2021.10.23 15:03 sopeaar Lenovo Legion 5i 15.6" FHD IPS 144Hz i5-10300H 8GB GTX 1650 256GB SSD Laptop, £569.99 with code BAG10NOW
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2021.10.23 15:03 alphabetbois Sleeping help; constant night terrors
I’ve always had issues with what I think are night terrors. Sometimes I remember these episodes, sometimes I don’t, but every night this week my girlfriend has woken up to me freaking out about spiders, cats, or someone else in the room. I don’t think it’s sleep paralysis because I can get up and move, sometimes even jumping out of bed, I’m also coherent and can have full conversations with my girlfriend but often I don’t remember anything. The episodes I do remember include seeing disturbing figures in the room and spiders on my pillow. Do you all have any ideas about what’s causing this? Could a sleep doctor help?
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2021.10.23 15:03 pleatz USGP ute
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2021.10.23 15:03 bigboss1999x Gotta keep the heart of the car nice and comfy
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2021.10.23 15:03 rd8719 I hit a BIG Geomine yesterday.
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2021.10.23 15:03 Ill_Understanding393 Doofenshmirtz acepta a Cristo Rey
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2021.10.23 15:03 ariful3651 বাংলাদেশি নাকি আবারো পেপাল আসছে!!! ঘটনা কি সত্যি?
2021.10.23 15:03 Br1an12378 The old high rounds in call of duty waw/bo1
Hello guys am kind need some help I being looking for the old high rounds on call of duty waw am trying to make a history of high rounds project. I don't where to look but I ask for you guys help to remember who did the old high rounds anything helps. I been trying to look for 4 days now with no luck am going to keep trying to find them if you guy know where I should look too or know any old high round people please tell me anything helps
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2021.10.23 15:03 Mr_Ghoulie Got a nice, big, clay, beer mug. It's great for coffee. My French press makes 20 ounces, and this mug holds 34. So, there's plenty of room for milk and sugar.
2021.10.23 15:03 YellowkaCZ It's fine... RIGHT?
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2021.10.23 15:03 FaceInThem Baby garter in my pool? Central Fl
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2021.10.23 15:03 shkoljkica How to turn down a job offer
2021.10.23 15:03 ballena8892 ARD: die Sportschau -- die Bundesliga, 23-Oct-2021
ARD: Die Sportschau - Die Bundesliga, 2021.10.23. Direct Download. No Spam
ARD | Die Sportschau - Die Bundesliga | 2021.10.23 | 1h25 | 1.2 gb | 540p | Deutsch
Fussball-Bundesliga - 9. Spieltag
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2021.10.23 15:03 Ok_Courage_6766 A/C refrigerant recharge
I’m looking in to buying an 06 Sienna from AutoNation. The CarFax reports it had “AC compressor replaced” in April and then “AC refrigerant recharged” in October by AutoNation. I asked AutoNation to for details from the mechanic on what AC work they did in October and why refrigerant needed to be recharged (thinking there may be a leak somewhere).
Here’s the info they provided: **Cooling System Service —SDC Cooling System and Cleaning —Coolant —Cap *Engine Coolant Hose Replacement **AC Evacuate Recharge
I’m a total car idiot. Is any of this concerning? I live in a VERY hot climate, and I don’t want long term AC problems.
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2021.10.23 15:03 Psychological-Rub919 Peyton List
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2021.10.23 15:03 KeyInappropriateness Koda
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2021.10.23 15:03 thevladsoft Biden KIDNAPS Venezuelan Envoy -- For Real!
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2021.10.23 15:03 Medic-chan Ouachita National Forest in a Hot Chocolate R55
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2021.10.23 15:03 sundressmomma October days are made for crafting
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2021.10.23 15:03 thewolfcastle How old is too old for nightclubs?
So I was chatting to work colleagues during the week and I was saying that it's good that the clubs are opening back up and that I'm looking forward to the odd night with a bit of music and dancing. They're of similar age to me, 35, and all of them pretty much said that those days are behind them and they'd be happy with a pint in a quiet pub. Even finding a friend that wants to go out on a Friday or Saturday night is a struggle now.
