Hatfield pork tenderloin grill time

Me and Lisa(not real name) used to me roommates back in school and we remained close when we started working. We made another friend Rady in an occassion a couple of years ago and while I was not particularly close to Rady, Lisa and her were very close and we hung out a lot with other friends.
Lisa and Rady broke up their friendship a month ago because of a guy Max. For a rough idea, Rady likes Max, but Max likes Lisa, and Max slowly turned them against each other when Lisa rejected him several times. Rady hates me too because I used to call Max out for his creep behaviors(nsfw, don't ask) and he has a thing with words and made it such that I seemed like a drama queen.
Lisa and I were talking about Rady and Max when she revealed to me that Max only wanted Rady's body, as he told her that he sees her as an exotic type(hehis words).
For info, Rady is a muslim who isn't the typical one you'd think. She dyes her hair funky colors, has many piercings, eyebrow tattoo and we also used to watch adult videos during our girls sleepovers. Rady however does not eat pork and made sure to let us know that while she dates anyone, she only lets her future husband touch her body in intimate ways.
Anyway... according to Lisa she heard from Max that he only sees Rady as someone to "conquer over" because of her religion, and that she is a "maiden". Lisa was saying how she wished Max get his way so Rady will be miserable after he eventually dumps her.
I just can't let this happen after hearing this. We may not be friends anymore but we both know how much of a creep Max is, and I can't let Rady fall for it. I went ahead and told Rady what Lisa told me about Max, warning her about him, even after being told not to tell by Lisa.
So result.. I now have 3 people hating me. Lisa obviously because I specifically did what she told me not to. Rady doesn't believe me and called out my "poor attempt". Max of course... I will be avoiding him for my safety.
AITA though? I feel I should warn her anyway but nobody is happy with what I did so... maybe I should have mind my own business idk.

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Phish, Wednesday 03/24/1993 (30 years ago) Luther Burbank Center for the Arts, Santa Rosa, CA, USA
Gap Chart, Tour: 1993 WinteSpring Tour
Set 1 : Llama , Foam , Fee > Poor Heart , Maze , I Didn't Know ¹ , Sample in a Jar , All Things Reconsidered , Runaway Jim , Amazing Grace ² , Cavern
Set 2 : The Landlady > Split Open and Melt , Sparkle > Tweezer > Mound , Big Ball Jam > Fast Enough for You , You Enjoy Myself , The Horse ³ > Silent in the Morning , Hold Your Head Up > The Prison Joke ⁴ > Hold Your Head Up > Terrapin > Hold Your Head Up , Good Times Bad Times
Encore : Carolina ² , The Squirming Coil
1 Fish on trombone. 2 Without microphones. [3] Trey on acoustic guitar. [4] Was told by an audience member named "Sam" after Fish refused to tell it.
Jamchart Notes:
Split Open and Melt - Rhythmically oriented jam with awesome Fish and shredding Trey which gets increasingly experimental and dissonant.
Show Notes:
I Didn't Know featured Fish on trombone and The Horse featured Trey on acoustic guitar. Amazing Grace and Carolina were performed without microphones. You Enjoy Myself contained Amazing Grace and the theme from Speed Racer teases. The Lion Sleeps Tonight and Under Pressure were teased in the You Enjoy Myself vocal jam. The Prison Joke was told by an audience member named "Sam" after Fish refused to tell it. Fish teased Moby Dick before Good Times Bad Times. The soundcheck's Ready for Love also contained bits of No Quarter and Slave (The Rolling Stones).
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Phish, Tuesday 03/24/1992 (31 years ago) Flood Zone, Richmond, VA, USA
Gap Chart, Tour: 1992 Spring Tour
Set 1 : Stash , Poor Heart , Foam , Eliza > Rift , Golgi Apparatus , The Horse > Silent in the Morning , Llama , Colonel Forbin's Ascent > Fly Famous Mockingbird ¹ > The Landlady , David Bowie
Set 2 : The Curtain > Mike's Song > I Am Hydrogen > Weekapaug Groove ² , Guelah Papyrus , The Mango Song , Brother ³ , Uncle Pen , I Didn't Know ⁴ > The Oh Kee Pa Ceremony > Suzy Greenberg > Harry Hood , Cavern ³
Encore : Lawn Boy , Fire
1 Narration gave brief recap of Gamehendge saga. 2 Screams from band members. [3] Carl Gerhard on cornet. [4] Fish on Bag-Vac.
Show Notes:
The Mockingbird narration gave a brief recap of the Gamehendge saga and included Wilson teases. The Bowie intro included Take Five teases. Trey teased Moving in Stereo in Mike's Song. Weekapaug featured screaming band members and a Mainstreet tease. Brother and Cavern featured Carl Gerhard on cornet. Before I Didn't Know (which featured Fish on Bag-Vac), Trey introduced Fish as "Clifford O'Sullivan, a beacon of light in the world of flight."
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Phish, Friday 03/24/1989 (34 years ago) The Paradise, Boston, MA, USA
Gap Chart, Tour: 1989 Tour
Set 1 : Possum , Mike's Song > I Am Hydrogen > Weekapaug Groove , Golgi Apparatus > Divided Sky , AC/DC Bag , If I Only Had a Brain , Take the 'A' Train , David Bowie
Jamchart Notes:
Mike's Song - This fiery version marks the first instance of the 2nd jam, separated from the 1st jam by D, E, and F# chords at 5:22. While only 20 seconds in duration, over time, the 2nd jam would at times become significant. The 2nd jam concludes with a repeat of the D,E, and F# chords, followed by the closing chords.
Show Notes:
This setlist is incomplete and is out of order. The only recording in circulation is a mix of songs from the show, which features Hydrogen brutally cut out of the Mike's Groove. This setlist is in the order in which those songs appear on the mix. (The mix also includes several songs from the Paradise show on January 26, 1989.) Possum contained a Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer tease, which raises the question - were these songs really performed in March 1989? David Bowie closed the first set. Before Brain, someone introduced Fish - or is it Phish - as being "from Bogota, Columbia." It is therefore possible that Brain opened this show, which would be the only (known) time that Brain opened a show.
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Mike Gordon

