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Starsector is fun. Here's some very brief Starsector fiction for your perusal, which is hopefully also fun.
Trapped in crushing darkness.
Cole’s arms shot out as soon as his brain registered that his eyes were open, but seeing nothing. He flailed like a man drowning, cold, hard metal mapping out the narrowness of his coffin in swelling bruises on his skin. The isolation choked him, stole his screams, and took the very breath from his lungs in a mad panic. Great Prophet, no! A mine collapse!
He couldn’t remember which shaft he’d been working. He couldn’t remember which shift, or the run-boss, or the warnings he and all the rest had ignored every time they’d picked at Asher’s dry bones. Cole had heard them more than he’d heard the sermons, heard them so many times from so many mouths that they’d simply become the background of his penitent toil. Now his ignorance had buried him - the weight of compounded sin, as real and terrible as the great mass of collapsed rock and steel above.
His fists beat a desperate message, though only the Prophet Himself could hear it now-
An answering knock. A short, sharp staccato of raps. Mine-morse. Tunnel-signal. CALM. Again. SAFE.
A rasp, a hiss, a grinding of ancient, devilish machinery - and there was light.
An impish, wrinkled face peered into the makeshift sleep-chamber - no more than an ad hoc welding of emptied supply crates barely fit for an adult human - and smiled. ‘Bad dreams, Asherite?’
Cole gulped in a lungful of stale, recycled air. Even that tasted strange, absent the ever-present grit he’d grown up with - like it was lacking something substantial and had replaced it with ethereal trickery. He barely trusted himself to nod, and was more surprised to blurt out in a strangled gasp: ‘Am I really here?’
A great smile creased his rescuer’s face. ‘Ludd, yes! The great void, Asherite, the black between stars, the realm of Moloch and Mammon!’ A sly wink. ‘Hyperspace, lad. The captain wastes no time on this route, we went interstellar as soon as you pilgrims were stowed.’
‘I thought… I dreamed…’ Cole shook his head, and swung from the makeshift berth’s rack and unsteadily to his feet, smoothing out his faded green robe. It had belonged to his father - sewn by his mother, dyed in the orbital vats by a work-crew acquaintance - and worn only rarely, for there was little cause for celebration on murky, misbegotten Asher and no formal event but Ascension Eve. It had been the most precious thing that the family owned. ‘It doesn’t matter.’
‘Hm.’ The rescuer didn’t even reach Cole’s shoulder; he looked up into the youth’s eyes. ‘No, probably not. You Asherites never deal with the pods well. I learned the knock-language just so I wouldn’t have to wrestle any more young devils who spring up like Mammon has their soul halfway out.’
Cole paled, half-turned to the enclosed cradle that had so recently seemed his grave. He noticed more than a few others looking equally wan, and it wasn’t just the cramped quarters. The Domain had called it space-shock when they ruled the stars - Cole had read that in the pamphlet dutifully recording all the dangers of interstellar travel. They were issued, by law, to any seeking leave to travel the Pilgrim’s Path. A collection of sermons and screeds that warned of all the direful fates that could - and did - regularly befall spacers even in the local, civilized space of Pre-Collapse times. In the oft-lawless fringes of the Persean Sector, the risks were multiplied tenfold.
Perhaps it was the secret cynic, the closeted heretic, the little sinner in the back of his mind - but Cole couldn’t help but wonder. If death was so certain, why did the same ships run the same routes, carry the same cargo for so long? The independent vessels who carried pilgrims from Asher ran almost like clockwork, and some of them had been working the route for a decade or more. Their timetables - as well as their prices - were well-known, and competition for deck space was fierce, though Cole had to admit, mostly fair.
It had cost him a year’s scrip and duty-tokens to book passage, one adult male, one tough leather carryall that held a well-thumbed Teachings of the Great Prophet and his best work coverall - all his worldly possessions, in fact.
He could remember walking unsteadily through Asher’s orbital, the mercifully brief ride up from the surface in a lifter, being escorted into a carefully-shielded hanger bay to board. All the newness, all the strangeness - and when the Mudskipper’s shutters had come down, when the vast nothingness of space had first been revealed to the pilgrims, many had done exactly as Cole had. Dazed, sick with space-shock, they had retired to their own pods. More than half the doors were closed, still, even with the transport’s shutters once again down against the truly strange vistas of hyperspace.
Some things could be too much to take in at once, and the joke about holding back space-mad pilgrims had more than an edge of truth to it.
Certainly, the man who had woken Cole looked capable. Short, yes, further withered by age, but built like a compact reactor and with the grip strength of a chain hoist. Cole knew the kind, had sweated side-by-side with them in the deep pits: the run-bosses, the sergeants, the anchors and anchorites on whom every endeavour came to depend.
‘You pilgrims?’ Cole asked. Somewhere towards the ship’s fore, a voice was rising in fervent prayer. ‘You’re not of the Church?’
‘Plenty of secular ships in the trade.’ The rescuer glanced in the same direction as Cole had, and his eyes narrowed. Trouble, perhaps. ‘That surprise you?’
‘Maybe. I don’t know.’ Cole blinked. The voice grew louder, and others were joining the call. ‘I know the Church is widely accepted, but…’ He waved a hand, prevaricating, helpless to explain his meaning without harm. ‘...I’m sorry, but I know nothing of spacers.’
‘Well, we’re still human, with all the wonderful differences of opinion that come with being such.’ Now words were drifting down to them: obscenity, profanity, denunciation of evil technologies and the evocation of hellish fiends. ‘Like yonder. I don’t judge the Church by those who tempt fate by decrying the tech that keeps them from breathing vacuum. Some, like you, have nightmares when they wake. Others, well, they feel like they need to reaffirm their faith. Think if they yell enough, Ludd will hear and forgive them, eh?’ The old eyes narrowed. The smile vanished. ‘You got anything you need to be forgiven for, lad?’
Cole hesitated a moment. He’d seen the glossy matte-black object holstered on the spacer’s hip beneath their loose shipper’s tunic. You didn’t need to read a pamphlet to know what happened to troublesome passengers in hyperspace. Would the galaxy miss one more Asherite?
Again, despite himself, he answered. ‘Yes.’
The old man’s eyes searched him for what seemed an eternity against the background of raised voices, a chorus of sinners denying their weakness. Then he nodded and clapped Cole on the arm. ‘The Knights will like you, lad. You stand up straight like that, they’ll take you, no question.’
Cole started. ‘How did you-’
‘Maybe Ludd told me, eh?’
And the old man was off, smile back, heading towards the gathering commotion. What he whistled sounded almost familiar - a strange kind of music - even as the ship’s bruisers began to restore some kind of peaceable order amongst the rowdier pilgrims. A baptism of clubs to welcome the dirtsiders into this new domain, and remind them whose sufferance they travelled under.
Cole almost felt sorry for them. But they were probably happy, he reflected: sufferers calling down their suffering. Modern-day flagellants. They knew what they were doing. He assumed.
Clear of mind and conscience, he headed towards the aft quarters and the promising smell of tea.