I'm no spring chicken, but I thought I had a few more years of drinking and dancing into the small hours of the morning. Maybe it's because I was a bit late to the party, being very sensible during my college and early working years. I now realise that life is too short, especially after the experience of lockdown, and I really want to get out there and enjoy myself.
I know they say you're only as young as you feel, but is there a point where you become that odd old guy on the dancefloor?
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2021.10.23 15:03 CarsonnWellss [PD] Collin Sexton
So far has had one very inefficient and one very efficient games so far. He’s not known for anything but putting the ball in the hoop with a career line of 20/3/3. Can he maintain last nights level of efficiency and potential top 25 guard status over a season with Garland being the teams primary ball handler and playmaker?
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2021.10.23 15:03 kensredemption Hope you like the new floor…it’s made of marble. 😉
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2021.10.23 15:03 pentacards_on_YT What is Your Moon Sign? How Do You Think It Affects Yourself?
2021.10.23 15:03 diverareyouok Here’s how I almost died trying to kayak across the Mississippi River (and ended up sinking and swimming instead).
I’ve heard that you guys sometimes award people if they post something interesting. Here’s my submission. It’s pretty long, but I wrote it a few days after it happened (which was a few years back) so I wouldn’t forget it, and so I could share what I learned from the experience with others.
The day before yesterday, as I was driving to pick up lunch, I thought “Why not paddle across the Mississippi River?”. I live in Baton Rouge, about 2 miles from the river proper, and while I’d driven over it too many times to count, I’d never heard of someone paddling across it. Apparently, with good reason.
Being impulsive, I of course wanted to do it right then. Instead, I gave myself the night to think about it… so, yesterday, I threw my kayak on a friend’s truck, tossed a bilge pump and extra paddle behind the seat, lashed down a camelbak, and we set off for the levee. Upon arriving, I got everything ready to go, strapped on my lifevest, and pushed off into the river. Once I was actually on the water, I realized why I hadn’t heard about many people crossing the river… it was a lot bigger than what I’d visualized. Still, after 15 minutes of paddling in the calm water near the edge, I decided that I was ready to tempt fate and steer for the opposite bank. Tempt fate, I did.
Until about a quarter of the way across, it was easy going. I was making great time, and my paddle was slicing through the water. For once, there wasn’t a bit of river traffic in either direction, unless you counted the empty, stationary barges that were moored on either side of the river. When I hit the quarter-way mark (or at least, what I determined to be the 1/4 point), the water suddenly got choppy… much choppier than it looked from the bank and even from my initial survey once I got on the water. Still, it felt like something I’d be able to handle. I grit my teeth, angled the kayak so it was flowing more in line with the current than across it, and kept paddling.
Once I got halfway across the river, I was exhilerated… I was actually going to do this! I picked my paddle out of the water and leaned back to enjoy the view – the quiet air around me, the noise of the river below, and just take it all in – when the main channel current hit my little kayak like a freight train running into a Mazda Miata. Before I had time to think of what was happening, the kayak began to roll left. This wasn’t a little roll, it was a full-blown, no-recovery barrell roll. Still, I leaned right as much as I could and tried to correct for it before realizing it was futile – and that I was going over regardless of what I did.
The little breath I’d managed to take before plunging into the water was forcibly expelled from my lungs when my torso hit the water’s surface. Near the shore, the water wasn’t that cold. It was nippy, but the shallow water and the bright sun meant that the water was being warmed considerably along the banks. Out in the middle of the river, with the main current, the water was freezing cold. It may have been the icy mountain runoff from states away being carried downstream, but whatever it was, it started sucking the energy out of my body as soon as I came in contact with it.
