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Hello Hello, welcome to the Dazzling Episode Discussions. I am your host, Rebelarkey. You may call me Shale. Masterpost Episodes 1-5 | Episodes 6-10 I'm going to recap the first 10 episodes really fast in two separate post to try and catch up to the current episodes. Episodes 1-5 Aka the 'Fish outta water' arc. Qing Ye arrives at Zhazhating, a small town on the coast. She's a rich, preppy girl who doesn't belong in this small town. Her dad is in criminal trouble and so for the rest of the summer she arranges to live with her mom's adopted sister, Aunt Li. Hallmark movie much? https://preview.redd.it/p486cdgisp4h1.png?width=1920&format=png&auto=webp&s=b99a25bf745410c3ad6c4e21310bf5556122126c ​Upon arriving, she encounters Xing Wu, and has a giant misunderstanding about him. She believes hes a punk and he was in fact enacting justice. The comedies get worse when she realizes that he is Aunt Li's son... and she will need to share a room with him for the duration of her stay. Qing Ye, aka the Princess, starts demanding things of the townfolk, not adjusting to life on the island very well. The bathroom is a communal shower, all the food is fried in lard, there is no working A/C, and the neighbors wake her up in the morning. In all her defense, i'd be super grumpy too if i didn't have working A/C. Xing Wu goes out of his way to help her. He's actually the neighborhood repairman. He fixes up the power outtages, changes the lightbulb, carries her to the doctor when she gets hurt, and bends over backwards to accommodate her, to her annoyance. https://preview.redd.it/4szm5dpksp4h1.png?width=1920&format=png&auto=webp&s=d2103fdfd8a5fb499bfebf59bf7cb208c4660121 ​Finally, Xing Wu snaps, telling her that she should go find a hotel if she doesn't want to stay with him. She moves out and goes to a local hotel, where her laptop from Beijing is delivered. However, the same problems plague her at the hotel. Her neighbors are noising, the A/C unit dies, and the wi-fi goes out. Who shows up to fix her issues but Xing Wu? Lin Yurui being a handyman is so hot. We love a competent man. Business owner, repair man, good with his fingers... Xing Wu persuades her to come back to his house. He had a change of heart when he discovered that Qing Ye had hired the neighbor to send food to her... and his grandmother. https://preview.redd.it/sdlbjhqwsp4h1.png?width=1920&format=png&auto=webp&s=390a1e2e10c791a219fa99f8b1abfcbe1152e584 ​He is the breadwinner of the family; his mother is a hairdresser that plays mahjong all day, his grandmother is wheelchair bound and suffers from epilepsy. He had to drop out of school two years ago to start to work in order see his family through. From context clues, he's brilliant, smart, educated but currently down on his luck. Xing Wu goes back to work and sends her back to his house by bus. While on the bus, her laptop gets stolen, and she doesn't discover this until she's back 'home'. Girl why did it take you so long to realize your laptop was missing? Since the police are unhelpful at tracking the thief down, Xing Wu knows a guy who knows a guy who deals in stolen electronics. He gets her laptop back for her. https://preview.redd.it/yfsugmpnsp4h1.png?width=1920&format=png&auto=webp&s=2d5b55c5f6bd37be40237f5a0c3d098d81fbeaa3 Qing Ye's bad day gets worse. She's trying to register for classes but the wifi is slow on the 2nd floor. She puts it on the first floor next to the router, but has to wait 30 minutes until the registration opens. Aunt Li's friend accidentally dumps water all over the laptop. It no longer turns on. Desperate she goes to the local repair shop recommended by the taxi driver/teacher. Lo and behold it's Wu's shop*.* He rolls his eyes but repairs her laptop for her. Meanwhile, someone's been peeving on our female lead. He sneaked a look through the bathroom handle, stole her underwear while it was drying, and talked to some bad people while being dared to 'take her on'. https://preview.redd.it/czlsahcysp4h1.png?width=1920&format=png&auto=webp&s=60cbacb1a24b20555e65d9f3b20952ff7c32b4d8 ​After a wedding feast, she takes a shower. The creep breaks down the door, but she puts in a call to Xing Wu, who gets there as fast as he can. He pummels the creep til he's a bloody mess. The police come, the parents come, Aunt Li comes, it's a whole hullabaloo. Qing Ye speaks up in Xing Wu's defense, saying that he was defending her. The police find the stolen underwear. They also identify this creep as the man who stole her laptop in the first place. Xing Wu takes her back home and compares her to gold fish. "Koi can't be raised in a plastic bottle. You don't belong here." Qing Ye looks forward to the end of the month when she can finally leave. -------------- Things that Xing Wu has fixed (for her): the power replaced the lightbulb replaced the doorknob for the bathroom gave her bug repellent (aka fixed her itching) wrapped her ankle up fixed the wifi at the hotel fixed the A/C at the hotel Found her computer fixed her computer Fixed the A/C unit in their bedroom bought her a new bra made her a clothesline drama also mentions that he fixed the showerhead for her too but I don't remember that part. Total Fixes as of Ep 5: 13 Carry count: 3 Let me know if i've missed any of Xing Wu's fixes! submitted by /u/Rebelarkey to r/CDrama [link] [comments]

I genuinely don't remember why I bought a smart showerhead, but it was only $100, and it's too late to return it. I accept that it requires a cloud account, because everything does. I do not accept that my random letters-and-numbers password is not secure enough for my showerhead. Bonus: In order to complete setup, you need to "scan the QR code on the box." There is a QR code on the box, and I scanned it several times, but it wouldn't work. It turns out that the QR code on the box was just an ad, and the actual QR code that I needed to scan was on a slip of paper inside the box. Now that I've set it up, it connects locally to Home Assistant, so it shouldn't stop working when the company goes out of business. Also, it sprays out water when I turn on the tap, so that's good. I still don't remember why I bought it. EDIT: The shower is not actually connected to the internet (which makes the password requirement even dumber.) It tracks water usage and temperature, and sends the data over bluetooth. It doesn't control anything, and you don't have to charge it or change the battery, because it charges itself using water pressure. If it's disconnected for some reason, it still works the same as a showerhead. submitted by /u/Stenthal to r/mildlyinfuriating [link] [comments]

Hello! I'm renting a one bedroom flat in London by myself and I'm looking for tips on how to contain my bills. I'm considering the following: A countertop dishwasher Using a water saving showerhead (from Showery) Replace all bulbs with LEDs Get smart plugs Getting an airfryer: I love cooking and baking, but I often turn on the oven to cook small stuff which can be done in an airfryer. It would be useful for small dinners. Anything else I should consider? submitted by /u/Window-Inevitable to r/UKFrugal [link] [comments]

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As I sit on Explorer II, this is a very quick experience so far - day 4 of 10. I am in my early 60s and my husband is in his late 70s and we’ve cruised Regent Seven Seas and Seabourn previously. We are both “young” for our ages so we prefer a cruise that skews younger. We prefer modern over traditional interior design – think the Pendry Hotel, as opposed to the Ritz Carlton. This ship is that! We are traveling in late January 2026 on a 10 day cruise from Miami back to Miami, headed for the ABC islands in the Caribbean. Because of this length of the itinerary and the time of year, we’ve only counted two children on board, which we do like. Having been on several other luxury lines before, we really do appreciate the modern elegance that the ship has to offer, coupled with the attentive service. FYI, there are no formal nights so ladies, don’t bring your evening gowns or even cocktail dresses! You are welcome to bring the latter, but the former would be very out of place. At dinner time, men tend to wear collared shirts, or perhaps a jacket, and women tend to wear smart casual or dresses. It makes packing much easier. What we personally looked for and cared about was the modern aesthetic coupled with a very relaxing experience – we didn’t need much nightlife, and we wanted a chill vibe during the entire cruise. This cruise has many swimming pools, a great spa, and many lounging areas with very minimal crowds at any point. Don’t get me wrong, the shaded lounge chairs that are bed style do get taken very quickly, by about 8:30 AM. But there was always a place to be and people do tend to come and go every few hours. My husband reports that the food is great, however, I’m not personally the best judge of this since I am a vegetarian (it was good). What I don’t like about this cruise is I actually prefer to serve myself from charcuterie stations, etc. and everything is given by service staff behind the buffet counters. Perhaps I would rather not let them see me making unhealthy choices!! The staff is extremely attentive, and if you make eye contact with anyone at any point, anywhere in the ship, they will greet you very courteously. It’s a high level of service, but again, it’s a little bit too much for me – I prefer to not work that hard to have to say hello back to every single person I pass! We are from the US and I’m actually from Texas where warmth and hospitality is a big deal, but even to me it’s exhausting. We are staying at the stern (back) in the very center on deck six, in a Deluxe Penthouse – I have historically been a bit motion sick, but in this particular case, I have not been negatively affected at all, even though you can definitely feel the rolling of the ship in this location. It’s actually the location I would book again, facing directly out the back of the boat. There is a swimming pool below us but again it is a quiet crowd, and doesn’t impact us in any way. Our cabin is exceptionally spacious with a separate walk-in closet/dressing and makeup area, and the bathroom is likewise adequate with the most amazing showerhead and a spacious shower. I have never said this before on a cruise, but we actually have two drawers. We aren’t even using, there is so much storage space! We packed two large suitcases, each, four total. The bed is comfortable and we have a separate living area and dining area as well as an outdoor patio, and our cabin steward keeps it spotless. I do think that Explorer needs to be a little bit more generous with their hours of their public areas – all swimming pools and spas are closed at 8 PM local time, as is the fitness center. That’s a bit annoying for me as a night owl, and I will be sharing this in my review! The gym is great, with an appropriate variety of equipment and even 2 Pilates reformers which I love. It’s spotless and the personal trainers are excellent. I’ve had a few salon appointments and I haven’t yet had a spa treatment, but I have one scheduled for a few days from now. We had only one excursion to the Dominican Republic and again, sticking with our preferred style of just wanting to relax – I’m a busy corporate executive – we went to a luxury hotel for a beachfront day. The hotel and the service were great, the beach was not the typical turquoise waters you see in other Caribbean ports, but it was fine. So far, we would book again on Explora as we think they have nailed the emerging trend of high-end, affluent travel, but with a more modern sensibility. Hope this is helpful! submitted by /u/Expensive_Ice_4921 to r/FATcruises [link] [comments]

