Hi all,
Many years ago I wrote a Cargo Bike Guide for my cargo bike shop. As the cargo bike movement grows I would like to keep the guide updated and relevant to help folks that may not have a great cargo bike shop near them.
What was important to you when shopping for your cargo bike? What do you wish you had known?
Let me know your thoughts!

Hello everyone! This jam is a way to encourage others (and myself) to create projects and products for these games that we love so. The point of Jamfinder is to give creators and homebrewers a general direction, some constraints, and brew inspiration. Additionally, other creators will be working on their own, similar projects that you can chat with about the jam! You can find a great deal of designers in the Paizoverse over at the Infinite Possibilities Discord server. If you've got questions or just want to discuss third-party publishing in the space, this is one of the best places to do it.

TL;DR Jam Details!

The theme for this Jamfinder is Summertime Magic! All submissions must be inspired by and/or include elements of both summer and magic. Each person may participate in creating only one submission, which may be a game supplement (no longer than 6 pages) for either Pathfinder RPG, Pathfinder 2e, or Starfinder. Artwork, maps, fiction, or lore are also accepted! As long as it fits the theme, you can submit it for the jam.
Submissions must be published between 16 June to 30 June on one of the following platforms: DriveThruRPG, itch.io, or Pathfinder Infinite. You can work on your submission prior to the start of the jam or start work when the jam begins, whichever works best for you. For submissions to be entered into the jam, DM me on either reddit (u/prophecyprod) or Discord (charlieisawful#0637) with your submission and where to find it. Jamfinder entries will not be ranked or scored, this is just a fun little event for creators to create! There also may be an opt-in bundle for participating entrants, stay tuned.

What is a Game Jam?

Game jams are events hosted for game developers and designers to help them get more experience working on and completing projects. Jams such as these will typically give the participants a direction, some constraints, and a time limit to submit their creations.
Jamfinder is going to be specifically for Pathfinder (both editions!) and Starfinder creators, and is not a competition. We aren't looking to hold a prize or anything; I just want to give the creators out there the push they need to keep at their crafts. And so I can write about goblins in swimsuits.
Also, I feel it is important to note, this jam is not just for experienced designers and publishers. If you're a homebrewing GM who has considered writing something for others to pick up and use, I highly encourage you to participate and give it a shot. This is for everyone and anyone who wants to create, don't be afraid to try it out!

What is the Theme?

The theme for the inaugural Jamfinder will be Summertime Magic! Whether this includes the sweltering heat of the season, enjoying the outdoors while we can, or just goblins in swimsuits—that is up to you! Just make sure to combine the elements of what summer means to you with the fantastical magic that permeates our fantasy worlds.

What Do We Create?

For this Jamfinder, practically anything goes! You can write short adventures, playeGM guides, rules supplements, gazetteers, fiction/lore, or you can even create art for the jam. If it can be used for a PF/SF session that turns out to be a beach episode, it will be a valid and welcome submission. Also, you are encouraged to put a price tag on your submission (you deserve to be paid for your hard work!), but that is not required.
The one hard limit we're imposing here is that all submissions must be no longer than 6 pages of content. Frontmatter, backmatter, and legal pages don't count toward the limit, so you don't have to worry about the title page or the forsaken texts OGL page. The page limit is in place so the jam can be more accessible and so we can get authors and designers to actually finish their work before the jam is over. Especially since we all know it takes at least four days to get anything crafted. For non-text submissions... use your best judgment and don't go overboard?
Your submission will probably include spells, magic items, and rituals, however this is not a requirement. Plenty of magic can be found in feats, statblocks, or NPCs! Get creative with the theme, I'm excited to see what you'll create!

How Can We Enter?

Once you've completed your submission, make sure it is published on a public storefront. For this jam, we'll be accepting entries published on DriveThruRPG, itch.io, and Pathfinder Infinite. After publishing, let me know by DMing me on either Reddit (u/prophecyprod) or Discord (charlieisawful#0637), and we'll get your submission displayed in the Infinite Possibilities Discord server! We'll only be accepting submissions from 16 June to 30 June, so get crafting!
Thanks for reading, I hope you are having a wonderful day! Good luck if you plan on participating!

