Just downloaded GaiaGPS to my iPhone and signed up for the paid service and am interested in planning trips to remote areas of the Southwest (at least where cell service is not expected).
I want to download off-line maps to the places I will be going, but am puzzled about how to do that or whether it can even be done.
All of the features and instructions I see are centered on the assumption that you are only interested in your present location (currently at home). And of course I have nothing "saved".
There seems a fundamental disconnect between what I need and what the features seem to be. I cannot of course go to a remote area with no cell access and then download maps near me, and that is not what I want to do anyway - I want to plan my trips first.
Can someone point me to a guide that will get me over this initial learning hump?
Thanks.

And here's the second to last chapter. Sadly there were two bits of scene I didn't manage to fit here somehow, and I don't think it's going to come up at any point in the final chapter either but it's also not very relevant.
Credits to u/SpacePaladin15 for this amazing setting, even if I wound up going a bit wild with it at the end here.
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In a desert planet, in a desolate little outpost as far from the oases as it could be, a little starport hidden from everything. In the launching bay is a small black craft, scarce fit for one person. In the hangar are only two people.
A grey-furred venlil, shaking slightly, the wool on his back still not fully grown from the recent shave. An arxur with unusually white scales and blood-red eyes, right arm tattooed with intricate patterns in red, a star map.
“You never told me where you were going, Kerim”
“You wouldn’t have the stomach for it, Ishak”
“Oh, come on, i’m stronger than you think”
“Is that so?” the venlil turns to his best friend, staring at him with one eye, a deep stare “Then prove it to me”
“Oh yeah, how?”
“Hurt me. Do that, and i’ll know you’re cruel enough to know where i’m going”
His friend huffs, looking away “Then I don’t want to know”
He had always been far too soft for his species. He was lucky to be born on this planet.
\***
In the little hidden starport, the tiny black craft had returned. Only one person waited there as he stepped out of his ship, those crimson eyes giving him the energy to work through his damaged leg.
“You look awful”
A limp, badly patched cuts, a third of his wool missing “Looks worse than it is”
His friend offers him his shoulder, he takes it “Nesha told me to thank you”
Of course the news would come here faster. The ones who escaped the re-education facility must have taken the direct route instead of his indirect one “I should be feeling… Happy…” he didn’t “Fourty six…”
“Fourty six?”
“I had to… I had to finish my mission. Of them… Twenty eight…” he can’t look at his friend, but he can’t avoid doing it either being this close. He doesn’t deserve this “They were target practice… I pushed them ahead of me…”
His friend puts a gentle claw over his head “You destroyed that place, you were a hero” he didn’t feel like it.
\***
“I will be here when you return, I promise”
There were blue marks on his friend’s crimson tattoos now. Each one marking a failure, a candidate that did not bloom in the end. “No you won’t, silly, don’t make promises you can’t keep” he gently traces his hand over the markings in his friend’s arm “You’ll be out there, as you should” he told him, before departing.
And yet he kept his promise. He always kept his promises.
When his small black ship docked again, it was smoking, a damaged engine and the oxygen supply leaking. He barely had the strength to step out of the ship, his mouth was dry and his legs refused to obey him, his eyes couldn’t focus on anything other than a white shape before him.
“You look like you haven’t eaten in days” his touch was so gentle, a gentleness magnified only further by how sharp his claws were. The warm feeling in his throat of the drink that had been so carefully guided to his mouth.
“M-months… Really…” his voice had returned, at least slightly. He could still feel the metallic taste in his mouth “Seventy… Nine…”
His friend gently supports him as they walk, at the pace his legs can take him “That raid never even started, my friend… All because of you, you’re a hero”
They never knew how they died. A slip into the abyss, a broken plasma pipe, they died in confusion and fear. He didn’t feel like a hero.
\***
His friend held him close. Today, there were thirteen ships in this port. Small black vessels all of them. With some effort, he finally makes him let go, no matter what he still had a mission.