This will be a long detailed post, so I hope this is ok and someone has patience with me!
2013 Maserati GranTurismo Sport - 41,623 miles , 4.7L v8 , ZF 6 Spd auto trans. 2 owner car prior, appears clean, was not tracked, or rented out, no flood damages etc. I got it last year and it had not had any issues until the alternator recently and now misfire. Always use best gasoline at stations. Gas was put in February so it is not year old gas ....also the 2013 model should not have the old cam variator design ..that should not go bad on this one.....
Misfire started on Mother's Day...
Important Back Info: Battery light came on in late February - alternator was undercharging - tested voltage output- my retired mechanical engineer father and I fixed it.....whole intake and fuel comes off .... ..brand new OEM part....brand new intake manifold gaskets all 8 done.....new air filter.......we took pictures, we made diagrams, every bolt was back in place, car was actually missing bolts (so we replaced them). I had guidance from a Maserati tech on removing systems etc.....correct torque amts...
Once finished, car started up, no more battery light, alternator output was normal and good again with the new alternator. Car was running fine on idle for some minutes. We had this alternator fixed a few days before Mothers day. Car was on CTEK battery charger while I ordered the parts etc
Issue: 3 days later I drive it on Mother's Day.... 5.2 miles to my mom's house. Seemed ok. Then I tried to leave hours later.....car starts, about 20-30 seconds in it starts sounding BAD, like a cam lope but terrible, car starts shaking like a 9.0 earthquake is happening, and flashing CEL lights. Move it in my parents garage where it has been for weeks. OBDII was giving 4 misfires and general misfire , occurring both sides of engine bank.. Misfire Cylinder 1, 5, 8, 7 plus generic misfire code
We looked at the plugs....they looked not great. I was not convinced that was the issue however. Ordered new NGK plugs, they are all in. Did not fix the issue, but needed to be done on this car, so no regrets. After plugs, erased codes, new codes read Misfire cylinder 1,5, 8 plus generic misfire code
All the codes have said along with misfire on cylinders "OVER MAXIMUM THRESHOLD"
Switched coils 8 and 7 , then the next code reading only had Misfire Cylinder 5 and generic misfire.....Odd.... switched coil 8 (in 7) into 5, and 5 into 7.......code read as generic misfire, cyl 5 misfire, , cyl 1 misfire
Disconnected MAF sensor, car did not like that, check transmission light , check suspension light, traction control light stuck on. Guessing electrical gremlin from doing that. the MAF seems clean. anyways. Idle was still BAD with it disconnected..
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Basically: Car when completely totally totally cold starts up okay, system check runs ok, as in check engine light comes on and goes out at 15-20 seconds into start up (normal for this car).......about 30-40 seconds into the start up (when very cold ....) idle goes BAD , choppy, smells, car rocking/shaking, and CEL light flashing will come on.
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Is this a sensor issue ? O2/lamda ?? VVT ? solenoid?
Can a vacuum leak seriously act this way despite the car being fine on the drive over to my moms? If we had the intake on wrong surely it would have been bad then?????
I would like to narrow down what it could be before towing it in to a shop if it is something I cannot diagnose or fix in my garage - which is likely - I still would like some idea of what it might be
Please no comments about me being stupid and buying a Maserati or how I should have no problems throwing $20,000 at it because I bought what I bought etc. That is not really helpful after all.
I would really appreciate any thoughts into what can be done at home to narrow down the possibilities or any thoughts at all about what could be happening so I can have productive conversations with mechanics about this. No need to go into a ton of detail....just in your experience, is anything ringing bells about a cold start being smooth and then transitions into horrible misfiring ? The car is running very badly .. I know you cannot diagnose it for sure, I am just interested in opinions if you have the time to read this and give a few thoughts.
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Thanks.