I can understand why people might be reluctant to share a time slip experience, but as far as I’m concerned I have no reluctance or unease about sharing what I have witnessed, and care not what others might think. My story's not a particularly fantastic one, but it was an interesting experience all the same and is one that will stay with me for the rest of my life.
It was in the summer of 1974, while I was working and living in Windsor town, near London.
I had a few days off so made headway for Windsor Railway station to find the departure times for a train to my hometown. I entered through the station doorway and everything seemed fine, though especially quiet. I noticed only one other person standing at the ticket desk, wearing a dark jacket and trousers. Nothing unusual there.
But when I stepped onto the platform where the notice board for departure details was situated, things were very different.
I made my way through the gateway of the platform, approached the board -- as I looked through the timetable something seemed out of place. The notice board was different in design to what I remembered on previous occasions. The tables seemed to be out of date, too, and the text appeared to be rendered in an old style of print.
It had a 19th century style and feel.
I turned to look around the platform. It was almost silent. On the seat to my right, against the railing, were two ladies dressed in long frocks and hats that looked very much late Victorian, or perhaps early Edwardian in style. Further along the platform, there were a couple of gentlemen standing behind a camera and tripod facing in my direction.
My first thought was, have I witnessed a time slip, but when I noticed the camera I immediately thought I had walked into a photo session or film shot. So pretending I hadn’t noticed, I quietly walked off and out of the station, half-expecting to be told off for interrupting.
Feeling a bit dazzled by events, I walked around town for a short while and my mind kept flashing back to the incident. I tried t rationalise them but it continued to seem odd. Finally, my curiosity got the better of me -- I went back to have a look at what was doing.
I peeked though the platform gateway and found the two ladies in Victorian dress were no longer there, and neither were the two people with the camera. Then I stepped onto the platform to check the notice board -- it was back to its normal self. At that moment I convinced myself that the film session was over and they had moved on. But later, while brooding over the incident, there were elements that didn’t seem to add up.
First, there were no notice boards or anyone on duty to advise people that they couldn’t go onto the platform, which is what you would normally have expected if some sort of filming were occurring.
And I wondered, when I had walked onto the platform, why the crew had not called out, to warn me off set -- I was there for at least two or three minutes, which was more than enough time to consider me an intruder. The two ladies who were sitting quite calmly on the platform seat didn’t seem bothered in the slightest, if they even noticed I was there at all.
Third, if others who visited the station had noticed the film crew, because of human curiosity, there would normally have been a small crowd trying to have a look-see, but the station had been empty and almost totally quiet. And finally, on my return to the station, I was impressed how quickly everything seemed to have been put back to its normal self, with no evidence of any camera crew or actors.
I was left with the distinct impression that I had experienced a time slip, and that perhaps the cameramen were photographers from that earlier period, and the two ladies perhaps simply waiting for the next train. The unusually quiet atmosphere of the event adds to the conclusion.

https://web.archive.org/web/20181109063911/http://forum.forteantimes.com/index.php?threads/time-or-dimensional-slips.13755/

Last year I made a post on Reddit seeking advice on how to handle a really nasty situation involving a man who sexually harassed me and my roommate.
Unfortunately, while in no way responsible for his actions the female friend who had introduced us appears to still be friends with him in some capacity. I do not want to discuss why she chose this and I do not need advice on cutting her out or not. Since her mother just died in a pretty brutal way and I still care about my friend, I don’t want to cause her more anguish by telling her I won’t be friends with her anymore. It’s complicated.
Having said that, my friend invited me to her mom’s celebration of licd a few weeks ago before I became aware that this man is still in her social circle. Needless to say, I am deeply uncomfortable with being anywhere near him, regardless of how apologetic he may be or how others might insist he’s a better person now. I genuinely don’t care if he is or isn’t, and I am not interested in any excuses.
I still want to attend her mother’s celebration of life, and missing it feels like a cruel action. Given the nature of this event, I don’t think that we can appear at different times IF he is even invited, but I am not sure. How do I handle this while balancing my own sense of safety? What do I do if I message her and ask if he’s gonna be there and she says yes? I think I can bring someone with me so I won’t be there alone, but just the thought of being around that guy makes me feel ill.

