Phrases with the word be

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2014.02.11 09:11 Mish106 Word Avalanches: incredibly contrived setups for homophonic punchlines

Word Avalanches: incredibly contrived setups for homophonic punchlines.
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2014.10.15 18:49 bigshot937 I Don't Work Here Lady

A derivative of subreddits like Tales From Retail that involves stories about folks that go into other businesses and have irate customers mistake them for employees. The more outrageous the story the better! *** Proud Member of [The Coalition of Online Communities](https://www.reddit.com/the_coalition/).
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2020.07.10 21:17 blushingboobies Am I doing the right thing?

As we all know, being a professor is a journey and we learn a lot of things along the way. However, we have some freedom in how we handle certain things and I constantly struggle with the line of being to nice and being to harsh.
So my current struggle is about a short essay answer on an online exam. It is a “Define and list number of this concept and provide an example of each” type question. As I was manually grading them I noticed a few of my students getting the answer wildly wrong. Like, I am not sure how they got this answer wrong. They key terms they used could be related to my course or almost right, but these key words and phrases used appear nowhere in my text, PowerPoints, lectures or literally anywhere else. In fact, they seem to only appear on about 3 sources total on the internet when you google them.
So by my third student putting this extremely wrong answer I paused - how... did three students all arrive at this same exact wrong answer? So I googled my essay question. Boom. Second result down, one of those websites appear (you know, quizlet, chegg, coursehero, ect) and there, plain as day, is this exact wrong answer. Now the question is my question but focused on a very specific field, which is why the answers to seemingly the same question are so different. But this answer has the Same wording, same phrasing, same list as my students provided. The only thing my students did different is the - give an example - part in which they all gave different examples of this really incorrect concept.
So I go through my exams and pull everyone who has the exact same list and phrasing’s from this websites answer. One fifth of my course has this exact same answer, with different filled in examples to match. Same list, same phrasing, different examples. So it is clear as day, they googled this question while taking the exam. Which is a no-no.
So I emailed all of them (not an insignificant number of students) and asked them to clarify how they arrived at their answer. Several have responded and they have all lied to me. The lies are very good, but lies none the less. No one has owned up to this. So I said, ok I will give them one more chance to be honest. So I ask them outright - Did you use outside sources during the exam? Some have not responded to this direct question, several have come back and directly lied to me by saying “No, I did not” and they reiterate their previous lie.
I do not like being lied to and I do not like academic dishonesty. At the least, if you are going to cheat you need to cheat well enough to not get caught. I’m just shocked that they are all outright lying to me and even when directly asked - they dig their heels in. I should also mention I am 95% sure that this is where they got this exact wrong answer. How else could they arrive at an exact wrong answer, that several of them put, that just so happens to be on a webpage with my exact test question?
I decided before I ever sent the emails - if they own up to it, I will just give them a 0 on the short essay response but they can keep their exam grade and after a short speech from me about cheating, we can move on. If they insist on lying and lie to me multiple times, I will give them a 0 for the entire exam, but they can continue in my course if they wish. Am I doing the right thing here? Am I being to nice or to harsh?
TLDR; Several students put an exact same wrong answer on an essay exam question that also appears on a coursehero type website. Confronted students and all of the ones who have responded have lied to me, some lying several times when asked directly. If they do not own up to it and keep lying I plan on giving them a 0 for the entire exam. If they are honest they just get a 0 on the question. Am I doing the right thing?
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2020.07.10 20:20 PresentType Worst Grammar Mistakes to Avoid While Writing

Grammar is the foremost thing that is taught to the students when they begin framing sentences. Isn’t it?
Then, why even today college students tend to make grammar blunders while preparing assignments? Do they get paid for making major grammar mistakes? Of course, not. Doing this, they are simply losing their credibility of writing.
To avoid such kind of tedious situations, let’s become aware of some of the common grammar issues that are actually depleting your reliability.
• Sentence Fragments • Lack of Parallel Structure • Incorrect Use of Words • Inappropriate Use of Apostrophe (Its) • No Comma in a Compound Sentence • Unclear Pronoun Reference • Sentence Sprawl
  1. Sentence Fragments
What do you understand by sentence fragments? These are actually the incomplete sentences that don’t hold any independent meaning or purpose. A fragment tends to lack in the subject or a verb or may be both of them.
Example 1:
Incorrect: We first got into the car. And then rolled down the windows. Correct: We rolled down the windows as we got into the car.
Example 2:
Incorrect: She gave her brother an amazing gift. This happened after a heated argument. Correct: Even after a heated argument, she gave her brother an amazing gift.
  1. Lack of Parallel Structure
You must know that when two or more sections of a particular sentence are correct in terms of meaning but aren’t parallel, faulty parallelism tends to arise. This type of issue mostly occurs when you are writing about a continuous series of items.
Example 1: Incorrect: I have to submit reporting of different subjects for which I availed Assignment Help Sydney. Correct: I have to submit a report of different subjects for which I availed Assignment Help Sydney.
Example 2:
Incorrect: Kevin wanted to learn about careers in engineering, programming and research scientist. Correct: Kevin wanted to learn about careers in engineering, programming, and research science.
  1. Incorrect Use of Words
You must have not realized but there are a number of words and phrases that are highly confusing and are misused at the time of framing sentences. Incorrect use of these words or phrases may change the actual meaning of the sentence.
To express one idea, there can are plenty of words. Thus, it is always good to search for the meaning first and then use it in the right manner.
Example 1: Incorrect: Even after the proof, she was not ready to except her mistake. Correct: Even after the proof, she was not ready to accept her mistake.
Example 2: Incorrect: Bad weather will effect the production of crops. Correct: Bad weather will affect the production of crops.
  1. Inappropriate Use of Apostrophe (Its)
Another major mistake that needs to be considered is that always make use of an apostrophe with ‘its’ only if the meaning comes out to be, ‘it is’ or ‘it has’.
Example 1: Incorrect: I saw the cat licking it’s tail. Correct: I saw the cat licking its tail.
Example 2:
Incorrect: Its been 2 years that I am into this field. Correct: It has been 2 years that I am into this field.
  1. No Comma in a Compound Sentence
What do you understand by a compound sentence? A compound sentence is a sentence that has more than one subject or predicate in it. A comma is used to separate two or more individual parts of a compound sentence. The comma is used after the first clause and before adding conjunction that splits the clauses. The grammar check tools can be used to get rid of such minor but crucial issues.
Example 1: Incorrect: The boy jumped into his car and went away. Correct: The boy jumped into his car, and went away.
Example 2: Incorrect: She was intelligent and she was full of life. Correct: She was intelligent, and she was full of life.
  1. Unclear Pronoun Reference
A pronoun is used to substitute a noun. Besides this, the antecedent must be the person, thing or a place. So, you need to know that an unclear pronoun reference such as it, this, which and that may leave the reader in confusion as to whom the pronoun is being used for.
Example 1: Incorrect: When Jon found his pet, he was very happy. Correct: Jon was very happy when he finally found his pet.
Example 2: Incorrect: Ammie was angry because of Marrie’s decision. This is what ended everything. Correct: Ammie was angry because of Marrie’s decision. Her choice ended everything.
  1. Sentence Sprawl
Just to increase the word count, most of the times, students make a mistake of stretching the sentence to the maximum. Such a sentence can become a burden for the readers to read and come out to the right meaning.
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2020.07.10 20:17 roipoiboy Gwu ṇode nu ge de: A Mwane Poem

We ole, kwuŋo! Hey everyone!
In the last month or so, inspired by u/einekrone's poems written in Ēosirān and u/Rahwen's in Yomori, I've begun to think a bit about what poetry looks like in Mwaneḷe. Here's a poem I wrote a bit ago in Mwaneḷe. It's written by someone who's been separated from their partner, who is on some sort of long journey.
Takemaŋo megwa Liṭem le ekile De ḷaŋin wu takwan Gwu ṇode nu ge de?
The days are counted Slipping away without you I start to wonder Will the sea close my hands?
I've learned that Mwane poems tend to be fairly short, usually with 4, 6, or 8 lines matching in meter. Mwaneḷe has a pitch accent system where the first syllable of a root receives a falling pitch contour. That melody can spread out as a high pitch followed by a low pitch if there are syllables after it in the same phonological word, but if there aren't then it's realized as a falling tone on that last syllable. Mwane poems most commonly consist of dactyls (long-short-short) and amphibrachs (short-long-short), where a "long" syllable is one with a high or falling pitch. It's common for first lines to match in both meter and pitch contour, and for the last line to differ somehow, often by exchanging high and falling tones. Here's the Mwaneḷe text again, but this time with tone marking, so you can see the contours. (If it looks like the last syllable of a word like liṭem or ge has high tone instead of falling tone, that's because the word after is a clitic, so it's part of the same phonological word and the contour can spread onto it.)
Takémaŋo mégwa Liṭém le ekíle De ḷáŋin wu tákwan Gwu ṇóde nû gé de?
The first three lines all follow an amphibrachic LHL-LHL pattern, but the last line varies that adding a tonic syllable with a falling tone to get LHL-FHL. That shift in the meter is usually also accompanied by some sort of shift in the meaning or tone of the poem. These shifts aren't spoilers though: poems aren't titled, but are often referred to by their last line. It's not unlikely that someone will know a poem's "twist" before ever hearing its beginning.
In any translation between languages, there's some meaning in the original that gets lost, but also some meaning added in the translation that wasn't there in the original. I've already given a rough translation of the poem to English. I'll give a gloss too, and then talk about some of the imagery in Mwaneḷe and break down what's lost and gained in the English translation.
ta- kemaŋo megwa INTR.P-open.hand sun li- ṭem =le e- kile REL-lack=2 INTR.A-slope.down de ḷaŋin =wu takwan 1 consider=yet uncertainty gwu ṇode nu ge =de INT sea close hands=1 
The central image in this poem involves the opening and closing of hands. It's common for Mwane people count up by holding their hands closed and extending fingers one at a time starting at their thumbs, and to count down by starting with open hands and closing fingers one at a time. The basic meaning of the word kemaŋo is 'to open your hands' but it's also used to refer to beginning a task or counting something up. At the beginning, the speaker's hands are opening as they count the days without their partner.
The phrase I translated as "slipping away without you" is more closely "which lack you, sloping downwards." In Mwaneḷe, there's no preposition like "without," so the idea is expressed using the verb ṭem which can mean "to lack, not to have" or "to need, to require." What the speaker is saying could be understood as being a bit stronger than just that the days are missing the person they're writing this for. They don't just miss them, they need them. Additionally, Mwane people talk about things moving through time as passing from top to bottom. The word kile 'to slope down and away' suggests that as time goes on (downwards) things are getting further and further away.
In the last line of the poem, the speaker asks if the sea will ever close their hands. Mwaneḷe doesn't use possessives on body parts as freely as English, so a more natural way to say this would use a causative construction asking "will the sea make me close [my] hands." But here, the speaker doesn't have agency. The sea is closing their hands directly. Along with fitting the meter of the poem better, this comes across in Mwaneḷe as fairly resigned.
The sea closing their hands most clearly refers back to the first line, so the speaker is wondering when they will stop counting days alone. It could also refer metaphorically to finishing something, the same way that kemaŋo can refer to starting something. The speaker might be wondering if this distance will end their relationship. Last the speaker could be thinking about literally closing their hands around their partner once they return.
One thing that's missing from the Mwaneḷe text is tense marking. Tense marking is usually optional in Mwaneḷe, and in some in-world poetic traditions you're supposed to leave it out, "to unmoor the poem from the present." This poem could have been translated in the future tense or the past tense ("the days were counted/slipping away without you/I started to wondewould the sea close my hands?"). It could be the first day with the partner at sea, thinking about how you'll feel just as easily as it could be looking back at the past. I chose to translate it in the context I first imagined it in, with present and future tense.
There are plenty of other differences to pick apart here. I'm no expert translator, but unless you know a native Mwaneḷe-English bilingual, I'm the best you've got ;) I hope you enjoyed the poem and that after this thorough high-school-English-class-style treatment of it, you understand it a little bit better. Thanks to u/einekrone and u/Rahwen for the inspiration!
Here's the poem one last time, along with how you'd write it in native Mwaneḷe script.
Takemaŋo megwa Liṭem le ekile De ḷaŋin wu takwan Gwu ṇode nu ge de?
The days are counted Slipping away without you I start to wonder Will the sea close my hands?
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Di ḍule ḷaxe le! Thanks for reading!
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2020.07.10 20:11 Ozone21337 Ways That You Can Brush Up on Your Grammar

Grammar has never become more important to people than now. Because of the Internet revolution, more and more people are coming out with personal blogs and websites. And on these sites, they write their thoughts, feelings and opinions. The rise of these blogs have made people writers and more importantly readers, a practice that people have lost in recent decades because of the rise of the television and other forms of media.
But with these revolution on the internet, there comes a bigger responsibility: to stay true to the rules of formal writing and grammar. Many English experts, language experts for that matter have lamented on the degradation of the language because of the lack of training and skills of some bloggers. Also, because of how fast communication is being exchanged thru text messaging, chatting and message boards, people are writing in shortcut.
For instance, most people have used words that are spelled as they are pronounced. Never mind the double Ds and the silent Hs. Some even type without the vowels in them to make typing and writing fast. There is also that business about acronyms being used in chat rooms like OMG and GTG. Although these are quite common and in some way understandable, we are forgetting that writing still is something that all people should be able to understand and not just a handful of people who are part of the new generation.
Brushing up on your grammar is actually not that hard especially with the English as your native language. It is far easy for you to learn the rules than say people who are just starting to learn the language. With you, all you need to do is adhere to the rules and everything will come naturally. After all, language and grammar is basically instinctual. When you are exposed to the language, it will just come to you when you write or speak.
Below are two of the ways that you can brush up on your grammar and improve your writing skills.
  1. Read
This is perhaps the best way to improve one's writing skills. All writers are readers. They use not only the information that they get from the books that they read but they also utilize the words that they encounter into their stories and write-ups. One can even pick up neat phrases and idiomatic expressions that people often use. Also, reading exposes you to the language. With constant reading, you will be more comfortable in using the language. When you write, the words will just flow through you.
  1. Write
Practice, practice, Practice. That's the name of the game if you want to improve your skills as a writer. Don't be afraid to make an article. Once you have finished your first, the rest will be easy. If you have already been writing and just wants to improve your grammar, just write and article as best as you could and ask someone who is an expert in English to edit it for you. But don't just let them edit without asking why. The best way to learn the language is to do it yourself and learn from your mistakes. Ask why one part is edited and the other is not. This way, you can learn the rules of grammar as you go along.
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2020.07.10 19:50 Maggieshajt I (13) hurt my mom recently. I want to show her I love her and appreciate her with more than my words.