i’m struggling today. my body constantly feels uneasy. the same feeling i endured the days following your departure. it feels like it’s screaming for you. wanting to talk to you so badly that it lashes out in despair. why can’t you come home to me. i miss you easing my heart. i miss you today more than ever. i cannot accept never speaking to you again and i don’t know that i ever will no matter how much time has passed. i want the screaming to stop and unfortunately the only remedy is you today.

Smoke… fire… running… “Help!!!'' Elizabeth hears her mom and brother yell from the house her father is carrying her from… from her house! Their house! The house she's lived in since she was a baby. Her father puts her down. “DON'T move!” He runs back into the house. Her eyes remain dry as the heat evaporates her tears almost instantly, she stares at the fire. She sees a blue flash. Her father does not return. Kobolds and goblins, they sack the town around her as she stares into the fire that consumes her house, her family and the town around them all … Elizabeth just stares in disbelief, meanwhile, a gnome roasts marshmallows in the ash of what is left of everything she's ever loved.
2 weeks later
She didn't leave what was once her home town with much, only a bag of coins; a little melted, and a stuffed animal, oddly and completely unsinged. Elizabeth was 10, she had walked here with a group of newly orphaned kids to this treacherous place and met strange people far removed from her old town.
After only a few days there, you could say she was having quite a culture shock. She soon realized she couldn't make it on her own so… she surrendered and reluctantly went to the orphanage with a few of the others. She didn't blend with them very well, but that didn't matter much, for long. A nobleman soon came to do charity work and scensed magic and potential in her during his charity drive and made sure all other aspiring parents stayed away from her. At the end almost all orphans were adopted except her and before he left he offered her the opportunity to be his apprentice for he was primarily a wizard .
At first she hated even the thought of this because of her bad experiences with magic and it’s creatures as well as her parents warnings against interfering and using magic. But he gave her three days to mull it over and eventually she decided it was the best thing for her to do. She considered that she would be well cared for, and magic couldn't really be that bad. Only the creatures and people who used it. Only good people should have magic.
So she learned slowly with his training, starting with the very basics of collecting materials. “Where are we going, Sir?” she asked, while eating her buttered muffin and soup presented to her by one of the few servants the powerful wizard had. Nepotism kept him from the very top but his prowess in not only magic but speeches in court had gotten many magic schools more funding. “We must go to the shroom forest for the ingredients I need for my next potion” he used as his reply, which left his lips almost before she finished her question.
So they finished breakfast and traveled to the forest early, for it takes a long time, about 9 hours by carriage to get from the capital to the forest. The wizard, Vincent, continued to teach her her first spell for most of the trip which he just called, “Dancing lights”, and she was able to make 7 bursts of dancing lights by the time they’d arrived. “IS that really all you can do?” Vincent said disappointedly. “This is a simple spell, even the least of creatures could learn it! Ugh I’ll expect more when we train again, now, let's gather my ingredients before the sun disappears from the sky!!!”
His outburst was uncalled for and her pride was hurt. She managed to conceal it and just nodded. Then once she had stepped out of ear-shot of him, she muttered “What an unpleasant curmudgeon,I thought I was doing a good job!”
Out of sight of Vincent and where they couldn’t hear each other she was greeted by butterflies who were attracted to the burst of light she’d been creating. They flew around her, their wings creating a soft, melodic hum. Elizabeth couldn't help but smile at their beauty and she reached out to touch one of them. As soon as she did, she felt a jolt of electricity run through her body and then the butterfly disappeared.
Vincent quickly reappeared, as if from the air itself, violently shooing the butterflies away. He turned to Elizabeth, a stern look on his face. "Never touch those, Elizabeth!" He hissed, through clenched teeth. "They may look harmless, but they are powerful creatures!"
Stunned, she had never seen him so genuinely angry, and yet worried. It was unnerving to say the least.