Chapter One
TALKING CAT
The boy stood on the roof of the garage and looked down. He wanted to learn how to jump from the roof of one garage to another. The distance between the rooftops was large, and only quite grown-up children jumped here, maybe fifth graders, or even older. Once the boy saw how they did it, and he thought that if he learns to jump in the same way, they will be very surprised and will immediately accept him in their adult interesting games.
He walked away, ran up and suddenly stopped at the very edge: the roof of the neighboring garage seemed so far away to him. He thought that there was no way he would jump up to her, and falls into the abyss between the garages. And then he heard behind him a quiet, but very distinct voice:
- Not right way, boy, you're jumping, look how right!
He turned around, but saw no one; only a large gray cat with a white chest and white paws sat on a rusty roof and silently looked at him.
The cat stood up, walked to the very edge of the abyss, crouched down, shrunk like a living spring and, pushing strongly with its hind legs, easily flew over to the roof of the neighboring garage. Then he turned and looked at the boy, as if inviting him to follow suit.
The boy tried to do everything in the same way: he cringed, braced his legs and, pushing off, and flew to the neighboring roof almost as easily as the gray cat.
The cat looked approvingly at his student and immediately jumped back. The boy jumped after him, he already realized that it was not at all scary and not even very difficult. So he and the cat jumped a few more times from roof to roof, it turned out to be a very simple matter, the boy even became not interested. Now he was much more interested in whether this big gray cat could actually talk, or was it just his imagination?
He squatted next to the cat and very politely asked:
- Kitty, tell me something, please? For example, what's your name?
But the cat was silent and only looked at the boy with large green eyes. Then the boy stroked his head and rather felt with his hand than heard the cat purring softly and contentedly, like a small fluffy tractor.
The boy was very interested in playing with his new friend, but it was already time to go home and, besides, he was very thirsty. He remembered the bottle of Pepsi in the cupboard in the kitchen, and he wanted to drink even more. He said to the cat: "Bye!", got down from the roof and went to the house, and then he heard "Bye!" behind him. He turned around; the cat sat on the roof of the garage and looked after him.
Chapter Two
NOBEL PRIZE
At home, the boy asked his father:
- Dad, is there talking cats?
Dad looked up from the newspaper at his son and said:
- The fact is that the vocal apparatus of cats is arranged quite differently from that of humans. Therefore, even if the cat really wanted to speak, then he would not have succeeded in anything other than "meow". Do you remember how in that poem about the girl and the kitten? "Kitty, say "electricity", and the kitten only meow yes meow! What a stupid kitten!"
“It’s in fairy tales that cats talk,” - mother intervened, “but in life they only know how to steal sausages and jump on roofs!”
"Yeah," thought the boy, "they're great at jumping over rooftops!" And said aloud:
- But some animals talk, parrots, for example!
- Not only parrots, - answered dad, - but also starlings, crows and some other birds. True, they only copy the sounds that they hear, and do not understand a single word they utter. Therefore, it cannot be said that they know how to talk for real.
- And I saw on TV how one dog said "mom"! - The boy didn't give up.
- I also saw this dog, but apart from the word "mom" she could not say anything else and never will be able to for the same reason. In dogs, as well as in cats, the vocal apparatus is completely undeveloped.
- And maybe, those cats can talk, but they don't want to? - The boy asked.
Why don't they want to? - Dad was surprised.
- They hide. What if people, when they find out that they can talk, will force them to go to school?! And they are lazy!
- Well, I don’t know, - Dad said. - If they hide, they do it very skillfully. In any case, if a talking cat appeared now, it would be the greatest discovery in science! I think the Nobel Prize would be guaranteed!
- To whom? The cat? - Boy asked.
- To cat, I doubt it. Rather, the one who found it, - answered dad.
- What about the Nobel Prize? Is she big? - Boy asked.
- ABOUT! She is very big! - Dad said and dreamily closed his eyes, - Just huge!
"Again you're filling the child's head with all sorts of nonsense!" - Mom said, - He does not need to dream about the Nobel Prize, but learn how to prepare a satchel for school, like all normal children. And then the teacher again complained that he would forget a pen, then a pencil, or a notebook...
At night, the boy dreamed of the Nobel Prize. It was presented by a man who looked like Santa Claus, with a white beard and a red nose. It was huge, like a department store, and shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow.
Chapter Three
TELEPATHY
When the next day the boy came to the garages, the cat was already there. He sat on an old car wheel and seemed to be waiting for him. The boy pulled a small rubber ball out of his pocket and showed it to the cat.
“Look,” he said, “it's called a ball. Now we are going to play football. Your gate is from the garage to that old wheel, and mine is from the big stone to that tree.
The cat did not answer, only bowed his big beautiful head in agreement. They began to play, and very soon the boy realized that he had a worthy opponent. The cat defended his goal like a tiger, and it was not an easy task to score a goal for him. He very quickly figured out the intricacies of the game and only in the most desperate situations grabbed the ball with his teeth and rushed to the opponent's goal with all his might. But in football rules it is forbidden to grab the ball with your hands, but nothing is said about teeth!
So they played for a long time, until the boy was completely exhausted and sat down on the ground to rest. The cat came and sat next to he. The boy thought that the right moment had finally come for a serious conversation and asked:
- Tell me, please, can you really talk? Don't be afraid, we will share the Nobel Prize honestly, in half!
- I'm not afraid! - Answered the cat, but somehow strangely, without opening his mouth, - I know that you are a good boy, otherwise I would not play with you. But, unfortunately, your dad is right: my vocal apparatus is not developed enough, and I don’t know how to talk.
"But how can I hear you then?" - The boy was surprised, - And how do you know what my dad said? You couldn't hear him!
- The fact is that your brain works at the same frequency as mine, and therefore you hear my thoughts, and I hear yours. You don't even have to tell me anything, just think and I'll know. By the way, that's how I found out what your dad said about the ability of cats to speak, you just thought about it.
- I see, - said the boy, - It turns out that you can read minds!
- You can say so - answered the cat, - But not all people, but only those whose brain frequency coincides with mine.
- That's great! - the boy was delighted, - It turns out that you are not just a talking cat, but a cat-telepath! Yes, now they will give us not one, but two whole Nobel Prizes. It's just a pity it's time for me to go home, do my homework. We need to learn a fable by tomorrow, "The Dragonfly and the Ant" is called.
- And, is this where "The jumping dragonfly sang red summer?" - asked the cat and squinted slyly.
- Yes, but how do you know? - the boy was surprised.
- You see, I used to live at school, first on the second floor, in the lower grades, and then moved upstairs to the older ones. So I learned the whole school curriculum by heart, my memory is catlike, tenacious. If I hear anything, I will never forget! I'm not like "Dragonfly", I remember "Eugene Onegin" by heart, and the Pythagorean theorem, and Newton's laws ...
- Well, that's great! - the boy interrupted the cat, - Now I can, not teach lessons, and when they ask me, you will telepathize everything to me. Just sit down in the corridor closer to our class, otherwise you suddenly don’t have enough power!
- I have enough power! I have radiation; you know how strong it is? In general, I can sit on the street under the window, and still you will hear my thoughts. Only I thought about one: if you don’t learn anything, then you won’t know anything! So you will remain a fool for the rest of your life!
- No, why the fool? - the boy was offended, - About what I need, I will learn, about dinosaurs or about cats, for example. I really love about cats. But why should I teach about all sorts of dragonflies and ants? What good do they do to me?
- The fact that you love cats is good, you are great! By the way, do you have fish at home?
- Yes, - the boy answered, - Mom bought a perch fillet yesterday.
- Okay, bring the perch, otherwise after your football some kind of fuss began in my stomach. And don't worry about the fable, so be it, I'll help you with it. But just let's agree, everything else you will teach yourself!
- Well, we agreed, - the boy answered, - Tomorrow come to the second lesson at school, sit under the window and wait. And as soon as the teacher will ask me, then immediately begin to telepathize the fable.
* * *
The next day, everything turned out exactly as they planned. The boy was called to the blackboard, and with the help of the cat he told a fable for five points. A day later, he again did not learn his lesson, and again the cat came to his aid, having previously eaten a hefty piece of cod. And it went and went. Gradually, the boy completely abandoned his studies, and the cat grew fat, and his coat became smooth and silky, like some kind of sable.
A new life began for the boy. After school, he either walked, or played on the computer, or watched action movies on TV. He simply did not take textbooks in his hands, but at school he still received only five.
Parents, of course, were very pleased with the success of their son, only the mother could not understand where the fish from the refrigerator was disappearing to? And what could be the connection? The idea that her son was paying teachers for excellent grades with raw fish seemed unlikely to her. She was going to go to school and find out what was the matter, but she still did not have enough time for this.
The boy's classmates also seemed suspicious of such a sharp transformation into an excellent student, especially since no one had ever seen he studied at least something. And when the teacher called the boy "our new excellent student in Russian," he was immediately given the nickname "new Russian." And after a while, rumors spread around the class that Plotnikov could read minds.
Even Oksana Petrova, the most beautiful girl in the class, fell for this bait. It is not known who told this girl that she was the most beautiful, and in general, whether anyone told her about it, but only she knew this very well and did not miss the opportunity to take advantage of it.
Once, at recess, she herself approached the boy and asked:
- Plotnikov, how do you manage to get only fives all the time, and at the same time not learn anything? - and began to hypnotize her victim with a practiced languid look.
I must say that Oksana Petrova, despite all her beauty, was a little stupid, and most importantly, very lazy and therefore did not study very well. Probably, she decided to find out from the boy his secret in order to become not only the first beauty, but also an excellent student.
“I don’t know, everything somehow turns out on its own,” Plotnikov answered, trying not to look into Petrova’s huge eyes shining with a dark blue light, because he knew that if he looked there, he would fulfill any, the most idiotic desire of this girl.
- Come on, look me in the eyes, - said Oksana and quietly lifted Plotnikov's head by the chin with her little finger, - Is it true that you can read minds? Then guess what I'm thinking now?! - and she, closing her eyes, stretched her plump lips forward.
Plotnikov regretfully pulled out the last piece of juicy fruit gum from his pocket and put it into Petrova's lips extended towards him.
In surprise, the girl opened her eyes wide and looked at Plotnikov with some new, surprised look. Then she slowly sucked the gum into her mouth and asked:
- And how did you guess? Are you really able to read minds?
To be honest, it was not difficult to guess, everyone in the class knew that Oksana Petrova's favorite chewing gum was "juicy fruit", but Plotnikov did not remind about it, but simply answered:
- Yes, I can, but not with people!
- And with who? - Petrova was surprised again.
- With cats of all sorts, more precisely, Ican read cats minds.
- Are you Plotnikov, completely out of your mind? What thoughts do cats have? How to steal a sausage, but how to arrange a concert under my window in March!
- Well, no, Petrova, you're wrong. Some cats are very smart, if you want, I'll introduce you to one of these, he lives in our yard.
- Here's another! - Petrova chuckled contemptuously, - I don't want to meet with some mangy cat. Yes, if I want, I can meet ... - she thought for a second, - With DiCaprio, here! And you say "cat". You yourself are a cat, Plotnikov!
And giving the boy a contemptuous look, she walked away.
Of course, no one believed that Plotnikov became an excellent student thanks to some yard cat, and the boy continued to receive fives without even touching his textbooks. But things didn't always go so smoothly.
(to be continued)