Everything I'm about to write is true. For months, several people have told me I absolutely had to write this story down, so today, I finally decided to do it. Technically, this isn't a "Today I Fucked Up," it's more of a "Last October I Fucked Up," but I hope you'll forgive me. This might not be the perfect subreddit, but honestly, I had no idea where else to post a story this long and bizarre. I'll try to be as precise as possible with the context. Let's begin. After dreaming of visiting Japan for years, last year I finally bought the tickets, booked my vacation months in advance, and started planning the trip of a lifetime. I arrived in Milan the night before our departure (October 16th). To celebrate, I took two of my three friends (the third was at a concert) to a Michelin-starred Japanese restaurant. The idea was to see how the best Japanese food back home compared to the real deal. After dinner, we returned to an incredibly noisy B&B and barely slept a wink. The next morning, running on fumes, we got to the airport four hours early and calmly boarded flight CA950 from Milan to Beijing. The flight was uneventful. The layover in Beijing, however, was not. The atmosphere was incredibly tense. A Chinese security officer started screaming at me because he thought I had something suspicious in my pocket. It was a candy wrapper. After clearing security, we finally made it to our gate and boarded the next flight, CA925, to Tokyo. That flight was also smooth, and finally, after about 18 hours of travel, we landed at Narita Airport around 1:40 PM local time on October 18th. We made our way to our hotel in Shibuya to drop off our bags and take a shower. I was completely wiped out from the long journey and the lack of sleep. I suggested we meet up for dinner later to get a few hours of rest, but my friends protested: "No! We're in Japan! Let's go for a walk right now!" Fine. Apparently, I'm an old man on the inside. I agreed, and an hour later, I found myself wandering through Shibuya with nearly 36 hours of sleep debt weighing me down. We met up with a friend who had moved to Japan years ago. She acted as our guide, showing us around the area. We had dinner at a local spot where, as she put it, "gaijin don't usually go," and everything was absolutely incredible. After dinner, we decided to grab a drink. Our friend took us to a bar tucked away on a Shibuya side street, packed with locals drinking and dancing. I had a couple of Gin & Tonics, which were mostly ice, and I danced enough that I felt pretty sober, but I was still seriously messed up from the exhaustion. At one point, I managed to de-escalate a fight between two huge Russian guys who were about to come to blows, and I even ended up making friends with them. (I'm a 100kg powerlifter, so I'm not a small guy. This detail will be relevant later.) We left the bar, and since it was late (around 1:30 AM), our friend decided to take a taxi home. Our hotel was relatively close, so we planned to walk. As she was saying goodbye, I glanced up at the building across the street and saw a strange, "ghostly" figure staring at me from one of the upper floors. To this day, I'm not sure what it was—I assume it was just a creepy mannequin, but it was unsettling. (I have photos if you want to see it) I turned to look at the street and saw a taxi stopped at the intersection on the other side. Our friend had mentioned that finding a taxi in that area at that hour was tough, so we decided to make a dash for it. The street was deserted. The pedestrian light was still red, but it was on its last sliver—the traffic light for cars was already red. We looked left and right and, in true Beatles fashion, started crossing the street. My friend, who was right behind me, heard a strange noise. Neither I nor my other friend saw anything, but he screamed, "WATCH OUT!" Not knowing what was happening, I tried to sprint forward, as I was only about half a meter from the other side. I never made it. The world started spinning. In my head, I saw the city lights rotating as if I were inside a washing machine. The next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground. I had no idea what had happened, but I pushed myself up into a sitting position with my left arm. I felt no pain, no discomfort, just confusion. I saw pieces of a motorcycle's bodywork scattered around me. My friend rushed over to check on me. As I tried to make sense of it all, I realized that when I tried to move my left leg, only the top part of my femur moved. The rest of my leg stayed put. Broken leg? Yep. I started to feel a dull ache in the arm I was using to prop myself up. Something was probably broken there, too. I switched to my other arm and looked at my left side. I didn't see anything unusual, but I felt a sharp pain around my collarbone. Broken clavicle? Yep. My hand was also bleeding heavily from a deep gash between my middle and ring fingers, likely from where I hit the motorcycle. That's right. I had been hit by a black motorcycle that, according to my friend and other bystanders, was traveling at around 70 km/h (45 mph) at night with its headlights off. (Or at least, no one saw them, and they were off when the bike was on the ground. It's still unclear.) I immediately asked how the rider was. At first, no one answered. A minute later, they told me he had been knocked unconscious by the impact but had come to almost immediately and was okay. His bike, an 800cc Yamaha, was destroyed. A passerby called an ambulance, which arrived within minutes. The paramedics loaded me in. Thankfully, they understood some English, but my friend was able to translate in japanese anyway what had happened and explain my condition. A police officer arrived shortly after, got into the ambulance, and asked me what happened. He asked if I had been drinking. I answered honestly: "One beer, two Gin & Tonics." The officer stepped away and made a call. My friend overheard him tell the dispatcher: "A drunk gaijin caused an accident. He has insurance, he'll sort it out." My friends had to hold her back from screaming at him. No official report was filed. No statement was taken. When I got to the hospital, I realized the local police had simply made "the problem" disappear. The foreigner would deal with his insurance, and the local rider would deal with his bike. At Shibuya Hospital, I was admitted to the emergency room. They ran full CT scans to assess the damage and stitched up my hand. The diagnosis? A compound fracture of the femur and a compound fracture of theclavicle. By now, it was the morning of October 19th. I sent two of my friends to continue their vacation while one stayed behind to help me, crashing at our local friend's place. The hospital scheduled my femur surgery for two days later, on Monday the 21st, and the clavicle surgery for the following week. The nurses were incredibly sweet and tried to communicate with me using some kind of Asian translation app—not Google Translate. This one had K-Pop ads in the middle of the screen and translated everything horribly. One time, a nurse said something, and the app cut her off, translating it as "KELLY IS DRUNK," which sent my friend and me into a fit of laughter. Another hilarious quirk was that Japanese often omits the subject of a sentence, so the app always defaulted to "I." Phrases like "[I] have to take your pants off" became "I have to take MY pants off," which, I admit, made me smile. (I didn't realize it was that kind of hospital! /jk) Monday arrived, and at 1:00 PM, they wheeled me into the operating room. Nine hours of surgery. Four bags of blood. A 38cm titanium rod, six screws, and a metal clamp to put my femur back together. I came out of it at 10:00 PM, completely zonked out from the anesthesia, but by the next day, I was feeling generally okay. My foot, however, was paralyzed post-op—apparently, a nerve was being compressed by swelling. Thankfully, it started to move again a couple of days later, which was a huge relief. The week after, the day before my clavicle surgery, they took me to the "shower room" to get washed. I could barely sit in a wheelchair, and my foot was screaming in pain—strangely, my leg didn't hurt much, but the shooting pains in my foot felt like fiery needles. The nurse gestured for me to sit on a tiny stool that was probably the width of one of my thighs. I was barely perched on it. The room was just a hard floor with a bathtub in the middle. The nurse then motioned that she was going to remove the IV from my left arm. I pointed out that I had surgery the next day, but she insisted. She yanked it out. Just pulled it straight out, without applying pressure or even putting a cotton ball over it. Blood went everywhere. She panicked and just froze, holding the needle, murmuring "oh-oh..." as a red pool formed on the floor. I looked at her, saw she was still holding the spongy elastic netting that had kept the IV in place, took it from her hand, and pressed down hard on the wound to stop the bleeding myself. It worked. She looked at me and said, "Oh! Ok! Ok!" I just stared back, saying nothing. To make matters worse, while moving me from the bed to the wheelchair earlier, one of the two pieces of my broken clavicle had popped out of place and was now visibly protruding, completely locking my left arm. The nurse proceeded to grab the showerhead, rinse me, and apply soap to my arms and legs and shampoo to my head. Then she looked at me and said, "Ok?" I motioned for the soap, and with my one good arm, I washed the rest of my body. When the "shower" was over, the nurse gestured for me to stand up and move to the wheelchair. I looked at the floor: it was stone, soaking wet, and covered in soap. I had one functioning arm and one functioning leg, I weigh 100kg (220 lbs), and this Japanese nurse couldn't have weighed more than 40kg (90 lbs) soaking wet. The