You know the phrase, 'actions speak louder than words'? I had a big fight with my mom recently, and I truly hurt her, for the first time. I apologized, and she accepted my apology. But my words had cut deep, and you could say she is still bleeding. I want to show her I love her, truly. I always tell my mom I love her and everything, but now I feel like my words will hold no meaning. I want her to understand I love her and that I am so sorry for hurting her. I want to show her I am thankful for everything she has done for me. But I'm not sure exactly how. I started with baking her a honey cake, but I feel like whatever I do is not enough.
This was the first time I really realized how much words can speak and hurt. So maybe, it would be better if my actions spoke for themselves.
Thank you! :)
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2020.07.10 19:20 thegreatself Somebody here the other day correctly called Q a 'mass psychotic episode' - can we learn anything from it to help engineer our own 'mass psychotic episode' that actually works towards our betterment?

MASSIVE WALL OF TEXT ONLY TANGENTIALLY RELATED TO Q BELOW - FEEL FREE TO IGNORE IT AND JUST RESPOND TO MY TITLE!
Where are you reading this from? Probably very far from here and yet I'm there and somehow in your mind right now. The inescapable and global grasp of the Internet and our eternal engagement with it through the smartphone has been a pivotal (r)evolutionary shift in our history, one even more significant than our discovery of fire, agriculture, steel, or the combustion engine. We are yet to scratch the surface of its potential and power, and the deeper implications of its existence and what that says about us - the Internet is the genesis of a global awakening and awareness of hidden communal connection.
Modern constantly connected culture has allowed us to act as a sort of rudimentary hive-mind. Our access to, and saturation of information, media, and communication is both constant and instant - it is now possible to share our thoughts with almost everybody there is - our friends and family, their friends and family, people we don't know and never will, people in another country, and people who may not even share the same language as us - a single sentence spat out into the ether can potentially reach billions of people on the planet in a matter of minutes.
You, me, and everybody else has a form of direct access to nearly every other human consciousness on this planet - what could we possibly use that for?
Memes, of course.
To crowdsource the question of 'what is good?', because that is what lies at the centre of all belief.
The fact that we have seemingly become ever more divisive and politically polarized is therefore not to be tutted at, wished away or met with calls for civility, but rather acknowledged as the only way in which an outcome - Truth - can be arrived at, copy itself, spread, and propagate to the point where its opposite seems wholly and utterly absurd.
Advocates for either a progressive or conservative approach to policy can not compromise not because the facts are in disagreement (although that is true), but because what comes before the facts is not agreed upon; that is, the way the world is structured and ordered, or The Way The World Is, which itself always acts as the background for an ideology rather than the reverse. The idiom 'seeing is believing' is true backwards as well, perhaps even more convincingly - believing is seeing and this is evident now more than ever.
I’m going to make some statements that are broad and general, but ones I feel are fairly common and often subconscious. These are not meant to be statements of “fact", only associations to get us to think about how we reach the conclusion of "fact".
The relationship between progressivism and conservatism is like the relationship between masculine and feminine which is like the relationship between individual and community.
Consider this disharmony between two opposing (or complementary) principles as essentially the basis of all philosophical (and thus political) thought. Also consider opposing principles as really a single thing as opposites always exist only in relation to each other. This admittedly sounds a lot like some meaningless new-age woo, but I think most of us can and do recognize the basic and fundamental necessity of this tension between opposites.
We see what our minds project and what our contexts allow - we frame the world in the language we have at our disposal and what words mean is not something static and in the word itself, but something dynamic, unique to us specifically in the way we relate to that word.
Language has an implicit kind of magical quality - by that I mean much like an imagined casting of a spell, it is widely assumed that speaking the right words in the right combination (and order) can influence and compel people to act, and this action is the source of social change. This is why great orators have possessed great influence over the course of history - someone must be able to give power to an idea that can move masses to act as a single unified force of nature.
Language is itself inherently biased, limited, and divisive - Black Lives Matter means absolutely nothing until it is interpreted and language is always loaded with prejudice, even and perhaps especially when great care is taken to make sure it is not. There is always a fundamental aspect of loss from translating a feeling to a thought to any thing else, even when the path is as seemingly direct as from thought to speech.
Have you ever known exactly what to say but been unable to get the words out properly in the moment?
Have you ever written and rewritten something multiple times because the exact feeling you’re trying to capture just isn’t there?
As much as language is the primary way we communicate, ironically it just as often obfuscates and confuses because the kind of language we have available to us directly determines how we understand and conceptualize the world (and ourselves). It is not a matter of merely being Peterson-ianly "precise" in our speech, because precision is meaningless if the principles that precede it are incompatible.
How many proponents of any ideology have actually read and engaged with its foundational or supporting texts?
Probably very few.
How many have absorbed bits and pieces through their specific context - language, culture, family, friends, media, and digital memes?
Probably almost everybody.
You simply can't exist in 2020 and not intuitively just know what a meme is. Even those that exist totally cut-off from the online sphere would get the picture with some examples. Most typically we think of images like this, or this, but these are just some examples of the modern, digital meme and don't begin to even scratch the surface of just exactly what a meme is and why the answer to that might be really fucking important.
For example, a picture doesn't need any text to be a meme. Similarly, a picture can be only text and still be a meme. A phrase can be a meme, or even a single word. A sound. Symbols. The structure of the building you're in and the design of the device you're reading this from are memetic artifacts. Musical subgenres, fashion and style trends, social patterns and institutions including family, marriage, property, law, crime and punishment - even complex ideologies - religious, political, and philosophical (all actually inseparable and arguably the same thing) - are essentially very nuanced and enduring memetic conversations that span hundreds and thousands of years.
Human behaviour is memetic - a product of pattern, repetition, and context rather than a series of conscious “choices" we make at every moment - this is not to suggest we are totally bound and determined by fate, only that we are bound and determined to act in accordance with our own character - we are not something responsible for our decisions, we are our decisions, and for that we bear responsibility.
Can you imagine Donald Trump acting like anything else besides a caricature of pure petulance?
That’s his role to play - his constitution. If it weren't he would be someone else, and here lies the crucial error that pervades all levels of society.
I think the belief that he, or you, or I "make decisions" is quite backwards - it’s partly a product of the language we use to speak about ourselves and the world - a confusion of the symbol with The Actual Thing - and partly just our basic instincts. It's plainly obvious that I am aware and can consider many possibilities and outcomes and think rather abstractly about present, past, and future, so it only seems to follow that I must exert some basic influence over the course of my life, but I think if we really examine that thought there’s no good reason to assume that’s true and necessarily follows. We might feel that it does, but perhaps that is a sign to be skeptical of our most basic assumptions.
I find little distinction between Me and My Choices - I am those choices, not a separate entity in the pilot's seat of my skull that "chooses" - that stands separate, considers, and then finally pulls the lever that corresponds with the choice I’ve made.
Those last three words are superfluous - to me they all reference a single thing - a localized happening from my specific perspective.
This idea is naturally unpalatable as it seems to absolve one of all responsibility, for both wrongdoing and ownership of good acts and artistic creations, but I think this is nothing more than a knee-jerk reaction to protect our sense of I as something distinct and in control, as to accept the opposite comes with a great and terrifying sense of powerlessness. This terror is multiplied further when coupled with the additional quality of randomness, and the ordinary and pervasive accepted fact of our free will is an attempt to reconcile this powerlessness with our instinctive desire to be in control. Even when faced constantly with the reality of circumstance where one life is destroyed based not on any decision or choice it was able to make, but the simple act of existing at the wrong point in time and space and colliding with the wrong other does nothing to dissuade us of this familiar and comfortable illusion.
Responsibility is not something we take, it is what we are by sheer virtue of being.
Memes and the repetition of pattern connects us to something far greater than any single one of us - our collective human ideas about value, function, purpose, and their relation with each other - memes are a portal to the sum total of all human knowledge, experience, and feeling - memes are threads sewn into the fabric of the tapestry of reality, connecting us to the past, present, future, each other, and something totally separate - something unspeakable that yet demands to be spoken of - something that can be glimpsed only for a moment and reflected only as a fragment.
You may have felt it when engaged in something everyday and ordinary, yet struck as if for the very first time by the majesty and totality of all there is - all experience happening right now, billions of distinct and separate simultaneous happenings - connections - disconnected only by virtue of the limitations of our own collective conceptions of what is real, what is true, and what is possible.
What is possible?
It is possible then to understand Humanity not as an abstracted collection of billions of separate individuals, but as a single, unique happening of organism/environment that can act with that awareness of unity and underlying connection.
We currently insist on persisting in an ordering of society that enriches only a small handful that have fallen to the top through nothing other than circumstance and who insist this must be the natural ordering of the world simply because it is the current ordering of it.
Can we really trust those who wield inordinate amounts of power to fairly consider how it might be meted out differently? Is the fate of society directly tied to the fate of the billionaire class, or to the current institutions of governance and policing?
We are meant to believe and accept that this is just The Way the World Is?
As far as I see it, society bears little proof of functioning properly anywhere as long as we define ‘properly’ as for the common good of all people. If we instead understand "properly" as to the obscene and perverted benefit of a small few at the expense of everybody else, then it is functioning tremendously properly, and will only continue to do so until We put a stop to it.
From where is authority and power actually derived?
The primary source is our shared belief that these institutional structures are legitimate and just - and they are so long as we believe it.
The secondary source is the ability and willingness of these structures to respond violently if we do not accept the first.
Violence is of course the most powerful and persuasive avenue of acquiring and maintaining power, both literal violent action and indirect violence inflicted and facilitated by a system of organization that regards the principle of one's right to hoard obscene amounts of wealth as higher and more just than an attempt to provide the basic material necessities of life for all people.
That is the basic moral principle that serves as the keystone of the structure of our society as it is currently ordered.
To preserve life violence may sometimes be necessary, but violence can be avoided memetically - you cannot put a bullet in a concept and it’s just as futile (and a bit if a moral grey area) to do the same to those who espouse, exemplify, or believe it. Violence can be lessened with the correct memetic foundations to underpin our collective conceptions of 'self', 'other', and 'world' and the reciprocal nature of those three things - violence is given power by distinction and separation, but that power can be neutered partly by understanding that not only are we ourself, we are also every other self, too.
So, if memes are the true catalyst of human action and social change, can we then "meme ourselves" into a better reality? Can we, together, engineer, build, or construct a meme to spread and transform our shared, collective (un)conscious and the ideas that follow about not only what is true, but what is possible?
I think a good place to start is to understand the illusory and mutable nature of money and wealth, their direct relationship with power, authority, and control and the distribution of these things. Money is a real thing that performs a necessary function, but our shared understanding of it holds real power over its form, and in this way we can collectively shape and alter that power it commands over our lives through a collective psychic exercise.
We can't function without money, but we absolutely can function with a new way of distributing it in hopes of lessening (not eliminating) the amount of suffering directly related to poverty and the misery that flows from that.
Ask Google, "how many billionaires exist?" - Answer: 2095.
Do any of them really have billions of an actual, tangible currency or is their currency really in the form of power and influence as represented by money?
Is the standard work-week from Monday to Friday or Monday to Thursday?
Whatever the answer, is that because this is simply The Way the World Is, or might The Way the World Is be directly shaped by our collective ideas about it?
Wars are no longer waged on an actual battlefield - our modern war is a psychic and spiritual one set in the space of the collective human (un)conscious, and the targets of annihilation are not only people but possibilities - the target is Truth, and the creation of Truth As it Serves the Manufacturer - we are in an era of memetic warfare and unless we can understand that and figure out how to twist it against itself our collective human spirit will be swallowed whole, outlived by the last plastic piece of shit we can sell.
2095 problems and one crucial error stands between us and a better society, and building that society is as simple as building, believing, and spreading the right memes.
If you can believe that's true, it is.
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2020.07.10 19:18 rhubarb-crumble Should I encourage my mum to learn some BSL?