As they walked along in the woods the air slowly became humid and heavy. Soon, the trees started appearing to be shroomish and suddenly they were in a swampy marshland and the path became one of coble instead of dirt. They walked towards a village of mushroom people. They didn't look much like mushrooms, just the top of their heads, where a cap grew like a hat, making them look mushroom-ish. These are the myceli-ites," Vincent said, as they approached the village. "They are the race that live parallel with the mushrooms."
Elizabeth was fascinated as she watched the myceli-ites tend to the mushrooms, a seemingly older mushroom came up to Vincent, “Lord Chancellor Vincent, for what do I owe this honor?”
“Miss Shroomen'', he replied “Worry not, for I am in fact just here for ingredients. Do you still have your blue and black mushrooms?”
Her eyebrows shot up, for just a quick moment that it almost made Elizabeth doubt that she even saw the change in her expression, but, YES! It was there!
“W-why yes we do, just follow me.”
“Stay here Elizabeth!” Vincent said firmly.
Elizabeth nodded obediently and stayed behind as Vincent followed the myceli-ite deeper into the village.
She watched as the mushroom people went about their daily tasks. She felt a sense of curiosity and slight disgust. She didn't care how little these creatures were related to the kobolds and goblins that burned her village or that stupid gnome who almost taunted her. She held a grudge against magical creatures and would certainly never trust them fully again.
As she looked around, she noticed a young myceli-ite girl watching her with interest. The girl had bright blue eyes and a miscellaneous smile. Elizabeth smiles back at her, and the girl ran over to her.
"Hi there!" The girl says excitedly. "I'm Char. and you?”
“Elizabeth” she said, a little startled, after she remembered where she’d been only a little less than a month ago.
“I'm sorry did I startle you” asked Char.
“Yes, but it’s quite alright''.
Char looked up at her with a curious expression.
"You're not from around here, are you?"
Elizabeth shook her head, "No, no I’m not. I'm actually from a different town far away. Well, actually now I live in the capital."
Char's eyes lit up. "Wow, that sounds so cool! I've never been anywhere outside of this forest before."
Elizabeth Ignored a pang of sadness in her chest as she remembered her own home, then giggled “ yeah it's pretty cool they just built a big tower that has something new in it,... I think it's called a clock. I just know it's expensive but Vincent says they are making cheaper ones.
“Who's Vincent?” Char asked.
“Oh well he's my…'' Elizabeth paused, who were they to each other? Is he a friend, a mentor, or was she simply his servant? No, she was no servant and he didn't treat her as kindly as a friend. “He's my mentor,” she firmly stated.
“Oh, okay” Char responded.
As if on cue, Vincent returned with a small pouch. He handed it to Elizabeth and informed her it was time to go. Elizabeth nodded goodbye to Char and swiftly followed Vincent out of the village.
They turned back onto the cobblestone path. “I thought you said we would be collecting ingredients, not trading.”
“I didn't trade” Vincent replied coldly, “Come on, no more questions, we must continue your studies.''
Vincent and Elizabeth headed back to the carriage and started back to the capital.
On the way Vincent and Elizabeth improved her dancing lights trick as it was part of teaching her the basics of charming people.
“Very good, you will need that one around court a lot.” Vincent said smugly.
“W-wait, I get to go to court?” Elizabeth excitedly asks.
“Calm down, tis not nearly as glamorous as you would think.” Vincent flatly responds. “If it was, I wouldn't only be a Chancellor… I’d be more!”
Elizabeth got worried as she saw rage building in his eyes
“It's no party!” Gritting his teeth, he looked at Elizabeth and her fearful expression and his look instantly shifted, “Tomorrow you must be fitted for your court garments, mostly dresses.” He said this with a small smirk. “After you can play dress up.”
This exchange bothered Elizabeth, was he making fun of her?
They rode back to the capitol in silence. She studied for many hours but in the end she drifted off to sleep and Vincent, though willing to continue working with her, saw no point in stressing her powers any further and allowed her to sleep.
Upon arrival he carried her to her bed, “You don't know it yet but you will be the most powerful witch this continent has ever seen.” He smiled as he tucked her in and left to go sleep himself.
not done just seeing how yall like it.