stool was so low that I was past a deep squat position; I had zero leverage. I motioned to her that to get me up, she'd need at least three more nurses. She grumbled, left, and came back with four more. The oldest nurse noticed a heavy, mobile metal platform at the end of the room. It had a handle at chest height. She wheeled it over and locked it in place to give me something to pull myself up with. With the help of four nurses, I started to stand. I was almost upright when I began to slip. My left leg—the one with the brand-new titanium rod—slid out and slammed against the side of the bathtub as all five nurses now scrambled to keep me from falling. I looked at the nurse who had wanted me to get up by myself. I said nothing. She said nothing. We understood each other perfectly. The days passed. They operated on my clavicle (a 2-hour procedure), and life settled into a routine. The doctors wanted me to stay for 45 days before flying, but I insisted on going home and pushed myself as hard as I could in every physical therapy session. Finally, the surgeon who operated on me—one of the few people in the hospital who spoke excellent English—announced that I could fly home the following week. I had proven I could sit "comfortably" in a wheelchair and handle the return flight. I immediately looked for the first available flight: November 2nd. But then I had a hunch. I checked the weather forecast. A typhoon was coming. Typhoon Kong-rey was set to pass directly over Tokyo on November 2nd. I decided to wait until November 4th. Risking a flight home during a typhoon seemed like a bad idea. Instead, I got to enjoy the storm from my 10th-floor hospital window. Finally, November 4th arrived. I was discharged at 2:00 PM. Outside the hospital, my friend met me with fresh sushi and a bottle of sake as a parting gift. The sushi was spectacular—at least I got to try some before leaving. A few hours later, we boarded flight TK 199 from Haneda to Istanbul, scheduled for 9:45 PM. I was in business class since I needed to keep my leg straight. The plane took off, making a lot of noise, but it seemed normal. About 10 minutes after takeoff, I saw the pilot rush out of the cockpit and run towards the economy section. I started to worry. A few hours passed with no news. I even managed to fall asleep. At some point, I woke up and glanced at the flight map on the screen. The plane was heading back to Tokyo. I asked for an explanation, but the crew said nothing. Half an hour later, the pilot announced that there were "technical problems," and they didn't feel safe crossing the ocean with the engines in that condition. We would land back at Haneda, and if everything was okay, we'd take off again. Otherwise, the flight would be cancelled. We landed. A long time passed. Then, the announcement came: the engines were not in good condition. The flight was cancelled. We deplaned and went back to the airline ticket counter. They told us they would "refund the tickets, and we could book a flight with another airline." The refund, they said, would arrive "within two weeks." We were talking about an €8,500 ticket. I dug in my heels and demanded they provide a hotel and a new flight home. This was their problem, not mine. After a two-hour standoff, they finally found a solution: a new flight, TK51 from Narita to Istanbul, departing November 6th at 10:15 AM, followed by TK1867 to Venice. They booked us a room at the Hilton Narita and the airport hotel in Istanbul. I finally got some real sleep at the Hilton. We took the new flight and landed in Istanbul where, during the approach, the wind was so strong that the plane had to line up with the runway at a sharp angle. As a result, the landing was very rough: the impact sent bottles and any other unsecured objects flying forward. Aside from a good scare, luckily we were all in one piece. Strangely, at the turkish airport, NO ONE SPOKE ENGLISH. I pulled out my phone to use a translator and realized the airport's free Wi-Fi was limited to 30 minutes, which I had already used on the plane to text my parents. Airport staff wheeled me around without me having any idea where we were going. Then I remembered I had a company e-sim on my phone. I managed to get another 30 minutes of free internet, downloaded the Turkish language pack for Google Translate, and was finally able to talk to my escort. We were going to the hotel! After some complications at check-in (no one had realized I was in a wheelchair), they gave me a disabled-access, fully automated smart room on the first floor. It was very comfortable. The bathroom had a shower with support bars and a chair anchored to the wall. Finally, I could take a real shower! I maneuvered myself onto the shower chair and turned on the hot water, planning to spend an hour just relaxing and washing the hospital smell off me. Half an hour went by. I was soapy, relaxed, and everything was fine. And then the entire room went pitch black. The hotel's smart-home system, it turned out, had convenient motion sensors. If no motion was detected for 30 minutes, it would turn off all the lights to save energy. But there was no sensor in the bathroom. I sat there in the dark, naked, soapy, and with one working arm and leg, under the hot water for like five long minutes. What were my options? Ring the emergency bell and have a random Turkish employee find me naked in the shower? Slowly lower myself to the floor and crawl to the door? Then, as I scratched my head my left arm, I remembered: I was wearing my smartwatch. I turned it on. The screen cast a faint glow. I used it to pull back the shower curtain, find my phone on the sink, and use its flashlight to get back into my wheelchair, roll to the entrance, and flip the main light switch back on. I finished my shower in five minutes and collapsed into bed. The next day, we finally took the flight home (TK1867) and I made it back to Italy. I survived. And now I have one hell of a story to tell. Everything I've written is true, and I hope I've attached all the data that can prove it. I used Gemini to translate this text as I didn't feel like writing it all in English, but I have reviewed it and there are no major mistakes. However, if you find any strange 'AI-only' special characters, you'll know why. If you want to see some pictures, just ask. I see that I cannot attach them here but maybe I'm doing something wrong. TL;DR: After 36 hours of no sleep, I jaywalked in Shibuya and got hit by a motorcycle going 70km/h with no lights on. I broke my femur and clavicle, endured a hospital stay full of comical errors, narrowly avoided a typhoon, survived a flight with engine failure, and nearly got trapped naked and disabled in a pitch-black smart hotel bathroom in Istanbul. But hey, I got to try some great sushi. submitted by /u/ShotokanZH to r/tifu [link] [comments]

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Hi everyone, I am conducting a survey for ideal showerhead features. Can you guys please help me by filling out my survey by May 1st? Any help will be appreciated. Thank you! https://forms.gle/HbAuG3RYZZzs9KbY6 submitted by /u/Any_Biscotti2702 to r/SurveyExchange [link] [comments]

Hello everyone, I am conducting market research for my micro-internship about which smart showerhead features are the most/least interesting or important to US participants. If you are not a US citizen, please do not participate in this survey. Any sort of help will be appreciated, thank you! https://forms.gle/HmGcG5ZYCNBcss7T9 submitted by /u/Dazzling-Tutor-2601 to r/SurveySwap [link] [comments]

Over the years I have grown more and more staunch in my belief that the best plan for most situations (renovations, repairs, expansions, improvements, etc) is to aim for high quality AND least complicated. i.e. NOT a bunch of "features". It's very hard to do, because often appliances, fixtures, devices, etc that seem fancy or high quality are just expensive because they have ridiculous "value added" features most people won't even use, while finding a simple and reliable version feels nearly impossible without buying a bargain bin garbage quality product. It just seems like every time I repair or replace something the previous homeowners did, I find out that they bought really shitty quality because they wanted some stupid feature that just failed anyway in short order. A good example would be a cheap plastic and potmetal (zinc) multi-head showerhead with a bunch of unnecessary spray patterns nobody wants, that breaks within 5 years vs a high quality brass or stainless head that is dead simple and will last 50 years. Thermostat is another one. Smart ones are nice, but every one I've ever owned has had problems with updates, bugs, terrible/unreliable smartphone app, etc. There is just NO function I need from a thermostat that I can't accomplish with 100% reliability from a dial that lasts decades. Before you call me an old luddite, I'm a PC builder, programmer, and a techy guy in my 30s. I love tech and use it more than most (smartwatch, Steam Deck, VR, etc). But I DON'T see the point in injecting so many points of failure into dead simple parts of the home ownership experience. I'm just curious if others feel the same, and what things have you done to this effect in your house? submitted by /u/withoutapaddle to r/homeowners [link] [comments]

my family of 4 (wife and I are both 40, Kids are 8&9), have 2.5 baths currently. I want to redo my kids bath as it's the only old (maybe original) room in the house, it's also the only tub/shower. aside from a random use of a bathroom my daughter gets gifted no-one takes baths. would it be a bad move to redo the bathroom and not have a tub in the house? we never use it but not sure if its smart to remove that "ability". ​ the kids bath is a very small single sink, toilet, tub with showerhead and curtains kinda bathroom submitted by /u/Burrito2525 to r/homeowners [link] [comments]