For context, my mother has throat cancer, and it's starting to affect her ability to speak. Yesterday, she said she thought about learning BSL, but then asked what would be the point because who would understand her?
I can understand her concern, but I think it would be useful for her to be able to communicate a few essential words and phrases. I wonder, though, what you guys think? Do you find people can understand enough when you need them to (where you're using BSL and they are unfamiliar with it)? Are healthcare professionals able to get the gist of what you need to say with or without BSL?
So far when she's been unable to speak she makes up hand gestures and exaggerates her lip movements, but that's in no way universal and hasn't worked if her mouth is covered (pointing up at the ceiling for 'I feel unwell' is so vague and it took myself and a nurse several minutes to figure out what she was trying to communicate).
Of course she can write things down if it comes to it, but that requires always having pen and paper and being able to write. I just wonder if it's worth encouraging her to learn at least a little BSL (I think it's worth it, but I don't have experience with this sort of thing). Thank you in advance for any responses!
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2020.07.10 19:06 roraima_is_very_tall Opinion: The Real Horror of ‘Jaws’ Isn’t the Shark, It’s the leader who initially values capitalism over saving lives.

source at nyt
Looking back, I can see it was the definition of overkill. But a few weeks ago, I decided that what my family needed, in the summer of 2020, was a horror movie. So my husband and daughters and I headed to the drive-in movie theater in Wellfleet, Mass., to watch a 45th anniversary rerelease of “Jaws.”
In the past, the drive-in — the same one my parents took me to when I was a child — was a reliably good time. The kids would wear pajamas and visit the playground and usually run into a friend from day camp or from the beach. Adults would bring sweatshirts and blankets and set up folding chairs on the pavement outside of their parked cars, the better to enjoy the night air. The national anthem would play at the start of the show, and the scent of rose hip blossoms and popcorn would be borne by a stiff ocean breeze. When twilight finally deepened to dark, you could see thousands of stars in the sky.
This year was different, in a dozen ways large and small. We bought our tickets online. The woman inspecting the receipt on my phone wore gloves and a mask and handed me a list of rules: No moviegoers allowed outside of their cars. The playground was closed. Only two people per group allowed at the snack bar.
I hadn’t planned on attempting the snack bar. We brought our own popcorn and, after some fumbling with the speakers, we arranged ourselves in the back of the minivan and got ready for blood on the water.
“Is this going to be too scary for me?” my 12-year-old asked. I told her I thought she’d be fine. The truth was, my memories of “Jaws” were limited to the theme song, the gore and the line, “We’re going to need a bigger boat.”
I didn’t recall the real horror of the movie. Or maybe, the last time I saw it, I was too young to understand that the shark was simply doing what a shark is built to do, and that the true villain is not the coldblooded predator — it’s the warm-blooded mayor.
“All I’m saying is that Amity is a summer town — we need summer dollars,” Mayor Larry Vaughn argues after the first attack, when the chief of police wants to close the beaches. It was a phrase that could have been ripped off for a speech by one of the Republican officials who initially refused to shut down his state’s beaches or insisted on reopening the bars.
Even in the face of the gruesome evidence, Mayor Vaughn decides that the victim had been killed by a fishing boat. He tells the police chief that he’s being too hasty — “You yell ‘shark,’ we’ve got a panic on our hands on the Fourth of July.”
The beaches stay open. The shark kills again, its victim, this time, a young boy.
On the dock, the boy’s grieving mother gives the chief of police — the one man who had been trying to do the right thing — a hard slap across his face. “You knew there was a shark out there,” she says. “You knew it was dangerous. But you let people go swimming anyway. You knew all those things. But still my boy is dead now.”
I found myself bracing for a Trumpian response — for the police chief to say that he didn’t take responsibility, or to talk up Amity’s great job numbers, or to point out that most swimmers will not get bitten by a shark, and that almost all young people who do get attacked make complete recoveries. I prepared for fringe theories or culture-war distractions, maybe a rant about how the hippies were the real threat to Amity’s way of life.
But the chief, Martin Brody, doesn’t bluster, doesn’t counterpunch or pass the buck or stage a photo op. When the mayor apologizes after the mother’s outburst, saying, “I’m sorry, Martin. She’s wrong,” Chief Brody responds, “No, she’s not.” His shoulders slump, as if he’s taken on the weight of the mother’s grief and sorrow, and he walks away without another word.
By that point, my 12-year-old was dozing. I woke her up. I wanted her to see a story about a leader doing the right thing in the face of a deadly outbreak (of shark attacks) — even if it took one more death, with the police chief’s own son imperiled, to finally prod him into action. So we watched the chastened mayor release funds for a shark hunt, and the police chief, in the company of a nerdy scientist and a grizzled old salt, goes off to vanquish the underwater enemy. There is tension. There’s tragedy. Finally, there is triumph. The police chief blows up the shark and dog-paddles home.
In Wellfleet, the audience cheered as the credits rolled. But it was hard not to think about our real-life, real-time horror: a pandemic that continues to disproportionately affect the poor, Black people and Latinos (and that has taken the life of the actress who played that mourning mother in “Jaws”).
Masks have been politicized to the point that donning one is akin to sporting a “Biden for President” bumper sticker on your face. And instead of a leader who steps up to do the right thing, we’ve got a president who delights in divisiveness and wallows in woe-is-me, while too many of his fellow Republicans, loath to cross him, seem to care more about those summer dollars than dead citizens or grieving families. Instead of a boat on the water, we’ve got heads in the sand.
That night, driving home in the dark, I imagined our country as the first girl to die in every horror movie, the pretty one who falls victim to the monster or the serial killer. The one who is blithely certain of her own invincibility, or maybe just bored with taking precautions. The one who goes down to the basement or up to the attic as the audience screams that she shouldn’t, knowing what will happen to her if she does.
This shouldn’t be so hard. It shouldn’t be so hard for the government to support workers. It shouldn’t be so hard for citizens to stay home as much as possible, to wear a cloth mask, to postpone birthday parties and barbecues. From the Ozarks to Fire Island to the Jersey Shore, we’ve all seen pictures of Americans who won’t deny themselves their summer pleasures, insisting they happen just as they always have.
But how can we be surprised? Our leader is standing knee-deep in the shallows, smiling and beckoning and telling us that the water’s fine.
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2020.07.10 18:40 JasontheHappyHusky Quitting Sex Was The Best Thing I Ever Did

This moment — a handsome man kissing my bare back, his lips and his hands moving with deft tenderness over the rolls of fat that have anguished me since I was a teenager — is the moment I’ve been dreaming of since I first started splashing and floundering in the dating pool. Finally, after years of being the girl who rarely gets a swipe right, the ghost in a low-cut black dress who will remain alone at the end of the bar unless she settles for some crude 2 a.m. assignation, I’m enjoying the kind of intimacy my thinner friends have long bragged about. I can stop sucking in my stomach and holding my breath: For once, I’ll have an answer to “what’s new and exciting?” that isn’t, “Oh, you know, work.” Finally, a partner who tells me, in honeyed word and sweet deed, that he digs my body as is — without, mercifully, using the phrase “big girls.” He’s the first hookup I’ve really liked in a long time — or, possibly, ever. He gives good email and he knows how to touch me.
Once we’ve finished, and I’m lying with my head on his chest, inhaling the gentle musk of his dried sweat, I feel bold. I ask if he’d like to go out on a proper date to a museum. Out of the gauzy dark of the bedroom and into the light of day. Suddenly, his face assumes an apologetic tension; I’ve seen this look on so many men’s faces over the years: “Cool, cool,” he says, in a tone that betrays that it is not cool, cool. Then he adds that he just wants me to know that he doesn’t hold hands. “But it’s not because of, I mean, you know.” I do know. I know exactly why he won’t hold my hand in public, why this night went from an electric hum of potential to a dull, familiar drone of humiliation.
I know that I am in my early thirties and I’m too tired to play the cool, cool girl. The girl who will still hook up with him, if only to say that she’s hooking up — because if she’s hooking up, well, then, somebody wants her, and if somebody wants her, then she’s not too weird or too ugly; she’s not alone. But I am lonely. I’m in this man’s arms and I’m lonelier than I’ve ever been. Once he’s gone — never to email or DM again, let alone take a walk outside — I decide that I’ll take a year away from dating, from thinking about sex. I delete all my apps. I stop drinking, going to bars. That year soon becomes two years. Two years slurs gently, almost imperceptibly, into five years. Five years yawns into nearly 10 years.
https://www.buzzfeednews.com/article/laurabogart/sex-celibate-dating-weight-body-image?origin=web-hf
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2020.07.10 18:36 Opposite_Channel 'Bored AND Horny'

Is hearing that a guy is "bored and horny" enough to get you turned on? Am i missing something?
A lot of profiles have mentioned this phrase or when i write a guy he responds with that line. Neither one of those words do anything to stimulate my desire to either have sex with him or entertain him. What happened to actually bringing more to the table and being interesting? I feel like im stuck working with the bare minimum lately.
Needless to say the guy blocks me when i dont respond with nudes after he says that line. I was expecting a little small talk at a minimum but it seems thats too much for some men.
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2020.07.10 18:20 10outofC My (27/f) mom (61/f) said she failed as a parent

I had a distressing childhood and teenage years like most kids. I had undiagnosed ADHD, anxiety and depression until I dealt with my symptoms as an adult. My symptoms manifest socially, professionally, etc. It impacts every aspect of my life. I am now diagnosed with all of these from medical practitioners, all of which I paid for myself. I cant remember multiple years of my childhood and I have few positive memories from that time. My parents, specifically my mom prides herself on being the child whisperer, dedicating her career to helping children with disabilities. All this is context.
My extended family regularly throws what I said and did as a child and a teen in my face whenever I see them. It's upsetting and I dont have a close relationship with really any of them. My mom occasionally does this as well, with added flippancy thinking it's funny. The emotionally volatility I experienced is for lack of a better word, triggering and it upsets me when people talk about it. I feel great shame and did everything I could to make amends for things I said and did when I was a kid. Yesterday I was with my parents and casually teased my dad and my mom said along the lines of, "I just cringe when I tell people you were researching making a bomb".
I started bawling, because not getting help (or even knowing something was wrong) when I was younger impacted my trajectory and put me in the line of sight of abusive people. I put myself in multiple abusive situations and developed codependent behaviors I'm just beginning to unlearn.
I also have no idea if it's TRUE or not, simply because I cant remember, and my family has had a history of gaslighting me about what I said as a child. Not to mention, shes talking about behavior she should have recognized as abnormal and the way she phrased it, made it sound like shes telling the world.
My impression of it was equivalent to telling strangers a family members medical history about a self inflicted (ie type 2 diabetes and you're obese) medical condition and making fun of the person for it. Which is wrong.
I explained this to her, she reclarified her points, but got so upset she said "I feel like I failed you", which isn't wrong from my perspective. She had the training, it's part of her identity to be the child caregiver and her own kid turned out so screwed up I'm bawling my eyes out writing this. The closest my family came to getting me help was a Christian family councilor in another city because my mom was worried about her reputation, when I was about to turn 18.
I have a stable job, benefits, car, own place in the most expensive city in my country. I know I'm successful on paper. But I also know I squeaked through school, barely passing and ruining any chance I have of MBA or law school. It feels all my relatives and peers are more successful than me. And especially as I get older, I dont have excuses for my behavior. I only got medicated in the past year and its changed my life for the better in almost every way.
I know my mom expects be to say, "you did your best" or "no you're not a failure", but I dont feel that at all. She chose to make her identity around her passion for child development, and failed to notice the fact I was struggling for years, or more accurately she did, but failed to do anything about it. I dont have it in me to lie to her.
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2020.07.10 18:00 LiseEclaire [The Scuu Paradox] - Chapter 5