I'm not trying to sound harsh, especially because I've been there. I'm not speaking to those who are truly trying to do the right thing, but those with bad habits.
Oftentimes posters here will talk about money struggles without talking about other struggles (like addictions) that usually go hand-in-hand. So if you're addicted to some substance or even a habit like gambling, then stop. If you're trying to take short cuts, steal or cheat your way through life, then you're always going to stay at the bottom.
I had severe addictions when I was homeless and it took a lot of effort to realize it was wrecking my life and something needed changing. I allowed others to help as I cleaned myself up and made a pledge to turn away from the crap that put me where I was.
I dumped my friends that kept me in a rut and started networking with people whose lives I wanted to model mine after. People are always open to answering questions and helping out.
I had heard of a guy who worked around 5 days a MONTH and made 6 figures (because of residuals [royalties]). He was a stuntman. I had done some gymnastics as a child and was always awed by the action flicks I saw on TV.
A new friend put me into contact with a stunt guy and I stated to train in the same gym where he trained. My focus was wholly set on doing stunts, without the distractions of all the garbage in my past. I learned fights, high falls, tricking (flips and stuff), and some driving.
4 years in, I'm in the same position as the guy I looked up to. It's not perfect, nothing is, (there's actually a strike in Hollywood right now so things slowed down), but getting rid of my poor behavior really springboarded my success.
Again, I'm only speaking to those who are trying to get by without getting rid of their bad habits. As for the rest, just keep pushing, keep educating yourselves and ask for help from those willing to provide it. At one point I joined a church that had a benevolence offering, and while I didn't attend for the money, once people learned about my situation, they helped me immensely.
Best of luck to all!

