomit?”

Wondering he was going to let the whole thing go or was he just saving it for later when Yunjin came home.

Business at Yeonjun’s had really suffered since losing The Ruckus their headlining band. Suga had managed to fill the spot each night with mediocre local talent, but people were noticing the difference. The place would empty out much earlier than normal, and you weren’t getting as many customers in general.

You knew that Yunjin had spoken to Jay about taking on a few nights, but last you’d heard, he wasn’t interested. So, you could imagine your surprise when he turned up at Yeonjun’s one early Friday evening with his guitar strap wrapped around him.

At first, you didn’t realize it was him until he looked over at you. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach the moment you noticed him standing near the door, looking like he didn’t know where to go. Since it was unseasonably cool out, he was wearing a navy hoodie and a beanie. It always seemed to bring out his eyes.

Given how he’d treated you, your physical attraction to him never ceased to amaze you. Jay’s exterior, which was so different from what you remembered, helped distract from what you knew was inside. The truth was, as much as you wanted him physically, it still didn’t compare to the longing that remained for your old friend.

He never mentioned the jerk-off encounter to Yunjin, nor did he torture you about it. You didn’t know why he decided to give you a pass on that, but it was eternally grateful. Yunjin had gotten called out of town for an audition this morning. You’d assumed that he was going to go back with her.

You stopped wiping the table you’d been cleaning and walked over to him. “What are you doing here?”

He lifted his guitar from around his neck. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“I thought you went to NY with Yunjin.”

“She’s not going to be gone very long. And I already committed to this gig.” He’d said it almost scornfully.

“I thought you were against playing here. I overheard you telling her that you’d rather perform at a prison than a lowly beach hut.”

“Yeah. Well, I guess she showed your boss some footage of me, and he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”

“How long will you be playing here?”

“I don’t know. A few weeks. Until we leave.”

“You’re not staying the whole summer?”

“No. That was never the plan.”

Disappointment set in. You should have been happy that he was leaving soon, but hearing that news had the opposite effect on you. “Wow. Okay. Well, do you need me to show you around?”

“I’m good,” he said before walking away from you, heading toward the back of the restaurant. Jay disappeared for at least an hour. He was scheduled to perform at 8, so he had about 10 minutes to go before show time.

Your curiosity got the best of you as you went in search of him. The door to one of the back rooms was cracked open, and you could see him downing a bottle of beer and looking stressed. You wondered if he ever got nervous before a show.

Even he considered performing here a joke, he was still going to be putting himself out there.

His eyes darted to the side, and he noticed you standing there. Just stared at each other. It was ironic, but the only times you could ever feel the remnants of your old connection were in fleeting moments of silent eye contact. Sometimes moments of silence spoke the loudest.

You left him alone again, making your way back down the hall and into the restaurant to tend to the customers you’d been ignoring.

Without Yunjin working tonight, you were short-staffed, and you was having a hard time keeping up with the orders. Yeonjun’s had indoor and outdoor seating. Normally, you would only be working one section, but tonight you was going back and forth between the two.

It was nice out, so you knew they would have Jay performing outside. You kept glancing over to the stage to see if he was there. It's 8:05 pm, and he hadn’t made an appearance yet.

You was in the middle of serving a large party of ten when you first heard it the chilling sound of a soulful voice that was not familiar in the least. He gave no introduction, just started to sing out the first few words followed by the strum of his guitar. The song that Jay had chosen to start with was a cover of Drunk Text by Henry Moodie.

The entire room soon quieted down, and all eyes were on the stunning blond male specimen with the spotlight shining down on him. Despite the fact that you was carrying a large round tray of dirty dishes, you couldn’t move. Aside from the lone teardrop that fell the night he lost it on you during steak dinner, you hadn’t shed any more tears until now.

It was all too much. Hearing how different his voice sounded, how he’d trained it over the years, was a wake-up call as to how much you had missed. All of the hours of practice that must have gone into honing that beautiful voice, and you wasn’t there for any of it. The guilt, the emotions, the reality of a decade gone, everything started to pummel you at once.

He had to have true talent to perform solo acoustically. All eyes were on him and nothing else. There were no distractions to take away from a cracked voice or any other screw ups. Jay singing the song flawlessly. The vibration of his voice is like a deep massage to your entire being.

“I’m Jay. I’ll be here for the next few weeks. Thanks for coming out tonight.”

Applause and a few whistles rang out. Your focus on Jay had prevented you from tending to your customers. A few of them were waving you down, antsy for refills, so you took their orders and made your way over to the bar. He took a sip of beer then spoke through the mic again.

“This next song is an original I recently wrote myself. Hope you like it.” He strummed the guitar once and added, “It’s called, She Likes to Watch.”

Your body stilled upon hearing the title and it took a few seconds to register. “This song goes out to all the sneaky little voyeurs out there. You know who you are.”

The retaliation that you’d assumed he’d waived was in fact simply delayed and about to be dished out in all its glory. You refused to look over toward the stage. The bartender placed the drinks in front of you, and you forced your wobbly legs to move long enough to drop them off to their rightful owners before the song started.

When the song eventually ended, the crowd went wild. They apparently loved the idea behind it.

”Did he really just put things that just happened? Or just a coincidence?” When you finally garnered the courage to look over at him, he flashed a mischievous smile before moving right into the next song.

*****

At nine the next morning, you was still in bed when you heard the front door open. You could hear the muffled sounds of Yunjin and Jay’s voices as she joined him in couch. She must have left the city really early in the morning to come back here.

As much as you really liked Yunjin, something was unsettling about her return. There was always an underlying jealousy that you couldn’t help feeling.

Around noon, you threw on a terry cloth sundress before joining them in downstairs. The sun pouring into the kitchen was blinding. Jay smirked and lifted the carafe. “Coffee?”

You flashed an exaggerated smile. “You know what? Yes. I would love some.” Determined to continue your façade about loving Jay’s coffee, instead you becoming addicted to his coffee fusion.

He brushed it off. “It was fine. It’ll give me something to do to pass the time here.”

“What did you play?”

“I tried out a new song.”

You swallowed.

“The one you played for me the other night?” she asked.

“No. A different one.”

It dawned on you that Jay probably chose to perform She Likes To Watch last night in particular only because Yunjin wasn’t there. It still baffled you that he was keeping the whole incident to himself when he could have just told her and embarrassed the sh*t out of you. He smiled at you. “Want a refill?”

You smiled bigger. “Don’t mind if I do. This stuff is really growing on me. Quite a surprise.”

“Well, I know you love surprises.” You rolled your eyes at him. Thankfully, Yunjin had no way of knowing what he was referring to.

At night, Jay practically become a local star in Newport overnight. The crowd at Yeojun’s was nearly double what it had been before he became the nightly entertainment. The newest patrons were primarily young women who had heard about the hot new headlining guitarist. Yunjin and you were just headed out the door to work when her cell phone rang.

“Sh*t. Hold up. It’s my agent,” she said.

You waited in the doorway for her to take the call. After a few seconds, her hands started trembling.

“You’re kidding. You’re kidding!” Jumping up and down, she covered her mouth.

“Oh my God! Yes, of course, I can.” Finally, she just let out a yelp of excitement.

“Thank you for letting me know! So, what’s next? Okay. I’ll call you tonight,” she said before hanging up.

“What’s going on?”

Yunjin let out a scream of joy and pulled you into a hug, her boney frame pressing against your ample chest.

“I got the part of understudy for a pretty big role on Broadway! It was one of the two auditions I had last week. I had thought it was a longshot. My agent wasn’t even going to send me initially!” When she let out another loud squeal, Jay came downstairs.

“What the hell is going on down here?” She ran toward him and threw herself into his arms.

“I got understudy!”

“Are you kidding? That’s awesome!”

Feeling awkward and like a third wheel, you cleared my throat and said, “Congratulations, Yunjin. I’m so happy for you.”

“When does this all go down?”

“They want me in NY in a couple of days.”

He looked frazzled. “Oh, Alright. I wish I hadn’t committed to that gig at Yeonjun’s. I would have just gone back with you.”

“It’s okay. It’s only a couple more weeks that you promised him, right? It’ll go by fast.”

“Yeah.”

Yunjin smiled. “Be nice to Y/n.”

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Danny

Always have to keep you guys guessing ;) so this one is veeeeery different from my normal content, but I figured I’d put something tamer to balance out the upcoming Pt. 2 to that Thread story. It’s a bit long, but I didn’t feel like keeping two concurrent multi-parters. Let me know what you think!

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“So, it’s the necklace?” I asked the professor at the university. It was a wonder I was able to keep up with even half of the lecture that had just transpired. 

“Something like that.” The professor replied back to our small group. “We’re all just a sea of electrical impulses. With this computer model, we can accurately track and mimic the exact electrical shocks needed to replicate a mind. Of course, the mind is so much data, the transfer-the upload needs to be instantaneous with an equivalent download- the university doesn’t give us enough grant money for computers that can store that much data, much less secure it. So, we needed biological means of storage. That’s why there’s an even number of participants”.

The room was utterly confused. For one, there was definitely an odd number of participants. Dr. Cohn was never known for dumbing down complex concepts, but even the smartest kids in class seemed stumped the past few hours. Maybe he didn’t have to go in that level of depth for his experiment.

Our group was a mix. It seemed like a sampling of the very best of the class, and a few average performers. I did find it weird they offered extra credit to students that probably didn’t need it. Sticking out like a sore thumb was Chad. He was the school quarterback, though no one was sure for much longer, as he was on academic probation. I couldn’t help but speculate with Kat, a top performer, on his placement. Combining our limited knowledge on the students in our class, and the school’s football team, we landed on this being some sort of extra credit that the university probably forced on poor Dr. Cohn. Ever the nosy one, Mackenzie piped in. “Of course they’d try to save their star quarterback. I heard 3 professors already quit trying to bring up his GPA. This is basically his last shot“.  

And then there was Danny. Part of that “very best” group. Unlike the other students in the room, he seemed to take in the professor’s whole lecture and was deep in thought. His face lay still, serene. But I could see the intelligence behind his eyes spinning to life. I always liked when he did that, like he was chewing on an idea before spitting out the most brilliant insights. Or maybe I just like how the corner of his mouth would turn up into a small smile when he finished thinking things through. I caught myself staring again, thanking my luck that no one had seen. Mackenzie laughed a little behind me. I sighed, laughing a small defeat. Almost no one had seen. 

“So it basically swaps our brains?” Danny inquired. He looked around the room, gauging our comprehension. That was when it clicked for me. He took note and let out a small smile. I smiled back. That was the other thing I liked about the guy. He always seemed to want everyone to succeed. This wasn’t the first time he’d thoroughly condense a difficult topic into a quick word or phrase the class could understand. His eyes smiled whenever he could recognize concepts “clicking” for people and I saw it do the same as my other classmates- even Chad- figured it out. I recoiled a little, from a nudge from Mackenzie. I sighed again, airing a “thank you” her way. I had been staring again.

“No, nothing like that! Could you imagine how difficult an operation like that would be? All this does is swap your mind.” Aaaand just like that, we were back to confusion. Danny smiled though.

“Got it. So your brain’s the hardware, your mind’s the software. The necklaces do a switcheroo and then new hardware, same software- or, vice versa, I suppose.” Back on track.

“Wait, how much of ‘me’ is in the hardware? Like my memories?” I blurted out, immediately growing red. That seemed to have garnered an approving smile from Danny. I grew redder.

The professor’s eyes lit up. “Now you’re thinking like a scientist.” He laughed before shrugging. “Who’s to say… we are running an experiment after all”. Dr. Cohn always was a messy one.

“So, uh, how long is it supposed to last?” Mackenzie asked.

“That’s the fun of it, once we’re paired, the switch can go for as little or as long you as want!” We. That threw me off a little. I caught his glance to Chad. “Don’t worry, I’ll be a part of this experiment too.” The professor said, with a smile that felt too wide. “Don’t forget to record your notes and thoughts into this log book. For privacy, they’ve been password protected- we’ll reconvene this little group in a year and just draft up a summary of your experiences from these books.”

There was an obvious question everyone’s mind. Thankfully, Kevin asked it. “So who’s swapping with who?”

The professor’s eyes lit up in excitement. “We’ve all been paired, randomized of course. I’ll leave the pairings to figure out when they’d want to swap. Just put on your necklaces at 6pm tonight and start your log books. After that, whenever either of you squeezes your necklace, the swap will ensue”. From the way the professor’s eyes kept darting to Chad, something told me it hadn’t been entirely random.