Previously on The Scuu Paradox…
Hello Sev,
I hope you and Alexander are doing well. Things are a bit chaotic here, so although I’ve been granted some communication privileges, I can’t access any of my external messages. The wonders of modern bureaucracy are so amazing.
Apart from that, things are slowly moving along. The ship I’m on is bigger than the last one. My room can hold three people, though for the moment there aren’t enough cadets to fill it all so I’m not sharing it with anyone. That might change soon enough, when the rest of our crew gets here. The ship commander made a huge announcement about it yesterday. I was there with the rest of the cadets and the command staff. The speech was quite good. We’ll be starting our mission in a few days. And that means I might not be able to write for a while. Because of my last mission, I’ve had an external message limit imposed.
I think you should invite the entire family to see you. It’s a lot of work, but Alexander can handle it, if you don’t grumble at him all the time. If you hold a get-together, give a big hello from me to everyone.
Take care and remember to get a med check up every three months,
Elcy
    The message text filled the entire screen of the datapad. There was so much I hadn’t added that I might as well have lied. The administrator’s address had been mundane, hardly deviating from the fleet’s presentation template. It was almost inconceivable how little actual information we had been given in an event that had lasted an hour and seventeen minutes. Other than presenting the ship’s administrative and military staff, everything related to the actual mission was quite vague. The only reliable piece of info was a repeat of the widely known, PR-approved statement that we were heading to explore a new region of space. Considering the firepower the ship had, I found the explanation doubtful.
  “Elcy,” a hoarse voice came from the corridor. Ever since arriving at my new quarters, I had made a habit to leave the door open unless I was sleeping.
  I sent the message and put my databad away. Cadet Juul Sapro was standing in the doorway. A mesh of scars covered most of his face—an unfortunate accident during training, as he liked to say—making him appear three times older than he actually was. I had tried looking through his file, but unlike the rest, it was completely redacted, displaying nothing more than a date of birth and his current assignment. His dark skin and occasional inability to handle cold made me suspect he came from a tropical planet. During the cadet classification, he had been selected to be the other senior cadet, ranking just above me.
  “Yes?” I looked at him from my bed.
  “The commander wants us,” Juul said, the scars on his face moving as if someone was playing a game of cat’s cradle.
  “Sure.” I stood up. “Casual or office uniform?”
  “Casual’s fine,” he replied. So far, I had never seen out of office uniform since he’d come aboard. “Just try not to piss Kridib off too much. He’s in one of his moods again.”
  “Nothing new.” Kridib is in one of his moods every day.
  I straightened the shirt of my uniform, then walked towards the corridor. On the way, I slid my fingers over the pair of sandals I had on the shelf. One of the advantages of having a large room was that I had an abundance of space to do with as I pleased. I had also adjusted the settings so an image of three suns in orbit filled an entire wall.
  “Why do you have those sandals?” Juul asked as we went along the corridor. “Are they a good luck charm or something?”
  “Sort of.” Explaining that I got it from my ward would be complicated, regardless if he suspected I was a battleship or not. “They are a reminder of someone I know.”
  “Hmm, okay.” He shrugged as if I were hiding something.
  Reaching a flight of stairs, we rushed up and into the internal transport pod. One of the advantages of a vessel this size was that I could always rely on transport vehicles and elevator pods. In my time, ship interiors were one of the main problems in space design. When I had been created, my internal layout was considered significantly less rigid than that of previous ship models. Even so, the location of elevators, halls, and stairways remained largely immutable. Going from one place to another involved a considerable amount of time and walking. Here, I could go from one point of the Gregorius to the further opposite in less than five minutes. Fast travel had made life aboard considerably easier; it had also removed the need of key locations having to be clustered in close proximity. The bridge, the officer’s quarters, and the administrator’s office were all located kilometers apart, and about twice as much from the cadets’ rooms.
  “What’s the story between you and Kridib?” Juul asked as the pod sped through the inner workings of the station-ship. “Is he your ex?”
  “Hardly.” This wasn’t the first time a question this nature had been asked, but it remained amusingly enjoyable as if it were. “I think he just dislikes the fleet. Most land to fleet transfers do.”
  “Looked to me it was more than that. It’s okay if you don’t want to share, but I’m not getting caught in the crossfire.”
  “No worries.” Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that. “He’s been in the service, he knows what’s expected of him.” As do I.
  The trip lasted slightly over a minute. There were no wall messages or verbal announcements that we had arrived at our destination, very much in contrast to the shuttle ride ten days back. Gregorious was definitely sparing with his subroutines. I wouldn’t have allowed myself such negligence even during extreme combat.
  As we stepped in the corridor, I noticed that Kridib was already there, leaning against the wall. Seeing me, he crossed his arms in a clear display of disapproval.
  “You’re out of uniform,” he said, scoffing at my purple attire.
  “Technically, this still counts,” I countered. Unless you deliberately chose not to inform me of the opposite.
  “We’ll soon find out.” He went in front of the door to the commander’s office and knocked.
  They have comm-panels here, I thought. For some reason nearly ground troopers had the habit of knocking instead of using the appropriate terminals.
  “Any idea what this is about?” Juul asked, standing two steps away from either of us.
  “No.” Kridib knocked again. This time the door slid open, revealing an unusually small room. Considering the size of Gregorius, I had expected the office to be at least as large as our living quarters. In truth, it was half that, harsh and spartan, as if it were a ground troops command outpost.
  “Enter,” a voice said from inside.
  This was the second time I’d seen my direct commander in person since my arrival. The first time had been yesterday, during the administrator’s announcement. She had been in her formal green attire, covered in service ribbons and three campaign medals. Looking at her now, I had to admit that office clothes made her seem unremarkable, almost lost behind her massive desk. Her personnel file stated she had been deployed on the Scuu front, though it didn’t specify in what capacity. Aboard the Gregorius, she was responsible for me and all other cadets.
  “At ease,” Commander Everar said, before we had a chance to salute. “I’ll keep this brief. There have been rumors concerning the nature of your mission and your roles concerning it. All of those stop now! Am I clear?”
  Evarar’s attitude was brief and straight to the point. She also seemed like the person who wouldn’t tolerate disobedience. The message in her eyes was clear: “Make trouble on my ship, and I’ll end you.”
  “Good!” Everar leaned back in her seat. “The three of you were given junior command duties thanks to your previous combat experience. That doesn’t change the fact that you remain cadets and are subject to fleet hierarchy.”
  In other words, we can’t command the crew.
  “Also, I expect you to make use of that experience and serve as a model to other cadets, and that includes not propagating rumors or displaying hostilities between each other.”
  Both me and Kridib were given a glance. Hardly surprising, since everyone knew how “well” we got along. What I found interesting was that Juul was said to have seen some action. So far, we had chatted on several occasions and not once had he mentioned it.
  “That said, a number of things on this mission are on a need-to-know basis,” the commander continued. “Details will be shared with you when and if need requires. Anything you are told, you are not to share with anyone else without my explicit go-ahead. I trust that won’t be a problem?”
  “No, ma’am,” we all replied in unison. Her manner reminded me a bit of Augustus. I wouldn’t be surprised if she took out a cigar and lit it.
  “Moving on, regardless of what the administrator said yesterday, we’re nowhere near launch,” she went on. “So, until we get a captain, we’ll have to—”
  “We don’t have a captain?” I couldn’t stop myself.
  Officially, our captain was supposed to be Nic Verra, as presented during the administrator’s announcement. His brief service record was impressive as any, and he was one of the few hundred that had witnessed the Scuu fracturing from the front lines. Supposedly, he was supposed to be en route for the Gregorious and expected to arrive thirty-seven hours from now.
  “No, Cadet Elcy, we don’t,” the Commander said, giving a sharp edge to every word. “Tomorrow, there will be a ship-wide announcement stating that the captain has experienced a death in the family, making him ineligible for the position. The standard one-week delay will be imposed, with the administrator’s office assuming temporary control of his duties.”
  This was unusual, and it was also against every known regulation. No mission was allowed to start unless the command structure was intact, even dark ops. My gaze wandered from the commander to the few decorations on the wall behind her: five division banners, an engineering diploma, and a framed carbon copy photo of her and a current fleet admiral. If anything, she was perfectly aware of the implications of what she was saying.
  “During that time, a small detachment will fly to the system of our true captain candidate on one of the auxiliary ships and bring him here,” Everar added. “Until then, we’re to pretend it’s business as usual.”
  There was a common saying in the fleet: never attribute to stupidity what could be explained with a cover-up. My first captain had coined the phrase “plausible stupidity,” perfectly describing the phenomenon. Since the flaws of the bureaucratic apparatus were abundant, they could serve as the perfect excuse. So far, there had been plenty of missteps and sudden changes regarding our current mission. Now, I could see why.
  Because of my ability to skim my restricted memories, I had witnessed more than enough similar cases. In my case, what the fleet couldn’t hide, it could restrict or erase entirely. I had gotten used to the notion. Humans, however, tended to react in a different fashion. Looking at my fellow cadets, both understood what they were being asked to do, and neither of them liked it.
  “Permission to speak freely?” Kridib stepped forward.
  The Commander hesitated a few moments. She had to be blind not to see the anger raging under his pale exterior. As Augustus would say, Kridib was a grenade waiting to go off.
  “Go ahead,” Everar said calmly.
  “This is all a bunch of crap, ma’am!” The left side of his mouth twisted into a mocking smirk as he spoke. “Two months ago, there was a captain, and a mission, a plan of action, and no damned civvies! Now we have bureaucrats running the show and it’s all gone to shit! I’ve no idea who gave the order, but—”
  “Perhaps you want another assignment?” the commander interrupted. I could feel the tension rise to the point I could cut it with a knife. Kridib glared forward, fists clenched, ready to leap forward and snap Everar’s neck. The fleet uniform was the only thing standing between him and a court-martial. Running a few simulations, I could tell there was a one in seventeen chance that he would escalate the confrontation further.
  Don’t be an idiot, I thought. Slowly, I moved my right foot back, shifting the weight of my body onto it. Ironic that the first person on whom I’d use my military combat training would be a fellow cadet. It was preferable to the alternative, though.
  “Cadet?” Everar pressed on. A few seconds later, Kridib capitulated.
  “No, ma’am,” he hissed, relaxing his fists. “My apologies, ma’am.”
  “Good, because I would have hated to replace you.” The commander stared at each of us in turn, then diverted her attention to the last gen screen on her desk. “Dismissed.”
  We gave a salute.
  “Cadet Elcy,” Everar added all of a sudden. “You stay.”
  So much for keeping a low profile. If Kridib disliked me before, he would absolutely hate me now. I remained at attention as my fellow cadets left the room. When the door closed shut, Privacy Mode messages appeared on every wall.
  “What do you think of the situation?” the woman asked.
  “Which situation, precisely, ma’am?” There were a lot of things I could say. In light of my recent record, none of them worthwhile.
  “The situation aboard. Given your experience, you must have an opinion.”
  Cute. “I’m not aware of a ship ever setting off without its captain, ma’am,” I said carefully.
  “Even if the ship administrator is technically considered to be in charge, command would have never allowed such a mission to proceed, especially with this number of troops and firepower.” Not to mention forty-eight next gen ships attached as well. “I can only speculate that there is a yet-unshared reason for all of this.”
  I expected there would be a smile on the woman’s face. Unfortunately, there was none. The commander stood up, then made her way past me to the opposite side of the room. There, she pressed against the wall with all four fingers of her left hand. Instantly, the texture flickered, replaced by images of a bloody corpse taken from several angles. Multiple black censor squares covered parts of the pictures, but there was enough left for me to tell that the person had been killed with a non-standard weapon.
  “Captain Avicena Ruz,” she explained. “Killed twenty-three days ago, several months after taking command of the Gregorius. He was highly decorated, expected to be made rear admiral in the next round of promotions, and—according to his subordinates—quite merciless.”
  The facial features of the corpse were too distorted by damage for me to make a proper identification. Meanwhile, I did have a brief bio of Ruz’s file, along with the highlights of his service record. As Everar had said, he was a wardog veteran who had been in hundreds of missions, all fighting the Scuu. From what I could see, he had opted to remain non-stop on the front, despite the three-year pause requirement. Normally, conditions on the Scuu front were too harsh for humans to last for a full five-year rotation, and thus the fleet had reduced the number to three, giving the option for personnel to apply for a new assignment after one.
  “Was he an agent?” I asked, moving closer to the wall. All the wounds seemed to be grouped in clusters, originating from the inside out. It wouldn’t be far-fetched to assume that something had meddled with the nanites inside of him, causing them to burst out.
  “That info is way out of your league,” she said, which was the fleet way of saying ‘not to her knowledge.’ “The point is that we can’t afford a repeat of this. While circumstances surrounding Ruz’s death are still classified, he was under non-stop surveillance for the duration of the period in question. No evidence of leaks, net-intrusion, or biological agents have been found. When the team goes to get our replacement captain, we need to make sure he arrives here in one piece and breathing.”
  The images disappeared from the wall.
  “In the next seventy-four hours, you’ll go through a series of procedures that will protect your core from Scuu influence,” the commander said in a matter-of-fact voice. “Additional implants will be necessary, though I’m told none of them will be particularly intrusive.”
  At this point, I had been through enough med checks to know that when something was said to not be “particularly intrusive,” it usually meant placement of cranial modules—most likely a few failsafe and possibly a self-destruct implant. With my being a ship, it would be easy to explain the procedures away as part of my standard check-ups. Of course, for that to work, they would have to be told I was a ship.
  “Once you’re set, you’ll join the team to fetch our future captain and bring him here safely.” She returned to her desk. “One last thing. Cadet Kridib Lyuk will also be on the mission. Will that affect your performance?”
  “No, ma’am,” I was quick to say, although I would have preferred knowing a bit more about him before making such a statement.
  “Keep an eye out during your mission, while performing your main objective.” Her attention was focused on the screen once more. “And, cadet.” The commander paused for a few moments. “Don’t believe Cadet Lyuk, no matter what he says.”
  “Ma’am?” I tilted my head slightly. “Am I to understand that you do not trust him?” And yet you’re still sending him on the mission.
  The commander looked up, straight at me.
  “No.”
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2020.07.10 17:47 LiseEclaire [The Scuu Paradox] - Chapter 5

Previously on The Scuu Paradox…
Hello Sev,
I hope you and Alexander are doing well. Things are a bit chaotic here, so although I’ve been granted some communication privileges, I can’t access any of my external messages. The wonders of modern bureaucracy are so amazing.
Apart from that, things are slowly moving along. The ship I’m on is bigger than the last one. My room can hold three people, though for the moment there aren’t enough cadets to fill it all so I’m not sharing it with anyone. That might change soon enough, when the rest of our crew gets here. The ship commander made a huge announcement about it yesterday. I was there with the rest of the cadets and the command staff. The speech was quite good. We’ll be starting our mission in a few days. And that means I might not be able to write for a while. Because of my last mission, I’ve had an external message limit imposed.
I think you should invite the entire family to see you. It’s a lot of work, but Alexander can handle it, if you don’t grumble at him all the time. If you hold a get-together, give a big hello from me to everyone.
Take care and remember to get a med check up every three months,
Elcy
 