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All of us texted it. My brother, Joon, his wife Mei, our cousins Clara and Phil and their partners, and me—the only single among the couples at our backyard barbecue. I was turning the dogs on the grill when Joon brought it up, claiming to have overheard some of the tech bros at work discussing it: “You just text, ‘What is my death date?’ and it’ll tell you when you’re going to die—” “No way!” gasped cousin Clara. “You’re shitting me!” “Creepy!” Mei rubbed her arms and shivered. “Bullshit!” I called. Joon’s been a champion bullshitter since we were little. When he met Mei (whose name I like to think is short for “mayhem”), the two hit it off like firecrackers, each trying to one-up the other with their shenanigans. Pranks that ran from the harmless—like Mei making caramel onions instead of apples—to the elaborate, like the week I found roaches all over my apartment, even falling on me from the showerhead. Joon sniffed out a receipt for plastic roaches on Mei’s credit card, and convinced me to get her back with a live centipede, which I put in a cup and handed to her. Not until she screamed and flung the centipede back at me did Joon’s maniacal cackling finally clue me in that he’d played us both. So, this death date business? Yeah. Classic Joon bullshit. He was showing off his phone screen—his death date was tomorrow. In rapid succession, the others all texted the number, so I went ahead and joined (even though it was a stupid prank, and not even one of his better ones). We compared responses: ME: 9:49pm May 15, 2023 CLARA: 11:16am June 5, 2040 HOWIE: 1:19pm March 11, 2027 PHIL: 6:44am October 3, 2063 ISRA: 7:53pm November 7, 2029 MEI: 9:45pm June 11, 2023 JOON: 10:53am May 12, 2023 Tomorrow was Joon’s—coincidentally on his birthday. Mei and Clara were freaking out. They kept asking was he scared? Wasn’t he worried? Phil jokingly suggested he should lock himself up indoors and make sure to not go out anywhere, etc. Of course Joon made a big production of it, texting updates all through the morning of his birthday. And then, after 10:53am…. Nothing. Joon’s texts just stopped. It was, of course, all completely fucking staged. Just as cousin Clara dragged in our parents who then called me and insisted I go check on my brother and honey we know it’s just Joon being Joon but go make sure—he finally sent a video thanking everyone for the birthday wishes and exclaiming about how he’d see us all soon to celebrate his birth, not his death, and also how he’d gotten messages from Mom and Dad and so many people and how funny it spread so far, even his boss had called— Sometimes I wanted to strangle my little brother. So anyway, we all agreed later at his birthday party that no one was fooled, and asked who were we actually texting? Turned out we’d been texting Aisha, a girl he’d met and was planning to set me up with (nice of him, though these kinds of dates rarely worked in my favor). So, I added the number to my contacts and then messaged her. ME: Hey, death date girl. Aisha, right? So my little bro dragged you into one of his evil schemes? AISHA: 9:49pm May 15, 2023 ME: lol good one but he already came clean AISHA: 9:49pm May 15, 2023 I frowned as I noticed something that I hadn’t the first time around. “Uh…” I showed the group my phone. “Guys, I don’t think this is Aisha.” General scoffs all around. Because of course they thought I was kidding. But then I opened the contact so they could see the number. Turns out I’d been one digit off this whole time. Everyone else had been messaging Aisha and getting made-up death dates from her. But I’d messaged… someone else. When they realized this, the group sobered up. “Well, well, well… who did you text, then?” Joon snatched my phone, eyes bright with curiosity. “I have no idea…” “Ask them who they are,” suggested cousin Clara. So I did. Again, the same response: 9:49pm May 15, 2023 “Oooh, lemme try!” Mei tapped the mystery number into her phone and whizzed off a text, and almost immediately a bell chimed with a response: 12:33am May 15, 2023 “Oh my God you guys… chills!” squealed Clara. “THAT is creepy.” Mei eyed Joon. “That’s how you do a death date prank.” “Did you set this up?” Joon asked her. “No! I swear!” “All right, that’s enough death dates,” declared our dad. He and Mom could only suffer so much of our antics. The conversation was dropped. As I was heading back home later Joon approached me. He seemed annoyed, convinced either I or someone else was copying his idea, which he claimed wasn’t funny since he’d already done it. Apparently, he really wanted to know who was behind it. I told him I had no clue—but just his asking set a cold pin of anxiety in my brain. After all, if it wasn’t someone in our family group, whose number was that? Imagining some stranger texting back sent icy fingers tracing the flesh of my neck. Joon grumbled that it was probably Mei, then smiled and encouraged me to give Aisha a ring. “Try to be cool,” he said, “and less of a stick in the mud.” “I think the word you’re looking for is ‘responsible,’” I suggested. “‘Serious.’ ‘Mature.’” “All synonyms for ‘boring’!” I flipped him the bird, and then I forgot about the whole “death date” thing for a few days. I didn’t even remember it until today when I went to message Aisha and got that same response: AISHA: 9:49pm May 15, 2023. Shit, I’d forgotten to delete the “death date” number from my contacts after putting her name in. I did so now. I was about to message the real Aisha when curiosity brought me back to the death date number again, now just coming up as “unknown” on my phone. I messaged: ME: Who is this UNKNOWN: 9:49pm May 15, 2023 ME: Mei?? UNKNOWN: 9:49pm May 15, 2023 Fuck it. I borrowed a coworker’s phone, asking if I could send a quick text since mine was dead (a white lie—sometimes I could be as sneaky as Joon), and I sent to the same number the original question again. ME: When is my death date? UNKNOWN: 9:49pm May 15, 2023 Fu…. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled. How the hell had this number responded with the same exact date and time to a completely different phone? The sudden icy grip of fear was impossible to ignore. I called Joon, but it went to voicemail. Moments later, my phone buzzed. JOON: work JOON: ? I sent a rapid series of texts explaining. JOON: one sec JOON: … JOON: I got 9:42pm May 15, 2023 JOON: prolly mei JOON: lol A few hours later, Joon met me at my townhouse. He told me flatly that he couldn’t figure out who owned the number—and it struck me that, given he works at a tech company, he’d probably tried all sorts of tricks to track it down. Annoying as he could be, he’s incredibly smart. The fact he hadn’t figured out where it came from made the knot in my gut tighten. A horrible dread settled over me. “I’m sure it’s just Mei. She’s been out all day and hasn’t been responding to any of my texts. Bet she set this whole thing up to freak us out.” Joon spoke casually, rolling his eyes. He didn’t like to admit when something got under his skin, ever. But having grown up with him, I could spot it in the tension around his eyes, the way his smile didn’t reach them. I called Mei’s phone. Straight to voicemail. “She’s at a show with Clara and her mom,” Joon said. “Been going on about it all week… no coincidence the show ends just a half hour before our death date. Give her enough time to rush over here to scare us. It’s part of this whole thing. Trust me, she’ll be here soon.” And then he grinned, pointing at my laptop. “You’re typing this all up?” I started typing earlier this afternoon. Documenting, in case… well, just in case. “That’s great! Ooh, I know some people you can send it to—you know, make it viral!” “Zero interest,” I said. He rolled his eyes. “It’s like you don’t even want a girlfriend…” 9:39. Still no answer from Mei. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. Joon always kept his on silent, but his eyes darted to it when the screen lit up. He blinked. Showed it to me. We both had the same text. UNKNOWN: KNOCK KNOCK Downstairs, from the front door of the townhome, came knocking. Joon jumped. “Ooooh.” He nodded. “Mei is gooooood. I take it back. She’s giving us a good scare.” I was too freaked out to say anything. I just really hoped it was Mei. Joon shouted, “Mei, is that you?” There was tension in his frame as he called again. Then he put his phone to his ear, and snickered. I heard it, too. A tinkling sound of bells from somewhere just outside the front door—Mei’s ringtone. She was outside. Joon pulled the phone from his ear and called out, “Caught you, Mei! We know it’s you!” He smirked at me. “Be back in a sec,” he said, and hurried down. My phone buzzed again: KNOCK KNOCK From downstairs, the click of the front door latch. I looked at the time on my phone. 9:41. Joon’s time was almost up. Mei really did plan it all perfectly so she could arrive right when he was supposed to meet his end. I heard Joon, calling out the front door for Mei. Probably hiding somewhere to pounce on him. A moment later I heard the scuff of him putting his shoes on and stepping outside. My phone buzzed. JOON: Be back in a sec. I was about to close the browser—this browser, with the window open to the account I’d been documenting of all this—when my phone buzzed again. This time it wasn’t Joon or the unknown number. It was cousin Clara. CLARA: Hey, have you heard from Mei? ME: Yeah, why? CLARA: Oh thank goodness!!! She was supposed to meet me and Mom. The big show?? We got really worried! All our calls went to voicemail. Can you ask her why she didn’t come? The show. Joon had mentioned the show, too. And now I remembered Mei talking about that show at the barbecue—how she’d spent weeks trying to get those tickets. And she’d missed it? A sudden sickness twisted in my stomach, the dread dialing up from a tingle to a horrid lurch like the floor had just been ripped out from under me. I hollered: “JOON! DID YOU FIND HER?” My phone buzzed. JOON: KNOCK KNOCK The rapping on the door was so loud I jumped. It wasn’t down the steps at the front of the building, but right outside my living room door. I hadn’t heard any footsteps come up the stairs. “Uh… hello?” I said. “Let us in!” called Joon. Relief flooded me at the sound of his voice. I got up from my laptop and reached for the knob. I don’t know why I hesitated, suddenly. I just… the feeling of dread was like a noose being pulled around my neck, cutting off the air. A warning. Some primitive instinct. Why hadn’t there been footsteps? I called Joon’s phone. It rang for a while, then went to voicemail. “Why aren’t you answering your phone?” I asked. Silence. Then Joon’s voice, near enough that it was clear there was only the wooden door between us: “Because I’m… right outside the door?” “How do I know it’s you?” His refusal to answer his phone stuck in my mind like a chicken bone caught in my throat. The explosion of my phone’s ringtone made me jump. I picked up the call, and Joon’s voice said into my ear: “Happy now?” “Yes,” I said, relieved. “Knock knock,” he said, and I could almost hear his smile. “Let us in.” “No.” “Bro.” Joon sounded annoyed. My phone buzzed. JOON: :( I quickly tapped back: ME: After 9:50pm JOON: :( He knocked on the door. “Let us in!” He added, “You’re being ridiculous! BRO!” He banged on the door. “Just open the door! It’s us!” “Where’s Mei?” I shot back. A long pause. Still no rustling or footsteps or any other human sounds. Then, Mei’s sing-song voice: “Open the door!” “In five minutes,” I said. It was 9:45. “You seriously want us to just stand here in your hallway for five minutes?” snapped Joon. “Come on!” “Let us in!” chimed Mei. “Let us in!” thundered Joon. But the more they