I thought through the possible pairings. Kevin was kind of cute, I guess. Though I wasn’t sure if it was just the airport effect with how limited our group size was. Kat or Mackenzie would just be weird. Mackenzie especially- that girl knows a little too much about me and lord knows what she’d do behind my wheel. Running down the list of people, there was Chad. Of course, who wouldn’t want to be in Chad’s shoes- I had to dispel a dirty thought that passed my mind. Everyone’s probably thinking it. The professor’s body wouldn’t be too bad either, I could always just pressure the faculty into giving me better grades, maybe boost the grades of my friends. And then there was Danny. Danny. My heartrate shot up instantly.

Sitting in my dorm room, I looked at the clock with a bit of fear. “5:55 pm,” it read. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm my nerves. “5:59 pm”. Nope. There was nothing calm about this. I closed my eyes shut, as I felt the necklace whir a little. Looks like someone else already squeezed it. 

Zzzip

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“Log book 1: 

<3

It was Danny. Holy fuck, I got to be in Danny.”

I stared at the journal entry. That was all I could manage to write with my shaking hands. I could hardly believe it. A lifetime can change in 5 minutes, apparently. My heart was still beating and my face still flushed when we switched back. He had a soccer game so our first meeting had to be short. 

 My first minute was just looking down at my new Danny-worn hands, breathing through his lungs, inhaling as much as I could of his room. I wanted to commit this man to memory. My logic-or, Danny’s logic perhaps, told me there would inevitably be more swaps to come, but my mind wouldn’t have it. Whatever piece of Danny I could get, however minuscule, I wanted to stretch every moment infinite.

I felt a sense of guilt wash over me, as my new Danny-worn package began to harden when I realized he was in soccer gear. I tried to shake off the feeling- I couldn’t do that to him. Then came the text. I recognized the number of course, it was my old body’s. “Hey man, glad to see we’re partners”. My heart stirred. “It’s Danny, but you probably already knew that”. To see him text me so casually froze me in place. “Anyways, I do have a game coming up, mind if we switch back?” I couldn’t even bring Danny’s hands to answer himself. “I’ll take that as a yes”.

Zzzip

And just like that, I was back. My hand clinging to my chest, breaths ragged. 

Wait, Fuck. Was I still hard in his body when we switched back?

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Zzzip

“Log book 7:

Met up today. Joint gym day. 

Gym feels better in Danny’s body. Unsure if exercise has a different effect on people’s bodies, or if it’s tied to our minds. Seems to be a lag in my emotions.”

I’m not really one to be consistent with exercise. I set the book down, and relocked it, panting as I had in our first switch, but this time due to Danny working my body to the brink.

I think he noticed, because he apologized profusely when I slumped in the bench to catch my breath in the locker room.

I can’t believe I had agreed to it. Danny wanted to test the effects of exercise with different bodies. He stated he wanted to see what it was like doing routine exercises in a different body. Does the body retain that physical memory? Or is it the mind? I only agreed because it was Danny. So, there I was, in the school gym staring at the door like a fish out of water. 

I felt a reassuring hand on my back before my ears immediately shot red when I realized whose hand it was. “Do you have your log book on hand? Should probably write down notes immediately after the switchback”. I immediately panicked at thought that he wanted to compare notes, thinking back to my first entry but he seemed to have caught on to my thought process and immediately dismissed the idea. “It wouldn’t make sense to taint the data with outside factors. Danny was probably the only person that fully understood the professor’s entire experiment so I took his word for it.

When we swapped, I had to focus on not instantly growing hard. For someone seemingly so bookish, the guy was surprisingly fit. Walking to the treadmill, I felt every muscle brimming with power. My first run in his body. Euphoric. Danny was a well-oiled machine. Every component moving in tandem. Lungs drawing in and out powerful gusts of air. Eyes staring me in the mirror, furrowed in powerful determination, and legs gliding with a grace that did not diminish the power behind each foot. I lost myself in the exercise, content to just being inside his body, guided by his body. I finished the run with a heavy pant, knowing full well I’d be hard beyond belief at what lay before me. I eyed myself in the mirror, in sweat-laden body of my crush. The scent was indescribable. Like a pleasant musk basking in the damp earth. Was it always this good? Was this how other people felt when they exercised? I twirled the necklace around Danny’s neck, making sure to not squeeze, mentally thanking whatever gods there may be for this experience.

I looked back at Danny, in my body. His running form was a bit clumsy, but there was a confidence in them that I didn’t often see in myself. Maybe a trick of the light, or residual feelings from the run I just had but I was captivated. I honestly looked almost cute like this. 

He finished, panting before immediately pulling out his book and writing a few notes. He beamed back at me, pointing at the necklace. Even in my body, that smile was unmistakably his. I smiled back, ready to swap once more.

Zzzip

Weird. I still felt the infatuation. I looked back at the body I had just inhabited, still feeling the butterflies in my stomach. It was Danny so I was used to those, but not immediately after a swap. The past few times it always took a second or two to readjust. Danny looked at me, a bit uncomfortable. No doubt it had been from the grave face I was making. I shook my head, not wanting to worry him. Or worse, force a premature end to this experience. “It’s nothing, just a hell of an exercise haha”.

This may be a bit of a problem.

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“Interesting, and you’re sure it’s residual feeling?” Said a slightly disinterested Chad, eyeing his dreamy biceps.

“Yes, when I.. uh.. felt angry in his body and switched back, my body did too.”  

“Well it is a swap, of course so your mind returning to its body would feel the same things it felt…” The professor in chad’s body spoke in a slightly faraway tone, like there was something he’d rather be doing. “Though, it shouldn’t be this instant. It’s not physically possible unless…”

I winced, worried for the worst and hoping to remain Danny’s partner.

“This might be a bit of an issue if those necklaces are defective…” He then mumbled something about permanent effects on the mind. “If they are, we’d have to stop the entire experiment. It wouldn’t be right-“ The professor caught a glimpse of Chad’s body in the reflection of his door before looking back at me. “Look, maybe just limit the swaps to low pressure situations, and try to avoid high-emotion situations in case your ‘residual’ hypothesis is correct. Cause if that were true, it would mean you leave a little of yourself every time you swap.”

“Got it, professor”.

“Maybe keep this side effect a little secret for now. We wouldn’t want the others worrying and tainting the data,” Chad’s body spoke in an authoritative tone as his hands sauntered below the desk. “Oh, and please close the door on your way out“.

=============

“Log book 50:

Pain.” 

We had been swapping fairly frequently, despite the professor’s warning. Danny was a drug I couldn’t shake. The guy was my kryptonite and he had no idea. Everytime we swapped, every moment we shared, I couldn’t bring myself to tell him about the professor’s words. Every swap back, I could feel my heart beating as wildly as my first time, stomach churning pleasantly. It was like a wave of sweetness whenever I had a chance to be Danny. Then, the guilt came soon after.

Danny seemed to like the spontaneity. Eventually, we settled on free-switching, aside from classes. Some days, I’d randomly switch and my eyes would focus on my homework, completed with a little smiley face drawn on the corner. I tried that little trick with him once, only to get a text back of his graded assignment, scored uncharacteristically low for the top performer, followed by another text “Nice try anyway lol” 

=============

“Log book 190:

I hate you.”

Zzzip

“Danny, is something wrong?” The shock of the situation stopped me from initially processing anything I was seeing. My clumsy hands. I had been fumbling with my collar, when I accidentally initiated a swap. A wave of embarrassment hit, and then anger. Seething, bottomless anger.

I almost dropped the flowers Danny’s body had been handing her. Without explanation, I quickly squeezed the necklace to send me back.

Zzzip

I sat in stunned silence for a second, before the anger drew me back to my thoughts.

Who was I angry at? Of course it was a girl. He had to have been dating around. It was presumptuous to even think we were anything more than partners in a crazed professor’s experiment. And yet, I was still angry. Irrationally angry at Danny for not picking up on the hints, maybe angry at the professor for dragging me into this mess in the first place. But most of all, I was angry at myself. 

I felt the buzz of a text, ears still heated. Danny again. “You ok?”  

I sighed as reasoning took over and anger transformed into sadness. I wrote a quick note in the log book, then pulled my phone up before texting back. “Yeah”.

“Lol Claudia says hi”, came a text back. I gritted my teeth, not wanting to impart any jealousy in my response, but I was soon stopped by another text. 

“If you wanted to meet my sister, you should have just asked lol”.

=============

“Log book 290

I’m stupid. I’m sorry. I’m stupid. I’m sorry.”

I’m so sorry. I said to Danny in my head, as I slumped in my chair. You’re so fucking stupid. I told myself. These past few months swapping back and forth with Danny had been a dream. 

From something as simple swapping before brushing his teeth to even taking a class as him. I savored every single moment. 

But as the experiment had been drawing to a close, and as I felt my time nearing and my guilt intensifying, other, less kind thoughts bubbled in my head. 

What if I did ‘that’ in his body. What if I did it while thinking of my own body. I gulped. Danny didn’t know, and from what I could tell, he hadn’t suspected a thing. “Maybe I could make him like me.” Even just saying it out loud felt like a taboo. I could just imagine Danny’s disapproving face as I pondered corrupting our newfound friendship, and corrupting him at his core.

The devil on my shoulder continued. We’ve been swapping all this time. And he doesn’t notice. My dick stirred. He wouldn’t notice and you could train his body to fall in love with you.

No. No. I couldn’t do that to Danny. I eyed the near approaching date on the calendar- the date the experiment would end- and I gulped again. I pulled up a photo of him.

Darkness gripped at my chest, as I pondered my next step. And then I squeezed.

“Danny, I love you and I’m sorry.”

Zzzip

My heart, or rather Danny’s, began to beat faster and faster. I pulled up a fairly difficult puzzle before I swapped, so I knew I had some time with his flesh before he’d try to swap back.

I gingerly pulled down his shorts, staring at his bulge hungrily. Then I slowly teased out his dick, moaning at the feeling of flesh touching flesh. Being in his body, having this level of access to Danny. I was hard instantly.

It felt almost macabre, seeing his flesh move to my every whim, forced to feel my feelings. I wanted to etch myself into him as much as possible, and with every pump I moaned my original body’s name. It took all of the restraint in Danny’s body, which, apparently was a lot, to not burst. But one can only hold out so long, hearing one’s crush moan their name in delirious ecstasy. I sang my name in his resonant voice one more time, before flashing instantly to my body and back to his.

Zzzip Zzzip

I released his sticky white seed in what felt like the first cum of my life. I suppose, in a sense, it was. I hoped that sealed it. Conditioning Danny to me. The swaps were imperceptibly fast, and I took the lack of delay in emotions as a sign of success.

Zzzip Zzzip

I released a breath in Danny’s body I didn’t know I was holding, basking in the afterglow before immediately realizing what I had just done. 

Guilt came out of me drop by drop. As his tears began to leave their marks on his shirt, I slowly began to clean up. The pleasure of the situation still clung to me, as I mournfully switched back. Then came another gut-wrenching wave of sadness. Danny, I’m so sorry. 

I looked to the incomplete puzzle in front of me, laughing a little at his lack of progress to ease the sadness.

Then came another text from Danny. “Dude, that puzzle’s impossible”. 

=============

“Log book 300:

Food definitely tastes different in a different body.”

“Look, just try them man” Danny said with a smile, holding a fry in his hand. And the necklace in another. 

Only a few short days left before the experiment’s end. I made no mention of that night, nor the professor’s words to Danny. 

Danny had, in fact, been coming by more often. Prompting more hangouts, initiating more switches. I was elated every time he asked. I even caught a few longer glances from his body, marinating in pleasure at seeing this new side of Danny. However happy I had been, underlying it all was the guilt of my deed.

Danny again held the fry out expectantly. I laughed slightly. “Haha, fine”.

Zzzip

I took a bite from his body. Yep, it was definitely a fry. My own body looked up at me, smiling a Danny-flavored smile before grabbing the half-bitten fry. “Now let’s control for this variable. Same fry,” he said, wiggling it in the air.

Zzzip

I stared at the fry covered in a bit of his saliva. Heaven. I looked back at him and nodded. As we parted ways, I couldn’t help my smile from peeking through. 

He was right, it did taste better on my end.

=============

“So, we’re not getting paid”? I asked Danny, as we sat in the table. He had a few wine glasses in front. 