My initial response was to scramble back into the kayak. I forgot everything I knew about a wet-reentry and launched myself over the cockpit, shuffling awkwardly until I got my feet back down inside of the hull… when it rolled over yet again, dunking me below the surface one more time. I pushed out underwater again, then tried to climb back in the same way one more time, with the same results. By now, I was starting to feel the cold trickle into my fingers and my toes – I focused on my breathing, and tried to stop sucking in huge lungfulls of panicked air (and Mississippi River water). I made my move to get back into the kayak one last time, before I realized how much water had splashed in over the course of my last two attempts. This was going to be my last chance – if I wanted to have any shot at pumping out the water once I got back in. I reentered the cockpit one last time, but instead of rolling me out, the entire boat just dipped down an inch or two – below the waterline. I looked down and realized that the boat was sinking – with me in it. There wasn’t going to be time to pump out the water; not unless I could pump the entire Mississippi! Before the kayak went down completely, I managed to pull a drybag out from the stow compartment that had my phone and a pair of socks in it. Not that I was thinking about either one at the time – only that I had overinflated it and it could possibly act as a buoy of sorts… that and the lifejacket I was wearing.
By now, I was beginning to really worry. The last time I’d looked at the shore, the people I had come with were mere specks. I had no way of knowing whether or not they’d seen what happened (as it turned out, they thought I was doing just fine and was probably already relaxing on the other side by then). I paused completely for just a second to review my situation… my mind was in overdrive, but at the same time, it was completely calm. At least, for that moment. I realized just what was happening – I was in the middle of the largest river in the United States, with only my head and a orange drybag above water.
For a split second, I felt ready to give up. I couldn’t feel my hands, my feet seemed to have disappeared, and I was tired of fighting against the current. I wasn’t getting anywhere, and the only chance I had of being rescued had just vanished. Then, a glimmer of a realization finally broke through the cloudy muddle of my cold-numbed thoughts – the area immediately behind the barges would be protected from most of the effects of the current. If I could reach this area, I would at least stand a reasonable chance of being able to break free from the river’s clutches and make it to shore… I looked over, and sure enough, the water directly behind the barge was virtually ripple-free (at least, in comparison to what I was already in). I saw that ‘dead zone’ getting further and further away and knew that if I didn’t make reach it before the current pulled me back into the river proper, I probably wouldn’t have enough energy left to make another try for the shore.
I moved into the front crawl – or at least the best version of it I could do with a 20 liter inflated drybag over my left forearm. This has always been my strongest stroke, and I knew that I had to use it – even at the cost of expending the little energy I had left. I shifted my weight, changed my stroke, and swam harder than I’ve ever done before in my entire life. Unfortunately, what I didn’t take into account was that it’s my strongest stroke in pool or lake water. Not freezing cold, semi-hypothermic, river swimming. What I’d intended to be a strong stroke, slicing me through the water was in fact a painful discombobulated mess, with my arms and legs thrown askew as I willed myself forward inch by inch.
After three agonizing minutes of this, I finally gave up. It just wasn’t going to happen. Every muscle in my body was cramped, and the cold had spread from my hands into my arms, from my feet into my calves and quads. By now, I’d been in the water about half an hour. I was starting to feel warm… and in 44F water, ‘warm’ is not a good sign. I stopped swimming – no point to it, really. Not anymore. I turned over, and faced the sky – which was a surprisingly beautiful shade of blue. There were two contrails crossing each other several thousand feet above me – other than that, not a cloud in the sky. It just looked so… peaceful. In fact, everything about it was peaceful. I was back in the kayak, in the middle of the river, just taking it all in. I could even feel the jab of the backrest against me. Except, it wasn’t. It was more pointed than the backrest, and it was damn uncomfortable. It felt like something hard and sharm poking against me, and it was interrupting my communion with the river. I looked behind me, over my shoulder, and realized I was poking against a submerged tree of some kind. Not only this, but there were dozens of them – and they were all near the shore! Almost miraculously, my sad attempt at a front crawl had been enough to clear me into the dead zone at the last moment, where I had been drifting closer and closer to the shoreline. I hadn’t noticed it because I had flipped over onto my back to gaze skyward.
My fingers weren’t responding, so I ended up clapping my hands together around the tree, pulling it toward my chest – and me to it. I moved to the next shrub down the line, with each one coming closer and closer to the shore. Just a few minutes later, I was gasping for breath with my teeth knocking into each other uncontrollably, huddled on the ground on the other side of the river. I lay like this for several minutes – unable to process the fact that I was on dry land, and not able to pick myself up to move. I just lay there with my muscles spasming, and stared at the earth beneath me.