Mike Gordon, 2019-03-24 The Sinclair, Cambridge, MA, USA
Setlist: https://phish.net/setlists/mike-gordon-march-24-2019-the-sinclair-cambridge-ma-usa.html
Tour: Not Part of a Tour
Show Notes: The Grid included additional lyrics referencing "Josh," who was a bartender during Thursday's show and a subject of banter from Mike for the rest of the Sinclair run.

John Fishman

Pork Tornado, 2000-03-24 Snow Barn, Mt. Snow, VT, USA
Setlist: https://phish.net/setlists/jon-fishman-march-24-2000-snow-barn-mt-snow-vt-usa.html
Tour: Fish - Pork Tornado Spring 2000
Show Notes:

Other

Keller Williams, 2012-03-24 Higher Ground, South Burlington, VT, USA
Setlist: https://phish.net/setlists/guest-appearance-march-24-2012-higher-ground-south-burlington-vt-usa.html
Tour: Not Part of a Tour
Show Notes: Mike sat in for I'm Yours and Born to Be Wild.

So let me preface this by saying, I work in service, but not in the restaurant industry. I was at a restaurant tonight. They weren’t super busy, but they were moderately busy. Two bartenders to serve the entire restaurant, so a bit understaffed. And to be honest, it was large bar (one that wraps around 360 around the center island. To the point of if the bartender was on the other side, serving another patron, they couldn’t see the other side of the bar. Waited quite a while to even be greeted, easily 10 to 15 minutes. But I understood that they were understaffed, and the bartenders were on the other side of the bar, and probably couldn’t see me.
Finally was able to flag somebody down, to get a menu. I commented on the fact that it was really difficult for them to see patrons from one end of the bar to the other. She agreed, and apologized for the wait, and said they had been super slammed but it was starting to slow down. Ok no biggie. Where I struggle, there were some basics of service that we’re just flat out missed. For example, if you know you have a 360 bar, with patrons on the other side, don’t spend all your time on the far end of the bar. The people on the other side of the bar are just as important. When I finally was able to get her attention to bring me a menu, she didn’t even bother to bring me a water, ask what I want to drink… Anything. Basically slapped the menu down in front of me and left. The menu was filthy, covered in barbecue sauce.
On the plus side though, they didn’t have exactly what I was wanting on the menu, a basic grilled chicken sandwich. But the menu said you could substitute a chicken breast for any burger, so I ordered the most basic burger I could find, and substituted a grilled chicken breast. When the bartender put in the order, she said well, instead of doing it the way you ordered, as the whatever burger it was, with the chicken breast substituted, I’m going to save you some money, and order this burger and substitute chicken breast. It’s like five dollars cheaper. Awesome!
I understand that the understaffing, and the size of the bar is in no way her fault, and if those were the only issues, 20% no problem. However, grabbing somebody a water right away, or at least, as soon as you are able to acknowledge them, a clean menu, not covered in leftover scraps from the last patron, making an attempt to pay attention to the other side of the bar, that’s just basic stuff. Then, when I was ready to leave, I spent probably another 10 minutes trying to flag down someone just to close out. I, ended up leaving her 11%. Too rough? Or appropriate?