demanded I open the door, the more my pulse raced and my hands slicked with sweat. Why did it matter so much? What was five minutes? Sometimes with siblings, you get in these power struggles. That was what this felt like—like maybe, it was just Joon trying to make me do things his way, annoyed with me trying to control him. Only, I wasn’t trying to control him or Mei. I was genuinely afraid. And I refused to open that door. The shouting and pleading continued, and my phone suddenly began vibrating so much that I had to snatch it up to prevent it falling off the desk. The texts were coming nonstop as the door kept rattling: KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK At 9:49pm, the sounds suddenly ceased. I waited several minutes, frozen in terror, and finally went to the door, hands trembling. Wrapped my fingers around the knob. Opened it. There was nobody in the hallway. Only a few dirty tracks. Strange… Joon always removed his shoes before coming up. The front door was wide open, a cool breeze blowing in. I wandered down and peeked outside, then closed it. Maybe they were in it together. Maybe they were pulling some elaborate prank, like with the cockroaches. I went back upstairs and called Joon’s phone again, hoping he’d pick up. But there was no answer. I called and called. Nothing. I was just about to go out and look for him again when I noticed something facedown on the sofa. Joon’s phone. He must have left it in my living room when he went down to get Mei. I picked it up and saw my missed calls, as well as a bunch of texts from Clara asking about Mei and the show. He knew Mei was missing before he arrived—that explained why he was so tense. But he didn’t want to admit it, thinking she was just one-upping him on his prank. That also explained why he’d been so relieved, in such a hurry to go meet her, when he’d heard her ringtone. I also checked his text history. None of his KNOCK KNOCK messages after he left came from this phone. … It’s now near ten-thirty according to the analog clock on my bookshelf. And I’m freaked out, because my phone and laptop are both frozen at 9:49pm, and have been for the past half hour. I tried calling Mom, tried calling Dad or cousin Clara or anybody, but the line is busy. No matter who I ring, it’s busy. And my laptop, like all the frozen technology, isn’t working. Luckily I can still type in the window that’s already open. So that’s what I’ve been doing… documenting… praying I’ll be able to post this and… and get help… My phone just buzzed. JOON: KNOCK KNOCK And now the phone slips out of my fingers, and icy claws rake down my spine, because the knocking came from inside the room and suddenly I remember how I peeked out the door earlier before I realized the clocks were frozen and words are now flashing across my laptop on their own as fast as I can think them and let me finish typing for you as Joon’s voice chuckles like he always did when he landed a really good prank, back when he was alive, and he whispers right in my ear: “Hey, thanks for letting me in…” submitted by /u/lets-split-up to r/nosleep [link] [comments]

First| Previous| Next Log: 6000000.9.01, Personal, Captain Yormdrill Stars save me. Positive. So the good news is that Sneaky's health is improving. Oh, and the kids set me strait on his name this morning. It's Sneaky, not Sneak. Sneak sounds too mean. Well, I like it either way so it's no hair off my braid. Anyway, I don't know how he managed it, but somehow, somehow between the stars, Sneaky snuck out of his den and took half of my left shoes, and the rest of my right shoes. I saw Trandi lock the door myself, I know I did. I saw her let him out again this morning. Somehow, I know it was him, somehow he hid my shoes when nobody was looking. Oh, and The Navigator only knows where he put them. Yoivdrill said he'd look for them, but I'm more optimistic about my wife finding them. More good news. Sneaky is eating three different kinds of fruit now. I think whatever kind of lemur he is has an instinctual distrust of new foods, so he's testing them one at a time. Or maybe he examines them somehow? At any rate, he won't touch the xlins, morwls or the vunberries. I think the last one is pretty obvious as to why, but the other two are mysteries. I went to work in mismatched shoes. Yaemdrill is a rotten vunberry. Anyway, so since I had four hours of doing the very important task of breathing on the bridge, I decided to pull up the police report and get more details on what Sneaky has been through since it was looking more like we would be nursing him back to health instead of making him comfortable for his last days. I made a mistake. Sweetie, I know you're reading this. Please skip the video. [Imbedded holo video:] The video is very obviously shot competently and cut together with skill from the very first frame. On the left was Sneaky to Yormdrill, Greg to us, dressed in tattered rags, hunched over in a cruelly small cage, while on the right there was what can be described as a moose with scales and double the legs in a similarly cruel confinement. One of the googly eyed gecko people, that Yormdrill recognized as a Ultiat, was in the center, speaking in its native language. Helpfully, it was translated for our stoic blue four armed captain so he could understand as it announced, "WELCOME BACK TO DEATH IN THE PIT! BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND, IS THE BEAST FROM BEYOND THE MOVEAN GULF!" The criminal gestured to Greg to a thunderous cheering, much of it coming from over net links. Then it gestured to the scaly moose and continued, "UP AGAINST A FEARSOME BELVIAN HOWLING TENVAR." While it's one thing to know that crimes happen, it's another to actually see them in progress. Even so, to his credit Yormdrill didn't flinch away from the horror as he watched a creature that he was harboring a growing affection for prodded with stun batons until he collapsed, then injected with a substance that was unlikely to be for his benefit. The actions were repeated on the "fearsome Belvian howling tenvar," and they both had swift and severe reactions. The holo showed a closeup of Greg's eyes to better show off his pupils dilating and contracting as the drug took hold. However, the face that Yormdrill found so cute and expressive was contorted in a grotesque snarl as his entire body began to shake. Then, he suddenly started to use the scant space afforded him to ram into the bars of his cage. The tenvar had a similar reaction, except with more howling as its name implied. The three holograms were wiped away in a swirling cloud of blinking pixels that recoalesced into an aerial view of a pit surrounded by lavish seating which hosed both living beings and holographic viewers. The drugged combatants sprang into the arena filled with rage and pain the instant they were opened up. Despite being drugged out of his mind, Greg didn't just charge an animal with a skull clearly made to smash into things. Instead he ducked under its antlers and lashed out with a viscous kick. It didn't appear to do much besides further enrage the tenvar. Its rage did not avail it. Greg simply sidestepped its next charge and stuck its passing flank with a punch audible to the holocorder. Again and again the tenvar charged, and Greg dodged and struck, until on the eight charge, it stumbled. That's when Greg pressed the attack. Fists, elbow, knees, and feet, he pushed the poor tenver in a circle around the ring with resounding blow after resounding blow as the creature's fear overcame the drugs and it attempted to flee. The doomed creature was exhausted, however, and to its great misfortune, Greg was still fresh. He pursued it around the pit with a savage grace, a predator in its element, until it collapsed with a pitiful bellow that was cut off by Greg's foot crushing its throat. The audience cheered on the brutal display with depraved bloodlust, and somebody shot Greg with a tranquillizer dart from out of frame. He stumbled around the pit snarling and growling fiercely until he too fell to the sand, and the hologram dissolved. [End holo video] I wept. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'd have never believed that anybody could do something that depraved to a living creature. Then there's the fact that Sneaky is not only alive, but according to Trevdi was more than willing to engage in play with Yoivdrill. And seeing the raw power he has, was exceedingly gentle about it too. The poor boy must have been traumatized by the ordeal, but shows no signs of aggression. From everything I've leaned, I think I can conclude that: one, Sneaky was poached from the wild, as he became despondent in the kennel rather than territorial, two, whatever kind of creature Sneaky is are social animals, since he improved once we brought him home, three, aggression is not the norm for Sneaky, since according to the shelter he never attacked or made threat displays against the staff, and four Sneaky is resilient. With that in mind, I commed Trevdi. "Heart, can you see Sneaky just now?" "Yes, is there something wrong?" "Does anything about his behavior jump out to you?" "Actually yes. Yoiv is playing with him just now, Sneaky picks up physical games quickly, and they're taking turns chasing each other around the living room. What jumps out is that every time he does something new around Yoiv, Sneaky looks at me." "Looks at you?" "Yes, why?" "I just watched footage from the fighting pit." "Oh Heart, you shouldn't have..." "No, no. I needed to. They drugged him into a rage and tossed him into a pit with another drugged animal. It was pretty harrowing. They fought to the death." "Do you need m-" "Thank you, my Heart. No, I am okay. What's more, I think that Sneaky is going to be okay too. I wanted to see if you'd noticed any social behaviors." "Such as making sure a cub's mother isn't upset with him for playing too roughly." "Exactly." "Yorm... what are you thinking?" "I'm thinking if I ever see that poacher, I'll shoot him." Admittedly, that was a bit dark for me, but Trevdi just bid me a good shift and told me she loves me before I disconnected. I ruminated on the savagery I had born witness to, and resolved to insist to Trandi that Sneaky needs a veterinary psychological evaluation. I was pleased when she popped in just before lunch to use the hypercom. It turns out that she found a vet with a level three scanner, which should get us a list of his dietary needs and foods to avoid. I started by gently prodding her to ask if they had a vetpsych on staff. "Why, Daddy?" she asked. Not with defiance, but curiosity. I was reminded again of how innocent of the world she still is, and would be for a while longer. "I was going through the police report for when they rescued Sneaky," I began slowly, "and I saw that they hurt him. Hurt him badly." I could see