The lyrics don’t seem like a breakup song in my opinion and more about lamenting how she’s on the verge of being cancelled and fearing that she’s going back to 2016 after being in the public’s good graces for so long
A lot of the lyrics are pretty much tweets and comments on Tik Toks that have been said about Taylor after the Joe breakup + Matty rebound
This to me seems like she’s commenting on exhausting it is overcome the hate people give her and fighting to be liked time and time again
Do I throw out everything we built or keep it? I'm getting tired even for a phoenix Always risin' from the ashes Mendin' all her gashes You might just have dealt the final blow
I see this as her reiterating comments people have been saying about not speaking up about the Matty Healy thing and being over her to the point of giving away their tickets and not supporting her any more
Stop, you're losin' me I can't find a pulse My heart won't start anymore for you 'Cause you're losin' me
And I wouldn't marry me either A pathological people pleaser
Who only wanted you to see her (give Taylor money)
And here I see it as her fans and the public are begging her to address controversy with Matty and in general people calling out for not speaking up about issues
And I'm fadin', thinkin' "Do something, babe, say something" (Say something) "Lose something, babe, risk something" (You're losin' me) "Choose something, babe, I got nothing" (I got nothing) "To believe, unless you're choosin' me"
This reads to me as her saying how hard it is to reveal so much about herself and life and depression and anxiety in her songs only to have people still comment and condemn her as if she doesn’t get affected by it all
Every mornin', I glared at you with storms in my eyes How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'? I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick
She realizes that not saying anything hurts her fans and makes people disfavor her and she misses being loved by the masses and her fans defending her against anyone who commented anything negative about her and the lack of that support hurts Taylor and she misses it but knows “her pain is such an imposition” because people have it so much worse in life
And the air is thick with loss and indecision I know my pain is such an imposition Now, you're runnin' down the hallway And you know what they all say "You don't know what you got until it's gone"