Finally, I got up, and started walking away from the river. As I’d kicked off my shoes in the water, I was barefoot, walking over all manner of trees, thorns, and crud the river had thrown up from it’s gullet. None of this mattered. I still couldn’t feel my feet, and even if I could, I didn’t have a choice in the matter. I knew the levee was close by, and if I could get to the levee, I could summon help. I staggered drunkenly through the underbrush, having to wade chest-deep in three different marsh areas that lay between myself and the levee, before finally seeing it – and a chimney from a house behind it. When I got on top of the levee, I looked in the drybag. While it wasn’t completely dry inside – and I can’t blame the manufacturer for it, as I doubt it was ever intended to be a personal flotation device, it was dry enough for the cell phone inside to still be operational, even after the repeated abuse I’d inflicted by flailing my way to the bank of the Mississippi. I called the people who had come with me, and heard “So, you made it to the other side”? They had no idea of what had just happened. Even then, I was still cold enough so speaking in comprehendable sentences was out of the question… but I managed to get out the gist of things – “boat. sank. swam. on levee.” 15 minutes later, I was inside of a toasty SUV on the way home, with a lifejacket, a drybag, and a stomach full of river water.
There were a lot of things that I came to realize when I was out there. Perhaps the most important of these is that I’m going to die. There’s no favoritism shown by nature – regardless of what kind of car you drive, what type of phone you use, or how much money you have in your checking account; if you do something you aren’t ready for, or haven’t planned out, you run a significant risk of becoming just another statistic. People like to say that “when you’re in a life or death situation, your entire life flashes before your eyes”. Bull****. Maybe it happens to some people, but what I found to be most significant was what I didn’t see – and what I didn’t think about. All of the things that have so utterly consumed my life – problems I couldn’t see a resolution to, challenges I saw as insurmountable, relationship difficulties – all of these became insignificant. An hour prior, they weighed heavily on my mind. Now, they simply weren’t important anymore. The river gave me a whole new perspective on things, one that I’m not likely to forget anytime soon.
I’m not trying to dissuade anyone from going out and having fun. Just know your limitations. If you want to do something reckless, by all means go out and do it – just know what you’re getting yourself into, and have a back-up plan in case things go wrong. Take care of your body – other than your life, it’s all that you really have. In some cases – like the day before yesterday, your level of physical conditioning can actually help save your life. I initially thought that all of the time I spent in the gym was worthless; that the hours upon hours every week of hitting the weights didn’t really matter when it came to a situation like this. After thinking about it, I know this to be false. The better conditioned you are, the better suited you are to respond to a situation. It allows you to do things that you otherwise would be limited in. However, there’s only so much your body can do. It’s important to have some sort of religiousity. You don’t have to be a Christian, or a Muslim, or a Buddhist – just have some sense of a higher power. It could be nature, even.
In the end, everybody’s going to die. What you choose to do in between when you’re born and when you die is up to you. Go out and do things. Meet people. Travel places.
Imagine for a second that your body is buried at the center of a football field – all that is above ground is your head. Now, from bank to bank, the point of the river that I was crossing was .61 miles. This doesn’t sound like much, until you realize that halfway across is 5 football fields. That means that you, in the middle of the field, have 500 yards on either side of your head. Add to that the fact that I was in water, not land, with waves jostling me and pushing me around, and I knew I was in a bad spot. I was midway from either bank, and I had a strong current that wasn’t going to let me go without a fight. Not only that, but there was no river traffic to speak of, which meant that likely nobody would just happen to come across me. Well, unless I bumped into them floating facedown somewhere miles and miles downstream.
This is what I like to call “panic”. The calm was over, and now I was faced with the stark realization what a stupid predicament I’d gotten myself into. I hadn’t thought it out completely – or at all. I didn’t take time to ensure that I had a backup plan or a way to abort if I needed or even wanted to. I simply took a kayak out on a major working river of the world and set across it as if it was a neighborhood lake. No more short, relaxed breaths. Now they were choppy, jagged, and letting in more and more water along with them. I started to swim as if my life depended on it… which for this one point in time in my life like no other that I’ve ever experienced, it honestly did.
