2022.01.28 21:39 strawberrymallows Cockroach in the pool tiktok
It was a guy who claimed he had 5 minutes until his aderal kicked in and then he went outside and picked up a cockroach from his swimming pool and threw it in the air.
Any leads would be helpful!😭
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2022.01.28 21:39 pit_of_despair666 Real life Pizza Man 😂
2022.01.28 21:39 JuniceLiew Even though it is still in the early stages, Facebook's #crypto project, Diem is considering selling its assets to restore funds to its investors. On top of that, Diem is unsure if it can find a buyer. Read on Diem's project (previously known as Libra) here.
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2022.01.28 21:39 billgatesgotback Me:
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2022.01.28 21:39 GlassFoam Does pasta everyday cause diabetes?
I want to branch my question out a little.
The reality is that nobody seems to have a concrete answer to this, and I'm flabbergasted.
I know there are things that increase your CHANCES of getting diabetes (2), but why arent there any solid answers about this?
Will eating huge amounts of pasta everyday, for example, and staying at a healthy weight, mean that you probably won't get diabetes?
What about eating a tub of ice cream and staying in the normal weight range?
Is this about being fat or is it about the amount of sugar you eat?
Is sugar in general villainized unfairly by the media?
Why are all scientific studies regarding this oversimplification? How don't scientists have exact percentages and exact amounts of sugar you would have to take to cause an insulin dependence?
A little light shed on this matter would be helpful.
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2022.01.28 21:39 GslmaxGames Estreia Hoje! | LoL todos os Sábados às 18:30h
2022.01.28 21:39 liamfellows06 Selling a SIGNED sealed copy of the Pink Variant of “Casual Acquaintances”
2022.01.28 21:39 One-Calligrapher-284 we got blackmailed
2022.01.28 21:39 PM_ME_SSTEAM_KEYS haha👌yes
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2022.01.28 21:39 Pip201 Customizable superflats
With the new menu coming to bedrock, I think it would be a great opportunity to add back customizable superflat worlds. Editions players will remember how nice the old superflat menu was, so why not add something similar back? It would also be great to see buffet worlds and other custom world options come to bedrock as well.
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2022.01.28 21:39 peepeduk How are y’all going to study for the AP exams?
I want to start studying by the beginning of February but I’m pretty lazy and I don’t really know how to sort things out.
Kinda just want to read the whole book or something but the AP questions is just not my thing…
Any tips or schedules that y’all gonna have to study smarter and not harder?
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2022.01.28 21:39 TheSevenFN We should get Paradigm back on our side
2022.01.28 21:39 annalyz do u like my new mage transmog ?
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2022.01.28 21:39 Meister-Schnitter Suggestion on Singleplayer content
Don’t know if I stand alone with this opinion, but I actually really liked the singleplayer portion of Wargame: European Escalation
It had those four separate campaigns on different settings with halfway scripted missions. None of that Total War style turn-based stuff, just simple missions. Quite tough missions, if I remember correctly.
Also, the first of those campaigns featured an actual little tutorial. Until today, I am staggered that Red Dragon featured nothing more than a glorified in-game manual. If Eugen wants to kickstart this new title, teaching newcomers how to play needs to be one of the top priorities.
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2022.01.28 21:39 Moh_Shuvuu Siobhan (by グリーナ-(古愁娜))
2022.01.28 21:39 brickwallrunner [Rushia and Amelia] Among other things, today I learned that Ame's shoelaces, which are out of sight 99% of the time, have actual physics rigged to them
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2022.01.28 21:39 parmerando O Zagueiro canhoto chegou! Lucas Freitas diz que será integrado ao profissional: "Agora é hora de alçar novos voos honrando esse manto na equipe profissional."
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2022.01.28 21:39 thedevilhack3r Unofficial (Until Dewdrinkr sees and takes over) Discord server!
There hasn't been a discord made for this game yet and figured it would be a good idea to get the community gathered here.
Looking forward to seeing y'all there.
u/dewdrinkr Get in here and take over :p
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2022.01.28 21:39 izukaneki An interesting Spider-Man concept
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2022.01.28 21:39 NEMESIS_DRAGON After 27 failed attempts, i have Finally beat opium trail on brutal.
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2022.01.28 21:39 mark_enzo090 I got the parts from shoppee lol
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2022.01.28 21:39 jrayolson Looking to buy a Neo Geo AES. What are some good things to know?