Hi there. I hope you are all having a blessed Ramadan. For context, I am not a Muslim, but my neighbours since late 2018 are. Before the pandemic I arranged a neighbourhood bbq every year and in 2019 ignorantly scheduled it during Ramadan. So basically we were cooking meat outside while they were trying to fast.
This will be the first year back and I have been doing research on how I can ensure there are halal options for them available. There is some information available online and we have a local halal meat shop, but other things are unclear. For example, I'm planning to buy a separate bbq to make sure no pork has ever touched the grill, but is charcoal or gas haram? Also for meat prep is it okay if a non-Muslim handles the meat? And if so, I usually just put salt on meat (no marinades) for prep. Would that be allowed? Is there anything I'm missing or should watch out for? I was a butcher for 20 years, so I'm very careful about cross-contamination.
If it isn't clear, I already messed up once; so I want to make sure they feel welcomed this time.

Has any found the new Camo Chef XXL Pro vertical smoker in stock anywhere? I don't have the need for a smokegrill combo with having just bought a new grill last fall. I like the smoke box option and at half the price of the Woodwind Pro it seems like a smart buy. Any pros or cons that I should know about with a vertical smoker like this? I will be mostly doing ribs, brisket, pork butt, and chicken maybe a turkey. This would be an upgrade from a GMG Davey Crockett.

I picked up an 8.63lb "Beef Brisket Whole USDA Choice Angus" from Sam's Club ($3.28/lb). I've got a Recteq RT-700 with 2 probes, and 4 Meater probes.
From my reading I need to trim the fat quite a bit. One side is almost all fat, and a lot of it, and there is a hard piece too.
Then coat the entire thing with a rub. I'm looking for suggestions here. We do not like spicy stuff. We like a good flavor, but we usually sub Ancho Chili Powder for anything spicy to keep flavor but avoid spice.
Let it sit for ??? hours? In the fridge?
Cook on 225 until internal temp holds 160. Does this mean it's 160 for 5min? an hour? If I use multiple probes do I take the avg of them? Or certain placement? Approx how long (per lb)?
Remove and wrap. I've seen foil and butcher paper. Preference? Reasoning for one over the other?
Put back into grill. Still at the 225? Until internal temp reaches 195.
Remove and rest. I've seen times from 30min to several hours, and some people putting in a cooler. What's the logic on this one?
Cut and Serve. After rest cut cross grain. Did I read right that diff parts have the grain going different ways?
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Everyone here was fantastic at helping me find a new grill, so I am confident you can help me out here too!

Nag sick leave ako sa work pero gumising pa din ako ng maaga just like how I do pag papasok, then nag breakfast ako sa isang coffee shop, minsan lang ako magkape ( I’m a tea person) I ordered americano kasi ayoko ng creamy na kape then sinamahan ko na rin ng grilled cheese, sobrang sarap. Nag stay ako ng mahigit dalawang oras. Nagsulat ng mga feelings at kung ano ano. Balak ko sunugin o itapon mamaya. Ang therapeutic ng pagsusulat ko habang nakikinig kay taylor swift. May times na natutulala ako kasi di nakaka catch up yung kamay ko sa pagsusulat ko at mga naiisip ko. Pero tuloy pa din.
Sobrang tagal na nung last entry sa journal ko nakakatuwa na nasundan ko ulit. Parang kinakausap ko na ulit ang dati kong sarili na nakalimutan ko kasi life happens. I had fun catching up with myself.
Tapos, sumakay ako sa LRT, pumuntang Antipolo, di ko alam kung ano gagawin ko dito. Ang sarap isipin na ang layo ko sa maynila kung nasaan lahat ng problema ko. Ang ganda ng bundok. Ang linis ng hangin. Though naglibot libot lang ako sa SM, pero ayos din. Sa susunod na punta ko dito, maglilibot ako sa labas. Di ko inaasahan na mapapadpad ako dito, basta naisip ko lang gusto ko ng break.

Cast iron pan. Popcorn popper. Whirley Pop. HGDB, HGBM, HGFS. Drum grill roaster. Retail roaster. Commercial grade roaster.
What was the biggest advantage/disadvantage of each method considering time, evenness, control & capacity?