It had been a full year since the experiment first started. Despite the general weirdness from the other groups swapping, everyone had been relatively well adjusted. Except for Chad, or whatever he’d be called now. A swapped Kat couldn’t help but spill the beans. Apparently, the professor had no obligation to offer the guy extra credit. He specifically targeted the quarterback for his experiment. What’s worse, he’d apparently created a newer version of the necklace. One that could overwrite and transmit. Chad’s frat brothers mentioned he was offered another credit for participating in a second experiment for this new necklace. After that, no one had seen either person. The pair had mysteriously disappeared, leaving the school scrambling to cover up everything. All most of us knew was one day we suddenly had perfect grades retroactively added for the past year, along with a very scary letter prompting a signature. 

“The university isn’t going to do anything about this.” He said. I was still skeptical as I slowly eyed one of the wine bottles that once graced former Dr. Cohn’s shelf. “It’s the least they could do for all those, ethics violations”. He pulled the cork with a satisfying pop, a mischievous gleam in his eye as he handed me a glass. “Now c’mon, try this”. 

I suppose alcohol had a way of loosening me up. “So…. we’re not getting paid”? I asked again, sarcastically this time. It had been a year, so talking to Danny felt easy. I thought back to my log book, fully intending on burning the thing. Danny shook his head.

“Hard to put a price on crimes against humanity. Or, something like that” he laughed. “The university just said to dump everything and basically forget that experiment ever happened.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as well. I shrugged, knowing money or even perfect grades for a year held no candle to the experience of a lifetime I just had with Danny. I was afraid of the answer, but it had to be asked. “What should we do with these things?” I asked, looking at the necklace still gracing his beautiful neck. His eyebrows raised as he saw the same necklace gracing mine. 

“I mean, by now, you’re pretty used to it, right?” He asked with an almost pleading look in his eye. There was something bugging him. I watched as he fiddled with his feet. “Maybe…” His ears turned bright red. It was riveting finally seeing this side oh him. More than that, it was downright cute. “M-Maybe” he stammered again. Danny took a deep breath to calm himself, though his scarlet face told all. “Maybe we can keep. Um. Swapping. Sometimes, sometimes I like being you, and sometimes I kind of like when you’re me.” He looked at me and smiled weakly, trying to change the subject. “A-Anyway, you need a place to stay next year, r-right? It kind of feels like we’ve already been roommates these past 12 months, what’s another 12?” His sweet words did nothing the dampen the guilt I felt in my betrayal. In any other circumstance, I’d have died happy just hearing that confession from him. Instead I could only think back to the professors words. I did live, at least partially, in Danny throughout this past year. It felt like a betrayal of myself to not come clean.

“Danny, listen. I think I need to tell you first, in your body…” My breath hastened, and I felt my stomach churn. How do you tell a guy what you’ve done with his body- *in* his body? Danny’s face frowned in concern as my bubbling emotions seemed to knock him out of his quick spell of shyness.

He smiled a little. “Look man, whatever you’ve done in my body, I’ve probably done too.” His smile widened. “Your body is mine, my body is yours. Call it even”. More words that would have swept me off my feet, had I not been confessing. More torture ensued.

“I went to the professor about it a few months ago and never told you” I continued. I was practically holding back tears. “Our necklaces were bugged, I think”.

“The professor said…” I gulped. “It was possible that when we switch, our minds don’t come through all at once.” Now tears did begin to swell. “You know how it’s supposed to take a second for your emotions to catch up. Well, when we switch, I still feel the same emotions…”. I gulped. “Since day 1, I think I’ve overwritten your, um, preferences”. Danny’s poker face felt like a dagger in my heart. It’s a face I often made in his body when I was in deep thought, so I knew he had to have been processing to the same conclusion. I could practically see the gear turning in his head. Click.

Face still an enigma, Danny waited a moment and then asked a simple question. “When did you tell the professor?” Click. 

I sniffled as I laid it bare in front of him. “5 months ago. Danny, I’m sorry! I dunno, I just thought maybe… maybe if we kept switching, if our minds kept being in each other’s bodies. Maybe if a little piece of how I felt kept lagging behind, you might have-“ Now the gear was fully spinning and I saw the realization hit his face. I had no idea what he was going to do. Punch me? Maybe. Run away in disgust? Likely. Instead, Daniel had done something equally surprising. His hand rested on my shoulder in a reassuring fashion. Then that same hand motioned me forward.

My memory of the next moment felt like a million moments in one. It was something so outside my realm of possibilities, my brain simply couldn’t process. The whiplash hit my senses all at once. Sweet but a bit salty. A moment of quietness before the background sounds of the campus slowly drizzled back in. The scent of fresh laundry and damp earth. My eyes took even longer to adjust from black to red to an image slowly refocussing. Last was my brain, which had been stunned into silence. I sat back in shock, repeating the same phrase over and over in my head. Danny just kissed me.

He laughed, eyes twinkling and mouth pulled into a smile, beaming in the way that always made my heart swoon. “That theory’s bogus. Trust me. I haven’t felt any different”. He smiled again, sheepishly this time, before fishing something from his backpack’s large pocket. He looked at the item in front of him, hand slightly shaking in hesitation before making his decision. Slowly, he held up his own log book, flipped to the very first page:

“Log Book 1:

<3 ”

=============

[stevebattle]

Teeeni (1988) Nanyang Technological Institute (NTI), School of Electrical and Electronic Engineering (EEE), Singapore. "Prof Goh said the institute's School of Electrical and Electronic Engineering first started experimenting with micromouse building in 1987, using a commercially available kit from Japan. The result, named Rattus-Rodee, was not only bulky and clumsy, but extremely slow. Undaunted by the poor performance, NTI rounded up a group of lecturers with expertise ranging from microprocessor hardware, computer software, motor control, sensor technology to artificial intelligence. At least 80 students at different levels of study were recruited for the programme. What helped most, Prof Goh recalled, was the in-house programme which required second-year students to undergo 10 weeks of intensive practical training during their long vacation. This exposed them to different training modules which included industrial talks, factory visits, mechanical workshop and workstation education. Having been taught the basics, the students were challenged to build micromouses and compete for prizes in campus contests. This resulted in successive generations of micromouses, each of which was an improvement of the previous one. "Ruth", which came after Rattus-Rodee, was reduced in size and weight and travelled more accurately, but was still slow. Though sleek, the third-generation model "Teeeni" was still heavy and slow. But both performed creditably in the National Micromouse Contest last year. Ruth was in fourth position and Teeeni was placed second." – Mightiest Mouse, by Nancy Koh, The Straits Times, 6 November 1989.

The video is an excerpt from "UK Micromouse 1989."

[hils79]

Hils Watches Lovely Runner - Ep 16

Can't believe I'm at the end already. I forget that althought kdrama episodes are long there's a lot less of them

Of course he escaped. This dude really is like the terminator

Going under the cut because I don't want to spoil the ending

Well in a twist of irony he got hit by a truck and knocked into the river, which is what he did to Im Sol before this drama even started. I'm assuming he's not coming back from this and the rest of the drama will be about Im Sol and Sunjae sorting out their relationship

Oh. I thought that was going to take longer. There's still over an hour left to go on the episode!

They are so damn cute I can't deal with it

Poor Taesung. While Im Sol and Sunjae are snuggling and being adorable he's all beaten up and feels bad that someone died that he was chasing. He's a good boy. I want him to be happy.

Sunjae: I want to buy cake for my perfect girlfriend but no one can so we're dating so I'll just buy cake for everyone. I'm so smart.

I love him

I love that he's acting all cool but we all know what a nerd he is

I don't care how sweet and handsome he is if someone started pokling me while I was trying to write that laptop would be coming down on his head

Like that

I was going to use my usual congrats on the sex gif but they are still fully clothed so I guess they just snuggled

Yeah, I'm glad that they're all happy and in love now but I think they both have a ton of trauma that they probably need to work through at some point

I love that even Im Sol joking about them being married made Sunjae's brain go offline

Made his brain go offline and made him decide that actually, yes, he does want to marry her. LOL I can't wait to see how this conversation goes

I love Taesung so much

Aww they have to get drunk and bond in every timeline

I know they're a band rather an an idol group but imagine being at a baby's birthday party and BTS or someone like that shows up to perform

I love grandma so much

Yeah, I'm, crying too

He had his 5 minutes of being a cool celebrity and now he's back to being a dork again

I'm really glad they haven't gone down the route of 'she has the man she loves and that's all she needs for her happy ending'. Look at her being awesome as a movie director. Love it!

Heh that looks very similar to the software I used to when I tried to learn video editing. Ironically I decided it was too time consuming as a hobby so I decided to do gifmaking instead which is just as time consuming

Aww yay! I really enjoyed this! I don't watch a whole lot of het romance dramas but I'm really glad I watched this one. I absolutely loved it!

[appleicecream]

my brother gave me my current laptop. it's a very worn down and dirty gaming laptop. for a while after giving it to me, he would joke about its poor performance. "oh, it probably has cryptomining software on it, haha!"

yeah it did.

[altaqwaelectric]

The Importance of Cable Management in Electrical Panels

In modern electrical installations, particularly in industrial, commercial, and residential applications, cable management in electrical panels plays a critical role. Poor cable organization can lead to inefficiencies, overheating, safety hazards, and costly downtime. Implementing proper cable management is not just a technical necessity — it’s a long-term investment in the performance, safety, and scalability of your electrical system.

What is Cable Management in Electrical Panels?

Cable management refers to the planning, installation, and maintenance of cables within an electrical panel to ensure neatness, organization, and optimal functionality. It includes the use of accessories such as cable ties, ducts, cable trays, wire markers, and labeling systems.

Common Components Used:

· Cable trays and ducts

· Cable ties and clips

· Wire markers and labels

· Conduits and sleeves

· Cable management panels and grommets

Why is Cable Management Important in Electrical Panels?

1. Enhances Electrical Safety

Proper cable routing reduces the risk of:

· Short circuits

· Arc flashes

· Fire hazards due to overheating or overloading

· Accidental disconnections or loose terminals

Safety is non-negotiable in any electrical system, and disorganized wiring is a known contributor to accidents and failures.

2. Improves System Reliability and Performance

A clean layout ensures stable voltage and current flow by minimizing electrical interference (EMI/RFI). It helps in:

· Preventing signal loss

· Reducing cross-talk in data cables

· Maintaining consistency in power distribution

3. Simplifies Maintenance and Troubleshooting

With labeled and properly routed cables:

· Technicians can quickly identify circuits and connections

· Downtime during maintenance is significantly reduced

· Errors due to wrong connections are minimized

4. Optimizes Space and Panel Layout

Efficient cable arrangement allows:

· Better airflow and heat dissipation

· Accommodation of future upgrades or expansions

· Reduced clutter and stress on terminal blocks

5. Compliance with Standards

Organizations such as IEC, NEC, and IEEE provide guidelines on wiring practices. Adhering to these standards not only ensures safety but also legal compliance during audits and inspections.

Best Practices for Cable Management in Electrical Panels

✅ Plan Before You Install

· Design the cable layout during the panel design phase

· Use CAD software for accurate visualization

✅ Use Quality Cable Management Accessories

· Invest in fire-resistant and durable cable trays and ducts

· Use color-coded wire markers for quick identification

✅ Ensure Proper Bending Radius

· Prevent cable damage by maintaining manufacturer-recommended bend radii

✅ Label Everything Clearly

· Use laser-printed or pre-numbered labels for durability and readability

✅ Separate Power and Signal Cables

· Avoid EMI by isolating high-voltage and low-voltage cables

✅ Secure Cables Firmly

· Use cable ties, clamps, or holders to prevent movement or vibration

✅ Regularly Inspect and Maintain

· Schedule routine inspections to spot frayed, loose, or overloaded cables

Industries Where Cable Management is Critical

· Manufacturing Plants — High-voltage systems and automated machinery

· Data Centers — Dense cable infrastructure and sensitive equipment

· Commercial Buildings — Office automation, security systems

· Healthcare — Life-support systems and diagnostic machines

· Renewable Energy — Solar inverters, battery management panels

Conclusion

Cable management in electrical panels is more than just a matter of aesthetics — it’s a critical component of a safe, reliable, and future-proof electrical system. From enhanced safety to easier maintenance and compliance, the benefits far outweigh the costs. Whether you’re an installer, facility manager, or system designer, investing in organized and well-planned cable management is a smart, long-term decision.

[almondenterprise]

Best Practices for Safe and Efficient LV Electrical Installations in 2025

Introduction

Low Voltage (LV) electrical installations are the backbone of safe and reliable power distribution in residential, commercial, and industrial settings. In 2025, as energy demands rise and smart technologies evolve, following best practices in LV installations is more important than ever to ensure safety, efficiency, and compliance.