2022.01.28 21:39 hellabryanstyle If you're in the mood for a long read...
This story was originally written in May 2007 right after it happened to me. I initially posted it to the old Porcupine Tree forum that existed back then, and then removed it after asking Simon (can't remember his last name) if he'd publish it in Carbon Nation, a Porcupine Tree fan magazine that he ran along with the forum at the time.
He did publish it, and I'm very grateful that he did, because I lost my digital copy a few years later. Since 2012, the only copy of my story that I've had was in the issue of Carbon Nation that was framed on my wall along with some other things from Porcupine Tree's tour that year.
I've been meaning to take it out and retype it to ensure its preservation for years and I finally have. Retyping it and rereading it was an exhilarating trip down memory lane. A massive thanks in advance to anyone who takes the time to read through it. It's still the most epic adventure of my life.
A Smart Kid
On May 6th, I flew up to Portland, OR from San Francisco, CA where I am from to visit some good friends of mine and see the first two shows of the US leg of Porcupine Tree’s Tour of a Blank Planet.
The first of these was on the 8th in Seattle and was the second show in a row that I attended at which the band experienced a technical failure. The first of these shows was last fall in San Francisco when Steven’s amp malfunctioned. He killed time at that show by playing Even Less and Cover Version One acoustically. This time around it was the accompanying video that went out sometime in the middle of Anesthetize. During the brief interim this time around, Steven began to do what appeared to be an acoustic version of Trains. The rest of the band ended up joining him, however, and it turned into a very nice impromptu performance.
Portland was the next day, and marked the first time that I saw the band from the front row. I was right in between Steven’s microphone and Colin, which turned out to be the perfect place. For whatever reason, every single time that Steven felt like rocking out, he would approach the bit of space between his microphone and Colin at the end of the stage. There were a few times when I literally had to move my arms back off the stage to keep him from stepping on them, or tripping. I was also the only person who could reach Steven’s setlist at the end of the show and made sure to snatch it immediately after the band exited the stage following the encore.
I used the band’s day off the next day to fly home and rest up for my hometown show the day after that. The San Francisco show actually had the same exact setlist as Seattle, but as there was no technical malfunction, Trains was not played and Even Less was not cut. I paid the extra five dollars for a general admission ticket, but ended up deciding to view the show from the balcony instead as the floor was already beyond packed by the time I got in there. The view from the balcony area was nice, and The Warfield is set up in such a way that you don’t feel too far from the band when you’re up there. It was nice to sit back and take in the band and the visuals from that different angle.
I waited around outside The Warfield after the show and spoke to Steven. I was undecided at that point as to whether or not I should drive down for the next two shows in LA, so I decided the gust of wind that would blow me to one side of the fence or the other would be determined by whether or not the band was planning to rotate A Smart Kid into the setlist every couple of shows as they had on the UK tour. Steven said it was likely they would play it at one of the shows in LA since they were doing two there. I said thanks and that I would see him tomorrow.
Some background: I first got into Porcupine Tree when I heard In Absentia playing at my friend’s house just a few weeks before Deadwing came out. The music intrigued me right off the bat, and a few weeks after downloading In Absentia and listening to a burned copy of Deadwing incessantly, I began legitimately collecting the entire back catalog. A Smart Kid was a song that jumped out at me upon my very first listen to Stupid Dream.
My first two opportunities to see Porcupine Tree in concert were in June 2005, but they were both taken from me due to a pre-existing scheduling conflict. I was flying out to Georgia four days before they played in San Francisco. Ironically enough, I was also scheduled to fly back to California four days before they played in Atlanta. A Smart Kid was played at both shows.
Since then, A Smart Kid has acquired a deeper meaning to me, as it now reminds me of my late best friend who passed away in November 2005 at the age of 17. I had always wanted to see the song performed live, but even more so since my friend’s untimely death, and it seemed as though this was going to be my opportunity to do so, so I made plans to leave for Los Angeles the next day. The plan was simple: Get in car. Drive to LA. See PT. Spend night somewhere. See PT. Drive home. The result was anything but.