Hi, I had a sort of silly question I was mulling over.
When you pray or ask God for something, do you imagine him? What image do you see?
When I am on the phone with someone, I am picturing them in my head when they reply. In the same respect, when I play out a scenario of my head of me suggesting an idea to someone I sort of “see” them in my head. Or, when I miss a loved one of mine that has passed away, I can imagine what they might say or think of a certain situation. Maybe I am just a visual person, but I imagine if I were praying I would have to “visualize” something because that’s just how my brain works. I am curious how it works!
Thanks for reading/answering

I know things are tough. You’re alone, or not, but inside you feel alone. You’ll be alright, a woman like yourself draws good people to you. You’re worst days are behind you. So chin up. Put up those fists. Fight. Fight until you reach that place you want to get to.
Do not let your doubts, insecurities, and hurt get in the way of finding that person you need. I hope you find that you’ve always been that person. If you need someone to help you, you’ve got my number, 🚬 call me. I miss your voice, I miss being needed, and I miss being a supportive person.
Until then, I ain’t waiting by my phone, you don’t need me or any of the people you left back here. I know it sounds like I’m two people, but honesty, with you, I’ve always been. I need to embrace both sides of me, the one who’s moving past you, and the one that will always be there.
Sincerely.

I never said I was done I’m not sure what gave you that idea but I just had some things to take care of so I couldn’t do any more today with the park thing and I’m not sure but do you know if your friend goes by busymind3000 if so let him know that I’m about to lose my shit on him fucking as hole and I’m not sure if it is him or that one young one but one if not both I really think you can do better according to the shit I read today that they posted I think it said some shit like listen to me or some stupid shit like that and I wish I could just tell him a few things but I’ll be nice but anyway not sure what has happened to have you think that I was done I’m not unless you want me to be but why don’t you get some sleep and we will talk tomorrow if you are up to it hell I got to get off of here anyway cause my thumbs are not wanting to work right I keep hitting the wrong buttons so have a good night and let me know if you want to talk tomorrow ok I do love you and miss you and we are not arguing I don’t think we are both trying to be cautious and we are just getting our wires crossed I think don’t worry so much about things cause as always things have a way of working out

if you miss its over

Sony Xperia 1III
Basically the title. I have an app that has no photo or name, it's just a black circle.
If I long hold and select App Info, or just try to open the app, it comes up to a Google play store error page.
Screenshots https://imgur.com/a/xO62tJk
I've looked through the app section under settings and can't find anything in there. I've restarted the device and it still stays there. I've downloaded AVG and Bitdefender to scan the phone, nothing. I don't think I've deleted anything recently.
The last app I downloaded was Accubattery recently and I don't remember seeing the blank app in there at that time, but it does blend in, so I may have missed it.
The phone has been getting insanely hot and the battery has been discharging crazy mad recently. I was wondering if it has something to do with that blank app somehow. I downloaded Accubattery for that reason. This blank app has not appeared at all on there though. Restarting the phone allows the phone to cool down for a few, and then it begins to heat back up on its own.
Any idea how to get this blank app off the phone? Has anyone else had overheat issues recently too by chance?
Thank you

I miss you. I miss you so loudly and so violently that everything in me hurts. I don’t even know for sure that if you were still here we would even be talking. I just miss knowing you were here somewhere on this lonely planet with me. I miss knowing your presence existed at all. My stomach is in knots. My eyes are tired. My mind feels blank of anything else but you sometimes. I miss you and it tortures me and I let it.
“If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.”

Oh. My. God.
It just kept getting worse and worse. Who WROTE this?! I knew the writers on this show were quite often self-indulgent and ignorant, sometimes so much so that’s painful to watch, but THIS EPISODE….
What in the “pick me” hell? I sincerely hope zero female writers had any part in this making it to the screen. You do not try to playfully insult someone sexually harassing you at gunpoint. He pinned her down.
And later on in the episode when you describes the incident, you do not say “he was nice about it.” What in “nice-guy” narration?
And when he karmically gets hit by a car, you don’t berate his probably-emotionally-abused wife for finally having the courage to leave him because his daughter misses him. His daughter doesn’t know he just assaulted and robbed a woman at gunpoint. Let mama handle this one.
I just… I’m so furious. I already hate Joey’s character. She already makes precisely the opposite decision I would make in literally every situation that presents itself. That’s whatever.
But the writing in this? It absolutely reeks of white male ignorance. Watching the way he approached her and treated her was downright triggering because he is a straight up unredeemable predator, and they want to try to give his VICTIM empathy for him in that moment?
Not only is it utterly irresponsible to allow young people to see her behaviour and think that’s a safe way to behave when you’re being threatened, it’s a deplorable insult to women that have actually been in that situation to turn it into a “look at the sarcastic eye-rolling pick-me dream girl” moment.
Gross gross gross.
I thought I had seen this show before but this doesn’t seem familiar. Maybe I blocked it out.