"Cheesesteak hashbrown bowl with grilled onions, chunked, diced, peppered, topped, add two fried eggs barely medium."
I slid my cup of sweet tea to the side so the waitress could set the bowl down.
"I don't know how you aren't big as a house, the way you eat."
"Aww, thanks Agnes. It's 'cause I work so hard and only think healthy thoughts!" Hell, half of that was even the truth.
"Don't you bullshit me, darling. More tea?"
"Yes, please."
Agnes refilled my cup and I mixed the bowl. The key is to break the eggs open and mix everything together as soon as you can, so the heat from everything else finishes cooking the runny yolks. God, it's good. I wolf down three bites to take the edge off the hunger and look around. The targets weren't here yet, just the normal drunks and people getting off the night shift you'd expect to find in a small town Waffle House. I don't know how I could do what I do without a network of 24/7 greasy spoon diners in my territory.
What exactly is it that I do? Well, why don't I show you, since my targets just rolled up. But first, I'm going to finish these last few bites, polish off this tea, and leave a nice tip for Agnes and Hugh. Hugh's a fucking maestro of the grill. Or what Waffle House calls a grill, he might be an absolute train wreck with an actual, uses-burning-charcoal grill. Anyway, take care of the people that take care of you.
I pay at the register, and don't have to fake the exhaustion in my stride as I walk out. Those two might look human, but they aren't. Don't ask what they are, because I'll tell you and if you're unfortunate, you'll believe me. Fortunately, they parked right next to me and vaguely out of sight. Obviously these two have never been hunted down and killed before. Shall we educate them? We shall!
I get in the driver's seat of my 87 Crown Vic and grab a scarab out of the glove box and trace the activation runes before pulling my phone out and acting like I'm taking a call as I quietly chant the appropriate instructions, and drop the thing out of the door before closing it. I rub my face and stretch, start the car, look around, and by now the scarab is clear. I back up and leave the parking lot and drive down to Walmart, get out of the Crown Vic and into the 98 Ram, and park in the Walgreens parking that's just out of sight of the Waffle House, and take a nap.
For twelve fucking minutes. My targets didn't need to eat human food (that's kinda funny, if you have a fucked sense of humor), but their hosts do. There's you a clue: they're parasites. The scarab was moving, I could feel and track it, and it was on their car. A shitty early 2000s Nissan Altima that looked like it had been rolled and hadn't been washed since... the early 2000s I guess.
They were driving around in a randomish pattern, so they were checking for a tail. I could just chill for a while, but they were up to something and it'd been a rough week. I wanted backup.
I called a guy named Josh Carl, he picked up on the third ring and slurred a "Thah fuck?" by way of hello.
"Oh good, you're drunk. I need help with something."
"Goddammit, you gonna pay me?"
"Bitch, I always pay you. Put some shoes on and brush your teeth. We're dealing with a pair of larval skrittai, pack heavy. I'll be there in ten."
"Ah shit, fine. Fifteen."
"Ten."
"Bye, fucker."
I got there in eight minutes. Oh, and now you know what the things I'm after are called. Oops, I'm tired.
Josh was standing in his front yard, shorts, t-shirt, chest rig, battle belt, slung Kriss Vector, brushing his teeth and slapping mosquitoes. I pulled up, and he dropped the toothbrush in his yard and got in.
"You gonna get that later?" I asked.
"Not my toothbrush. Here." He replied, handing me an open bottle of... I took a swig, Wild Turkey 101.
"Josh, your mom have this in her titties when you were a baby?"
"Fuck no, it's not bitter enough."
"Good point." It was, I've met the bitch. "At least it's a 45, but why'd you bring a pistol caliber? We need punch."
"It's not a 45, it's the 10mm version."
"Oh shit! Nice! Got full power loads in it?"
"Oh yeah, Buffalo Bore."
"Hell yeah."
We passed the whiskey back and forth and I headed toward where the scarab was generally headed, they'd finally quit wandering around. Seems like they were headed toward Roger's Landing. Which wasn't good. They were either ready to pupate, or they were meeting with some adults to pick up some larvae for implantation. Either way, bringing Josh along had been the right move.
Josh Carl wasn't Enabled in any way, he had no magical gifts or abilities, no enhancements, nothing beyond baseline human abilities. But what he did have, apart from extremely high functioning alcoholism and the liver of Dionysus, was a raw talent for violence. Nerves of steel. And access to illegal weapons that I've never figured out. I told him the plan, and shortly after pulled into the landing's parking lot.
The Nissan Altima was parked, empty. I could faintly see two figures standing knee deep on the boat ramp in the darkness. I dilated my pupils and changed the geometry of my eyes, so I could see better in the darkness. They'd shot the nearby lights out with the 22 pistol one of them was holding. I yelled at them, feigning drunkenness and staggered in their direction. Josh stayed in the truck.