Hi.
For a long time I have been developing some psychological disorders, which have intensified
to the point where I tried to commit suicide. I don't have the mood for anything, if I could I would sleep all day
I would hide in my room as a refuge from the outside world, I was a person full of dreams
and perspectives, until I let myself get tired by life's frustrations and everything I idealized turned to dust,
like there's no future for me anymore, which is crazy because I'm only 16, my life sucks
started and I feel like I've already given up on her. After my near-death, I've been getting a lot of support
of my family members, and of course a surveillance so that I don't try again, I feel better than before,
but that doesn't mean that I'm really fine, I don't know where to resume my life, my studies, and
my dreams for me to move forward, I need friends who understand me so we can talk.

Hello I'm Biscuit! I hit diamond 5 times (not counting this season) and i believe if i played more I would hit masters many times too. I finished high school so now I have more time to focus on Apex and other things and I'm looking for players that want to improve at the game, participate in scrims and tournaments just like me. I can take criticism, I used to IGL with my old team which we played for near a month. I'm m&k, I do aim training, sometimes do vod reviews, watch educational videos and I used to and will watch more of ALGS. I can play any character and learn them. I mainly played Bloodhound, Horizon, Pathfinder, Wraith, Bangalore, Seer. I live in Turkey (gmt +3) And also I'm Diamond 3 in this season. If you want to contact me you can comment here or message me on my discord.
Biscuit#9876