that she wanted to know more, but she just asked, "How will they know what his psychology is supposed to be like?" "Well, I don't know if they can, but they might be able to find out if anything would trigger aggression." "Daddy, Sneaky hasn't done anything like aggression this whole time!" "I know, Sweetie, I'm not picking on him," to which she raised an eyebrow, "I'm not. You have to remember that he was being forced to fight other animals, and that probably traumatized him. It wouldn't be good for him to relapse into the pit fight mentality, so if we can avoid it we should." "Okay, okay. I want to help him." "Then you should have him evaluated. If it doesn't tell you anything, it's just two hours spent finding out that vetpsychs don't know anything about Sneaky." She nodded and made the call, and scheduled an appointment for a level three medical scan and asked if it was possible to do a veterinary psychological evaluation on an animal of unknown species for the purposes of determining its proclivities toward aggression, flight, freeze, or other survival strategies that might pose a danger on a starship. I nearly burst with pride. Once she was done, she gave me a hug and went to quarters saying that she wanted to give Sneaky a bath. I was just a little sad that she wasn't going to come with me on my rounds to check the ship's systems. Maybe Yoidrill will be interested in tinkering with robots, or maybe we can introduce Sneaky to the rest of the ship soon. So long as he doesn't get lost. Dear Diary, Sneaky is weird. And smart. Everyone saw me lock his door last night, but this morning like half of Daddy's shoes were missing, and I think Sneaky knows Daddy's the one who wanted him locked in the closet. Well serves him right. I know that animals can take revenge, but it usually isn't this funny. He can probably smell Daddy on his shoes. I almost think he took the shoes he did to force Daddy to wear mismatched shoes in the active areas of the ship and get made fun of. That can't be right since Sneaky hasn't met Uncle Yaemdrill yet, so he couldn't know about him. I swear that Sneaky looked smug when I let him out this morning. Not that I blame him. Before we went to eat, I went in his room to treat his injuries with the pain relief cream I read about. I made sure to set the dispenser to the lowest setting just in case it's actually bad for him, then I put some on my own face and told him it was okay so he could see that I wasn't trying to hurt him like the mean people the police arrested. This weird look came over him, he got all pale, then I don't know, kind of looked inwards? If that makes sense? But then he set his jaw and just nodded and like got all still. So I put the cream on his bruises, starting with the one around his eye, and he didn't even flinch at all. That much bruising HAS to hurt even if his bones are somehow fine, but he was perfectly still for me. He even lifted up his shirt when I was done with his face. I almost cried. His torso had big purple splotches all over it, and these gross looking yellow edges to them where they were fading. I hope I didn't hurt him any more putting on the cream. He just nodded his head at me and smiled when he put his, really Yoiv's, shirt down again. I feel like he was telling me it was okay. It felt pretty special to be trusted like that though, I wonder if that's how doctors and vets feel? Is that what I wanna be? Can I still be a doctor on a ship? I don't think I'd like living at just one star. So anyway Sneaky didn't do anything weird at breakfast, and even had a much smaller meal, but still as much as Daddy and only fruits. He sure eats a lot for something so short. Anyway, I had to go to class and told Sneaky I'd be back soon, but Yoiv said that he and Sneaky would have tons of fun with him. I'm sure at least one of them would have lots of fun. Anyway, I went to Mrs. Howzits's quarters for my lessons. If there's a such thing as a ship's teacher, then some ships have to have doctors, right? Anyway, I showed off the holos of Sneaky I took and everyone was totally jealous of how cute a pet I had. Since I'm like super cool, I promised to bring him as soon as I think he can handle going out of quarters. Except of course, Yaigdrill. Ugh. He's such a JERK. We're family and whatever but I can't stand him sometimes. So I ask around about getting Sneaky some clothes anyway, and Yaigdrill just can't help himself. "Yoiv didn't outgrow his clothes yet." "I need the clothes for Sneaky, not Yoiv." "You want to hand down pet clothes to your brother?" I KNOW he KNEW that I had gotten an adult pet. Mom had put pictures up on the ship's message board and explained the whole thing. He was just being a butt, except I kept my cool. "No, I don't think Sneaky is going to outgrow anything, and he doesn't have a tail so his pants would be different." He was probably mad that I could get words out, so he tried a different attack: "Only ditzes dress up their pets, you know." "How lucky, Sneaky dressed himself. It's part of how he got his name," I said, and then I got to tell the story about how he disappeared and reappeared without anybody seeing him move. Then like I dragged it out of him, he admitted, "Mom said you can have some of my old stuff." I thanked him and then asked if anybody knew how to sew a tailhole closed, and maybe take in the waist a little. Yaigdrill was a hefty kid. He got all offended as if adjusting the fit of clothes was an insult, and we settled down for our lessons. Math. Ugh. Why can't math be easy? Anyway, we finished up early and Vringi said that she liked to sew plush toys together in her spare time, and wanted to try making the alterations. I said that she should come back to our quarters with me tomorrow and if Sneaky likes her we can start right away. Also, I mentioned that Yoiv loves plush toys, and that made her smile. Then, I hurried to the bridge to see if Daddy would let me use the Hypercom to call ahead to the station to get a level three scan done. It was no problem, and Daddy even said that we should have a vetpsych evaluate Sneaky. At first I thought Daddy was picking on him, but then he explained that the... the bad people hurt him in a way that might have left behind triggers, so that if he gets scared he might lash out in fear without meaning to. I don't exactly like the idea of trying to scare him to see if he get's scared and attacks though. It seems mean to me. I didn't dwell on it, since I had to get back to our quarters to give Sneaky a bath before he turned into stinky. It was interesting. It started out okay, I got a the bathtub of cool water all ready for him, and started to do the trick I do for Yoiv when he decides he doesn't want a bath. It was easy at first, since he'd been playing active games with Yoiv, so he probably thought I was going to show him a new game when I grabbed his hands and started to swing them like we were dancing. I thought it'd go even easier with Sneaky since he only has two arms, but the instant I reached for the hem of his shirt, he slipped out of my grip. I was so surprised that I didn't notice him walk past me right into the bathroom until he shut the door. When I heard the tub draining, I tried the door, and it was locked. It made sense, since he could obviously get past a locked door. Then, I went to Mom for the key. I explained the situation, and she came with me, but when we opened the door, Sneaky was lounging in a steaming tub of water. That is, until he noticed us coming in. He sort of folded up on himself and gave us a glare, like he thought we were barging in on him or something. Mom didn't care, she just got out the sensitive skin tearless toddler and infant shampoo, and pulled the shower head down to use it like a wand. She took a sec to match the temperature from the shower head with his bath, and went to work on his scruffy red mane. He went to wave her off, but mom just lightly tapped his hand and Sneaky just sat there and SULKED like Mom took away his tolki. He did rinse out his own hair though, he just sank under the water when Mom reached for the wand again. It felt kind of awkward to be standing there while he looked uncomfortable, so I collected Yoiv's jammies for the laundry and went to go find Sneaky another set to borrow. He came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped over his shoulders like a cape and his face almost as red as his hair, snatched the jammies right out of my hand, and STALKED to his little room. If he had a tail, it would have been bristling. I asked Mom why she did that even though he obviously didn't like it. "Did you see the state of his hair?" she answered, "There's no way anybody could have untangled that on their own. It's all mussed up again since he towel dried it, but maybe he'll let you brush and braid it." He did. By the time he came back out of his little room, he only looked annoyed, and meekly followed me to the living room where he sat on the edge of the couch in front of me, kind of like Yiov does, but with more slumping and less fidgeting. He had the worst split ends, but I don't think he cared. Nothing else really that interesting happened today, but I kind of wonder if Sneaky is going to break out again and do something weird. Journal Entry: 4. Date: 1/1/3. Name: Greg George Okay big guy, you wanna go to war? We can go to fucking war. You're lucky that you share a berth with Mom because now I can't use chemical, bio, or local fauna attacks. Just because I'm on a ship doesn't mean I'm ruling out there being a xeno ant farm somewhere on board. Dr. Johan would say that I'm lashing out with childish petulance to try to assert control over my situation, and I don't give a shit if it's childish. I'm God-damn Republican Infantry, and you don't fuck with an infantryman's fucking sleep. We'll put up with whatever crappy berth you can spare us, but you just don't go out of your way to make it fucking worse. Sack time is the sacred fucking right of the infantry since time immemorial. That and fucking mail call. So shut up internal therapist voice, you don't know what you're talking about. We taught the shiprats and the boatbois not to start barracks war. I'll teach him too. Okay, I feel better. I'm still defeating that lock and messing with him though. No joke, Mission Impossible theme played in my head. The old version, 2D played on real instruments. Theme music only plays in my head when failure means minor embarrassment and not anything serious. I went up to my stash/lab and got my plastic knife. P-P-P-P-P-P-P and all that jazz, and it was a simple matter to slide the knife in between the door and the jamb and depress the latch so I could open the door. I didn't really have a plan yet, so I decided to explore a little. I quickly found that I could actually jump just high enough to grab onto one of