I was only thirty feet away, still yelling, before they turned around, and they were definitely pupating. Dude was a little farther along, his head split down to the mouth and what was squeezing out had too many eyes, and none of them were a color you could find in a Crayola box. Dudette's head was just wide and misshapen, with one eye completely bloodshot and the other dangling from the optic nerve.
I faked drunken surprise and lurched back when they charged, then put everything into a straight right punch into Dude's chest.
Now, when I say "everything", I'm an autokine. Pyrokines do shit with fire using their mind, telekines move shit with their mind, autokines reinforce their physical movements with their mind.
Which meant that Dude flew several feet back, and between the punch and the landing, burst open down to the waist. What was inside struggled to get out, like a half dozen man-sized spidecrabs trying to get out of a pair of wet skinny jeans.
I turned and grabbed Dudette and picked her up, ignoring the too many arms and/or legs that were squirming around her insides and trying not to rupture her. I needed to create space between us and Dude, so Josh had a clear line of fire while I hopefully dealt with her BEFORE the nightmare inside could get out.
There was a wet RIIIIIIIIP as her head split open, and I slammed her to the ground as hard as I could as a burst of automatic fire tore through the pre-dawn morning. The suppressor Josh had on the SMG did it's job, making the gunshots sound exactly like gunshots that were quieter than normal gunshots, and Dudette fucking splattered from me slamming her.
I checked over my shoulder, Dude was getting hammered with bullets. It'd be a few seconds before I had to worry with him. I stomped down on the butternut squash-shaped head and my boot splurtched through, and I got my foot back before it resolidified. Dudette's exoskeleton (the host was female, the skrittai's gender requires an autopsy to determine, but killing one rarely leaves enough to do the procedure) was starting to solidify enough to stand and do damage. I grabbed an appendage and yanked, a kick to the chest tearing the arm-leg off and I tossed the thrashing thing aside. I punched, crushing the lower face and impeding it's ability to bite, and heard Josh yell "Move!" in time to jump straight up, a vertical leap of eighteen feet, and Dude collided with Dudette at top speed.
Another burst of bullets raked them as I landed, and I increased the traction between my boots and the ground (super handy trick, it was a bitch to learn) and lunged forward to tackle... I lost track of which was which... the one closest to the water, and flipped it away from the bank.
For the first time since I confirmed both targets were something I needed to expunge from existence, I had a chance to draw my pistol.
Magic is really nice and useful and powerful and stuff, but punching holes with high speed metal is usually better.
The Glock 21 boomed in my hand, and the thrice-blessed 50 GI bullet hit. As did the next nine of them, because skrittai weren't dead until they started dissolving, and the other one hit me lit a semi truck made of scrabbling, clawing, multitudinous, sharp legs.
Time to panic, calmly. Use the surge of fear and adrenaline to sharpen your decision making! Grab something and tear it off! Ignore the claws gouging into your legs! Hammerfist that bulbous nightmare head! Grab more things and rip them off! Tear them off! RIP! AND! TEAR! And suddenly I had dismantled the thing enough to kick it off of me. My legs were already healing, but they were still too shredded for me to stand. I was metabolizing that cheesesteak hashbrown bowl a little faster than thermodynamics allows, strictly speaking, and pulling body mass stored in my pocket dimension to recover from the blood loss and tissue damage. I glanced at the one I'd shot, it was a soupy mess, fizzling out of reality. The survivor had regained it's remaining feet, and was about to jump again when Josh stepped in and poured an entire magazine into the thing at point blank range. Then another. And another. And yet another. And it started to slough away, and he spit on it as it bubbled.
"You aight?" He asked.
"Been better. I think it got a femoral artery. Everything is closed up, but I'm still feeling woozy."
"Your legs look like shit."
"They feel like shit. I have spare pants in the truck, when I can walk."
Josh brought me the pants and a pair of flip flops, and policed all the spent brass while I healed my legs. By the time he had finished gathering it all in a Walmart bag and tossed it in the bed of the truck, I was up and wobbling my way over.
I crawled up into the driver's seat, looked to make sure my feet were on the pedals, and took a hit of Wild Turkey.
"I'm fucking hungry."
"I want Waffle House," Josh answered.
"Fuck yeah."
We got back to the main road, and a thought suddenly occurred to me:
"Wait a minute, whose toothbrush is it then?"