This blog outlines the latest best practices for designing, installing, and maintaining LV electrical systems according to international standards and industry trends.

What Is an LV Electrical Installation?

LV (Low Voltage) refers to electrical systems that operate at voltages up to 1000V AC or 1500V DC. These installations include:

· Electrical panels and switchboards

· Distribution circuits

· Lighting systems

· Sockets and fixed appliances

· Motor control systems

Proper LV installation ensures that power is distributed safely and efficiently without risk of fire, equipment failure, or personnel injury.

Why Best Practices Matter in 2025

In the age of smart buildings, renewable integration, and digital energy management, the quality of your LV installation affects:

· Operational reliability

· Energy efficiency

· System lifespan

· User safety

· Regulatory compliance

Failing to adhere to best practices can result in costly downtime, legal penalties, and even life-threatening hazards.

Top Best Practices for Safe and Efficient LV Electrical Installations

1. Conduct Detailed Load Analysis

Before starting any LV installation, carry out a comprehensive load assessment to determine the power requirements, load types, and future expansion needs. This ensures:

· Proper cable sizing

· Correct protection device selection

· Optimized system capacity

Use load flow software tools and factor in diversity and demand coefficients for accuracy.

2. Follow International Standards (IEC, NEC)

Compliance with recognized standards ensures installations meet safety and performance benchmarks. Key references include:

· IEC 60364 for LV electrical installations

· NEC (NFPA 70) for code-compliant wiring in the U.S.

· ISO 50001 for energy management integration

Also, refer to local electrical regulations where applicable.

3. Use Certified, High-Quality Components

Always use LV components from certified manufacturers — this includes:

· Circuit breakers (MCCBs/MCBs)

· Residual current devices (RCDs)

· Surge protection devices (SPDs)

· Busbars, cables, and enclosures

Poor-quality components may not withstand fault conditions, leading to short circuits, fires, or system failure.

4. Ensure Proper Cable Management and Sizing

Correct cable selection and layout are critical:

· Size cables based on current capacity, voltage drop, and ambient temperature

· Use LSZH (Low Smoke Zero Halogen) cables for fire safety

· Label and route cables cleanly using trays, ducts, and tie-downs

Improper cable management is a leading cause of overheating and system inefficiency.

5. Install Proper Earthing and Grounding Systems

An effective earthing system protects against:

· Electric shock

· Equipment damage

· Lightning surges

Use TT, TN, or IT systems as per the application and ensure resistance values are within acceptable limits (e.g., <1 ohm for sensitive equipment).

6. Use Protection Coordination and Selectivity

Install protective devices in a coordinated hierarchy to ensure:

· Quick isolation of faults

· Minimal disruption to unaffected areas

· Avoidance of cascading tripping

Selectivity between breakers and fuses enhances safety and ensures continuity of service.

7. Integrate Smart Monitoring and Control

Modern LV installations benefit from IoT-enabled devices and energy monitoring software. This helps with:

· Real-time energy usage tracking

· Predictive maintenance alerts

· Power quality monitoring

· Remote switching and control

Smart LV systems are increasingly used in data centers, green buildings, and industrial automation setups.

8. Conduct Periodic Testing and Maintenance

Post-installation, regular inspection and testing ensure sustained safety and performance. Best practices include:

· Thermal imaging to detect overheating

· Insulation resistance testing

· RCD trip time checks

· Earth loop impedance measurement

Document all tests and create a preventive maintenance schedule based on manufacturer recommendations and operating conditions.

Common Mistakes to Avoid

· Overloading circuits without upgrading breakers

· Skipping grounding in temporary setups

· Using outdated wiring diagrams

· Mixing incompatible components

· Neglecting ventilation in panel enclosures

Conclusion

Safe and efficient LV electrical installations in 2025 require more than just technical knowledge — they demand a proactive approach that combines regulatory compliance, technology integration, and quality workmanship. By following these best practices, contractors and facility managers can minimize risks, optimize performance, and build future-ready electrical systems.

Whether you’re designing a commercial building, upgrading an industrial site, or installing a smart home system, investing in safe LV practices today is the smartest move for tomorrow.

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Whether you’re a project engineer, contractor, facility manager, or developer — Almond Enterprise is ready to support your next electrical challenge with confidence and capability.

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[jesikaraul]

Why Your Brain Deserves More Attention Than Your Mental Health

Core Premise

The book argues that society’s narrow focus on mental health (thoughts, emotions, behaviors) overlooks the physical brain driving them. Just as a car’s performance depends on its engine—not just the driver’s skills—your mental well-being is rooted in biological brain health.

Key Themes

The Brain-Mental Health Distinction

Mental health: Psychological/emotional state (e.g., anxiety, depression).

Brain health: The organ’s biological condition (blood flow, inflammation, neuroplasticity).

Analogy: Mental health is like software; brain health is the hardware it runs on.

Why the Difference Matters

Many "mental health" struggles (brain fog, mood swings, fatigue) stem from undiagnosed physical brain issues:

Nutrient deficiencies (B12, Omega-3s)

Chronic inflammation

Poor sleep or oxygen flow

Gut microbiome imbalances

Example: A 2022 Nature study linked 40% of depression cases to measurable brain inflammation.

The Limits of "Mental Health Only" Care

Therapy and medication often fail when underlying brain biology is ignored.

Case studies show improvements when combining:

Traditional mental health care (therapy, mindfulness)

Brain health fixes (sleep optimization, targeted nutrition, vascular health).

Actionable Brain Care Framework The book outlines 5 Pillars of Brain Health:

Fuel: Nutrition for neuron repair (e.g., Mediterranean diet, key supplements).

Flow: Exercise and blood circulation to boost oxygen/nutrient delivery.

Rest: Sleep’s role in "neural housekeeping" and memory consolidation.

Challenge: Novelty and learning to strengthen neuroplasticity.

Connection: Social bonds that reduce inflammation and stress.

Science Highlights

Neurogenesis: The brain can grow new cells (contrary to old myths).

The Gut-Brain Axis: 90% of serotonin is made in the gut—not the brain.

Vascular Health: Poor circulation starves neurons, accelerating cognitive decline.

Inflammation-Depression Link: CRP (an inflammation marker) predicts depression risk.

Target Audience

People frustrated by incomplete mental health solutions.

Wellness enthusiasts who want evidence-based brain optimization.

Professionals battling burnout/brain fog (entrepreneurs, creatives, knowledge workers).

Caregivers or aging adults focused on cognitive longevity.

Unique Angles

Myth-Busting: Challenges "it’s all in your head" stigma with hard biology.

Practical Over Preachy: Focuses on small, sustainable upgrades vs. extreme biohacking.

Holistic Integration: Bridges gaps between neuroscience, nutrition, and psychology.

Why This Message Matters Now

Mental health crises are rising, yet root causes are often physical.

Brain health is preventable medicine: Alzheimer’s, dementia, and mood disorders begin decades before symptoms.

Empowerment: Readers learn to advocate for overlooked tests (e.g., micronutrient panels, sleep studies).

Comparable Titles

The End of Mental Illness (Dr. Daniel Amen) – Brain scans meet psychiatry.

Brain Energy (Dr. Christopher Palmer) – Metabolic theory of mental health.

Why We Sleep (Matthew Walker) – Sleep’s role in brain function.

Difference: This book is less clinical, more focused on actionable self-care for non-scientists.

Talking Points for Promotion

"Your brain is the only organ we expect to function perfectly while mistreating it."

"Therapy won’t fix a B12 deficiency. Meditation can’t undo sleep apnea."

"Mental health starts with brain health—here’s how to upgrade both."

Would you like additional details on any section (e.g., studies to cite, chapter outlines)?

now quotes

Here are 15 powerful quotes from "Why Your Brain Deserves More Attention Than Your Mental Health" that capture its core message:

Hard-Hitting Truths

"Your brain is the only organ we expect to function perfectly while chronically mistreating it."

"Therapy can’t fix a vitamin deficiency. Meditation won’t undo sleep apnea. Mindfulness can’t regrow neurons starved of oxygen."

"We’ve medicalized mental health while ignoring the medical organ that creates it."

Science-Driven Insights

"90% of your serotonin isn’t made in your brain—it’s manufactured in your gut by bacteria you’re probably starving."

"Alzheimer’s doesn’t start at 65. It starts in the 40-year-old brain you’re neglecting today."

"Chronic inflammation isn’t just bad for your joints—it’s frying your neurons like an electrical short circuit."

Empowerment & Action

"Brain health is the ultimate act of self-respect: you’re either building your cognitive future or bankrupting it."

"You wouldn’t put diesel fuel in a Ferrari. Why are you feeding your brain junk food and expecting peak performance?"

"Sleep isn’t lazy. It’s when your brain does its most sophisticated engineering work."

Provocative Challenges

"If your brain were a car, you’ve been ignoring the ‘check engine’ light for years—then wondering why it won’t drive smoothly."

"We spend more time researching smartphones than the organ that lets us use them."

"Your brain doesn’t care about your excuses. It responds to oxygen, nutrients, and movement—whether you ‘feel like it’ or not."

Big-Picture Perspective

"Mental health isn’t separate from physical health—it’s the output of a three-pound biological supercomputer."

"You aren’t ‘aging’—you’re accumulating the consequences of how you’ve treated your brain."

"Optimizing your brain isn’t vanity. It’s the foundation of every dream, relationship, and memory you’ll ever have."

How to Use These:

Social media teasers (Pair with brain health facts)

Chapter openers

Email newsletter hooks

Talking points for podcasts/interviews

Need a specific type of quote (humorous, scientific, rallying cry)? Let me know!

New chat

[refitglobalblog]

Digital Trust and Second-Hand Phones: How Online Reviews Influence Buying Decisions

In today's world, buying a second-hand phone has become very common. Many people prefer to buy a second-hand mobile instead of a new one because it is more affordable. However, when purchasing a used phone, trust is a major factor. People often hesitate before deciding. They are unsure about the phone's quality. This is where online reviews play a huge role.

Why Do People Choose a Second-Hand Phone?

A second-hand phone is a great option for those who want a good smartphone at a lower price. Many people buy used phones because they want to save money or get a premium phone at an affordable price. It also helps the environment. It reduces electronic waste. Yet, buying a used phone comes with risks. This is why customers rely on online reviews before making buying decision.

The Importance of Trust in Buying a Second-Hand Mobile

Trust is the most important factor when buying a second-hand mobile. Unlike new phones, used phones do not come with a manufacturer’s warranty. This makes buyers cautious about their purchase. They worry about issues like battery life, screen condition, or hidden damages.

Online reviews help build trust. Buyers see positive feedback from other customers. This makes them feel more confident about buying the phone. If a seller has good reviews, it means they are reliable. On the other hand, negative reviews warn buyers about potential issues.

How Online Reviews Influence Buying Decisions

Before buying a second-hand phone, most people check reviews. They look on e-commerce websites, forums, and social media. Here’s how online reviews influence buying decisions:

1. Authenticity of the Product

Product reviews are important for helping buyers make smart choices. They show whether the phone matches the seller's description. Buyers often check reviews to see if the phone is as advertised. When many customers say the phone is in good condition, it builds trust. This makes new buyers feel more confident about their purchase. Positive feedback reduces the uncertainty that comes with buying second-hand phone. It helps ensure that buyers get a product that meets their expectations.

2. Seller Reputation

A seller with many positive reviews is seen as trustworthy. If a seller has too many negative reviews, buyers avoid them. People prefer to buy from sellers with a good track record. They want to know the seller offers genuine second-hand phones.

3. Performance Feedback

Buyers look for reviews that talk about the phone’s actual performance. They check if the battery lasts long, if the phone has any software issues, or if the camera quality is good. Honest reviews help them decide if the phone is worth the price.

4. After-Sales Support

Some sellers offer warranties or return options even on used phones. Reviews help buyers know whether a seller provides good customer service. If a seller responds to complaints and helps customers, they gain more trust.

Fake Reviews and Their Impact

While online reviews are helpful, some sellers post fake reviews to attract buyers. Fake positive reviews mislead customers into buying poor-quality products. On the other hand, fake negative reviews can harm genuine sellers.

To avoid falling for fake reviews, buyers should:

Check multiple review platforms.

Look for detailed reviews with photos.

Read both positive and negative feedback.

Tips for Buying a Second-Hand Phone Safely

If you are planning to buy a second-hand phone, here are some tips to make a safe buy:

Buy from trusted platforms: Use well-known websites or verified sellers with good reviews.