I’ve always been a strong swimmer, and I’m scuba certified (if there was anything I wouldn’t have given at that moment for a tank and some fins, I don’t know what it would have been), so I knew that trying to fight the current was asking for disaster. I needed use my body’s energy as effeciently as I could – a fact that was being further complicated by the temperature of the water. According to weather.LUMCON.edu, the Mississippi was a frigid 44.0F that day. In water between 50-60F, the average person has between 1-2 hours before exhaustion/unconciousness sets in. Drop below this and the number plummets drastically – at 44F, the time you have from entry into the water until you’re exhausted and unconscious is about 40 minutes. When your core temperature drops 3F, you undergo a significant loss of dexterity as well as intense shivering. When you lose 7F of your core temperature, you begin to shake uncontrollably, shiver, have slurred speech, and may have mental lapses. As your temperature gets lower, the symptoms become more and more severe.
I began to kick for the shore. Though the waves were lapping at my forehead, I could tell that the current had moved me closer to my original destination – the other side of the river. I began to swim as much against the current as I possibly could, trying to angle myself so that I would get pushed toward the outside of the stream as it moved me along. Although I mentioned I’m a strong swimmer under normal circumstances, one arm was immobilized for the most part as a result of holding the bright orange drybag, and my feet felt clumsy as a result of the Newport H2’s that I was wearing. Still, I didn’t feel like I should give up either one just yet – especially not the drybag, as even in my debilitated state I realized it was my best chance at getting noticed from above or from a passing ship.
I began to fall into a sort of rhythm… I would kick for a few minutes and do a somewhat comical version of a sidestroke, then check my progress and see if I was actually moving. I would look again and again, and the shore never seemed to be any closer. By this time both my hands and my feet were solid chunks of ice. I was barely able to maintain my grip on the drybag, so I pushed it up my forearm where I would have a better chance of keeping it attached to my body. The watershoes I was wearing felt as if they were causing more drag than they were worth, so I used one foot against the other to push them off and away from me. The sidestroke wasn’t moving me, so I moved into a modified version of the breaststroke. Having the luxury of hindsight, I now know that was probably the smartest thing I’d done all day – while it’s not the fastest stroke, it is the most energy efficient.
After a few minutes of this, I realized that I was out of the main channel… I was in slower-moving water, and most importantly, I was getting closer to the bank! I looked to the side and realized that there were a series of barges all in a line, and they were being pushed up the river – I could see the water foaming around the front as they were pushed from behind. I began to swim toward them, careful not to get too close as I didn’t want to get run over, and started to shout as I reached the end, anticipatiing the engineship to appear at any second. Instead, I came to the end and realized that there was nothing behind them. The water wasn’t foaming because they were being pushed upriver, it was foaming because I was moving downriver and they were stationary.
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2021.10.23 15:03 23523634609234357455 Can someone explain how to get the fan working on the RockPro64 NAS case with Manjaro?
I followed the installation instructions on the Pine64 wiki page
The fan should be mounted on the right-hand side of the case. We suggest that the fan is oriented for negative pressure, blowing air out of the case rather than taking air in. For best cable management results, have the fan power lead face the front of the case so that it can easily be routed to its header located next to GPIO pins on the ROCKPro64. The fan should be secured using 4x long screws (that fasten into bolts) which can be found in the see-through bag supplied with the NAS Case. Plug in the fan at this stage of the installation and route the cable at the bottom of the front of the case.In Pine64 forum posts I see Active Thermal Service mentioned as a way to get the fan working.
sudo pacman -S luarocks make gcc lua53but I am getting a message stating
luarocks build https://raw.githubusercontent.com/tuxd3v/ats/masteats-0.2-0.rockspec
ts.service: Failed with result 'exit-code'.and I am not certain how to proceed. I can't seem to find a solution online and would really appreciate the help.