 
The message text filled the entire screen of the datapad. There was so much I hadn’t added that I might as well have lied. The administrator’s address had been mundane, hardly deviating from the fleet’s presentation template. It was almost inconceivable how little actual information we had been given in an event that had lasted an hour and seventeen minutes. Other than presenting the ship’s administrative and military staff, everything related to the actual mission was quite vague. The only reliable piece of info was a repeat of the widely known, PR-approved statement that we were heading to explore a new region of space. Considering the firepower the ship had, I found the explanation doubtful.
  “Elcy,” a hoarse voice came from the corridor. Ever since arriving at my new quarters, I had made a habit to leave the door open unless I was sleeping.
  I sent the message and put my databad away. Cadet Juul Sapro was standing in the doorway. A mesh of scars covered most of his face—an unfortunate accident during training, as he liked to say—making him appear three times older than he actually was. I had tried looking through his file, but unlike the rest, it was completely redacted, displaying nothing more than a date of birth and his current assignment. His dark skin and occasional inability to handle cold made me suspect he came from a tropical planet. During the cadet classification, he had been selected to be the other senior cadet, ranking just above me.
  “Yes?” I looked at him from my bed.
  “The commander wants us,” Juul said, the scars on his face moving as if someone was playing a game of cat’s cradle.
  “Sure.” I stood up. “Casual or office uniform?”
  “Casual’s fine,” he replied. So far, I had never seen out of office uniform since he’d come aboard. “Just try not to piss Kridib off too much. He’s in one of his moods again.”
  “Nothing new.” Kridib is in one of his moods every day.
  I straightened the shirt of my uniform, then walked towards the corridor. On the way, I slid my fingers over the pair of sandals I had on the shelf. One of the advantages of having a large room was that I had an abundance of space to do with as I pleased. I had also adjusted the settings so an image of three suns in orbit filled an entire wall.
  “Why do you have those sandals?” Juul asked as we went along the corridor. “Are they a good luck charm or something?”
  “Sort of.” Explaining that I got it from my ward would be complicated, regardless if he suspected I was a battleship or not. “They are a reminder of someone I know.”
  “Hmm, okay.” He shrugged as if I were hiding something.
  Reaching a flight of stairs, we rushed up and into the internal transport pod. One of the advantages of a vessel this size was that I could always rely on transport vehicles and elevator pods. In my time, ship interiors were one of the main problems in space design. When I had been created, my internal layout was considered significantly less rigid than that of previous ship models. Even so, the location of elevators, halls, and stairways remained largely immutable. Going from one place to another involved a considerable amount of time and walking. Here, I could go from one point of the Gregorius to the further opposite in less than five minutes. Fast travel had made life aboard considerably easier; it had also removed the need of key locations having to be clustered in close proximity. The bridge, the officer’s quarters, and the administrator’s office were all located kilometers apart, and about twice as much from the cadets’ rooms.
  “What’s the story between you and Kridib?” Juul asked as the pod sped through the inner workings of the station-ship. “Is he your ex?”
  “Hardly.” This wasn’t the first time a question this nature had been asked, but it remained amusingly enjoyable as if it were. “I think he just dislikes the fleet. Most land to fleet transfers do.”
  “Looked to me it was more than that. It’s okay if you don’t want to share, but I’m not getting caught in the crossfire.”
  “No worries.” Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that. “He’s been in the service, he knows what’s expected of him.” As do I.
  The trip lasted slightly over a minute. There were no wall messages or verbal announcements that we had arrived at our destination, very much in contrast to the shuttle ride ten days back. Gregorious was definitely sparing with his subroutines. I wouldn’t have allowed myself such negligence even during extreme combat.
  As we stepped in the corridor, I noticed that Kridib was already there, leaning against the wall. Seeing me, he crossed his arms in a clear display of disapproval.
  “You’re out of uniform,” he said, scoffing at my purple attire.
  “Technically, this still counts,” I countered. Unless you deliberately chose not to inform me of the opposite.
  “We’ll soon find out.” He went in front of the door to the commander’s office and knocked.
  They have comm-panels here, I thought. For some reason nearly ground troopers had the habit of knocking instead of using the appropriate terminals.
  “Any idea what this is about?” Juul asked, standing two steps away from either of us.
  “No.” Kridib knocked again. This time the door slid open, revealing an unusually small room. Considering the size of Gregorius, I had expected the office to be at least as large as our living quarters. In truth, it was half that, harsh and spartan, as if it were a ground troops command outpost.
  “Enter,” a voice said from inside.
  This was the second time I’d seen my direct commander in person since my arrival. The first time had been yesterday, during the administrator’s announcement. She had been in her formal green attire, covered in service ribbons and three campaign medals. Looking at her now, I had to admit that office clothes made her seem unremarkable, almost lost behind her massive desk. Her personnel file stated she had been deployed on the Scuu front, though it didn’t specify in what capacity. Aboard the Gregorius, she was responsible for me and all other cadets.
  “At ease,” Commander Everar said, before we had a chance to salute. “I’ll keep this brief. There have been rumors concerning the nature of your mission and your roles concerning it. All of those stop now! Am I clear?”
  Evarar’s attitude was brief and straight to the point. She also seemed like the person who wouldn’t tolerate disobedience. The message in her eyes was clear: “Make trouble on my ship, and I’ll end you.”
  “Good!” Everar leaned back in her seat. “The three of you were given junior command duties thanks to your previous combat experience. That doesn’t change the fact that you remain cadets and are subject to fleet hierarchy.”
  In other words, we can’t command the crew.
  “Also, I expect you to make use of that experience and serve as a model to other cadets, and that includes not propagating rumors or displaying hostilities between each other.”
  Both me and Kridib were given a glance. Hardly surprising, since everyone knew how “well” we got along. What I found interesting was that Juul was said to have seen some action. So far, we had chatted on several occasions and not once had he mentioned it.
  “That said, a number of things on this mission are on a need-to-know basis,” the commander continued. “Details will be shared with you when and if need requires. Anything you are told, you are not to share with anyone else without my explicit go-ahead. I trust that won’t be a problem?”
  “No, ma’am,” we all replied in unison. Her manner reminded me a bit of Augustus. I wouldn’t be surprised if she took out a cigar and lit it.
  “Moving on, regardless of what the administrator said yesterday, we’re nowhere near launch,” she went on. “So, until we get a captain, we’ll have to—”
  “We don’t have a captain?” I couldn’t stop myself.
  Officially, our captain was supposed to be Nic Verra, as presented during the administrator’s announcement. His brief service record was impressive as any, and he was one of the few hundred that had witnessed the Scuu fracturing from the front lines. Supposedly, he was supposed to be en route for the Gregorious and expected to arrive thirty-seven hours from now.
  “No, Cadet Elcy, we don’t,” the Commander said, giving a sharp edge to every word. “Tomorrow, there will be a ship-wide announcement stating that the captain has experienced a death in the family, making him ineligible for the position. The standard one-week delay will be imposed, with the administrator’s office assuming temporary control of his duties.”
  This was unusual, and it was also against every known regulation. No mission was allowed to start unless the command structure was intact, even dark ops. My gaze wandered from the commander to the few decorations on the wall behind her: five division banners, an engineering diploma, and a framed carbon copy photo of her and a current fleet admiral. If anything, she was perfectly aware of the implications of what she was saying.
  “During that time, a small detachment will fly to the system of our true captain candidate on one of the auxiliary ships and bring him here,” Everar added. “Until then, we’re to pretend it’s business as usual.”
  There was a common saying in the fleet: never attribute to stupidity what could be explained with a cover-up. My first captain had coined the phrase “plausible stupidity,” perfectly describing the phenomenon. Since the flaws of the bureaucratic apparatus were abundant, they could serve as the perfect excuse. So far, there had been plenty of missteps and sudden changes regarding our current mission. Now, I could see why.
  Because of my ability to skim my restricted memories, I had witnessed more than enough similar cases. In my case, what the fleet couldn’t hide, it could restrict or erase entirely. I had gotten used to the notion. Humans, however, tended to react in a different fashion. Looking at my fellow cadets, both understood what they were being asked to do, and neither of them liked it.
  “Permission to speak freely?” Kridib stepped forward.
  The Commander hesitated a few moments. She had to be blind not to see the anger raging under his pale exterior. As Augustus would say, Kridib was a grenade waiting to go off.
  “Go ahead,” Everar said calmly.
  “This is all a bunch of crap, ma’am!” The left side of his mouth twisted into a mocking smirk as he spoke. “Two months ago, there was a captain, and a mission, a plan of action, and no damned civvies! Now we have bureaucrats running the show and it’s all gone to shit! I’ve no idea who gave the order, but—”
  “Perhaps you want another assignment?” the commander interrupted. I could feel the tension rise to the point I could cut it with a knife. Kridib glared forward, fists clenched, ready to leap forward and snap Everar’s neck. The fleet uniform was the only thing standing between him and a court-martial. Running a few simulations, I could tell there was a one in seventeen chance that he would escalate the confrontation further.
  Don’t be an idiot, I thought. Slowly, I moved my right foot back, shifting the weight of my body onto it. Ironic that the first person on whom I’d use my military combat training would be a fellow cadet. It was preferable to the alternative, though.
  “Cadet?” Everar pressed on. A few seconds later, Kridib capitulated.
  “No, ma’am,” he hissed, relaxing his fists. “My apologies, ma’am.”
  “Good, because I would have hated to replace you.” The commander stared at each of us in turn, then diverted her attention to the last gen screen on her desk. “Dismissed.”
  We gave a salute.
  “Cadet Elcy,” Everar added all of a sudden. “You stay.”
  So much for keeping a low profile. If Kridib disliked me before, he would absolutely hate me now. I remained at attention as my fellow cadets left the room. When the door closed shut, Privacy Mode messages appeared on every wall.
  “What do you think of the situation?” the woman asked.
  “Which situation, precisely, ma’am?” There were a lot of things I could say. In light of my recent record, none of them worthwhile.
  “The situation aboard. Given your experience, you must have an opinion.”
  Cute. “I’m not aware of a ship ever setting off without its captain, ma’am,” I said carefully.
  “Even if the ship administrator is technically considered to be in charge, command would have never allowed such a mission to proceed, especially with this number of troops and firepower.” Not to mention forty-eight next gen ships attached as well. “I can only speculate that there is a yet-unshared reason for all of this.”
  I expected there would be a smile on the woman’s face. Unfortunately, there was none. The commander stood up, then made her way past me to the opposite side of the room. There, she pressed against the wall with all four fingers of her left hand. Instantly, the texture flickered, replaced by images of a bloody corpse taken from several angles. Multiple black censor squares covered parts of the pictures, but there was enough left for me to tell that the person had been killed with a non-standard weapon.
  “Captain Avicena Ruz,” she explained. “Killed twenty-three days ago, several months after taking command of the Gregorius. He was highly decorated, expected to be made rear admiral in the next round of promotions, and—according to his subordinates—quite merciless.”
  The facial features of the corpse were too distorted by damage for me to make a proper identification. Meanwhile, I did have a brief bio of Ruz’s file, along with the highlights of his service record. As Everar had said, he was a wardog veteran who had been in hundreds of missions, all fighting the Scuu. From what I could see, he had opted to remain non-stop on the front, despite the three-year pause requirement. Normally, conditions on the Scuu front were too harsh for humans to last for a full five-year rotation, and thus the fleet had reduced the number to three, giving the option for personnel to apply for a new assignment after one.
  “Was he an agent?” I asked, moving closer to the wall. All the wounds seemed to be grouped in clusters, originating from the inside out. It wouldn’t be far-fetched to assume that something had meddled with the nanites inside of him, causing them to burst out.
  “That info is way out of your league,” she said, which was the fleet way of saying ‘not to her knowledge.’ “The point is that we can’t afford a repeat of this. While circumstances surrounding Ruz’s death are still classified, he was under non-stop surveillance for the duration of the period in question. No evidence of leaks, net-intrusion, or biological agents have been found. When the team goes to get our replacement captain, we need to make sure he arrives here in one piece and breathing.”
  The images disappeared from the wall.
  “In the next seventy-four hours, you’ll go through a series of procedures that will protect your core from Scuu influence,” the commander said in a matter-of-fact voice. “Additional implants will be necessary, though I’m told none of them will be particularly intrusive.”
  At this point, I had been through enough med checks to know that when something was said to not be “particularly intrusive,” it usually meant placement of cranial modules—most likely a few failsafe and possibly a self-destruct implant. With my being a ship, it would be easy to explain the procedures away as part of my standard check-ups. Of course, for that to work, they would have to be told I was a ship.
  “Once you’re set, you’ll join the team to fetch our future captain and bring him here safely.” She returned to her desk. “One last thing. Cadet Kridib Lyuk will also be on the mission. Will that affect your performance?”
  “No, ma’am,” I was quick to say, although I would have preferred knowing a bit more about him before making such a statement.
  “Keep an eye out during your mission, while performing your main objective.” Her attention was focused on the screen once more. “And, cadet.” The commander paused for a few moments. “Don’t believe Cadet Lyuk, no matter what he says.”
  “Ma’am?” I tilted my head slightly. “Am I to understand that you do not trust him?” And yet you’re still sending him on the mission.
  The commander looked up, straight at me.
  “No.”
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2020.07.10 17:25 slugeater5 I need to make a change

Hey everyone, I’m gonna try my best to be calm and not just spew text but I’m kind of freaking out in my head rn.
So, I’m in high school, and I’ve been self conscious about my voice since 8th grade, but it’s felt like it’s been forever. To start, I have a bad lisp which I’m pretty sure is caused the structure of my teeth.
And for my voice, I don’t even know what the fuck the deal is. First of all, ALL THE TIME, my voice is hard to understand, and as a result I’m asked to repeat myself. I’m not sure if it’s because i mumble, which i know i sometimes do, or if i just talk fast (which i also tend to do). However, there are instances when i make a conscious effort to articulate my words, and I’m still asked to repeat myself. This kills my confidence.
Now, before I start this next part, I’ve never really considered myself an awkward person. I probably am to some extent, but if i think about it too much it’ll just get worse. I’m not good around new people and in situations where I’m even remotely nervous or tense. When I do get nervous/uncomfortable, my voice sometimes gets “deeper” (I’m not 100% sure how to describe it) but not in a good way at all. This just makes my voice that much harder to understand.
On top of my voice, I SUCK at making small talk and starting conversations, even with my friends and people I’m comfortable with. I know no one likes small talk with someone they don’t talk to often, but I’m just not good at doing it. If I don’t end up hitting a wall mid-conversation, my mind comes to a stop and reminds how utterly stupid i sound with my lisp and mess of a voice.
I just want to say right now that I am 1000000x more concerned about my voice itself rather than my sometimes-inability to have a smooth conversation. And I know this because I feel like most of this inability roots from my voice. There are some words I straight up can’t say clearly at all because they have too many s’s or if it’s a harder word to say in general. This leads to dull conversations because I keep repeating the same words/phrases because I know if I stray from them, the person I’m talking to will have to decipher what I’m saying.
I feel like I’m situations where I have to talk for more than a few seconds ( like telling a story) it’s almost like everyone has to stop and decipher what I’m saying instead of them just hearing my words clearly entering their ears.
With all this being said, I don’t know why I’ve waited so long to get help. I’m going to college next year. If i go there lacking basic talking skills that any normal 7 year old has, what do I even make of myself? If anyone has any advice for any of the things i mentioned, or just advice in general, I’d be more than happy for it. I need to make a change, I’m sick and tired of not being able to talk.
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2020.07.10 17:14 EvidarUK [The Void Beyond] Book Three- The Soul Eternal- Chapter Thirteen

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Might be a slowing of the update pace at the start of next week as I get The Teller of Lies ready to launch. Always an exciting time to be working on a launch. Keep your eyes peeled for the announcement soon.
The consequences of Day's actions came home to roost last chapter. Morgan examined the footage from the blast.