Check reviews carefully: Read customer feedback before making a decision.

Inspect the phone: If possible, check the phone in person before buying.

Ask about the return policy: Some sellers offer a return period if the phone has any issues.

Compare prices: Make sure you are paying a fair price based on the phone’s condition.

Conclusion

A second-hand phone can be a smart buy, but only if you buy it from a trustworthy seller. Online reviews help buyers make better decisions by providing real customer experiences. Trust and transparency are key when purchasing a used phone. By reading reviews carefully, buyers can avoid scams. They can also get the best value for their money.

[sarkariresultdude]

Navy Recruitment Result: Everything You Need to Know

 Joining the military is a dream for many people searching for to serve their united states, gain valuable skills, and enjoy a disciplined and adventurous way of life. The recruitment system is rigorous and includes multiple levels, which includes written tests, bodily exams, clinical examinations, and interviews. Once those stages are completed, candidates eagerly await their military recruitment consequences. In this newsletter, we will discover the navy recruitment end result procedure, how to test outcomes, elements affecting selection, and what comes subsequent for a success applicants.

Official website for Navy recruitment result download

Understanding the Navy Recruitment Process

The army recruitment manner is designed to choose the most capable applicants. It involves several tiers:

Notification and Application

The military releases legitimate recruitment notifications detailing eligibility standards, utility dates, and choice approaches.

Candidates submit their packages online or offline in the designated time-frame.

Written Examination

Most military recruitment drives encompass a written exam protecting subjects like Mathematics, General Knowledge, Science, and English.

The examination assesses a candidate’s aptitude and information applicable to naval service.

Physical Fitness Test (PFT)

Candidates who skip the written examination ought to undergo a physical health check.

The check typically includes strolling, push-ups, sit-ups, and different endurance sporting activities to determine bodily fitness ranges.

Medical Examination

A thorough clinical take a look at-up is performed to ensure applicants meet the desired scientific standards.

Any medical conditions that would intervene with naval obligations may additionally cause disqualification.

Interview and Document Verification

Candidates who clean the preceding degrees are called for an interview.

Documents together with academic certificates, identification proofs, and caste certificates (if relevant) are demonstrated.

Final Merit List and Training

Based on usual overall performance, a final advantage listing is prepared.

Selected candidates are sent to naval training academies to start their adventure in the military.

How to Check Navy Recruitment Results

Once all stages are finished, the navy recruitment result is released via diverse official channels. Here’s how applicants can test their consequences:

Official Website

The number one supply for recruitment results is the professional army recruitment website.

Candidates ought to log in with their registration info to access their results.

Email and SMS Notifications

Some recruitment our bodies send end result notifications thru electronic mail or SMS to applicants.

It is essential to provide correct contact information all through the software manner.

Employment News and Newspapers

Results will also be posted in main employment newspapers and regional courses.

Recruitment Offices and Help Desks

Candidates can go to the closest army recruitment office to inquire about their effects.

Factors Affecting Selection in Navy Recruitment

Not all applicants who follow are selected. Several elements affect the selection system:

Performance in Written Examination

Scoring high marks within the written test will increase the probabilities of selection.

Physical Fitness Levels

Candidates should meet the desired health standards.

Poor bodily performance may cause disqualification.

Medical Standards Compliance

Candidates have to be in accurate health with none scientific conditions that restrict naval service.

Availability of Vacancies

The variety of available positions plays a position in figuring out how many applicants are selected.

Background Verification and Discipline

A smooth historical past and disciplined behavior are critical for choice.

What Comes Next for Selected Candidates?

If a candidate’s name appears within the final merit listing, they ought to prepare for the following steps:

Joining Letter and Training Instructions

Selected candidates acquire a joining letter with details in their schooling agenda and reporting date.

Reporting at Training Center

Candidates need to file to their assigned training center on the desired date.

Induction and Orientation

New recruits go through orientation packages to familiarize them with naval lifestyles.

Basic Training

Training consists of bodily conditioning, naval drills, swimming, technical training, and educational guides.

Specialization Training

After primary training, recruits may additionally undergo specialised education based totally on their roles within the army.

[pauloga]

First Week, First Workload

Paul Oga

We had our first meet on the Software Designing and Engineering course under Sir Yu. Although I arrived late on his class (which was kind of embarrassing), still I'm glad I didn't decide to miss it as it was a very important session for the course.

Sir Yu held a class orientation where he discussed all the relevant things to note for the course — such as the grading system, class rules, expected topics to be encountered, and the project innovative task.

For our first task, we were instructed to form a group of four members. I teamed up with my "OG" blockmates which are Eucel, Lance, and Seth. We had to present two titles for our project proposals.

It was a nerve-wracking moment as I only had an hour sleep on that first meet and I couldn't think of ideas that would satisfy the given criteria of the project proposal.

Thankfully, Lance saved that night by providing us his insights which later became a huge help upon developing our titles and advocacy for the project.

Within a couple of hour, we finally submitted our titles to Sir Yu, and fortunately he approved it.

These are our proposed titles:

URentify: Book Rental Services for USTP Students

We came up for this title as there's no existing centralized book rental services in the university. Altho the library offers book borrowing, you compromise with "worst case scenarios" that would be a pain in the head to resolve.

What makes this relevant is that some instructors in the university only use specific books for their lectures and for most cases they aren't available in the library— and if they do they are often unavailable as you compete with bunch of students that also fall in line to use it.

This project will not only offers convenience but also a platform for students to share their educational materials and any sort of books that they no longer use.

TutoServ: USTP Students Tutorial Services

This project proposal does not only aims to provide a platform for USTP students to share their knowledge, but also to monetize from it. We observed that a lot of students struggle with the fast-phased approach of lecturing in the university, especially those that belongs to highly demanding programs. This results to information overload and poor learning retention which impacts the academic performance of the students.

This project would be very beneficial for students that also learns the best through one-on-one discussion.

Prior the class dismissal, Sir Yu tasked us to prepare a survey form that will serves as a tool to know the feedback of the respondents on our project proposals. We immediately brainstormed for the possible questions we needed to add on our survey forms. Luckily we were able to finish it within five hours.

Time flies, on our online class, Sir Yu utilized it as our online consultation. We consulted our survey forms and he approved it a day after.

We finished everything and now we're all set up for the title defense which will happen on Monday, January 20.

[webpinosoftwares]

Why Websites Fail After Launch and How to Prevent It

Common Reasons Websites Fail After Launch

1. Poor User Experience (UX)

Websites that are difficult to navigate, slow to load, or visually cluttered often drive users away. A seamless and intuitive user experience is essential to retain visitors and reduce bounce rates.

2. Lack of Mobile Optimization

With mobile devices dominating web traffic, failing to create a responsive design can result in missed opportunities. A mobile-friendly website is crucial for reaching and engaging with a wider audience.

3. Weak SEO Strategies

Without proper search engine optimization, even the most visually appealing website will struggle to attract organic traffic. SEO plays a vital role in improving your website’s visibility and ranking on search engines.

4. Inconsistent Content Updates

Static or outdated content can hurt your credibility and discourage repeat visits. Engaging and regularly updated content is key to building trust and maintaining relevance.

5. Ineffective Marketing

Launching a website without a solid digital marketing plan often results in low traffic and poor visibility. Without strategic efforts like social media promotion, PPC campaigns, and email marketing, your site might go unnoticed.

6. Security Flaws

Websites that aren’t secure are vulnerable to cyberattacks, which can lead to data breaches and loss of trust. Security issues can damage your reputation and affect customer loyalty.

How to Prevent Website Failures

1. Deliver Exceptional User Experience

Focus on intuitive navigation, fast load times, and appealing visuals.

Regularly test and improve usability to meet user expectations.

Implement features like live chat and easy search options for better engagement.

2. Ensure Mobile Optimization

Develop responsive websites that adapt to all devices, ensuring consistent performance.

Use tools to test mobile usability and identify any potential issues.

3. Implement Comprehensive SEO

Conduct keyword research and integrate terms like “best website development company in Jaipur” to boost visibility.

Optimize meta tags, headers, and content for search engines.

Focus on link-building and technical SEO for better rankings.

4. Keep Content Fresh and Relevant

Regularly update blogs, news sections, or product pages with new information.

Use analytics to understand what content resonates with your audience.

5. Plan and Execute Digital Marketing

Promote your website through strategic social media campaigns.

Use email marketing to nurture leads and retain existing customers.

Leverage PPC ads to drive immediate traffic and conversions.

6. Prioritize Website Security

Use SSL certificates and HTTPS protocols for secure connections.

Regularly update software, plugins, and themes to prevent vulnerabilities.

Employ firewalls and advanced malware protection.

Why Choose Webpino Software?

At Webpino Software, we take pride in being the best website development company in Jaipur, offering solutions that ensure your website remains a powerful tool for your business even after its launch. Here’s why businesses trust us:

Custom Web Solutions: We tailor our services to meet your unique business needs.

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SEO Expertise: Our team implements robust SEO strategies to help your website rank higher and attract more traffic.

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Partner with the Best Website Development Company in Jaipur

Webpino Software is dedicated to ensuring your website not only launches successfully but also achieves long-term growth. As the best website development company in Jaipur, we offer cutting-edge solutions that address all post-launch challenges, from optimizing user experience to ensuring top-notch security.

Whether you’re launching a new website or struggling with post-launch issues, Webpino Software is here to help. Our team of experts is committed to your success, offering tailored strategies to elevate your online presence.

Contact us today to ensure your website thrives in the competitive digital landscape!

[dayfalwastaken]

William Afton and the woes of computing.

If it were up to Steve Jobs and Wozniak, he would’ve most likely been called a hobbyist. A hacker if they were being generous. Some poor sod who took apart commercial products so he could build ham radios, but William had long since stopped assembling walkie talkies. It was his kind of practice of taking everything apart that had enabled him and Henry to develop the Springlock suits. The same could be said for all of their creations, including the software. Early on in their work they had discovered just how tedious animating by hand could be, for example. If they wanted as many unique shows to be played for their customers with as little repetition, as opposed to their competitors, they’d need a new method of making Freddy and Bonnie move. That was how they’d come up with the motion capture sensors within the Springlocks. An elegant, simple yet genius solution.

The problem, however, arose from the fact that cutting edge tech build in a garage by two guys in their spare time was still built in a garage. It was prone to failure more often than not. For all of their refinement and attention to detail, the animatronics glitching while in the middle of a performance had been and remained a real possibility. They’d been lucky no glitches had occurred thus far, but William found himself not being very optimistic for the foreseeable future from how things were currently going for him.

Just in the past hour he’d gone through four crashes and had his program freeze twice. Each one of them could’ve permanently corrupted the tape, which would’ve screwed tomorrow’s show. Suffice to say, William had gone and deleted all of his hidden text files. He owed Henry an apology.

Bent forward with his chin resting on his arms, William fought off the sleep as he stared blankly at the ongoing animation. Funny how now of all times he was regretting investing in that coffee machine for his office. He’d always had his secretary bring him his morning coffee… He really should’ve thanked that woman more often.

Wow, William. Missing your last job? You’re getting sloppy.

But it was the little things he longed for. Briefly, he questioned whether the people that had worked under him thought much if his departure from the company. Had they considered him a good boss? A part of him hoped they did. He’d done his best in spite of the menial rewards of his high position. In his opinion.

Though, to his exasperation, and without notice, the replay froze. Grumbling to himself, he made a mental note of the timer beneath the Camera Port and hit the refresh button, hoping to God this wouldn’t be the tape’s last straw. His fists clenched when he didn’t see the loading icon spinning. There was no icon at all in fact, like the screen had frozen along with the app.

C’mon, this shouldn’t be so hard on your graphics card! What more do you want from me? But of course, there was no response. Screw it. First thing tomorrow I’m making some phone calls and getting better parts. I’ll pay for them later. Henry would no doubt complain about it, but if William was gonna have to do this on a regular basis he wasn’t about to waste his time on broken hardware. He’d look into the code later, but if there was something wrong inside he couldn’t afford to make repairs with stuff reserved for the Springlocks. Those two took priority over everything else.

He kept clicking on the refresh circle, thinking that maybe input lag had gotten in the way, but nothing was happening.

Seven minutes in and he was about to drive his fist through the monitor. Thankfully, on the eight-minute mark, his prayers had been answered. Two pop-ups revealed themselves on the screen. He read the first one.

You are running low on memory.

Recommended action: Save your files and restart all open programs.