Call me Jax. I'm 26, female and have 2 kids. I've bottled this bullshit up for a while, so be ready for a Long read. There's no seedy tales of sexual abuse, no poverty, no neglect. Just something to hopefully remind you that how you treat a child will forever make a difference in their lives. Even the smallest moments.
It's the year 2001. I'm 5 years old, first semester of kindergarten. I don't yet know that I'm autistic or have ADD, but I'm a considerably well-cared for child at this point. My teachers are two women who partner in the same classroom. One of them is a younger woman, likely early 30s, I'll call her Ms. McCall. The other is older, likely mid-50s or early 60s, and we knew her by her first name only. I'll call her Ms. Anna.
Ms. McCall was a sharp-tongued teacher and took no shit. She was quick to put us in our place but knew how to get us excited when it counted. Ms. Anna was a very gentle soul. I felt safer talking to her for some reason, she never scared me or made me feel stupid when I misunderstood a task or allowed my imagination to run a little too freely. Ms. McCall, on the other hand, had a knack for making me feel totally inferior. From day one of school, I told myself in my head "be good. don't make them mad. be good." over and over again. I wanted to be a good, trouble free kid, not anything like the rowdier more obnoxious Problem kids. And I wanted to be liked.
A few months into kindergarten, I had already become well acquainted with each woman's temperament. One day it is announced that Ms. Anna has a birthday coming up. Ms. McCall is planning an all-out party. Cake, candy, pinatas, games, a day of carefree childlike leisure that we've had way less time for since August. I wasn't visibly elated, I didn't want to appear like I was too Eager to enjoy fun when obviously I've got Work to do. The date is set and we all eagerly await to celebrate this lovely woman's birthday.
So, one thing that was laid upon us kids was the concept of Jobs. We each were tasked with a small mundane thing to remember to do. "Kyle, you put up the pencils", "Mickey, you put away the flash cards", "Emma, you pass out the books at reading time", "Sarah, you wipe down the tables". It was a respectable means of teaching us routine and responsibility. And us being 5-6 years old, took pride in it! We were keen to please our teachers with our obedience.
One such Job was to turn off the lights to the classroom when we all left for recess, specialized classes (art, music, PE, etc), or lunch.
Now, I can't remember which Job I had or whose job turning off the lights was. But as the day of Ms. Anna's party would come, it just so happened that prior to lunch, apparently, whoever was Supposed to turn off the lights did not, and someone else supposedly did. Ms. McCall was not pleased.
She lined us up outside our classroom in the hall. Grilling us one by one. "Who turned the lights off? Was it you?". She starts pointing. "Was it YOU?". Silence. Our young faces were confused, not wanting to look Ms. McCall in the eye. Eventually she pointed at me. "Jax. Did YOU turn the lights off?". I shook my head no. I certainly didn't recall it. It wasn't my job. Then again, my parents had always taught me to do so to save on energy costs. But I wanted no part of it. I continued to stand in silence amongst my classmates.
Ms. McCall looked at all of us scornfully. "Until we figure out who turned the lights off, the party is cancelled." -- you could see the collective disappointment in our faces. Again, I didn't want any part of it. She proceeded to lead us to the cafeteria and had us sit down for lunch.
During lunch, I was approached by a cafeteria worker. "Jax, did you turn the lights off?", she asked. Suddenly I was very confused and caught off guard. How does She know what happened? Why is she only asking me? Why do I feel like I've been fingered for the crime? At this moment I felt nothing but fear. I also felt badly for my classmates who had so anxiously awaited this long-promised day of fun. I hated the thought of throwing that all away for something so mundane.
"I...yes, it was me.", I said. "Alright, honey. It's okay."
It was not okay. Upon being dismissed from the table and lined up, Ms. McCall stood firmly above me. "So it WAS you. You LIED to me." -- I was frozen. At that moment I didn't even know if it was me or not, and honestly, I had a hard time finding a reason to care. It seemed so innocuous. But this woman standing above me was looking at me and talking to me like I had committed the worst kind of crime.
"NEVER lie to me again, young lady. I will be phoning your mother, you will be pulling your card to Red, and you will NOT be allowed at the party. Do you understand me?", she boomed down at me. Now I'm in tears. "I'm sorry", I start to say, only to be cut off with "UH-UH. I don't want to hear it. Let's go.".
Keep in mind, this happened in full view of the cafeteria. I felt like a microbe.
So, I sat alone back in class and I cried to myself. I didn't know where I went wrong. I couldn't explain myself. I was embarrassed. I just wanted my class to have a good time and I didn't want Ms. Anna to be disappointed. I was saddened at the thought of being purposefully left out of what was supposed to be a happy and fun event over such a small misstep. But strangely enough? I accepted it. I didn't beg, I didn't plead, I just...cried. And for the first time in my life, I felt it. The thing I felt every single day of my childhood after.
"They don't care about you." I was too young to think hard about it, but in essence, I felt a complete sense of emotional abandonment and I felt completely worthless. I felt like Ms. McCall did not care who turned the lights off, that she was just targeting me because she could. And I never, ever interacted with her enthusiastically again. A pit in my stomach would form upon her calling my name. I said less in class from then on. I never got my hopes up for much in school after that.
Now, back to the party -- I was, ultimately, allowed admittance that day. I'd still be disciplined on record. And honestly, I couldn't enjoy the party. I dried my tears, but I mostly just sat amongst my friends, all of whom were relieved for the whole mess to be over, and I sat in total silence.
I went home, got reprimanded by my mother and father, and I don't remember much of that, but I figure it wasn't much better.
I never ever looked at an adult authority figure with a single ounce of confidence or trust ever again.