the overhead handles, and that I could open the adjacent cabinet by pressure on the lip of the door alone., and wonder of wonder, the first cabinet I checked was mostly empty. Just some vacuum sealed bags that probably had pillows or quilts in them. Good info for later. I couldn't shut the doors completely silently, but a pause and a good listen after each soft thump told me that it went unnoticed. It seemed that the hallway cabinets were sparsely used, and were for keeping spares handy should the need arise more than anything. Just things like bedlinens and pillows though, no spare coats or jumpsuits that I could tell. Good for sneaking. The overhead in the dining area was almost completely unused, just some random containers wanting a lid, or lids wanting a container, each held onto for the scant hope of finding its mate rather than tossing it in the recycler. Well that gave me an idea. I left the door open and dropped down to the deck, and crept into the master bedroom. The dad snores. Loudly. Good to know. Also, he had like ten pairs of shoes and boots. Well I took five lefts and five rights so he technically has five pairs of shoes. It just so happened that none of them would match in the future. I stashed them in the unused cabinet and padded my way back to my berth for some sack time. I made sure to wait patiently for Lucy to let me out of my cabin so nobody could convince themselves that they simply forgot to lock the door. Then hilarity ensued. The dad went around in circles looking for his missing shoes for about half an hour before he dejectedly put on one work boot and one athletic looking shoe. This can all end tonight buddy, nobody else got pranked, just you, and you know why. Deep down you know why. So while the dad was trying to decide whether he'd gone bonkers, Lucy came into my berth with this weird tube looking thing. She pushed a button and this sort of light blue cream came out. She rubbed it into her cheek just under her eye in a way that I could clearly see every step. Ah, you're trying to show that you're not going to hurt me. Just because it's safe for you doesn't mean it's safe for me though, so I had to think about letting that tube get close to me. Then, I realized that she was repeating the same sound groupings to me in a soothing tone. Was she trying to name me? I thought about trying to do the "Me Tarzan you Janebot" thing, but the thought of speaking aloud was terrifying. At that moment, I felt the black pit of despair welling up to swallow me and drag me down as I realized that I was in the shit again. However, I could hear Dr. Johan saying, "You're not back where you started, you're at the foot of a new mountain. Why should you be surprised that the trees and rocks at the foot of this mountain look like the ones from the last mountain? You're not backsliding, you're employing previously successful survival strategies to see if they work." Thank you internal therapist voice, I'll talk when I'm ready. In the meanwhile, I'll try to pick out the word that's my newest nickname. I let her put the cream on, and I guess the bruises were a little less tender? I thought they were healing just fine, and compared to either feeling like my blood was on fire or like there were maggots under my skin, some tender spots wasn't much to deal with. I thought I'd show off how well I was healing by lifting my borrowed shirt. Whoops, she teared up immediately. Letting her put the cream on the bruises seemed to mollify her though, so I gave her a winning smile, and let her lead me to breakfast. What they were having smelled fine, but I didn't want to risk chemical burns inside my digestive tract, so I opted for having some of the safe fruits. Just like four of them, I wasn't coming off of a long fast, after all. This time Lucy went out the bulkhead too, so it was just Mom, Linus, and me in the quarters. Well, it didn't matter much, because Linus had already decided that I'd be spending the morning in play with him. So I'm a softie, sue me. Instead of coming up with new and interesting ways for somebody only a little taller than him to lift or carry him, Linus was interested in chasing and being chased. For obvious reasons, Linus had the most limited vocabulary, which meant a higher rate of repetition, and more cross-references with the other speakers in the house. Hello hyperactive Rosetta Stone. Besides, playing tag and hide and seek with him was fun. He was delighted, and it rubbed off on me. The fun couldn't last, however. When Lucy came home, the trickery started. She went into the head and ran a bath, then came up to me and acted like we were going to start dancing. I played along and waited for the shoe to drop. Sure enough, she lifted my hands with one set of arms and reached for the hem of my shirt with her other ones. Needless to say I noped out of that weirdness right away. I noped out right into the head and locked the door behind me. I did a quick sniff test and found that yes, I did need to bathe. A quick finger dip in the water showed that Lucy had severely misjudged what a comfortable bath was. It would have been fine for soaking swollen feet after a long day's trekking through rough terrain. One drain and refilling later, and I was just getting comfortable and wondering whether I should have looked for the soap first, when all three of the present family members came barging in. I gave them a good scowl for not taking the locked door as the hint for my desire for privacy that it was, but only Lucy had the grace to be embarrassed. Linus clearly didn't know any better, and Mom gave no fucks. She gave no fucks so hard that she produced a bottle of soap from somewhere, pulled down the showerhead, and proceeded to start scrubbing my scalp. When I tried to take over she just slapped my hands away, and I was faced with the choice of either trying to fight against somebody giving me a bath, or stoically accepting the situation with whatever shreds of dignity I could muster. I chose dignity. Up to now, I haven't mentioned the Bleivuses hair, since it wasn't relevant, kind of like how my hair was irrelevant except for it needing a wash and a brush, and preferably a cut. However, apparently amongst the Bleivuses, everybody wore their hair in a braid. Even Linus had his hair in a braid. This did not bode well for my preferred solution. I found that indeed, I was expected to have my hair brushed and braided when I saw Lucy waiting outside my cabin with a hairbrush and ties. Fantastic. I'm just going to end up the dorkiest human in existence if these cultural quirks keep piling on like this. I was pretty sure if I refused Lucy would cry, so basically I had no choice but to sit there on the couch as she brushed my hair out while it was still damp and wove it all together in some kind of black magic ritual unknown to the likes of me. It turned out that the braid didn't look half bad, if it wasn't for the pastel colors and cartoon characters on my clothes, I'd have a sort of Viking thing going. It wasn't the first time I was bathed by a woman against my will as an adult, but those other times had involved broken bones and/or shrapnel. I swear I'm going to bathe in the night from now on so this weirdness doesn't happen again. More importantly, I need to see whether the dad has decided to concede the barracks war or if he wants to be pranked some more. First| Previous| Next submitted by /u/TheCurserHasntMoved to r/HFY [link] [comments]

This happened back in 2010 when I lived in Winter Garden, FL, with my husband and his dying uncle. Background: my husband and I moved in with his sick uncle after losing so much during the 2008 housing market crash in the US like many of my husband's lawn maintenance customers. We also moved in with his uncle into a condo because his uncle had stage 4 cirrhosis of the liver, and his self-entitled sister and her family refused to help take of him. My husband (a retired Seminole County sheriff's officer important later) and I got ourselves set in the condo's two bedrooms as his uncle had himself set up in the living room including his bed. On the first day, we found dangerous black mold caused by a leaky dishwasher. On the second day, we found the master shower had loose tiles and a leaky showerhead. On the third day, we found a nest of brown recluse spiders in the living room. We talked with his uncle about these problems and found out that the Slumlord (friends with self-entitled sister/aunt and her family) was refusing to take care of the issues as required by law. We wanted to start legal actions then, but my husband's uncle talked us out of it several times. The Slumlord was nice to us so long as my husband's sick uncle was alive. The very next day after my husband's uncle died was a completely different story. Slumlord had turned nasty, aggressive, and began to try and strong arm evict us like we were nothing more than drug addicts squatters. Slumlord even bowed up and aggressively tried to fight my husband when we dropped off our next rent check. He kept telling us that we had to move or ELSE, but yet refused to follow actual FL laws to evict us. Slumlord and his corrupt Winter Garden PD code enforcement officer wife even recruit my husband's self-entitled aunt and uncle to start harassing about "just moving even if we had to live in a tent". Self-Entitled Aunt: Why don't you and my RSO nephew just move so they can rent the condo to another senior? Husband: We don't have anywhere else to go yet, and he MUST go through eviction laws or get into very serious trouble. Self-Entitled Aunt: You're nothing but trouble, retired SCSD officer nephew! You've been problems since the day you were born! Get out of their condo and stop being a problem for everyone! Who cares if you have to live in a tent?! All of this made my retired SCSD officer husband who specialized in uncovering corrupted law enforcement VERY suspicious. We talked and began investigating Slumlord and Corrupt Code Enforcement Wife. My first order was to place all rent into escrow with evidence of repairs that have been neglected. Second, I sent a notification of cease and desist of harassment to the Slumlord and Self-Entitled Aunt. Next I researched public property tax records. Woohoo! Pay dirt there! Slumlord's condo wasn't registered as a rental property with the state of FL and was paying far less in property taxes than Slumlord should've been paying. Property tax records also showed that Slumlord did NOT own the condo. It was still deeded to his mother which I found out had been living in a retirement home for five years before my husband's uncle moved in. My husband found out that Corrupt Code Enforcement Wife had been inspecting and signing off on hers and Slumlord's properties, including the condo, which is against FL code enforcement conduct laws. I found out