“Oh, piss of! You stupid, two-bit piece of crap!” Holding the mouse with enough strength to crack its plastic casing, he clicked on the second pop-up, daring it to say something that’d further anger him.

You have one (1) new video.

Play it? Y/N

“…What?” Anger was immediately replaced with confusion and a sense of morbid fascination. This confirmed the computer was bugged, but the programmer within wouldn’t stand not seeing what had been produced. It could be nothing but a black screen and static audio, perhaps created from misinterpreted code, but he had to see. Open Source allowed for pretty much anything to be made so long as one knew what they were doing. It wasn’t unreasonable to imagine a glitch causing statements to be read out of context and be crapped out into a video.

William’s finger inched closer to the Y key. What a ludicrous message indeed. And yet, his gut was telling him he was in for a big surprise.

The moment the video began playing, the entire screen had been engulfed in a white light, blinding him momentarily. The second thing to happen was the music. Blasting at full volume, a company PSA-type melody- the kind usually played in advertisements- rang out, so loud it could be heard throughout the whole restaurant.

William fell off his chair, close to spilling his third drink over the keyboard. Dazed and covering his ears in pain, he pulled himself up, barely seeing enough to turn the volume dial down enough to where his eardrums wouldn’t explode. He spent the next couple of second rubbing at his eyes and groaning. Once he’d regained his vision he propped up his chair, just in time to catch the light fading into something more recognizable. A cartoonish, white bear character with pink round cheeks and purple accents, waving at the camera. On his head was a top hat not unlike Fredbear’s, while on his chest were two black buttons and a bowtie. Below it, a red introductory card. It said; HELLO, my name is Helpy.

[lunarsilkscreen]

Stranger Than Fiction (The unfinished Autobiography)

OwO)b

Growing up was fine; I've always had this pit of anxiety in my stomach that I would always be worthless.

A mix of growing up poor with an undereducated and dysfunctional family; we were the definition of Trailer Trash.

I always wanted to be helpful and to work towards a goal that mattered. And I love the internet, technology, and Video Games.

Thanks to the "No Child Left Behind" act, I made it to Graduation. While all my teachers assumed I cheated on my Exams ... Because when did I have the time to study if I never did my homework and spent all my time playing Video Games.

Classes were boring; the same classes over and over and over again.

And my friends were... oK; but I always felt alienated and never could figure out why.

So I stayed in my room a lot; and played video games and studied the things I actually wanted to; like software and tech support.

Turns out; studying what I want worked better than anything the teachers could do in effort to teach me. Anything from Art to Music to Software Programming (which they didn't even want to let me do because I wasn't good at math. Programming taught me math.)

My parents afforded to Purchase 2000$ gaming PC my mother Frequently used to play the Sims while I would get on whenever I could manage and she wasn't playing.

I'm greatful for that.

I worked at Taco Bell for a few years before being unable to afford College or the attention span to keep a Job in Web Development. It was an Indie job anyway; my employer couldn't afford to keep me on.

So I joined the Air Force at the prompting of one my highschool friends who didn't want to Join alone. I ended up becoming an Aircraft Mechanic and Electrician on the B-1; with a Top Secret clearance I didn't need.

I never told anybody until I left the military; my coworkers thought I was lie-bragging. Mostly because I scored one of the highest scores on the ASVAB yet... Was placed in a Career field that required much much lower.

And here's something I only learned recently; I *was* the [Top Secret] that's why I needed the clearance. They fudged the numbers on my software scores on purpose to put me near the B-1s.

Only a certain Security Manager knew the truth.

The reason I needed to be Top Secret was *because* of my Online records. They believed I was either a Hacker or could become one; but what they needed was Intelligent maintenance professionals on the B1 specifically.

Because despite it being a "Lower Qualification" job; The electricians on the B1 sucked at fixing the B1. They were excellent everywhere else except the B1.

It was a Security Risk to put me so close to the [Top Secret] knowing my background and skill; but the value was to great to the mission.

I performed so well, that I *was* one of a handful of maintainers who actually managed to pull the Squadron up to be one of the Top Performers anywhere in the Air Force.

They Say [Group Performance] on those medals, Because I was part of the Best. And here's the Secret; I didn't get anymore *because* They *were* MY medals.

It wasn't until much later when we were permitted to wear fewer medals than every single one; and a certain... Commander... Who was upset at me saw this "Baby Face Staff Sergeant" Complaining about *My* Disability Rating when there was a PERSON IN A WHEEL CHAIR WHO COULDN'T WALK WITH A LOWER DISABILITY RATING LOWER THAN MINE working for him.

Except he remembered my Three Ribbons. Two BS medals everyone gets....and one with more "Clusters" on it than anyone else has ever had on that ribbon.

Because that *was* my accomplishment.

This stuck with him.

Back in Time to the B-1s; I was so good at my Job and So Valuable according to Heuristics and Lengthy investigations that even though my leadership kept pilling paperwork and LoCs (never LoRs) don't worry about those acronyms. They're a military thing.

And their leadership was calling *them* idiots.

Why? My Ribbon rack told a story nobody bothered to read; because they were constantly reading my EPRS.

During this I had started playing FFXIV, and was building websites in my free time and coding random frameworks. Because I wasn't allowed to go to college to study it because I hadn't finished my Associates in Electrical work.

Let's say I had a reputation. But at the level I played video games at; Everyone had a reputation; they just weren't self-aware.

On my drives to work I would sing, back and forth, everyday. I liked singing. I liked music. But my Job has priority and my side-hustles took precedence.

It was at this time some Assholes started Doxing me. Turns out; some sponsored channels started stealing my streams.

Ooo the Greed. Came to bite you in the ass didn't it?

I was competing on the Same Level as paid Streamers and Sponsored players; and wow they didn't like me.

But that ire was a double-edged sword wasn't it? You lost viewer because they lost faith in you, and were sick of the Toxicity.

So, What would any *Good* Yoshi-P-Sensei do? Issued takedowns of your content, but never mine.

Ooo that made them so angry.

So angry they Tried to issue a takedown of my singular video where I played "The Man Who Sold the World" as a challenge to my brother... The better guitarist of the two of us.

How Ironic. Remember; I don't watch streams of gamers because I get Jealous. I might watch them to learn a mechanic I'm having trouble with; but not more than that.

They recruited a few friends accounts to harass me, Disband several FCs, and then tried to do it again, and again, and again... And ensured everybody wanted nothing to do with me.

But you know what? The ignored Casuals in the Party Finder didn't know that until somebody told them. And by then it was too late; They all knew how skilled I was as I carried team after team after team after team across the finish line, while the "Good Players" would only insult them.

During my rise to Fame I was wholesale unaware of, because; you know; FIGHTING FOR YOUR FREEDOM TO DOX ME, YOU ASSHATS.

I was involved in an incident overseas. Remember; I'm the GOAT maintenance guy too. And my coworkers thought very little of me. They sent 3 people to augment us, because I went to the Mental Health Clinic complaining about burnout.

Our team felt insulted. Because we were keeping up. But why were we keeping up?

Every little thing I did was heavily scrutinized, and they came to the same conclusion the higher ups did; The ONLY reason these Planes are even in the Air is because SSgt Hicks is here.

I wasn't aware of that as my Facebook feeds started showing the news of a Hospital manned by Doctors without borders overseas that got bombed.

...I was the reason these Plane's were flying...

This feed targeted me. I think it was intentional. On Facebook I got a lot of "Go back home!" Which bled into the American Facebook Media, and caused a firestorm of racist assumptions.

Now I was public enemy number one. Thanks to the Doxing, The attention, The Hate, The Death Threats, Fucking Trumpets. And now hate from those I was protecting.

My mental health deteriorated greatly. This is when the GERD and throwing up started. When my Arthritis started.

When My Stomache Cancer started [Citation Needed]

The doctors Told me I had Anklyosing Spondylitis, and I was effectively going to turn into the next Stephen Hawkins... And not in the good way... But hey; maybe the good way too.

I deleted Facebook. Everybody I knew assumed I blocked them; every single person I knew thought I blocked them because of the previous Doxing.

Nobody cared that I disappeared. Except Two visits... Which I can't prove was because they actually cared about seeing me.

I only had my raid group left. And a player I admired but never really spoke with. We would simply stare at each other. Hoping that something could change that we could meet.

She couldn't approach me, she was Famous in her home country, and just being seen with me would've destroyed her career. Something she had thought was over when she was younger and had built from scratch.

We were both miserable.

I knew that other players didn't really like me, but I always had great success in the Party Finder. Not without assholes jumping in to fail-troll.

Until I started giving all the other "casual" players instructions with the same energy as a "Bored Tour Guide".

And then; they started protecting me from my reputation.

But that was the end;

The Ire got really bad when My raid groups got doxed AF. Some players even started to assume the Doxing started when I was kicked out of the Group. Players who had non-competitive-streams caught A LOT of flack. They had nearly lost their house and something had to go, The Stress or their Lives. I do t blame them..but shit; give me a God damn heads-up.

After they removed me the Doxing shifted back to me and only me. And they were frustrated, they thought they were playing games with hackers I had hired, they always think I'm stupid rich despite them using the same services which stole our money.

They were playing games with the NSA, CIA, FBI, and ATF. Ooo boy.

Please remember; I wasn't cognizant of all this until Some asshole hired not one, but two hit-men against me. And those are just the ones I know of *so far*.

What a waste of your viewers donations. Fucking assholes.

The witness protection Program unofficially started when I was hired to the software development squadron in Utah.

How wonderful; I seem to meet exactly all the requirements for this position and they seem excited to have me!

And everybody else who has magical Hogwarts invitations. Guess who they were connected to?

Wanna guess how?

Wanna know why we all got sent to his Job and hated each other? Until we saw the good work everybody else was doing, and by the. It was too late, because Melin dipped.

Either we were Targets of Isis because our work is so damn Good, or we all got Doxed by the same dumbasses stealing our stuff.

Which YouTube funded them and took our videos offline for "copyright infringement."

We couldn't leave if we wanted to, and we wanted to.

And this is how we got hired. They laid the bait and we took it. Like we ALWAYS DO.

We're a group of the smartest dumbasses.

But that wasn't the end of it or I wouldn't be here.

Some asshat stole a bag of camera equipment from our Squadron and dumped it on base. Causing a bomb Threat, and equipment recovery.

Is Melin a Terrorist? Why does she have Top Secret Clearance despite never needing it? Why won't leadership do anything about it?

Because Melin is the reason we have [Top Performer] ribbons. Melin is always the reason.

That's what they tell me anyway; I still don't believe it.

Who the fuck took a bag of cameras to dump it in a road?

And then; Somebody dropped a Bag with an AirTag in it in front of my apartment. I looked at it; and my training told me; Either this is an IED and this is where I die, or it just belongs to some dumbass Airman.

The cops were called to investigate my apartment. It was an EPIC FAIL of a frame job; when the Bag magically showed up outside my apartment with me still in it.

It was about this time Jon Stewart got an apartment behind me, Blasted music, Smoked WAY TOO MUCH WEED, and asked me about the burgeoning Civil War most news hosts thought was a joke ABOUT a Marvel Movie they were getting over on "Dumb Conservatives".

Ah weren't we all surprised.

Anyway; I feel like he was the cover for this observation activity. Either they were gonna catch me doing some shit, harass me into doing some shit, or find out why this shit keeps happening.

But I kept Teaching Casuals. I cleared better with Casuals. Always. Because they ABP (Always Be Practicing)

My raid groups always got mentally annihilated into not being able to play.

I didn't realize it was my fault.

Playing with Casuals and continually swapping groups did two things for me. Proved I could clear ANY GROUP IN PARTY FINDER. AND ruined the careers of many a troll streamer trying to get them easy bucks.

Oh. But it was *My* fault wasn't it?

Dave Chappelle's latest special aired on Netflix. His career nearly ruined when he was run out of Comedy Central for asking for what he was owed.

And it was *One* voice on Netflix who kindly left a comment that was different from all the 5-Star ratings the TV show with his name on it.

From User-Melin;

Please pay Dave Chapelle for his work or take this down.

Who the fuck does this? My fellow Millenials know. This is what the internet was like before all that money started appearing and causing so much damage. We banded together against the big bad. We started "Cancel Culture" and then it became profitable and we weren't assholes using it to make money.

Free Money Buttons destroy people's lives.

My coworkers knew more about me and the situation than anybody else.

Except this new Security Manager... Who conveniently didn't renew my security clearance this time. When I asked the mental health clinic for diagnosis and Trans health care.