Hi, I purchased a Z Grills 450A last year, my first pellet grill, absolutely love it but unfortunately it has developed a rather annoying fault. When the grill is on the auger turns constantly, even in shut down cycle mode, so it never stops delivering pellets and just continues to burn.
As far as I can tell I need a new controller, but I'm having serious trouble sourcing one. I'm in the UK. The Z grills US team simply told me to go back to the seller, which I have already tried but they are being worse than useless, so my question is this; is there an aftermarket/replacement controller for that model of grill available anywhere else? Please note our voltage is 230V, not the 120V used in the US, so I need a part that is manufactured for use in Europe. I appreciate this is a bit of a niche problem, but I'm getting desperate!
Thank you for your time!

I posted a few weeks ago about my high calcium score, 637 which is 95th percentile for me (68F). I was having episodes of being easily out of breath due to mild exertion. My nuclear stress test, carotid ultrasound and echocardiogram were all normal. Given the above the doctor of ofered me various alternatives. One of them was an angiogram. (I loved the idea of the CT angiogram but they tend to not be as effective in people with high amounts of calcified plaque). A big question to me was to find out if I was getting out of breath due to blood flow being lessened or if I simply in not great cardiovascular condition (pre-Covid era I exercised regularly but I've slacked off the last 3 years).
I've since done the angiogram. I talked briefly to doctor about results, but will have main follow up appointment next week. Would be particularly interested in any thoughts as to what I should ask him.
The result of the angiogram was that I have 4 sub-70% blockages! I have a 60% blockage in the LAD, 60% in the left circumflex, and a 30-40% in the upper part of the right coronary artery and a 40% a bit lower down. The ones in the LAD and left circumflex are toward the upper part but not right at the top. No stents were done. During the procedure, someone came and told my husband the angiogram was taking longer because they were doing some other procedure that he gathered was to get more information of some sort. He doesn't know what though. Based upon my research, I wonder if they were perhaps doing a test to see if the blood flow was impeded around the two larger blockages. Obviously, I will ask the cardiologist. If so, I assume there was no impeded blood flow.
It is definitely scary to know of these blockages. That said, I realize that my primary risk is my large plaque burden overall. My goal is to optimize things so as to lessen the chances of an adverse event.
I've been on Rosuvastatin since October (10 mg at that time). Cardiologist upped it to 20 mg and prescribed 81mg aspirin at my initial appointment with him. He said he minimally wanted my LDL (181 in October) to below 70 and ideally below 50. At the end of December my LDL was at 80. This was why cardiologist upped the statin.
I want to try things out such as medication or whatever and to assess whether they are working as quickly as possible so we can make changes ASAP if something isn't working. Some of the things I've already thought to ask doctor about:

1. What was the procedure they did during the angiogram
2. A more full description of the finding. I would like to see some of the images.
3. When is it reasonable for us to do a new lipid panel? I've been on current dosage since mid-February?
4. If I am not below 50 when I do the new lipid panel would he consider something like adding ezetimibe?
5. What can I do exercise wise? I know I need to get back to exercise. I have a bad knee so have to be careful but I can walk and I used to use an ascent trainer (which I own) back when I was in better condition. I also used to strength train 2 to 3 times a week.
6. I know I have genetic factors. I am APOE4 3/4. On the other hand, my LP(a) is under 6. I am adopted but knew my birthmother who lived to her mid-90s. Had high cholesterol (medicated) and in her 90s had a pacemaker dur to arrythmia. Birthfather had no heart problems but did have Alzheimer's (where I got the APOE4).

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I am in reasonable shape on other lifestyle factors. I was overweight during a lot of my adult life (mostly overweight, not obese although It slid into obesity during the 1990s and early 2000s. However, I got to normal weight several years ago. However, I am about 18 pounds over that now. I now what to do to get back to where I was so will do that. I don't smoke or drink. I do not eat beef and rarely eat pork (none in the last 3 months). I eat very low added sugar (about 3% of calories, while American Heart Assoc says to limit to 6%). I am aiming for 7% saturated fat (have been at about 8%). My triglycerides are normal. A1C was 5.4 in October.
I read the other thread about taking statins. Way back in 2002 my LDL was 88 because I was taking 10 mg of Lipitor. But, I quit. I didn't like the idea of taking something so long term. Also while my LDL was high, my ratios were always OK according to the metric of the day (my HDL was always fine). In retrospect, I didn't really clearly understand why it was important to lower my LDLs. I was in my 40s then and I seemed fine. I went to a cardiologist at one point and my stress test was fine. And so on.
But I think if I had kept on with the statin then I wouldn't have arteries full of plaque now....