Hi all! I almost pulled the trigger on a Canyon Pathlite 7 today but I froze when I saw that it has 45mm (~1.77") tires. Without riding one I think the Pathlite 7 is nearly my ideal one-bike solution for my mixed terrain route but I was hoping for a more supple cushion and traction when the surfaces get loose over my current 1.95" tire. So, hopefully a I can do a tire swap to something like a 29"x2.1" but I cannot find clearance information on it. Below is my story.
My use case would be an even mix of pavement to gravel to moderate trails that have roots, small gullies, and loose rocks ranging from golf ball to to baseball in size. This light-ish weight of 27lbs (12.24kgs) while still having a 75mm suspension fork helpful as I carry the bike up stairs after long uphill return ride. Endurance on the final return mile is key but trail comfort is too. Quick and smooth shifting without losing power approaching long and steep hills are two more reasons I'm interested in the Pathlite 7.
What I want is a "hybrid" mixed terrain bike that can be smooth and stable for efficient speed but with enough cushion on it so I don't have to slow to a crawl on the loose stuff or beating myself up. I also want to tackle this without wearing out the bike on the somewhat rough bits or having the tires deflate if I am not careful at certain trail sections.
What I am riding now has a 65mm suspension fork with a hard tail on 26" x 1.95" tires and if anything I was hoping to up the tire size to something like a 29" x 2.1" to 2.25". It also weighs about 33.3lbs (15.10 kgs).
I really like the feature/component set for the price on the Pathlite 7 ($1300) but I have no idea if I can fit a wider tire in the frame. Some other options I am considering but are not ideal under $1500 are the Grand Canyon 5 ($600) 31.15lbs (14.13kgs) as the comfort choice, the Pathlite 6 ($900) 28.00lbs (12.70kgs) as the value alternative if I think I am going to beat it up. I am also considering the Stoic 3 and 4 but their prices would stretch my budget and I am simply more familiar with the Shimano components on the Pathlite series.
For comparison I have parking lot tested the Trek Marlin 8 and Dual Sport 3 at my LBS which were only okay for the price. Also a cross country bike like Trek's X-Caliber 8 might be the type of thing I am looking for but again I am more familiar with the Shimano components and I really like the solid value that the Canyon Pathlite 7 offers.
Lastly, on Canyon's website there is a large price gap between the $600 Grand Canyon 5 and the $1,500 Stoic 3 and I keep spotting missing models on comparison websites. Is something like a Grand Canyon 7 missing because the it is possible that would be close to what I am looking for
Thank you in advance!

I saw this and it made me think about which MS places share names with international locations.
I’ve come up with a few:

• Heidelberg (Germany)
• Sebastopol (Crimea, Ukraine)
• Oxford (UK)
• Aberdeen (UK)
• Edinburg (UK)
• Caledonia (UK, the old Roman name for Scotland was Caledonia)
• Florence (I don’t think it’s named after the Italian city Firenze, but maybe?)
• Verona (Italy)
• Como (Italy)
• Gluckstadt (Germany)
• Grenada (Granada, Spain)
• New Hebron (Palestine)
• Lyon (France)

I know I’m missing some. Which MS places share names with international locations? Please add any you think of.

Hello , this is my first time posting on here so if I am missing any details please feel free to ask.
So I was gone for a month and in that time we had couple of storms and few power outages. When I got back almost everything was working fine except for my garage door. For some reason it won’t open now. Has anyone faced similar issues and found solution that you can share or if anyone knows what may be the cause and what steps I should take to fix it?
Any help is appreciated.

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