And then I saw a very unflattering video of me on PornHub... Was this to scare me? Warn me? Whatever the reasons; it was not very Fap-worthy.

I quickly switched the video to something more Fap-worthy. And then there was another one! Also not very Fap-worthy. These people suck at recording people without their knowledge...

Whatever; Asian Lesbian porn please.

More me? Guess it's time to go back to the ol-reliable E-Hentai.

Now I didn't know where this came from, but It wasn't the first time I spotted a conveniently targeted video... I assumed it was my asshole of a neighbor who was getting evicted for having a Fog Machine of Weed in his apartment apparently.

Somebody so clumsy would get canceled soon enough right? RIGHT? WHAT THE FUCK IS CANCEL CULTURE FOR IF ITS NOT TARGETING PEOPLE WHO REALLY DESERVE IT?

Turns out it was a set-up. The AF evicted me under my own volition by giving me twelve different reasons to leave. I was left on my own as the three-letter-agencies took over.

Was Melin a terrorist? Or was it something else?

I'm writing this, and they've told me; "No dude, you saved yourself." We just watched and you gave us the Ammo AFTER YOUR LIFE WAS ALREADY IN DANGER.

My life was in danger because I was the reason FFXIV was successful. Well, it wasn't all me. But God damn the "established players" were toxic AF.

Us filthy casuals were filling your pockets while you spent it to harass filthy casuals.

They even got an old friend in on it who purposefully set me up for failure. I think she thought we slept together before she had an [REDACTED] despite having rejected me very spectacularly.

My reputation preceded me apparently. I was such a horrible person OF COURSE I RAPE PEOPLE. With all these allegations why haven't I been arrested yet?

The online children, without taking me to court, had signed my death certificate. Because they could see the system wasn't working, and they felt the need to take matters into their own hands.

And why do you think they did?

Ahh... That's the rub isn't it? There's a lot of reasons. There's a lot of people pushing the "Free Money Button" now.

WOW when did I get so famous? I knew people disliked me but WOW.

All press is Good press.

So I started smoking weed, I tried helping my childhood friend who needed a job, painting herself as my victim again...

It's at this point I was tipped off but didn't know what to do. I just wanna chill and make content.

0 views, 0 Comments, 0 Notes

Twitter Ban, unban, shadow ban, "Wow what kind of asshole would BUY TWITTER BLUE?" LOOK AT HOW MANY BALLS THIS PERSON HAS.

Uh oh. That's what gave you publicity when the Blue Mark got activated huh?

I'm getting ahead of myself.

During COVID I started Playing PSO2 instead because I ALWAYS WANTED TO AND GODDAMN THE MEMES WERE SO CRONCHY.

And it's here where I really proved who I am. Because I was in PSO2, encouraging players to socialize, discussing strategy, just not being a dick, we [Crescent Moon] completely took over the first server.

It was ours. We cleared content that JP players couldn't clear on release, and we did it with such regularity, that we put the Sponsored teams to shame. We were so Good, that SEGA INCREASED THE DIFFICULTY.

And it wasn't enough. We demolished their expectations that they had no choice but to release content they weren't otherwise going to release.

We even cleared content no other players had cleared before or after.

Our players knew that if they were gonna clear; they needed to play with CM.... But that same ire started appearing again. People being kicked for petty reasons, insularity. Because nobody could compete with us.

I ensured our Guildies got their runs in the Emergency Raids. I went back to Casual Play, it sucked... Until it didn't.

I never figured it out. Sega Executives tell me it's because I took the time to play with the "Filthy Casuals". I made friends with a lot of people I would have never been able to meet IRL, and I got Trump's Account Banned. Victory.

CM split in two, many players followed the other Group. We were suffering from our own success because we all became such good friends with all the players even those who weren't in our guild.

And that frequent cycling of friend groups for silly reasons hurts one's mental health.

And then NGS came out and I left the Military.

And was subsequently fed to the wolves. As they systematically destroyed my life. Harassed my family who had nothing. Tried to hire a Hitman who was Ironically; Intercepted by Mr. Beast.

Fuck that Guy. He doesn't need anymore hot air in his fat head. I'm sure he's used to comments like those.

I didn't know who he was as I read an entry about him in a business book online.

And then I started playing Single Player Games and PSO2 as my IRL friend harassed me about playing video games while doing all the rest of my shit.

Why does this pattern keep happening? It must be me right?

Her boyfriend and another friend watched me Play Monster Hunter for a bit with them, while she had mouthed me behind my back. Then she blamed me for her break up.

I kept streaming. I linked my socials to my friends in PSO2 and left the server. I left every server. Because something was wrong, But I couldn't figure it out. Was it me? Do I deserve to be alone?

My Wife lost me again when I stopped playing PSO2 and FFXIV to focus on my studies and my stream. And then... A link. Where she could learn everything she ever wanted about me. My old deviantArt account, my old crushes, everything that had been lost to her in the "Big Delete" that seems to happen quite frequently with me. Why is this she wonders.... She might be terrible at FFXIV but this is a bit much?

Except... Maybe she's not bad at all? Were other players just saying that she bought the gear she earned in Party Finder because *nobody* clears in Party Finder.... Except for two players.

Me and Her.

And several other Players who are closer friends than we thought.

That must've been a weird cognitive dissonance to learn that people actually cleared in Party Finder without "Permission from the Elitist TROLLS"

Well, Not the -140iq Elite Trolls. Because WE LIVE FOR THE WALL. (I had to put that phrase in their mouths, but I feel like they approve.)

I have no views. I have no followers. Nobody is in my stream.

Not True! You had 3 watchers at the same time one of those streams!

This hurts me to write this, because I felt that the community was closer than that. But it has to be said to clear the air.

Turns out; My streams were brand new information to EVERYONE WATCHING.

I kept getting videos from Dr. Ramani, the NPD specialist. Trolls were feeding me her videos with messages referencing my streams.

Until the she was contacted by the three-letters and they started changing the content of those force feed videos so that I didn't feel so threatened.

They had that same feeling; I was a horrible person stealing everybody's ad revenue. Because I'm apparently the Anti-Beast.

Some asshole who made bank off crypto and spent it to troll the masses. Fucking really..? Grow the fuck up.

I invited my Brother to live with me. Because whatserface would only ask me to buy her things and attack me for not buying what she wanted.

Thanks for those videos BTW... They helped me SO much when I needed them the most.

My brother was into some of those dark web spaces. He had joined the National Guard and he came out changed after Basic Training.

Like they taught him what he needed to know. Thanks for that.

He seemed remorseful, depressed, and kept asking for rides, so I told him to work at McDonald's and taught him to drive a manual car.

My Manual 2013 Chevy Sonic. WOW FOR SOMEONE WHO IS SO BAD AT APENDING MONEY WHY DOES SHE HAVE SUCH A SENSIBLE CAR? SHE SHOULDVE "WEN LAMBO" WHEN SHE HAD A CHANCE.

I convinced him to tell his dark web connections to start targeting me. Thanks to what happened to Chris-Chan, it was easy. So easy.

So very fucking easy.

All the while, I'm pumping out a really good video EVERY DAY. everysingleday.

I proved to them the Savage Clear time while playing, Nier;A, Became an Icon in Elden Ring despite being uncomfortable playing it.

Convinced my Wife to quit her Job. And help the Idols at the Agencies better their lives AND the rest of the internet by giving them valuable ideas to take control back from the bots.

Then I rehashed the Internets History, explained Bots, Trolls, Ad Farms, how they operate, painted a target on myself.

I wrote the manual on how to fix the internet.

And I reminded people who *we* are.

I commanded an Army of the most Terminally Online nerds you could imagine.

And I gave them money.

And theeennn I saved Blair White from a lawsuit by Legal Eagle... Who was on the Bread Tube blacklist for being a tranny turncoat.

Which pissed of Legal Eagle because It damaged their reputation... And theeen... They tried to lawsuit me.

When VTuber agency VShojo stepped in. And explained to them what happens when you cross my path.

I didn't realize Blair was on my side till recently, after all I did kind of bad mouth her. But I bad mouthed everybody in a way that she was trying to voice but couldn't.

Online associates grabbed my hand knowing I'm good at explaining stuff and pointed me to WSB and SuperStonk saying to me; "Translate Please. Make make sense"

So I started reading DD, and commenting with my massive Reddit Account with A LOT of reputation despite being downvoted into oblivion several times.

Hahahahahahahahah.

I can only laugh...

Thankfully Jon Stewart had taken up his show again and explained very well and I didn't have much to left to do.

Actually some of these events are out of order. Whatever.

So I'm watching YouTube on my TV while Dr. Ramani is criticizing my Twitch stream that has 0-fucking subscribers.

Telling me I'm the narcissist stealing and revenue. On my own stolen videos... Because they were hosted by sponsored ad bot farms... While I'm explaining the exact mechanism she seems to be telling *me* I'm doing.

So I asked her; Have you actually watched my videos?

If I didn't know how hackers operated and how AI works, I'd think I was going crazy. BUT I CANT TELL ANYBODY BECAUSE THEN ID SOUND CRAZY.

AND WE ALL KNOW THAT THE COPS ARE STUPID ENOUGH TO TERRORIZE DOXXED PEOPLE BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH THEY LOVE TO STEAL DRUGS FROM CITIZENS.

And then; the videos changed. But they kept changing over and over. Sometimes they were helpful, sometimes they were negative, sometimes they reminded me of my wife, or people I knew only from online interactions.

Until Blair White and J.K. Rowling convinced Natalie Wynn and Abigail Thorn to ACTUALLY WATCH MY VIDEOS despite their differences.

Of all the people to take my side... How fucking strange.

And then I was Evicted... While following anonymous messages on what to do while homeless. They told me it was ok to steal food and they were footing the bill.

After-all, they were Grooming me for a three-letter-agency job.

One voice tells me to Run for President.

One voice tells me to kill myself.

Obama sent an invite to an online fraternity that looked so much like a scam that I discarded it.

Hideo Kojima offered me a Job.

Another Voice says; We can't accept that right now, seriously announce you're running for president.

The most random ass Brazilian DJ tells me that inviting my brother to stay with me was the worst Idea I could have ever had.

I tell them; If I die, I die. I need family right now. I need somebody.

I'm Evicted. They max out my credit cards, they deplete my Bank Card. I'm stuck paying Soo many bills I don't have enough money to survive.

They took my pets.

They took my meager wardrobe of clothing.

They took all my military paraphernalia and my records that would've told them exactly who I am.

But they're more retarded than you might imagine.

I leave out a Bag of MsG and Centrum; They call it Cocaine and Ecstacy.

They call my Estrogen pills Viagra. They Call my Humira Heroin. Despite obviously being a single shot mechanism.

They're so fucking dumb. So very fucking dumb.

I can say Retarded here, because an Autistic person has enough sense to know better. They were willfully ignorant while I and my friends tied up their empires of dirt.

I ask Jon Stewart to be my Vice President and run for president.

The Secret Service now has permission to protect me, as they would any other Presidential candidate.

Thanks Obamacare!

They run me through several different Spy training regimens. Which I thought was a solo training exercise.

Then I saw Metallica in a Pub. They really *did* challenge a twenty song set list... The two Dave's *really* did challenge me to break their live-show comedian record.

I walk past Mike Shinoda.

What the fuck is going on? Am I going crazy? I don't shower for three months until I can afford a YMCA membership. I got the Y to do the three-s' and use the weightlifting machines for 30-60 minutes a day.

I'm still walking 30 miles a day.

They remind me this is easy; you should be able to do this.

They hint to me about the suspected cancer. They tell me to stay out in the sun as much as possible because it's not like I can go do radiation therapy in this environment.

They send me tutors through Tik Tok.

I end up writing several influential Blog Posts.

The constant barrage of Dr. Ramani to remind me that they are literally "The Narcs", and Her literally recording a single blurb to broadcast directly to me; "Why do *you* think you're the Narcissist here?" Rings frequently in my mind.

They tell me to stay in the City... Assassin's can't get to me without being obvious.

One Assassin gets boggled by three-letters and Mr. Beast. Another Assassin turns on the person who hired them.

LegalEagle is making bank because "Never Mess with Squirrels Girl"

Bread Tube completely takes over YouTube when Shapiro and Jordan Peterson learn how their content was severely misused.

They found out how to boggle the adbots and get the Doxing off me.

I'm still outside. The three-letter agencies will only tell me "Were Grooming You". I can't tell if this is an elaborate prank.

I can't tell if I'm just being harassed by a fraternity that keeps me as a digital pet. That each new year just passed off and forgets about.