Merryn dashed into the alleyway, over a couple boxes and up the wall using some easily overlooked handholds. It had been another rough day at work. Ever since the Bladelaw crime ring had gotten broken up by the city guard, anti-Elfling sentiment in the city was running even higher than usual. The worst of their activities had been halted by their dissolution, but there were still many individuals and small cells who had been left scattered around Caberron who, without the structure that the Bladelaws provided, had turned to lesser crimes like con artistry and theft. Since a disproportionate number of members of the syndicate had been Elflings, especially among those lower in the ranks (even in the underground, the little ones were held back), this sudden upsurge in minor crime had caused a lot of people to become suspicious of all members of the race. A lot of people were purchasing anti-Elfling charms, and those who didn’t were rarely worth the effort of stealing from. Of course like most places Caberron had laws against barring members of a particular species from stores, so these charms skirted the bounds by merely discouraging interest from Elflings. They didn’t stop Merryn from doing her work, but she had to focus a lot harder on her targets.
She still had the upsides of being an Elfling at least. Her short, slight build, combined with her brown hair and skin made it easy for her to hide in the urban environment. Avoiding getting caught was as easy as ever. It just seemed like she was doing a lot more evading of law enforcement than she used to. The extra effort forced upon her by the ubiquitous charms meant she was having to sacrifice some of her usual care. She took a moment on the rooftop to make sure she still had the flyer she had grabbed, then dropped into the next alley where her hideout was located.
There was a small ‘thud’ in the doorframe next to her head after she opened the door. “Welcome home,” Ameli said cheerfully from in front of the sink. A pile of clean dishes was on the counter next to her. The knife was a bit of a game the two of them played, as well as a show of skill.
Merryn smiled and plucked the blade from the wood. “A good hello to you too. Though I’d suggest aiming higher in the future. That would have barely been above the waist of a Human man.” She gave the knife back to its owner.
“If I’d heard you coming from farther away I would have.” Only 14, the Human girl was already several inches taller than her mentor. Merryn wasn’t sure how she felt about having to literally look up to her young protégé.
The Elfling set her pack and the flyer on a table that was far cleaner than it had been when she left. “I see you’ve been busy while I was away. Glad I picked up some meat pies before getting back. I’d hate to ruin all your hard work with a bunch of cooking.” She pulled a few small packages from the outer pockets of her pack. “Do you want chicken or pork?”
Ameli came over to the table and ignored the pies, instead picking up the flyer Merryn had brought home. “ ‘Adventurers wanted’,” she read. “What’s this about?”
“Oh, just a poster I saw. If you don’t pick I’m taking the pork for myself.”
“I’m not hungry,” Ameli replied meekly. Her eyes darted up to meet Merryn’s gaze. “You’re not leaving, are you? This is in Riverrock. You can’t be leaving.”
Merryn sighed, grabbed Ameli by the shoulders and sat her down in a chair. “I wanted to eat first, but yeah I am. You know what things are like for Elflings in the city right now, and it’s probably gonna get worse before it gets better. All the anti-Elfling sentiment floating around is hurting honest workers even more than thieves like me, and they aren’t going to put up with it much longer if I’m to judge. Things are already hard, can you imagine what it will be like if the races start fighting each other?” She locked eyes with the girl. “It’s time for me to leave Caberron.”
Ameli lowered her head. “What about me? What will I do?” Her voice wavered slightly and Merryn could see tears starting to form. She felt bad. The poor girl had been through enough already between losing her parents and being used as a runner for a gang before Merryn was able to take her under her wing. Her head snapped back up. “You always said adventurers are foolhardy, and it wasn’t worth the risk of being eaten by a basilisk just for some coin!”
The Elfling didn’t answer right away. Instead she placed a chicken pie in Ameli’s lap and started unwrapping a pork one for herself before she replied. “You can come with me if you want, but I think you’d do better here. I’m planning to do an adventure or two to earn enough money to get to another city. You’ve learned a lot, but you’re not a fighter. You’ll be safer here.” She took a bite of her pie. “Hmmm, not to many people know how to use spices like this. I’m surprised she has so much trouble earning a profit. I’ll have to leave her a coin or two next time.”
Ameli’s body visibly relaxed. She looked back up at Merryn. “I can’t. I-I mean, you’ve taught me so much, but I’m not ready to do it on my own.”
“You’ve never had faith in yourself. You know what you’re doing, you just need to go out there and *do* if. Besides, what hurts me helps you. Everyone is keeping an eye out for Elflings, not Human girls. Look as innocent as you can and no one with even want to think that you’re out to steal from them.”
“I guess you’re right, but I’ll still miss you. I don’t want to be on my own again. This has been the best time of my life-“
Merryn cut her off with a hug. “Sorry, I should’ve talked to you about this sooner. I just didn’t know how to bring it up, and I didn’t have any real place to go until today. But I can’t stay here much longer without putting you in danger too.” She stepped back and took Ameli’s hands in her own. “Look, I’m not leaving right away. Let’s make the most of the next few days, I’ll take you to some places that I’ve been meaning to show you.”
“Okay,” came the choked reply. “Just…promise me one thing? Bef…before you go, pull that prank on Lord Caber that we’ve always talked about.”
They hugged again. “Promise. Now, are you going to eat that or can I have both?”