I started out on my five-six hour journey to Southern California around noon the next day, giving myself plenty of time to get there, and possibly even end up with a decent spot in line. I was no more than 45 minutes away from the show, just about at the peak of the Grapevine, which is basically the only portion of the highway that leads from Northern California to Southern California that isn’t a perfectly flat, straight line, when my car overheated. I pulled off the road and did everything I possibly could, but I could not get the damn thing to start up again. I spent five hours on the side of the Grapevine waiting for a tow truck, and missed the first of the LA shows completely.
The tow truck took me about 15 miles south to a small town at the Southern foot of the Grapevine called Castaic. ‘Small’ is quite an understatement. Think of the smallest town you’ve even been to and divide it by at least 100. Maybe more like a trillion. The town literally consisted of two gas stations, two motels, a mechanic’s shop, and a Jack in the Box. We dropped my car off at the shop around midnight. I was obviously going to have to wait until the next day in order to get my car looked at so I walked to one of the motels and paid for a night.
At that point, I was pretty anxious to know if I had missed the show at which A Smart Kid was played, so I called my friend Derrick and had him log in to the Porcupine Tree forum as me and see if he could find the thread for the show at The Avalon.
‘Okay, I found it. Let’s see, uh, there’s a list of songs here—’ ‘Read it to me.’ ‘Fear of a Blank Planet, Lightbulb Sun, My Ashes, A-ne, uh, A-ne-this-tize, Open Car, Gravity Eyelids, Drown with Me, A Smart Kid……’
His voice trailed off, and in that moment, all hell broke loose. Pillows flew across the room. TVs were smashed. Fires were started. People DIED. I was basically channeling one of those kids from the Fear of a Blank Planet music video. Either that or I’m exaggerating and what I really did was sit there feeling more upset about the fact that I had missed A Smart Kid for the third time in as many chances than I was about the fact that my car was broken down a block and a half away. I went to sleep pissed at myself for not ditching the piece of shit and hitchhiking my way there.
The next day made every attempt it possibly could to be even worse than the last. I walked to the shop and ran up a $99 tab just to get my car checked out. An hour and a half later I was told that I had blown a head gasket, and that the car was not worth fixing.
Something snapped, and in that moment, I changed. I changed from your average, run-of-the-mill, band-stalking groupie, to an outright, undeniably insane band-stalking groupie. Was I going to let a minor setback like my car completely crapping out on me and being stranded in the middle of nowhere stop me from getting to a Porcupine Tree concert? Hell fucking no! Not twice in two days.
I made arrangements to give my car to the shop, and began thinking of ways to get to Anaheim. Now, I’d heard rumor of a bus, but let me tell you, that bus must only come once every 19 hours or something because I spent 18 hours in that God-forsaken town and I didn’t see it once. That, along with the fact that the deposit of my latest paycheck was being held until the next day, leaving me with $45 to my name at that moment, made leaving Castaic one of the most intricate challenges I have ever faced.
I tried begging passers by for a ride, explaining my situation, but my ‘please take me with you,’ I need a ‘way out of here’ spiel wasn’t getting me anywhere. Hours passed, time was running thin, and nothing had changed. I needed to rethink the situation. I wanted something. It was only fair, then, that I should have something to give, yes? But what? I had next to no money. No way to get money at the moment. No exotic, foreign animals. No small children. No hard drugs. No bling-bling. What could I possibly give someone?
I walked over to my car. Let’s see: a change of clothes, a toothbrush, some deodorant, a PT poster I had brought with me. My guitar was in the trunk, but that was totally out of the question. I sat in the driver’s seat, and turned on the only thing that was ever nice about that car – the stereo, feeling defeated. Turned on the stereo. The stereo. Holy shit, I got it! I’ll yank the stereo system out of my car and offer that to someone. The car isn’t even technically mine anymore, what the hell do I need the stereo system for? Less than 45 minutes later, I was on my way to Anaheim.
Anaheim turned out to be the most unique show I’d see of this tour. Two songs into the set, Steven asked how many people had been at last night’s show. For the first time all tour, I had to refrain from raising my hand. But seeing as LA and Anaheim are only 30 or so miles apart, the majority of the crowd did indeed confirm that they had been at the previous night’s performance. Steven said he was counting on this, and that they had therefore decided to do things a little differently in Anaheim. They started the set with the entire new album, front to back, rather than scattering it throughout the setlist, giving the show a very similar feel as to when they previewed Fear of a Blank Planet during the tour in support of Arriving Somewhere… except that this time around the album had accompanying visuals, and it was awesome to see them from start to finish without interruption.