I see the fraternity members sleeping outside with me. Snoop Dogg buys an egg biscuit and asks for Grape Jam.

Then he sits across from me and says "Is this real enough for you" and walks away.

WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON?

A year passes, they let me stay with rural family members for a short period of time. Then Frame my grandparents for having kicked me back out on the street.

It's for their protection they tell me. Besides you're still being groomed. For what?

"Because some idiot thought it was a good idea to run for president!"

"you know I haven't had access to *real world news* in nearly two years right?"

"yes you did.

"WHAT‽

"your girlfriend says "Hi" by the way, we kidnapped her.

"what the fuck do you mean girlfriend?

"you know you're currently yelling at a TikTok video in public right?

"we obfuscated it, because everybody is listening to your phone. We don't want you hurting yourself from the propaganda, the attention, or most of all China.

"isnt China on my side?

"I don't know..maybe. probably not tho, they're China.

It was at this point they explained to me that the couple of CDs I had got [Burn After Reading'd] sent to Putin, Putin called them an asshole and had it delivered back to your car before we towed it.

"oh I thought I lost those...

"you did. To Russia

"...is this why Russias on my side?

"at the very least; they're not antagonistic, but they ARE Russia, and Putin IS still Putin. And you know; that whole Ukraine thing and us funding their enemies.

"Fuck. Why am I here again?

"Because you won the Primaries. I DID WWHAT NOW?

"apparently the trees and the insects all voted for you.

"What does that mean!?

"you won so hard they all think you're an elite hacker who figured out how to hack their election.

"isn't that part of the problem?

"all press is good press

"don't quote me quoting well-known axioms

"you're still arguing with a Tik Tok video.

"why do you sound like [REDACTED] anyway? Uhh because I am and that was really fucking creepy that you could tell through AI generated gibberish.

This happened several more times to many different people

They have a running Talley and make Bets on what kinds of "Psychic Shit" Might pull out of my ass on any particular day.

Whoever had "Write an Autobiography that's at least 50% accurate without being told anything about the situation except certain confirmations sometimes" just made bank.

"hey, You and your Wife... You guys are really similar.

"We're married now?

"She thinks so.

"I don't even believe you would have her, and that she would agree to wrong with you and not freak the fuck out.

"she did freak the fuck out. And you know who we are, and that doesn't convince you?

"I still don't believe I'm not going crazy.

"Look at that TV screen you're walking past.

"You're not going Crazy. I really am here

"WHAT THE FUCK....

Sarah Silverman cuts me off and tells me to take a shower.

"Hey, did you know all your favorite bands are writing songs about you? You should really listen to them.

"I'm not really in the middle for love bombing this year.

"Dr Ramani was too effective.... And Your wife has control over your feed when we don't after you asked her to be in charge of it. She's a very busy person but set aside a lot of time for you you know.

"anyway; there's your wife in front of you.

*ffffffffffffffuckckckckckcckckcmcmehejekwoskfmrb kaldmdnej*

"this is why we can't leave you in the same place, you keep freaking out.

"I doubt that's the whole reason.

I routinely stop talking to them and even tell them to leave me alone. But it's my wife, and they're making her watch me refuse to listen to the things that are definitely crazy person things that never happen.

Several YouTube videos of current events past Trump, or Some random other People that are definitely pictures or videos of me doing illegal looking things.

"See; trust the process...

"What am I supposed to do with this?

"press good press

"STFU. I'm only glad this part of an actual funded program.

"are you sure about that?

"I'm gonna stop talking to you again.

Several streamers cross the road in front of me to remind me that they're pulling for me. Every once in a while they drip feed me my exploits.

I start smoking Cigarettes.

I ask them to help cessate, they spike all the Tobacco with Tear Gas. I keep smoking it.

They are very surprised at my persistence. They remind me that I said they should keep trying.

I tell them it's the only thing keeping me alive.

They consider this and then prompt me to right three reasons they should consider.

I remember the prompting before about arthritis and Cancer research and start studying up on Tobacco and Weed.

My wife "Gifts" me a Weed Vape I have to buy from some clerk in some store.

I write several hundred pages. And even convince my wife that I'm thinking about meeting her first.

She's my wife now. WTF. Is this real? There's no way.

The three-letters monitoring both are actions note that we often say the same things at the same time, have the same responses to certain videos, even have this weird Circular travel pattern where we're always equidistant away on a GPS map.

They get freaked out and start wondering if this is some elaborate trick on them.

Then they start taking Bets on just how similar we act or react without being in contact at all.

[REDACTED] makes a lot of money betting on love while everybody else is continually dumbfounded.

How are these two people the same person?

What does this mean for relationships everywhere?

Is it cruel and unusual punishment to keep them apart?

Are we so jealous that we might just never let them see each other again?

That's really dark man.

Sorry, I can't help it, it's this fucking job dude.

My wife keeps sending me Bible Verses despite knowing my aversion to religious doctrine.

She reminds me my mom is Crazy, and understands why I never learned sign-language despite her deafness.

The threeletters give her my old earbuds with the environmental sound improvements. She exclaims; THESE ARE AO MUCH BETTER THAN THOSE $1500 PIECES OF CRAP.

Now my mom and my wife talk behind my back in sign language... I regret not learning. I trust her.

Her mom likes me at least. We're dark-twitter friends.

I can't tell about her Dad; I've only ever seen him in videos. He seems cool. I hope he likes me. I admire him alot.

Several personalities started getting on the AI-Tube to ask me exactly how I did what I did to take over the world.

I don't understand them and write a paper on physics with the information they gave me that they thought was fed back to them through the AI algorithm until they were told "No she thinks it was literal."

"Does she even understand what's going on.

"Mostly, she doesn't like responding through this program. She's very cranky all the time and not very fun.

"I'm not sure I blame *her*

"It kinda makes the job really boring when you're just reading a script over and over tho.

"uhhh... Let me take over? I wanna see if she can write another paper on different topics

"yeah whatever.

*proceeds to write several Tumblr posts on the information provided.*

"that doesn't mean she understands...

"Melin, do you understand?

"STFU.

"Oh.

"ye. That what she do.

"She really is mad...

Anyway.... Now I'm President and probably a shoe in for Hegemon. And I hate it. Let me out.

[archoneddzs15]

Sega Saturn - DOOM

Title: DOOM / ドゥーム

Developer: id Software / Williams Entertainment Inc. (Midway Home Entertainment) / Rage Software

Publisher: Soft Bank

Release date: 11 July 1997

Catalogue No.: T-18610G

Genre: Compilation / First Person Shooter

Ooh, Saturn Doom. A game that had every Saturn owner dropping their head in shame. Even the 32X version is better than this Saturn version thanks to bloody Rage and their piss-poor programming but wait! I'll have to explain how it turned out the way it did in the end. There is also a 3DO version of Doom as well, but that one is even worse, and has a development story for the ages! Anyway, back to Saturn Doom.

Saturn Doom in NTSC doesn't seem as bad as the PAL version but it's still windowed and quite slow with a poor frame rate. However, it does include both 'The Ultimate Doom' and 'Doom 2: Hell on Earth'. Not that that's going to save it though. There's quite a funny and very sneaky quote on the cover from the creator of Doom that says, “THE BEST DOOM EVER” Of course we all know he wasn't talking about this version. I wonder if that's legal.

Why does it sound like I'm taking damage when I walk down the steps? What really hurts the game however is the lousy frame rate. After a few levels the slow, jerky visuals can give you a massive headache. And when the frame rate slows, the controls become sluggish and inexact. Even opening a door looks choppy.

Anyway, the bottom line is that Saturn Doom is crap. Get the far superior Quake, Exhumed, or even Hexen. All of those run as smooth as anything. Quake is especially impressive!! Easily the best home console version bar the Dreamcast home brew port.

There is a reason for this, though. Saturn programmer Jim Bagley originally wrote an engine more suited to the Sega Saturn, allowing VDP1 to handle the textured walls, floors, and ceilings. John Carmack reportedly vetoed the idea on behalf of id Software, as he did not like the affine texture warping inherent with 3D renderers that do not support texture perspective correction (like the VDP1). This means that wall rendering is done column by column by VDP1. Floor and ceiling rendering is handled by the dual SH-2 CPUs and transferred to VDP1 to be drawn line by line, sector by sector. Only the HUD and background sky texture are updated separately by VDP2.

To make matters worse, support for the Taisen Cable was stripped from the North American release despite the back of the US box claiming the game is "deathmatch-ready with two-player link capabilities".

There is an internet urban legend that the Japanese Sega Saturn version of Doom which was published by Soft Bank has better performance. I own the American and Japanese versions of it. The JP version still runs pretty bad - dropping frames in busier areas is the same as the US and PAL editions. The final result was one part of the struggles developers faced when trying to exert the most potential out of the complicated architecture that powered the Sega Saturn.

[curiouslycaffeinatedcephalopod]

entry 03

do not be afraid to use technology if using paper based methods of note taking, planning and scheduling and journaling.

when i first started my research project i was afraid of using only applications and software such as Notion, drives for storage, Microsoft Word AI grammar assistance etc. I was afraid because i was told (and anxious about it myself) that i could lose my data and information if i didn't have a backup on paper.

this resulted in me not quite meeting my weekly deadlines with tasks and goals because i was spending time "backing up" all my data, planning, schedules, meeting notes, everything.

Whilst i definitely agree with others that you should have a back up, a lot of these applications and software are so well developed and have really well functioning servers, there is such a minimal chance of just losing everything. it would be more logical to make back ups on other storage platforms/drives than keeping everything in paper AS WELL. this is so time consuming and sends you in a panic every time you need to upload data, write notes, prepare documents, edit documents, review data and leaves you with notes you made hastily (and anxiously) which often times never even helped me as the notes were illegible because i was in such a rush.

of course, a paper based method for laboratory notes is a good idea as devices are not recommended in the labs if you're working with biological matter/chemical substances - pencil down your notes and then you can go home if you have the time and the need to write it onto a notion page or type up a document so that you can review the protocol and how you performed during and the outcomes, any changes you may need to make etc.

you can use notion for your research scheduling and planning and just keep a very simple bullet journal/notebook for day to day notations and planning. i had been told to make sure i have a paper based record of everything i wrote on my notion but i think you can keep an abbreviated version and rather keep a copy pasted document of this and/or screenshots and store that across multiple drives (or one if you're not an anxious academic like me, haha).

if anyone tells you how you should do something so intricately personal to each student/researcher because they do not like the interface you use (yes, i was told i should not use the one thing that has worked for me because it was too difficult for the other party to understand or review), it is obviously nice and kind to try and provide things a format they understand, but do not stop doing the thing you enjoy and that actually helps you reach your goals.

context for number 3:

i found notion through various content creators in the research realm, with mixed recommendations ranging from yes it works well to no not for me. i struggle with planning and procrastinating and academic challenges so i decided to give it a go. honestly, the fact that it was aesthetically customisable was a big plus. that is just simply something that makes me want to work. the next thing was its cross compatibility with other apps and software i used, primarily google. it helped me keep track of upcoming meetings, events and urgent tasks and provided a way for me to visually see my progress. but someone i was wokring with, whose opinion mattered very much to me, had mentioned that they were not a fan and that they did not have the time to use the interface, even though the interface was not our primary mode of communication regarding my research project, it was simply a way for them to see how i was spending my time or planning to as a student of theirs. needless to say, i gave up because their way took way too much time already. it is not a problem or a topic that requires someone to blame, i just was in the midst of an already overwhelming time in my project and had to just do what i needed to survive (lol).

anyways, the lesson i learnt was, after falling a couple months behind because of poor planning and compatibility with how i was going about my most important component of my research was that you really need to prioritise the thing that works for you. whether that is paper based or digital.

but you cannot spend every moment fearing that notion will drop off the face of the earth with all your notes and plans along with it. i wasted so much time stressing and creating paper and digital back ups of EVERYTHING. i have now had to spend essentially a month organising things across multiple emails and drives just to get a start on my next big project. the most important lesson will definitely be that you need to train and teach yourself to know what are things that require a back...

you do not need 17 backups, paper and digital of plans passed and plans to come, you will quickly be reminded or be able to recall most such things as they will stress you out and haunt you so much anyways.

however you certainly do need a sufficient back up of data that belongs to the university as part of your project, or any personal methods of tracking such things.

anyways, sorry for the long rambles i post, i am using tumblr as a way to have a blog until i can actually get a website and publish better and more concise posts. i hope you still enjoy reading or at least find some solace or advice in between it all!