Hi all,
I just want to begin by saying for those that experience this all the time/frequently I am so sorry. I will admit for a long time I was a person that just said "oh it's just a bad dream, you're fine" and for that I am regretful for my ignorant thinking for all those years. I had a short but horrifying experience for the first time in my life and it feels like it's still kinda affecting me, even days later. I'm not one that has bad dreams, or dreams in general very frequently but this is one that will probably stay with me for the rest of my life.
Me and my hubby were on vacation at his childhood home for Memorial Day weekend. We had family and friends over, a cookout, yard games, and just an overall great weekend. Once everyone left and we got the house/yard (somewhat) picked up me, hubby, and in-laws went inside to wind down and get ready for bed. I hopped in the shower last so I could take the longest as I needed to wash my hair and hubby and in-laws watched some TV and scrolled on their phones. When I was waiting to hop in my FIL had on something about the Coca Cola 600 that got delayed that day and I was really just scrolling on tik tok and snapchat to see what all my friends did over the weekend while I was away. I showered and when I was done, I joined them in the living room and watched TV with them for about 15-20 mins till my eyes were getting heavy and I knew I needed to go to sleep as we were leaving at around 4 am to head back home (10ish hr drive). I will say when I got back they were watching some of the "spooky" shows of "real ghosts/spirits" caught on camera but that's something hubby enjoys so it's nothing out of the ordinary for us to watch right before bed and the stories we watched weren't anywhere near as scary as what we have seen before.
It was around 10-10:30 when we went and laid down and probably closer to 11-11:15 when we finally fell asleep. Both me and hubby are light sleepers and we toss and turn quite a lot, along with being in a queen bed when we're used to a king we don't get optimal sleep when visiting his parents but it has never been an issue before. We woke up around 2 am, him adjusting the fan to point more towards him and I had to go pee. When I checked my phone right before I fell asleep again to make sure the alarm was set it was 2:07 and I fell back asleep pretty fast. This is where the paralysis kicked in. I had a dream that we were back outside during the cookout and I started to feel a bit woozy and light headed, I walked inside with my MIL and she told me to sit down while she grabs me a water bottle from the garage. I did as she said but when she came back I was on the floor being picked up by what I thought was my husband. I tried to look behind my shoulder to him but I couldn't, and I go super nervous and could only look forward to my MIL standing in front of the couch looking down at me saying "it's okay, you just had a bit too much to drink, you'll feel better soon. (Note: I did not have too much to drink that day/night. I had maybe 3 highnoons all day and never once even got tipsy, I'm not a heavy drinker by any means but I do drink occasionally and can hold my liquor fine and I know that has nothing to do with it.) I kept trying to look back but couldn't but the arms were getting tighter and tighter around me. While at first I thought it was my husband picking me up I quickly realized it was not him at all. Whatever had me didn't even feel human. I was being dragged into the bed room and when I would take a deep breath to scream NOTHING would come out, I tried multiple times and the last time I did my eyes shot open and I realized it was just a dream. I laid there for a minute just staring at the wall to calm down and my mouth was wide open and super dry so I tried to grab my water bottle off of the nightstand to take a sip but I couldn't make myself move. I kinda fought with myself for a bit to force myself to grab the bottle but stopped when I felt the arms slide around me again. I tried to move, even just clench my fist together, I could maybe flinch my fingers in the slightest movement, just enough to know my limbs were still attached but they were completely useless. I heard my husbands voice for a split second, I couldn't make out what was actually said but it sounded like him and then it just didn't. I was like a crescendo of whispers, on top of more whispers, all saying something clear as day but getting muffled out but the others. I couldn't make out anything but I felt surrounded by the noise and it just got louder and louder. I could feel myself getting scared again and wanting to scream but the same thing. I would take a deep breath, go scream but nothing would come out. I realized then that I was having sleep paralysis and just thought "it's okay, you're okay, this isn't real, it's just a dream, it'll be over soon." I kept repeating that to myself in my head over and over again for what seemed like forever while the arms around me seemed to pull me in closer and tighter and then the whispers suddenly stopped all together. Silence. Like an eerily, sudden silence that almost hurt it happened so close to the loud whispers. I hear a distorted version of "my husband's" voice say "oh, is it? are you? are you sure?"
Then I finally came to for real this time. My eyes were wide open and all I could make myself do was move them around for the first few seconds, looking around the room making sure it was real this time. My breathing was super short and fast, heart rate felt like I had just sprinted a full mile. Under my pillow I moved my fingers to touch my thumb, again making sure I was really awake this time. Like in my dream, my mouth was wide open and dry as the Saraha Desert, I drank that entire bottle in about 3 seconds and just laid there till my alarm went off. I was a bit in shock just because it felt so real, I had to lay there and make sure what really happened vs. what I dreamed. My alarm started beeping shortly after and once my hubby was awake and moving I asked if I made any weird noises or anything like that while I was sleeping and he didn't remember anything but said he didn't sleep good so he didn't pay much attention to me.
I was still creeped out pretty much the entire trip back. I didn't want to dwell on it and freak myself out even more but it was also just something that kept popping into my mind. I kept apologizing to my husband for talking about it so much, especially since it was just the same thoughts on it over and over again. He assured me it was okay, and I can talk about it as much or as little as I need. Once we got home I took a quick cat nap and thankfully didn't have any dreams or anything but I started house/dog sitting last night and I will say it took a bit of courage to finally let myself fall asleep, especially away from my husband, and in a house and bed that's familiar, but isn't mine. I don't want to develop anxiety towards sleeping but I feel a bit uneasy about it. It was the first time I ever had an experience like that and nothing out of the ordinary happened to cause it. It was one of the most terrifying moments of my life, and I hope the only time it ever happens.

hi, i apologize in advance if this sounds like a stupid question, but i had an interview nearing 2 weeks now and the hiring manager told me that he’d get back to me in a week (this was on a friday). conveniently, he walked into my place of work that following monday and then proceeded to tell me that he’d have an answer for me soon. ive been lurking on this sub for a while and before finding out that a week in panera terms meant during the weekday, i thought my week of getting a response back was over with but today, is when the week is supposed to end from what the manager told me. ive been constantly checking my email but no response at all. so to everyone here, is it plausible to think i didn’t get the job and to move on from it?
also, i did call the store last friday to hear any update with the application status but he wasn’t there and someone else took the call and told me that they’d leave the message for him to get to and that was last friday at 3. i also understand that they’re a high volume store so i’ve been waiting for any chance to get back to me but now im having concerns.

The actress playing Ariel should go full time into music. Don’t know her and this was the first thing I’ve seen it heard from her. Her voice is absolutely magical & the sound in Dolby was insane. The musical numbers were pretty much the only highlight of this film. The new songs, specifically the one sang by Eric, was very awkward tho. Started small than he tried to become a soprano singer. Weird
The actual acting was not good, honestly I have not liked one live action adaption from Disney. I would love to know why they continue to push these. I couldnt care less that the lead was a different race than the original fictional cartoon so this isn’t me being subtly racist. This didn’t even feel like a movie to be honest. Very weird pacing
The CGI was damn near the worst live action/CGI I have ever seen. I can’t believe Disney let that go out.
Why was this version longer than the original 1989 ? This movie would have played much better at 90 mins. At the two hour mark I was just over it.
I really hope Disney stops making these live action adaptations & focuses their attention on new characters.
More of 2009s Princess & the Frog Less of the live action creepy remakes
Animation is good. Don’t know why it’s being so forgotten