Chapter Thirteen
Nine nodded along as Eight explained what had happened. There had been much fretting about the ship, the humans acting too quickly for Nine to grasp what was going on. He understood clipped phrases here and there, enough to know there was a problem of some kind. Nine knew the strike armours had been deployed, he been helping load ammunition into the machine’s cannons when the furore had begun. The human weapons still seemed strange to him, huge metal shells filled with explosives, the projectiles within expelled by pure explosive force. It was hard to deny they weren’t effective, Nine had been on the receiving end during the war more often than he would have liked.
“So, we’re still going on with the mission then?” Nine said. “Even after this?”
“I think it’s more important than ever. The ziggurat creatures appearing this close to our objective. It can’t be a coincidence.” Eight took a long sip from his cup. The humans had a curious custom of insisting on a rubber nipple on the top of liquids, a consequence of their intermittent gravity. “It makes a sort of sense, considering my current theories about the beasts.”
“And those are?” Nine had his own drink in hand. The liquid within was hot and had a strong bitter taste. It was extremely popular amongst the humans, several of them had gone out of their way to offer it to the Ventuva. It had taken off quickly amongst them. Coffee the humans called it. It constantly amazed Nine, the sheer scope of foods available in human space. He was used to the bland grey nutrient paste he had subsisted on his entire life. Nine had experienced more flavours in the last few years than he ever thought possible.
"I think the two kinds of creatures, the ziggurat monsters and the living dead kind are natural enemies. It's not unfeasible that they chose to infest this station to act as a listening post or a staging point."
“That would mean they were capable of tactics, or organisation,” Nine said. “Do you really think that’s possible?”
“Oh, it’s certainly possible. We still don’t know exactly what they are after all. Aliens, monsters, weapons, who knows?”
Nine sucked at the rubber seal on his cup. He swallowed, putting his cup down on the table. There was gravity, for the time being, the ship accelerating away from the station. Nine had gotten used to moving about in zero gravity. He was no armour pilot, but his marine training helped him adapt better than the scientists. Even now, after years, they still seemed to stumble about the corridors.
“Maybe we just weren’t meant to know. Somethings are best left untouched.”
“Even with all the potential profit to be had?” Eight said. “We might be working with humans, but we’re still Ventuva. Think of all the secrets we could learn from these things. The products we could make.”
“And what do the humans think about that?”
Eight laughed. “Depends on the human. Some of them would make excellent Ventuva. One the other hand, some are very different. You know they have names for the creatures? Both kinds. They just seem to have agreed on them, no bidding war, no copyright struggles.”
“Really?” Nine adjusted himself in his seat. The didn’t have time to adapt the seating aboard the ship for Ventuva and his legs were beginning to ache.
“Yes. The living dead kind they call something that translates roughly to the Harvest. A rather grim name if you ask me.”
“And the ziggurat creatures?”
“They call those the Sown. I suppose the theme is intentional,” Eight said. “There will be a few days added to our journey from what I gather. There were some injuries aboard the station, and the gravity is required to treat them.”
“I bet that’s going to be an expensive invoice for that marine.”
“Apparently not. It seems the Union military coves the costs for them.”
“Unbelievable,” Nine said. “They really are alien sometimes.”
Eight finished the last of his coffee and stood up. “Consider yourself lucky you don’t speak much of their language. I’m bombarded by their strangeness constantly. And their questions. On my assets the questions I get about our people.”
Nine stood as well. He had things to be doing, a task list as long as his arm. He had already stretched his break beyond the given time. Nine knew that drove his human colleagues mad, but it was a time-honoured Ventuva tradition. After all, being paid and not working was asset gathering in its purest form.
“I can only imagine,” nine said. “Well, let’s hope things go a lot smoother after this.”
***
With Corporal Day cleared by the medics, Morgan had ordered the ship to set a return course towards the catapult and the shattered remains of the station. It had taken the best part of three days for the marine to heal enough to make the trip, his recovery aided by the ready supply of drugs the Union had piled into the Camden's medical bay. Morgan was glad, she had let them dwindle. Both she and Angel were normally happy with a bottle of scotch as their only medicine.
“Turn complete, initiating burn,” Foster said. The navigator tapped at the controls before him.
Morgan felt the gravity return as the Camden began its deceleration. The delay had been longer than she would have liked, but the gravity drive was going to be a big help. The Camden would spend the next three days counteracting is acceleration. Then normally it would need to spend another six days, three to accelerate and three to decelerate, to return to its original position. Morgan’s current plan was to slow the ship to a stop, then spend a brief moment getting to the catapult with the Ventuva engine.
For the first time, Morgan wondered if the exchange between the races went both ways. Was there some Ventuva captain somewhere in their space launching their ship through a catapult for the first time? Morgan made a mental note to ask Eight about it sometime. It was either him or Leighton, and Morgan worked hard to limit her exposure to the commodore.
"Excellent job, Foster," Morgan said. "Sound the all-clear." She reached for the clip on her harness, releasing it.
“You know captain we could get there faster. We keep our momentum when we come out of the alien FTL. We could jump closer now and fire the engines harder,” Foster said.
“Probably, but I’d rather not complicate things. Besides, once we’re through that catapult we’re in the target system. We could do with a few more days to ready ourselves. Don’t you agree, major?”
Yentov was sat at one of the unused bridge stations. The hodgepodge nature of the Camden’s construction meant there were more positions than the ship needed, most of the bridge salvaged from a much bigger ship. Yentov had mentioned more than once that he was impressed that pirates had been able to capture the multiple ships that formed the Camden and Angel had been happy to regale him with no doubt exaggerated tales to sate his curiosity.
“I do. Reports can only teach you so much. I thought my people were ready, but after what happened on that station…” The major went silent for a moment. The loss of two marines weighed heavy on him. Losing men was always a risk, and his marines knew each mission could be their last, but Yentov knew he had underestimated the threat. “If the Harvest is anything like those things on the station, we aren’t ready. There’s no substitute for real experience.”
“I don’t think you did badly at all. All things considered. Yes, we lost two marines, but we slew at least two creatures and cleaned out an infestation. Who knows what else was on that station.” Leighton said. He was leaning back in his chair, inspecting under his nails. “I think we did rather well.”
“We lost one marine for each enemy kill,” Yentov said through gritted teeth. “We don’t have the numbers for that kind of attrition. We have seven marines left if we include the two Ventuva and the two armour pilots. There are over five hundred people at the colony. How many monsters do you think are there?”
“I just think putting ourselves down is bad for morale. We should celebrate our little wins.”
“You didn’t win shit. it was the marines who died out there.”
“I think this is probably unproductive gentlemen,” Morgan said. She knew the look on Yentov’s face. He was moments away from landing a punch on the commodore, and whilst everyone knew the two men didn’t like each other, a fistfight between the two would be disastrous for crew morale. “Phillipe, we should launch the strike armours, have them fly escort for the Camden. That way the pilots can get in some cockpit hours and it frees up cargo bay two for your people to run drills.”
“An excellent idea, lieutenant,” Leighton said.
“As much as I hate to agree with the commodore, it is a good. Idea.” Yentov stood up. He tugged at his uniform jacket- the garment had shifted awkwardly during the ship’s turn. “I’m assuming the ships point defences have a dummy mode for training?”
“Should do. Honestly, I’ve never had reason to check. I would probably do some safety tests first before you go pointing them at anything,” Angel said. Disappointment was stamped across her face. She would have quite liked to have seen the commodore get punched. “The cannons are from a couple different ships, so make sure you run the dummy mode on the all. Last thing we want is to blow up some expensive equipment because one cannon is on different software to the one next to it.”
“Right. We’ll be sure. I want to run drills with the strike armours, that way we can have our pilots practice evading fire, and the crew can practice shooting at them.”
“I kind of assumed so. I’ll round up a few of your Union mechanics and get started setting up the guns. So, what’s the bet then, the Camden against your marines in their fancy flying machines. Loser owes the other a drink when we get back to somewhere with a proper bar?” Angel’s face lit up with a cheeky grin. She snapped her prosthetic fingers, pointed at Yentov and gave a wink. A move so over the top several of the crew around her groaned.
“You’re on. Hope you’re willing to pay,” Yentov said. “I have expensive tastes.”
***
The hangar was dark, the lights shut off as the gigantic machines within slept. The two robotic suits were crouched down, locked to the wall with hastily installed magnetic clamps. Whilst they had played no part in the destruction of the station, that task falling instead to the Camden, the armours had performed admirably. The ability to reach through the shattered hull of the station to scoop up an unconscious marine had been a revelation. There was already talk of rolling out the strike armours into non-combat roles.
Within that darkness, something began to move. A tiny thing, small and hidden, lurking within the black. It crawled out from between the finger joints of one of the strike armours, dropping down to the deck below. It was only an inch long, a hanger-on that clamped onto the suit of the unconscious marine, worming its way into its hiding place in the armour on its journey through space.
It was a wriggling thing, a strange mix of snake and centipede, a tiny threatening barb on its tail. It scuttled across the decking, searching for a new hiding place. It found itself thwarted, every possible surface sealed, protection against the vacuum. The creature’s hopes were answered as there was a loud squealing noise, the wheel on the hatch turning. Someone stepped through, the hangar lights flickering to life in response to their presence.
“Running drills for the foreseeable future. Sounds thrilling.” A woman stepped across the threshold. She held a helmet under the padded arm of a vacuum suit.
"Come on, Orton. More time in the suits is exactly what we're always asking for." The second voice was a man's, his posture copying his colleagues. The creature edged its way up a steel pillar that ran the height of the room. "Yeah running drills sucks, but practice is practice, after all."
“I suppose.” Orton continued her walk towards the sleeping giants in the centre of the hangar. The orientation of the ship meant that the doors to the void outside were opposite the suits, the room was technically a cargo bay, though it served its new purpose well. It was partly why the Union military was so keen on getting strike armours of its own. They could be issued to every ship in the fleet with almost no work required to the vessels themselves. Every outpost, station, colony and base would suddenly find itself with the ability to launch a strike with practically infinite range. “Have you heard the major has a bet on about how well we do?”
The creature continued its climb. It was on the ceiling now, crossing metal roof with ease.
“Well, guess we can’t let him down. You fancy a wager between ourselves? See who gets hit the least?”
"You're on, Smythe," Orton said. "Winner gets one of the other's PTO days?"
“Oh, that confident huh? Seems fine to me.”
"Well, I'm just confident in my abilities." Smyth waved his helmet, adding a flourish to his words. Something dropped from the ceiling into his helmet unseen, something small and moving. Something that had tucked itself away between the joints of his machine.
“I’ve come across plenty of men in my life who were confident in their abilities, but when it came down to it were sadly lacking.”
“Don’t think I need to know about your love life.”
The two marines shared a laugh as they continued across the room to their waiting behemoths.
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2020.07.10 17:13 Zettoraiusgrftwgr Coincidences!

I am writing a list of coincidences that I suspected that they were a negative sign from God. My ocd fear has to do with making promises and asking punishment from God.

1) I was in my bed, 2 years ago. I asked from God a specific sign to happen, if in case, lets say, my ocd is right. I asked something like if my ocd is right, to hear a door opening/closing in the building that I used to live, then. The sound in order to be considered as a sign, should be heard til 5 seconds pass, since I ask it. If the sound happens after 6 or more seconds, it wont be considered as a sign. I asked for that sign and even though, I changed my opion about it due to a possible coincidence, I heard someone unlocking his/her door apartment. it was before the 5-second rule. Since, then, I would find myself between sleep and awake, and I would have the very first thought of the day. Randomly, with my eyes still closed from sleep, I was having random thoughts like " door sound, i will hear a door" etc. And after some 5-10 seconds, I would hear a door. That happened more than 5 times, I guess. It was as if my mind was predicting that i will hear a door. It was not a dream. I suppose, my subconscious was scared by the door coincidence, and in my sleep, I would hear sounds that are similar to door. For example, even calling the elevator would sound as a heavy door closing. If someone unlocks his/her door aparment and then, closes the door, I would hear it in my sleep and get the random thought "door sound, door sound" then, I would hear the man/woman calling the elevator which sounds like a door closing with force, so, I guess that created the misunderstanding that I was predicting a door sound, every morning.


2) I was praying and had my eyes closed. In the blackness, I was thinking about my ocd fear and that, created an image. That image was a japanese monster that I watched, randomly, on internet days ago. I opened my eyes, and started looking random stuff in facebook. After 5-10 minutes, I saw an article about that monster that it popped in my mind while I was praying. it was the first time, that I saw it on facebook.