The most fun part of Anaheim for me, however, had to be parading around telling the story of how I got there to absolutely anyone who would listen. PT’s merchandise manager, Adrian. Joe, the drummekeyboardist from the opening band, Three. The couple of guys hanging out in the lobby on acid. The security guards out front (although I did need to explain to them why I showed up to the venue with a guitar and a backpack full of stuff). And Steven after the show. He said he was sorry that I missed A Smart Kid in LA and asked me what I was going to do now that I’d stranded myself in Anaheim. I told him that I was going to spend the night and then either take a bus home in the morning, or take a bus to Boulder, because I had family that lived near there that I hadn’t seen for two years. He told me that if I ended up in Boulder to let him know and that he would be sure to play A Smart Kid. That pretty much made up my mind for me, and the next day I set out on a Greyhound bus for a 25-hour trip to Denver, Colorado.
The bus ride actually wasn’t as bad as you might think. I love meeting and talking to new people, so I took this as an opportunity to do just that and the time passed rather quickly. Everything was going perfectly smoothly until I was about two hours out of Denver when I called my friend Hunt and asked him to look up the phone number for the venue so I could call about tickets. He found the venue’s website and read to me the following information: ‘Tonight’s show, Porcupine Tree, sold out, 21 plus, doors at 8:30, show at 9:00.
Well, son of a bitch! Not only did I not have a ticket yet, I don’t turn 21 for another three and a half months. Was this going to be the fourth show out of four at which A Smart Kid was played that I was going to get snubbed out of seeing for some reason or another? I thanked Hunt for taking the time to do that and told him that I was ‘getting into that fucking show no matter what.’
I got into Denver at about 4:30, right around a half hour behind schedule, and took the light rail down to Parker to meet up with my family. I told them the bad news about the show, but said that I was pretty confident I could find a way in. So they let me borrow my cousin’s car, and I set off for Boulder.
I got to the shoe five or so minutes after doors opened and parked the car as people were beginning to file in. I was willing to try at least four or five different things to get into the show before I gave up, up to and including trying to get someone, anyone (Adrian, one of the members of the opening band, Three, all of whom I was sure would recognize me), to tell Steven that I made it here from Anaheim and that I was stranded outside, and ask if there was anything he could possibly do about it. As it turned out, measures so drastic were not necessary.
The ‘sold out’ portion of my problem turned out to be no problem at all. I fucking love Porcupine Tree fans. Here they are, standing in front of a sold out show, and they’re selling their extra tickets for face value: $20. Awesome. Before I bought a ticket from someone, I walked up and spoke to one of the security guards. I told him that I was thinking about buying someone’s extra ticket, but that I didn’t have a valid ID with me and wanted to know if they were going to let me in before I spent the money. Lame attempt? Probably. But it got me an invaluable piece of information. The security guard said no, of course, but also went on to tell me that the only way I could get in if I was under 21 or didn’t have an ID with me was to have a parent accompanying me. I immediately walked back to one of the guys that were selling extras, bought a ticket, then turned and looked for the nearest old guy, found him, and said, ‘Dude. You’re my dad. For, like, the next five minutes, you’re my dad.’ He was totally cool about it, which was awesome, and it worked! I was in. We exchanged phone numbers just in case anything went awry and then he said something to the effect of, ‘All right, man. Fuck this shit. I’m gonna go get blazed.’ I never saw him again.
I walked into the main room just as Three started playing. I stood towards the back and rocked out to their set, as I pretty much knew the whole damn thing note for note for note at this point. They are good. I hadn’t heard of them before this tour, but they have certainly earned themselves at least one new fan. I hope they make it out with PT again in the fall, which a couple of them said was a possibility.
When their set ended, I made my way towards the stage and spoke to Hans, PT’s guitar technician. I told him that Steven had told me to let him know if I made it from Anaheim and asked if he could pass the message along. He explained to me that Steven is busy prepping during the final minutes leading up to a show, but that he would tell him afterwards. Hmm. That certainly wasn’t going to help me make sure that A Smart Kid was going to be in the setlist, but there wasn’t much else I could do at that point and I decided that I should put it out of my mind and just enjoy the show.