Fire claim in Washington.
I recently received an invoice for emergency work performed on my home months ago (securing the property after the loss, tarping the roof). This is the only work this company did for me, I signed a very limited work authorization the date of the loss just to meet my post-loss duties and protect the property.
The invoice had a cover letter asking me to forward it to my adjuster. I did so, but noted that the invoice contains errors that increase the cost and we'd need to work together to get it settled. The labor hours are higher than I expect (I know exactly when they were at the property) and includes significant amounts of materials that I don't believe were used.
My adjuster sent me a note this morning saying he won't get involved in a dispute with my contractor and to send him a final invoice when I have it.
I'm a bit puzzled because I've seen my adjusters push back against unnecessary or questionable line items or costs in other invoices and estimates from my other contractors. I am happy to push back on the contractor for now but was hoping the adjuster could corroborate what I was saying based on what he saw of the temporary repairs (which were already in place when the adjuster inspected my home).
Is this because I was the one to start asking questions about the line items, the adjuster wants to stay out of it until I reach an understanding with the contractor in order to protect himself?
I think what I was hoping to see was an estimate from my adjuster for the exact temporary repair scope performed, and I'd ask the contractor to just take that to settle the account, but that might not be a realistic hope.

There's a joke on the audiophile subreddits:

You buy headphones to listen to your music,
I buy music to listen to my headphones.
We are not the same.

In a lot of ways, D2 is an audiophile's delight. The game has strong directionality to tell you where threats are coming from, the guns have distinctive sound profiles to inform you about your enemy and your team (The first time you say to yourself "Hey, I know that firing pattern, someone's using a Graviton Lance!" you'll understand exactly what I'm talking about), the music is absolutely banging, but what really impresses me is the ambiance.
Someone at Bungie put sound effects in the coral. In fact there's ambiance damn near everywhere in this game. If you're just blasting through the levels you may never notice, it blends into the background, but if you stop and listen for a moment you'll find that there's a hell of a lot to hear.
I dunno, I'm just smitten, I guess. There are a lot of games out there that have lackluster positional audio, or lousy music, or a complete lack of ambiance, or the effects don't blend, or someone said "Let's just put crunch.wav in there and set it to repeat," and Bungie doesn't do that, their sound design isn't an after thought, in fact it's a really useful asset to players. D2 has immersive sound design, but much more than that, it has functional sound design.
The game is a joy to listen to, is what I'm saying.
Whoever's in charge of sound design over there, Bungie, give them a raise.

I am a student, and I am deeply concerned about the future of our education.
Most of us students are using AI tools like ChatGPT to a degree that appears to outstrip the understanding of many educators. We're standing at the precipice of a crisis, and this fact is becoming increasingly evident to many teachers. As more students delegate critical thinking tasks to AI to stay ahead or allocate time elsewhere, we find ourselves at a crossroads. The widespread adoption of AI is undeniable, and its potential to transform education is immense. But how should we navigate this new frontier?
Can we equip students with the essential skills to critically engage with the world while interacting with AI? Can we empower teachers to leverage AI to enrich teaching practices and deliver personalized education? How do we decide the extent to which we should rely on AI in classrooms? As AI becomes increasingly prevalent in education, how can we guarantee equal access to and education about these tools for all students?
There's a range of opinions on the way forward, from minor curriculum tweaks to radical overhauls of the entire education system. What remains constant is a sense of urgency and a desire for collaborative dialogue involving educators, AI experts, students, parents, and administrators.
To spark this conversation, I've assembled a team of volunteering students and recent alumni from the University of Illinois and Stanford University. Together, we are in the process of organizing a two-day online conference titled “AI x Education Conference: Generating the Future of Education with AI”. Our aim is to create a platform for all stakeholders to share experiences, demystify AI, explore innovative solutions, and foster collaborations. A key feature of our conference will be incorporating the student perspective – an often overlooked but essential element in understanding AI’s role in education.
But we need your help to make this a success. If you're an educator using AI such as ChatGPT in your classroom, we invite you to share your insights as a panelist. Students, we welcome you to volunteer as panel moderators, bridging the gap between students and educators in this dialogue. Parents, we encourage you to share this event with your children's teachers and to attend the conference to gain a better understanding of how AI is impacting education. School administrators, we’d appreciate your help in connecting us with more educators to promote this event. K-12 teachers, we'd love to hear about your experiences adjusting to AI in classrooms through interviews. If you have advice on engaging topics or strategies to reach a wider audience, please don't hesitate to share.
This conference is just the beginning. Our broader vision is to build a supportive, dynamic community of educators navigating the implications of AI in education. Although the questions far outnumber the answers, let's start this vital dialogue together. Together, we can guide the future of education toward a horizon that's more innovative, inclusive, and intelligently designed.
You can find out more about our conference on our website (aixeducation.com). Please leave a comment or send me a private message for further collaboration.