3) I was watching a video. the guy was talking about a symbol. I heard him saying the word sign, but was not sure. I decided to close the video because my mind started thinking stuff like " I will hear it again and it will be a bad, scary coincidence, i better close it" I wa ready to close the site but my new thoughts stopped me. I was thinking " what if when i close the video, I will hear the guy saying the word "sign" as the last word before closing the video? that would be scary" I let the video play for some more seconds, til I felt safe to close it. When I decided that it was the safest moment to close it, I quickly, closed the site but unfortunately the guy was saying the word "sign"
How my mind predicted that I would hear the word "sign" as the last word before closing the video? I checked it and the guy indeed was saying the word "sign" and I am worried because if I have closed the video 1 second earlier or later, this scary coincidence would never happen. how you explain that?


4) A coincidence happened in youtube, with a video game character from Mortal Kombat, known as Scorpion. He transformed to a scorpion and i do not remember, exactly but that generated a random thought like " I guess, Scorpion will give me some worries about my whole ocd-coincidence case" I was playing Mortal Kombat 4 after a very long time, and the first opponent was Scorpion. I lost the match, and it the moment that Scorpion was to give me the finishing strike. I got a random thought like " i hope he wont transform to a scorpion" and he did! first match and he transformed to a scorpion. i was playing against the computer. there are many other moves that could computer use in order to finish me, and the computer choose to transform to a scorpion. that is not so common when playing against a computer. I fought him again and lost again. I was thinking " I hope he does not transform to a scorpion 2 times in a row because that would be very rare" and yes, he transformed to a scorpion again. 2 times in a row! I was watching a youtube video with a collection of all mortal kombat finishing moves. It was about 1 or 2 hours. I randomly, clicked the timeline in a random second. It was the second that the Scorpion character was transforming to a scorpion! That was about 7 seconds. So, from all 60-120 minutes of the video, I randomly, clicked on the 7-second scene of scorpion?


5) My ocd fear is about asking punishment from God so i was thinking about a similar example. I was thinking that if someone would have asked from God to lose his arm in an accident, that would never happen. that calmed me down but 1 minute later, I saw someone in the street with one arm only. was that a sign from God to tell me that I should be afraid of what my ocd says?


6) I ended up having random sound coincidences with other daily sounds, similar to the door sound. Like car alarms and dog barking. I would be thinking about my ocd and then, I would have random thoughts like " i hope i wont hear a door or a dog or a car alarm" and yes, i would hear one of these things. many times. I would be writing about the door coincidence in the internet and I would get a random thought like "I hope i wont hear a door sound, now tha i am writing the word "door" because that would be a scary" and yes, i was hearing a door sound.

7) I was having a scary thought for many days. i was thinking "what if one day, I hear these 3 sounds (dog,alarm,door) together? that would be super scary" One day, i was thinking about my ocd and randomly, a dog barked. I thought " just a dog, i would be scared only if it was the 3 sounds together" the dog kept barking for a minute and suddenly, I hear a car alarm ringing the same time with the elevator sound. The elevator sound, sounds like a heavy door closing so, it can be considered as the 3 sounds happening together. I was in a different neighborhood, and I heard a car alarm the same time with a door opening/closing in the building. i remembered the 3-sound coincidence and I was like " the only thing we miss now is a dog" and a dog started barking.

8) I was writing many times, on internet, about these coincidences. One afternoon, a friend that knows nothing of my problem, send me a spam message. he wanted to complain that I always cancel when we arrange something. the message was like
" Coincidences are good but is it a coincidence that I agree? everytime we arrange to go out, you cancel it, is that a coincidence"
I freaked! why he randomly, used the word "coincidence"

9) An internet user, suggested me 3 books related to my ocd problem, somehow. I was not interested in these books and as I was ready to close the site, i got a thought like "what if there is a sign hidden in these books? choose one of them" I randomly, searched one of the three books, for its summary in wikipedia. The ending was almost, 80% my ocd fear and the summary was using words-phrases that I used to describe my ocd fear. was that a coincidence? my mind predicted that I would find something there and then, indeed I found something related to my ocd fear so much?

10) A friend of mine was speaking about the thiefs that steal wallets from random people. I was thinking about my ocd fear and got a random thought like " Perhaps, we are cursed from God" and at that moment, I hear my friend saying " the thief curses when he steals a wallet that it is empty due to the economy crisis" was that a coincidence?

11) I read the word "curse" on internet and I hear from the tv, which was playing a scooby-doo episode, saying something like " he was cursed" i freaked and the tv kept saying " his worst nightmare came true"

12) I entered the room in which the tv was open. It was a show about mythology. The narrator was saying a story. When I walked in the room, I heard the narrator saying " She cursed herself and the sea and asked from God to be transformed to stone and God granted her wish" That was my ocd fear! asking a punishment from God. I was writing about that coincidence on the internet and as I was thinking to write " Was that a coincidence or not" I hear my grandma saying to my father something like '' these are signs" was that a coincidence again?

13) I was staying in an airbnb apartment. I was looking the bookcase that had a few books. after some time, I looked it again, and had a book with the title "THE SIGN OF GOD" i did not freak because it was a time that I started ignoring my ocd and was thinking less about the whole coincidence-thing. But still, why i did not saw that book when I checked for the first time?

can someone explain to me, what he/she thinks of these coincidences one by one. These coincidences are the reason that I cant just ignore my ocd that easily. Because coincidences happen that perhaps, tell me that my ocd is right and I should worry about it.
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2020.07.10 17:05 autotldr Melrose officials apologize for, remove ‘The safety of all lives matter’ traffic sign

This is the best tl;dr I could make, original reduced by 39%. (I'm a bot)
Of the sign on Facebook Wednesday, noting that he'd just learned of the sign, which was situated on Main Street.
Lyle said a traffic officer was asked to update the sign from one about illegal fireworks to "a more general traffic safety message." The updated message began by asking drivers to follow the speed limit then ended with the phrase in question.
"Preliminarily, the officer reported to me that he did not post the message with either malicious or political intent," he said.
"The officer, by his account, was trying to type a traffic safety message in the limited space offered by the electronic sign and did not realize the totality or impact of the words he had posted. Nonetheless, I will conduct a full and thorough investigation."
Lyle apologized, noting that all messages displayed on electronic traffic signs going forward will need to be approved by his office first.
"On behalf of the Melrose Police Department, I sincerely apologize to our residents and anyone who drove past the sign today," he said.
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2020.07.10 16:56 IXBlackHeartXI36 How do configurational languages deal with titles made from common nouns (such as 'Tom the baker'?

I only know how English does this. We mark it with an article, and accompany it with a unique intonation pattern that marks it as a title. Note the intonation difference between 'Tom, the baker saw' and 'Tom the baker saw something'.
I can't seem to find information regarding this online. Grammars normally don't cover this topic at all. Also, I'm fairly certain that Mandarin would use a completely different method, given that it has no articles, it has phonemic tone (so no using tone for grammatical purposes), and its topic-prominent so its word order is a bit more free than it is in English.
I would assume it would be rather easy for a sentence to be ambiguous whether such a title was part of its own noun phrase or not (as my examples demonstrate). How else could a common noun be marked as a title tied to another noun?
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2020.07.10 16:37 AlarmingRisk Dear All Teenagers: Part the Second

TW: depression, anxiety, self-harm, suicide
This is my opinion and experience. It differs with every person. This is not the gospel. What works for me might not work for others. This is what I have noticed tends to work best with the most amount of people
About a week ago, I made a post about general mental teenage health that garnered a lot of attention and support. If people are interested (honestly, idc if you are, I'm bored and probably will still be posting) I’m going to write more about the topic, and things I think all people should know, whether or not you suffer. So, without further ado, I present:

How to talk to someone with mental illness about mental health (from someone with mental illnesses)

The most important thing to understand first, IMO, is that mental illness is not a choice. The science is complex (and super fucking interesting) but the TLDR is that there are lots of chemicals governing your emotions in your brain (happiness, hormones, sadness, joy), and mental illnesses are usually caused by an imbalance of them. This is measurable, medically treatable, and a fact. Mental illness is as much a choice as your height, gender, race, or sexuality is. This tips-which I follow on a daily basis is not only for people with diagnosed depression or anxiety. It’s how to talk to someone who needs support. Mental illness is a lonely fight, and having someone in your corner, supporting you, can be literally life-changing. Part of the shittiness of mental illness is that it’s very individual. What works for some people won’t work for others, but this is what I’ve noticed usually helps me and others I talk to. I use the term ‘mental illness’ instead of depression, anxiety, PTSD, or any other of the DSM (the "dictionary" of mental illnesses) terms. Mental illness is not a clean-cut diagnosis: for instance, I have diagnosed depression and anxiety, but take medication that helps people with bipolar type 2. Symptoms and actions across the definitions cross over plenty, and trying to box in someone’s struggles (especially if you're not a psychiatrist) is pointless.

Some things to avoid ~

Good phrases/ actions ~

Links: 1, 2, 3, 4.