Porcupine Tree came out. No visuals this time around. I was glad. It wasn’t that I had a problem with the visuals, it was just that I had already seen them four times and it was nice to experience the band in yet another, different way, with nothing to distract from the music and its performance. Two songs in, Steven paused and gave his usual mantra, ‘We’re going to perform the whole new album for you tonight, and we’re also going to do a couple of songs from the back catalog that you’ll not have heard before…’ (crowd erupts in cheering) …unless, of course, you were with us on the West Coast. I didn’t look around, but I’m willing to bet I was one of less than five people that raised their hands.
Steven looked right at me. His eyes widened a bit and he pointed at me. ‘Oh, shit! I promised you, didn’t I?’ I pointed back and may have even managed to mumble something or other, but to be honest I was more than fairly awe-struck that he was having a conversation with me through his microphone in the middle of a gig. He continued, ‘Well, we’ll talk about it later.’
It was clear to me from this interaction that A Smart Kid was not in the setlist, and there was no way I expected the band to change the set on the fly in the middle of the show, so I decided to, once again, forget about it and just enjoy what was going to be my last show of the tour. The main set finished out as I had expected it to: Blackest Eyes to Half Light to Sever and concluded with the last two songs from the new album. The band left the stage and the road technicians came out to prepare for the encore.
The first song of the encore was supposed to be Even Less, but something was different. Wes was brought an acoustic guitar, and Steven was brought a different electric guitar. I still kept myself from getting my hopes up, reminding myself that there are well over 100 songs in the PT catalog and asking myself ‘What are the chances?’
Before I could even begin to answer that question, it happened. Wes began picking the opening guitar piece for A Smart Kid. I raised my hands and applauded and yelled. People around me that I had told my story to were patting me on the back. It was unreal. A couple of measures later, Steven began playing the same piece on his electric guitar and Richard began playing the piano. Gavin kept time by repeatedly and lightly tapping the symbol furthest to his right, and Colin bobbed his head and smiled, as he does. Steven approached the microphone and began to sing. The next five minutes were five of the greatest minutes of my life. I rocked out and sang along with the chorus as hard as I possibly could. The second chorus ended and Steven began to tear through the electric guitar solo beautifully. He finished up and as the song ended, he pointed right at me. I pointed back and mouthed the words ‘thank you’ two, three, maybe 413 times.
And, in that moment, everything I had gone through the past few days was suddenly more than worth it.
If you made it all the way here, again, thanks very much for taking the time to read through this!
Here are a few relics of the journey:
Here is a picture that a friend of mine took of me and another friend speaking to Steven and some other fans after the show at The Warfield in San Francisco.
Here is a video that another fan happened to both record and upload to YouTube of the moment that Steven addresses me from stage in Boulder. A few years after this happened, I downloaded it from their page and uploaded it to my own (sorry).
Here is a picture of the items I had framed together in memoriam of this experience. Upper left is the Carbon Nation magazine the story was published in opened to the start of my article. On the right is the setlist from Boulder, CO complete with its last-minute adjustment and signed by Steven. Along the bottom are my ticket stubs from the five shows that I saw, each signed by a different member, and I wanted to say a few words about those:
You can't tell from the picture I don't think, but those five ticket stubs are in chronological order from left to right - Seattle, Portland, San Francisco, Anaheim, Boulder. If you're incredibly perceptive, you may have noticed that in addition to this, the placement of each ticket stub corresponds to where the performer who signed it is positioned on stage - Wes, Steven, Colin along the front and Richard and Gavin in the back.
If I remember correctly, having John Wesley sign the Seattle stub was a happy accident but having Richard sign the Portland stub was not. I already at that point had a vision for how fucking cool it would look once completed and at the time was planning to frame them beneath a poster from the tour or something. Believe it or not, (and now that I'm just about 15 years older than this version of myself, I really can't) feeling the need to finish this design after having 4/5 completed perfectly following the Anaheim show was a not-insignificant portion of the reason I chose to continue on to Colorado.
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2022.01.28 21:39 chuyflp No chow mein option from Panda Express
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2022.01.28 21:39 MotivicRunner 2022 Millrose Games Hype/Discussion Thread
After kicking things off today in Karlsruhe, the World Athletics Indoor Tour Gold will be making its way to The Armory in New York City tomorrow for the 114th Millrose Games! This thread is for pre-race hype, live discussion, and post-meet dissection of the results.