Hi all, first time here so apologies if this post breaks any rules.
I'm nearly 30 now and have been living on my own for nearly 10 years and in that time my dad has been blighted by a disability causing him to lose the use of his legs. As tragic as it is, it was always manageable because he had the support of our mother.
It's been nearly half a year since she had a breakdown and was permanently hospitalized due to dementia. Her absence has been huge, and most noticeable in the care my father receives. For some context, my father has always been a very unclean man and that's been a contact all of my life. He's great, but he has never understood hygiene, even when he was well. My mum was always single factor keeping the house in liveable conditions.
Since she's been gone, I've been the only one in a position to really step up and help out financially. I've temporarily moved home to try and help him gain some independence but I'm just losing hope. It's important to remember here that he is, by nature, a very piggish man, even before the disability. So I try to approach the problem to tackle the accessibility issues: I'm trying to make cleaning as easy as possible for him and remove any barriers. I paid for a private occupational therapist who was great and fast-tracked some nursing which he now receives every morning - they come and make breakfast and give him a wash (he typically refuses the wash, but I'm sure as his confidence grows he'll do it more often). I've seen some real progress in the accessibility of the house and his outlook. I do not, however, see any progress in the cleanliness of the house. And please don't read this as me putting a disabled man down - this isn't just leaving things on the floor because he obviously can't reach it - it's the kind of mess which is a genuine health concern. I hired cleaners last month and they charged me double because they claimed the house was in such a dire state. I am not exaggerating, the house was almost back to an absolute state almost a whole week after the deep clean.
It's unsustainable. I'm trying my hardest but I just can't keep up. I cannot be his full-time nurse, and even if I was, he creates too much mess for me to keep up with anyway. He'll make a slice of toast and leave the opened bag of bread on the floor next to the bin and the butter will stay open without a lid for a week, with flies and mould around it as he continues to use it. This isn't just his disability but his mindset. I've typed too much and feel like I'm ranting now, and some of this was therapeutic for me, so thank you for taking the time to read because I'm really struggling stay calm and patient with him.
I think the ultimate point of this post is to ask for any advice - has anybody been in similar situations? What can I do not just to make it easier for him, but for him to want to do it? Full-time care is off the table as the nurses believe he's capable of looking after himself, which I believe is also true. I think having a large, accessible bin for the kitchen would work well too, maybe something electric. Just any advice would be great, thanks.

I’ve received multiple letters from the U.S. Bankruptcy Court from the Souther District of Florida, Fort Lauderdale Division. Some background- I live in NJ and I had entered a rehabilitation facility in late 2021 also located in NJ. At the time I was working and my stay was covered by my medical insurance (I no longer work for the company) I completed the program. I never paid anything out of my pocket, as I said medical insurance through the company covered it all.
Fast forward to March 2023 I start receiving letters from FL bankruptcy court. I can’t deduce what any of them state clearly but from what I understand the facility I stayed at filed for bankruptcy. From the most recent letter it looks like the matter was handled May 15th.
Anyway, my question is is there anything I need to do? Do I stand to get any kind of refund or does that go to my previous employe insurance company? Are they making me aware of this matter because they legally have to? Should I just get rid of all the letters?
Thanks for the help. If I left any needed details out let me know, please.

Last year I made a post on Reddit seeking advice on how to handle a really nasty situation involving a man who sexually harassed me and my roommate.
Unfortunately, while in no way responsible for his actions the female friend who had introduced us appears to still be friends with him in some capacity. I do not want to discuss why she chose this and I do not need advice on cutting her out or not. Since her mother just died in a pretty brutal way and I still care about my friend, I don’t want to cause her more anguish by telling her I won’t be friends with her anymore. It’s complicated.
Having said that, my friend invited me to her mom’s celebration of licd a few weeks ago before I became aware that this man is still in her social circle. Needless to say, I am deeply uncomfortable with being anywhere near him, regardless of how apologetic he may be or how others might insist he’s a better person now. I genuinely don’t care if he is or isn’t, and I am not interested in any excuses.
I still want to attend her mother’s celebration of life, and missing it feels like a cruel action. Given the nature of this event, I don’t think that we can appear at different times IF he is even invited, but I am not sure. How do I handle this while balancing my own sense of safety? What do I do if I message her and ask if he’s gonna be there and she says yes? I think I can bring someone with me so I won’t be there alone, but just the thought of being around that guy makes me feel ill.

So I posted on here a little under a year ago that I was being forced to go to chuch and missions and all that and many of you responded with advice (thank you btw) and today im looking for more advice, Recently the pressure to serve a mission has lessened by a ton however Ive found myself actually wanting to go on a mission I want to experience a mission, I want to be that cool mission who all the youth like, I want to have the connection with a companion the way they have with eachother but I think the whole church is a load of shit and you know not true which is a massive problem for a missionary. This isnt the only thing that has me questioning my questioning of my faith if that makes sense, (this might sound stupid but) I want the experience of going into the temple with my wife and doing baptisms and confirmations and also raising children with the experiences of the church.
Has anyone else experienced this feeling of wanting to stay even though you know its not the truth? how can I get rid of this feeling?