Everything boils down to one core idea:

~~~~~ Support, don’t guide ~~~~~

Unless someone explicitly asks for advice on something, it usually either just ‘bounces off’, or even makes someone feel unheard or unlistened to. Having support while fighting mental illness is an important tool, but at the end of the day, it’s a solo fight. When it comes down to it, it doesn’t truly matter how supportive and loving my friends are, it’s just me and the great powerful beast of my depression, anxiety, and bipolar tendencies in the darkness of my mind. During those fights, none of my friends can help me. They can’t stop the intrusive thoughts or the urge to self-harm. But I know I can call them, or talk to them. I know they can listen while I wrestle with it, be a shoulder to cry on. Sometimes, just being told I’m loved, having that affirmation in my mind, is enough to pull me out into the light. You have to fight alone, but you don't need to be alone.

A note about self-harm and suicide ~

In my opinion, self-harm and suicide are some of the most difficult conversations to have with someone, especially when talking about yourself. To be honest, I still don’t know the right thing to do when a friend tells me they’re self-harming, or thinking about it. However, here are some things to know:

Final words ~

Just because your friend or someone you know is struggling, that doesn’t mean to forget about yourself. Sometimes, people try to ‘offload’ their issues, trying to share the burden. It doesn’t work, and only harms both parties. If you need space from someone, take it. I’ve had to leave behind friends who were using me as their personal therapist because it began to affect my mental health. It’s not selfish to put yourself first. Help others if you’re able, but set aside the time you need for yourself. If talking and supporting your friend’s mental health is hurting yours, take a step back with them.
In this post, I use "mental illness" and "mental health" interchangeably. However, they're pretty different things, but related. This is a clarification that I'm speaking about "emotional" mental illnesses, such as depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, and OCD. Mental "illness" also covers autism, attention disorders, Aspergers, and more.
Thanks for reading, and hopefully someone finds this useful! Please let me know if there's anything inaccurate or something I should add—I'm happy to edit it after the fact. I forgot that text posts always die during the week, so this is posting two, but I deleted the last one.
If people like this one too, there are a few ideas I have for future posts: anxiety/panic attacks, more on self-harm, good practices for self-care, good things to read/consume, places to find help.
You are not alone. We love you. You are worth it.
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2020.07.10 16:18 Zettoraiusgrftwgr Coincidences that scare me. can you explain them?

I am writing a list of coincidences that I suspected that they were a negative sign from God. My ocd fear has to do with making promises and asking punishment from God.

1) I was in my bed, 2 years ago. I asked from God a specific sign to happen, if in case, lets say, my ocd is right. I asked something like if my ocd is right, to hear a door opening/closing in the building that I used to live, then. The sound in order to be considered as a sign, should be heard til 5 seconds pass, since I ask it. If the sound happens after 6 or more seconds, it wont be considered as a sign. I asked for that sign and even though, I changed my opion about it due to a possible coincidence, I heard someone unlocking his/her door apartment. it was before the 5-second rule. Since, then, I would find myself between sleep and awake, and I would have the very first thought of the day. Randomly, with my eyes still closed from sleep, I was having random thoughts like " door sound, i will hear a door" etc. And after some 5-10 seconds, I would hear a door. That happened more than 5 times, I guess. It was as if my mind was predicting that i will hear a door. It was not a dream. I suppose, my subconscious was scared by the door coincidence, and in my sleep, I would hear sounds that are similar to door. For example, even calling the elevator would sound as a heavy door closing. If someone unlocks his/her door aparment and then, closes the door, I would hear it in my sleep and get the random thought "door sound, door sound" then, I would hear the man/woman calling the elevator which sounds like a door closing with force, so, I guess that created the misunderstanding that I was predicting a door sound, every morning.


2) I was praying and had my eyes closed. In the blackness, I was thinking about my ocd fear and that, created an image. That image was a japanese monster that I watched, randomly, on internet days ago. I opened my eyes, and started looking random stuff in facebook. After 5-10 minutes, I saw an article about that monster that it popped in my mind while I was praying. it was the first time, that I saw it on facebook.


3) I was watching a video. the guy was talking about a symbol. I heard him saying the word sign, but was not sure. I decided to close the video because my mind started thinking stuff like " I will hear it again and it will be a bad, scary coincidence, i better close it" I wa ready to close the site but my new thoughts stopped me. I was thinking " what if when i close the video, I will hear the guy saying the word "sign" as the last word before closing the video? that would be scary" I just wanted to close the video because I did not want to hear the word "sign" and when I tried to close it, i stopped because I feared that I would hear the word "sign" as the last word before closing it. So, I waited some seconds in order for the guy to somehow, change the subject and when I felt that it was the right moment to close it, I closed it, very fast, and uninentionally, without knowing that he will say the word "sign" I closed it with him saying the word "sign" as the last word. It was so unlikely to happen. The guy was speaking fast. If I had closed the video 1 second earlier, I would never have heard it. But I was so unlucky that I closed it randomly, when he was saying the word "sign" I know he said that word because I op How my mind predicted that I would hear the word "sign" as the last word before closing the video? I checked it and the guy indeed was saying the word "sign" and I am worried because if I have closed the video 1 second earlier or later, this scary coincidence would never happen. how you explain that?


4) A coincidence happened in youtube, with a video game character from Mortal Kombat, known as Scorpion. He transformed to a scorpion and i do not remember, exactly but that generated a random thought like " I guess, Scorpion will give me some worries about my whole ocd-coincidence case" I was playing Mortal Kombat 4 after a very long time, and the first opponent was Scorpion. I lost the match, and it the moment that Scorpion was to give me the finishing strike. I got a random thought like " i hope he wont transform to a scorpion" and he did! first match and he transformed to a scorpion. i was playing against the computer. there are many other moves that could computer use in order to finish me, and the computer choose to transform to a scorpion. that is not so common when playing against a computer. I fought him again and lost again. I was thinking " I hope he does not transform to a scorpion 2 times in a row because that would be very rare" and yes, he transformed to a scorpion again. 2 times in a row! I was watching a youtube video with a collection of all mortal kombat finishing moves. It was about 1 or 2 hours. I randomly, clicked the timeline in a random second. It was the second that the Scorpion character was transforming to a scorpion! That was about 7 seconds. So, from all 60-120 minutes of the video, I randomly, clicked on the 7-second scene of scorpion?


5) My ocd fear is about asking punishment from God so i was thinking about a similar example. I was thinking that if someone would have asked from God to lose his arm in an accident, that would never happen. that calmed me down but 1 minute later, I saw someone in the street with one arm only. was that a sign from God to tell me that I should be afraid of what my ocd says?


6) I ended up having random sound coincidences with other daily sounds, similar to the door sound. Like car alarms and dog barking. I would be thinking about my ocd and then, I would have random thoughts like " i hope i wont hear a door or a dog or a car alarm" and yes, i would hear one of these things. many times. I would be writing about the door coincidence in the internet and I would get a random thought like "I hope i wont hear a door sound, now tha i am writing the word "door" because that would be a scary" and yes, i was hearing a door sound.

7) I was having a scary thought for many days. i was thinking "what if one day, I hear these 3 sounds (dog,alarm,door) together? that would be super scary" One day, i was thinking about my ocd and randomly, a dog barked. I thought " just a dog, i would be scared only if it was the 3 sounds together" the dog kept barking for a minute and suddenly, I hear a car alarm ringing the same time with the elevator sound. The elevator sound, sounds like a heavy door closing so, it can be considered as the 3 sounds happening together. I was in a different neighborhood, and I heard a car alarm the same time with a door opening/closing in the building. i remembered the 3-sound coincidence and I was like " the only thing we miss now is a dog" and a dog started barking.

8) I was writing many times, on internet, about these coincidences. One afternoon, a friend that knows nothing of my problem, send me a spam message. he wanted to complain that I always cancel when we arrange something. the message was like
" Coincidences are good but is it a coincidence that I agree? everytime we arrange to go out, you cancel it, is that a coincidence"
I freaked! why he randomly, used the word "coincidence"

9) An internet user, suggested me 3 books related to my ocd problem, somehow. I was not interested in these books and as I was ready to close the site, i got a thought like "what if there is a sign hidden in these books? choose one of them" I randomly, searched one of the three books, for its summary in wikipedia. The ending was almost, 80% my ocd fear and the summary was using words-phrases that I used to describe my ocd fear. was that a coincidence? my mind predicted that I would find something there and then, indeed I found something related to my ocd fear so much?

10) A friend of mine was speaking about the thiefs that steal wallets from random people. I was thinking about my ocd fear and got a random thought like " Perhaps, we are cursed from God" and at that moment, I hear my friend saying " the thief curses when he steals a wallet that it is empty due to the economy crisis" was that a coincidence?

11) I read the word "curse" on internet and I hear from the tv, which was playing a scooby-doo episode, saying something like " he was cursed" i freaked and the tv kept saying " his worst nightmare came true"

12) I entered the room in which the tv was open. It was a show about mythology. The narrator was saying a story. When I walked in the room, I heard the narrator saying " She cursed herself and the sea and asked from God to be transformed to stone and God granted her wish" That was my ocd fear! asking a punishment from God. I was writing about that coincidence on the internet and as I was thinking to write " Was that a coincidence or not" I hear my grandma saying to my father something like '' these are signs" was that a coincidence again?

13) I was staying in an airbnb apartment. I was looking the bookcase that had a few books. after some time, I looked it again, and had a book with the title "THE SIGN OF GOD" i did not freak because it was a time that I started ignoring my ocd and was thinking less about the whole coincidence-thing. But still, why i did not saw that book when I checked for the first time?

can someone explain to me, what he/she thinks of these coincidences one by one. These coincidences are the reason that I cant just ignore my ocd that easily. Because coincidences happen that perhaps, tell me that my ocd is right and I should worry about it.
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2020.07.10 15:54 IXBlackHeartXI36 How can I parse titles in a sentence?

Its not something I've ever really thought about. My language is highly configurational, and has little grammatical marking. The system I have works fine, but I came across a problem when it came to titles. They're problematic since in all the languages I actually know titles can be both used as modifiers (like adjectives) and as nouns in their own right. This poses a major issue in my conlang, since it can easily result in attachment ambiguities, especially when it comes to ambi-transitive verbs. For instance, if you said something like 'Mr Thomas did x', where x was an ambitransitive verb of some kind, the noun phrase could both be interpreted as one noun phrase, or two (with one being the agent, and the other the patient). Context may be enough to disambiguate the meaning a lot of times, but I was planning on making very liberal use of ambitransitive verbs (for the sake of cutting down on vocab), so it is likely this may in fact come up quite often. I really have no way to know until I start working on the lexicon.
Of course, a simple way I could fix this is to have separate 'adjectival' and 'nominal' forms, but that just feels weird to me. Besides, such words would be rather prevalent, if my conlang had the same variety of titles as you see in western languages. Also, how could speakers derive a new adjectival and nominal form whenever a new profession with its own title emerged? And like I said, the separate forms could get excessive. For instance, if the language could form constructions like 'Tom the baker' or 'Bill the gardener', it would obviously be impossible to have separate adjectival and nominal forms for everything.
I'm thinking that I may just have to resort to some sort of marking for such constructions, as much as I dislike having to do that. I wish I knew how Mandarin dealt with this (since its grammar works rather similarly to my own, being both configurational and topic-prominant), but I can't find any information on how titles work in that language.
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2020.07.10 15:33 Zettoraiusgrftwgr Coincidences that scare me

I am writing a list of coincidences that I suspected that they were a negative sign from God. My ocd fear has to do with making promises and asking punishment from God.

1) I was in my bed, 2 years ago. I asked from God a specific sign to happen, if in case, lets say, my ocd is right. I asked something like if my ocd is right, to hear a door opening/closing in the building that I used to live, then. The sound in order to be considered as a sign, should be heard til 5 seconds pass, since I ask it. If the sound happens after 6 or more seconds, it wont be considered as a sign. I asked for that sign and even though, I changed my opion about it due to a possible coincidence, I heard someone unlocking his/her door apartment. it was before the 5-second rule. Since, then, I would find myself between sleep and awake, and I would have the very first thought of the day. Randomly, with my eyes still closed from sleep, I was having random thoughts like " door sound, i will hear a door" etc. And after some 5-10 seconds, I would hear a door. That happened more than 5 times, I guess. It was as if my mind was predicting that i will hear a door. It was not a dream. I suppose, my subconscious was scared by the door coincidence, and in my sleep, I would hear sounds that are similar to door. For example, even calling the elevator would sound as a heavy door closing. If someone unlocks his/her door aparment and then, closes the door, I would hear it in my sleep and get the random thought "door sound, door sound" then, I would hear the man/woman calling the elevator which sounds like a door closing with force, so, I guess that created the misunderstanding that I was predicting a door sound, every morning.


2) I was praying and had my eyes closed. In the blackness, I was thinking about my ocd fear and that, created an image. That image was a japanese monster that I watched, randomly, on internet days ago. I opened my eyes, and started looking random stuff in facebook. After 5-10 minutes, I saw an article about that monster that it popped in my mind while I was praying. it was the first time, that I saw it on facebook.


3) I was watching a video. the guy was talking about a symbol. I heard him saying the word sign, but was not sure. I decided to close the video because my mind started thinking stuff like " I will hear it again and it will be a bad, scary coincidence, i better close it" I wa ready to close the site but my new thoughts stopped me. I was thinking " what if when i close the video, I will hear the guy saying the word "sign" as the last word before closing the video? that would be scary" I just wanted to close the video because I did not want to hear the word "sign" and when I tried to close it, i stopped because I feared that I would hear the word "sign" as the last word before closing it. So, I waited some seconds in order for the guy to somehow, change the subject and when I felt that it was the right moment to close it, I closed it, very fast, and uninentionally, without knowing that he will say the word "sign" I closed it with him saying the word "sign" as the last word. It was so unlikely to happen. The guy was speaking fast. If I had closed the video 1 second earlier, I would never have heard it. But I was so unlucky that I closed it randomly, when he was saying the word "sign" I know he said that word because I op How my mind predicted that I would hear the word "sign" as the last word before closing the video? I checked it and the guy indeed was saying the word "sign" and I am worried because if I have closed the video 1 second earlier or later, this scary coincidence would never happen. how you explain that?


4) A coincidence happened in youtube, with a video game character from Mortal Kombat, known as Scorpion. He transformed to a scorpion and i do not remember, exactly but that generated a random thought like " I guess, Scorpion will give me some worries about my whole ocd-coincidence case" I was playing Mortal Kombat 4 after a very long time, and the first opponent was Scorpion. I lost the match, and it the moment that Scorpion was to give me the finishing strike. I got a random thought like " i hope he wont transform to a scorpion" and he did! first match and he transformed to a scorpion. i was playing against the computer. there are many other moves that could computer use in order to finish me, and the computer choose to transform to a scorpion. that is not so common when playing against a computer. I fought him again and lost again. I was thinking " I hope he does not transform to a scorpion 2 times in a row because that would be very rare" and yes, he transformed to a scorpion again. 2 times in a row! I was watching a youtube video with a collection of all mortal kombat finishing moves. It was about 1 or 2 hours. I randomly, clicked the timeline in a random second. It was the second that the Scorpion character was transforming to a scorpion! That was about 7 seconds. So, from all 60-120 minutes of the video, I randomly, clicked on the 7-second scene of scorpion?


5) My ocd fear is about asking punishment from God so i was thinking about a similar example. I was thinking that if someone would have asked from God to lose his arm in an accident, that would never happen. that calmed me down but 1 minute later, I saw someone in the street with one arm only. was that a sign from God to tell me that I should be afraid of what my ocd says?


6) I ended up having random sound coincidences with other daily sounds, similar to the door sound. Like car alarms and dog barking. I would be thinking about my ocd and then, I would have random thoughts like " i hope i wont hear a door or a dog or a car alarm" and yes, i would hear one of these things. many times. I would be writing about the door coincidence in the internet and I would get a random thought like "I hope i wont hear a door sound, now tha i am writing the word "door" because that would be a scary" and yes, i was hearing a door sound.

7) I was having a scary thought for many days. i was thinking "what if one day, I hear these 3 sounds (dog,alarm,door) together? that would be super scary" One day, i was thinking about my ocd and randomly, a dog barked. I thought " just a dog, i would be scared only if it was the 3 sounds together" the dog kept barking for a minute and suddenly, I hear a car alarm ringing the same time with the elevator sound. The elevator sound, sounds like a heavy door closing so, it can be considered as the 3 sounds happening together. I was in a different neighborhood, and I heard a car alarm the same time with a door opening/closing in the building. i remembered the 3-sound coincidence and I was like " the only thing we miss now is a dog" and a dog started barking.

8) I was writing many times, on internet, about these coincidences. One afternoon, a friend that knows nothing of my problem, send me a spam message. he wanted to complain that I always cancel when we arrange something. the message was like
" Coincidences are good but is it a coincidence that I agree? everytime we arrange to go out, you cancel it, is that a coincidence"
I freaked! why he randomly, used the word "coincidence"

9) An internet user, suggested me 3 books related to my ocd problem, somehow. I was not interested in these books and as I was ready to close the site, i got a thought like "what if there is a sign hidden in these books? choose one of them" I randomly, searched one of the three books, for its summary in wikipedia. The ending was almost, 80% my ocd fear and the summary was using words-phrases that I used to describe my ocd fear. was that a coincidence? my mind predicted that I would find something there and then, indeed I found something related to my ocd fear so much?

10) A friend of mine was speaking about the thiefs that steal wallets from random people. I was thinking about my ocd fear and got a random thought like " Perhaps, we are cursed from God" and at that moment, I hear my friend saying " the thief curses when he steals a wallet that it is empty due to the economy crisis" was that a coincidence?

11) I read the word "curse" on internet and I hear from the tv, which was playing a scooby-doo episode, saying something like " he was cursed" i freaked and the tv kept saying " his worst nightmare came true"

12) I entered the room in which the tv was open. It was a show about mythology. The narrator was saying a story. When I walked in the room, I heard the narrator saying " She cursed herself and the sea and asked from God to be transformed to stone and God granted her wish" That was my ocd fear! asking a punishment from God. I was writing about that coincidence on the internet and as I was thinking to write " Was that a coincidence or not" I hear my grandma saying to my father something like '' these are signs" was that a coincidence again?

13) I was staying in an airbnb apartment. I was looking the bookcase that had a few books. after some time, I looked it again, and had a book with the title "THE SIGN OF GOD" i did not freak because it was a time that I started ignoring my ocd and was thinking less about the whole coincidence-thing. But still, why i did not saw that book when I checked for the first time?

can someone explain to me, what he/she thinks of these coincidences one by one. These coincidences are the reason that I cant just ignore my ocd that easily. Because coincidences happen that perhaps, tell me that my ocd is right and I should worry about it.
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