from neighbors in the condo that Slumlord had only been renting to seniors with severe health issues. My best discovery though next to tax evasion was finding out that the Condo Owners Association had a very strict no renting/leasing policy, meaning you or family had to live in the condo and couldn't be rented. The Revenge: Now that we had all of our evidence, my husband and I began to knock down all of the Slumlord's dominoes. My husband went and filed a complaint with the Winter Garden Police Department about Corrupt Code Enforcement wife and her perjuring inspections on her family properties. My husband has a glowing record in Seminole County and with the FDLE for having over 200 clean arrests and taking down nearly 60 corrupt public officials including child protective services in the early 2000s. This background helped push WGPD to open an investigation into Corrupt Code Enforcement Wife. They discovered that not only had she perjured inspections on her family's properties but also on my husband's self-entitled aunt and uncle's property as well. This got Corrupt Code Enforcement Wife fired, stripped of her state enforcement officer's license, and convicted of multiple crimes. I sent all property tax fraud evidence to the FL's property tax division. That got the state to investigate Slumlord. The state found that not only did he commit property tax fraud on the condo but also on a property that he was renting to his son and self-entitled aunt's son along with business tax fraud and income tax fraud. Both Slumlord's son and self-entitled aunt's son were also busted for possession of illegal narcotics with intent to sell when investigators came to the rental house they lived. I never expected that much fraud to be found from all of this, but I'm glad it happened. The business tax fraud of Slumlord affected Self-Entitled Aunt and Self-Entitled Uncle as well since they were his business partners. Self-Entitled Uncle then came under investigation by the USPS board as he was the Post Master of Winter Garden. Self-Entitled Uncle lost his comfy job and pension after it was discovered how he was assisting Slumlord in the tax fraud scam and for stealing money orders. All four were convicted of multiple white collar crimes, had to sell their properties and most of their stuff, serve some form of time, and pay huge amounts of fines and restitution. Slumlord, his wife, hubby's self-entitled aunt, and hubby's self-entitled uncle along with their sons all went down for multiple crimes both felonies and misdemeanors all because they thought they could strong arm evict us. Just proves how smart we tenants can really be when pushed. Also proves why everyone should know all rental laws and how to research public records because it can save you in the end. submitted by /u/KarasuTepes80 to r/NuclearRevenge [link] [comments]

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Disclaimer: I am a gay man. A small update to the situation with Sauron: Future FiL is still holding firm that he isn't going to be supporting her any longer and that if she wants money, she should work for it. He isn't divorcing her, unfortunately. Sauron hasn't made an appearance since my man told her to leave. We are still proceeding with legal action. The story I am telling happened three years ago. My man and I had just graduated college and moved in together. Sauron's house needed to be fumigated, which Future FiL confirmed, and we graciously allowed them to live with us for a week. My man was still in denial about how bad his mother really was. He still prioritized my feelings, but he admits his normal radar was off from growing up with Sauron and his family. They had a very nucleic family dynamic, and there was an open door policy for family. His normal radar aligned itself in college and adult life when things were pointed out to him and he saw how other people lived. An example was that most children did not have their mothers uprooting the entire family from Tennessee to move to the state where they'd be attending college. So that is the backstory with his family. Day one: Sauron and FiL arrived. FiL was apologetic about the whole thing and he promised to keep out of our hair. FiL is a good man. Be like FiL. Sauron, on the other hand, was delighted to be there and declared that our place could use a woman's touch. It did not. I can't fault taste, but my man and I favour a contemporary vibe, whereas she likes things rustic and homey. She made herself at home in the kitchen and said that it was lucky she was here so my man and his roommate (me) didn't need to live off ramen and takeout. With her here, we'd get to eat good hearty food. My man corrected her to remind her that I wasn't his roommate, but we left it at that. We both new how to cook and while it isn't likely that we're going to win Masterchef, our cooking is still tasty. She tried to have us say grace and cried after we declined and offered a moment of silence for all parties eating to respect their own faiths. On the first day, she inspected our apartment and made it known that my man should move back in with them where he'd be more comfortable. Day Two: We left for work and came back to find that she had redecorated. She had replaced pictures on the wall that were of the two of us with pictures of just my man or pictures of him and his family. She had went shopping. We had tacky new cushions, throws, ornaments, and she happily informed us that she'd taken down the gruesome things and put them away. By gruesome things, she meant items which were of cultural significance to me which my man also liked. How many people can say they have a trident in their home? It was made clear to her that she needed to put things back the way they were and return her shit. She was not happy and cried in the bathroom about how my man was forgetting his family. FiL put a pin in that balloon and she grudgingly put things back to normal the next day. Day three: She sings in the shower. She showers at around half past three everyday. By this I mean 3am. By day three, I was covering my head with a pillow every morning to try and drown out her rendition of Dolly Parton. I still can't listen to Jolene without wincing. On day three, she finally decided to do the wonderful cooking that she'd been hyping up since arriving. She went to a takeout place, bought food, brought it back with her, put it into our pots to reheat, and she acted as though it was her cooking. To this day, she insists that it was her cooking and that the receipt from the takeout place was not hers. Receipts are dated, idiot woman. Day four: She complained that she'd been trying to clean and that our bedroom had been locked. For obvious reasons, we lock our bedroom when we have houseguests over because that's our personal space. My man and I did not allow her entry even when she cried. It was my turn to cook that day (whatever happened to the week of good, hearty cooking?) and my man had requested traditional Greek food. I checked with Sauron and FiL first and I'll admit I was a bit eager to share some of my heritage with my good in-law. Sauron commented that the meat was dry, the veg tasted like sweat, and that the sauce was runny and sour. FiL and my man disagreed. She cried again and tried reminding us of the lovely meal she'd cooked (cough. Bought. Cough again) the day before. As of day four, I was officially done. Day five: She snooped around the entire apartment until she found the ring of spare keys for all our doors. Our bed is on the fancier side and has a remote to adjust the recline, for instance. It has a massage function. Sauron made herself at home on our bed and she used our master bathroom. I was so furious that I was ready to throw her out there and then, but we reached a compromise. FiL would take her to work with him for the day, and she'd only be in our apartment when he was there. She tried to smugly inform us that the detachable showerhead had been very nice, as if to stake her claim there. My man had had it as well by now and smartly informed her that we frequently have sex in the shower, so if the showerhead was sticky, she should know why. Day six: Day six was a Saturday and we had the place to ourselves as FiL had taken Sauron to work with him. We noticed things. Our nice ice cream was almost empty. A silicon ring was missing from our bedroom. There was a lot of hair on the floor of the master bathroom. Sauron later confessed she'd borrowed my man's razor to shave. We threw the razor away immediately. On day six, we wanted to do the devil's tango, and we took advantage of the empty apartment to do it. We lost track of time and we're interrupted by Sauron and FiL arriving home. Normal parents will take a closed bedroom door and muffled sex noises to mean do not enter. My roommate in college would sometimes just knock on the door once to let us know to keep it down because he was home. Sauron decided my man sounded ill and barged in. She was not happy with what she saw, but I can say that my mother-in-law has seen both my asshole and what her son's legs look like when in the air. She tried to make her own loud sex noises that night until FiL walked out of the room and spent the night on the couch after knocking on our door to apologise for her acting like a moron. He was kinda horrified that his wife wanted to have loud sex in the bedroom right next to where we were sleeping. Day seven: We had a tense breakfast and out they went. This was the last day that they needed to be out of their house. Bye bye bye. She tried to make us attend church with her first, which wasn't happening. Even if we had decided to humor her, the church she attends isn't known for its tolerance. FiL agreed with us that they could spend the day going shopping and just be out and go back to their own home in the evening. Sauron tried to have a tearful goodbye at the door. I'm not making this up when I say what happened next was right out of a sitcom. She was tearing up and trying to grasp my man, and we closed the door on her and locked it. FiL took her away before she could cause a scene. My man decided I deserved a treat for not killing his mother and we did it on every flat surface in the apartment. Oh, and she called the next week to ask for me to repay her for the groceries she bought for cooking her delicious hearty meal. submitted by /u/TheNameIsPoseidon to r/JUSTNOMIL [link] [comments]

She's in Kitsap county, and came home to it today. You have to pull a string to get water when you want it. Her roommate said the maintenance guy showed up today and said it was part of building upgrades. I'll look at the lease tonight, but this is bullshit. He didn't even install it correctly, shower is currently non functional. Thoughts? Input? Thank you! submitted by /u/Icabezudo to r/SeattleWA [link] [comments]