“Before you go” his friend offers him something “I have two gifts for you. These, to keep you safe” two beautiful black knives, with a serrated edge for shredding cuts and a hook in the back for defense. It even had a compartment in the handle for the blackblood pills. The fangs of a beast, his friend’s fangs… “And the other, i’ll give you when you’re back”
“If”
“When”
This is his last chance. He takes his friend’s gift, and steps in closer “I make a promise to you” he silences his complaint with a single finger over his snout “I promise to you my blood, I promise to you my life. Yours is all that I am, yours is my life and yours is my death. The right to my end is yours and yours alone”
“Don’t…” there it was, that sad noise, the choked voice “Don’t make that promise to me”
But that was the only promise he could make to him “Then go and do a good job, so I can break it someday” he holds his friend’s- No. His promised’s fangs close, before walking away.
He kept his promise. His end belongs to Ishak. Thirteen ships left, three returned. A bloody mess steps out of his ship, matted fur, a swollen eye, dirt, grime and blood. The clattering of metal on the floor as those strong white arms held him, even more blue against the red. “You look awful, my promised”
“I-it’s… Worse than it… Looks…” he shouldn’t be holding him like this. He couldn’t will his dirty, stained arms to hold his promised.
“How about I take you home, and we can watch something? I’ll give you a good grooming, and I’ll listen to you.”
He didn’t have the energy left in his soul to respond, he simply let his promised carry him in his arms. His caress was gentle, and the brush felt the same comfort as it always gave him. Slowly, slowly he could feel his own body again. But he was surprised by something, his promised put a datapad in front of him, before returning to brushing his back “Only if you want to” he reassured him. He was having difficulty reading, but… He knew what it was.
An already pre-approved transfer request, to the exploratory fleets.
\***
It had been years since his fangs were last bloodied. Now the only red on him was the dye on his arm, red and blue like his promised’s. He sat at the bridge as he always did, a position of privilege none begrudged him for. He was good at his job, his job was keeping his crew safe when they landed, and otherwise here he waited, watching his promised guide them into the stars.
The loud, sudden squawk attracted his attention. There were two sensors officers, and the krakotl commanded the attention of everyone whenever she made any noise. She was always on the lookout for something, something specific.
“We’ve found it! It’s right there!” she was frantic, crazed nearly.
“We’ve just gotten into maximum sensor range-” his promised was always level-headed
“You don’t get it. I’ve spent my entire life memorizing those cliffs and valleys” she commands the central screen with her readouts. To most, the patterns of the spectrometer were unreadable. But even to those, if you were an explorer those shapes were burned into your memory. Carbon, oxygen, nitrogen- The levels of each- This wasn’t just a candidate. This was the best candidate of the last twenty years.
“Yorim, plot a course” his promised points at the zurulian navigator “Ashir, I want every last star in that map” the arxur was their second navigator, their mapmaker. His entire job was to ensure the perfect accuracy of the star chart “Kerim, start getting the ground team ready” he nods, could this candidate bloom?
Yes, yes it could. First, their scout ships saw a beautiful planet of strange colors, violet and green and blue. Then, when the main ship arrived in orbit they detected the breathable atmosphere, and could see the stretches of violet-leaved plant life, oceans of blue and rivers of green.
Landing on a new planet is always exciting. When the salty air welcomed him to the soft sands of a beach, he almost cried. The sound of the gust rustling leaves and the cry of a distant bird disturbed by it, his entire team required a long time to recover. It was here, it was finally here.
They were cautious. It took three weeks until the main ship was cleared to land. The rivers were dangerous, he’d tasted the green algae and they had a familiar taste, of a poison he’d used many a time. The fish in them were vicious, carnivorous hunters, but his promised had found a strange joy in fighting them “If I’m going to eat something, I’d rather it fight back” he told him. Even to beasts he would offer his kindness…
It had been two entire months now. Everything in the defined colonization radius had been cataloged and studied. Every last beast had been studied as far as they could, every last plant tested, the composition of the soil so carefully recorded. This planet could sustain them. It could feed them and flourish.
And in this camp a distance away from their ship, he and his promised were staring up at the stars. His promised’s scales were absolutely covered in scratches, he had just recently snatched another of those vicious fish out of the waters. He had contented himself with slowly stripping away the soft bark of this broad-leaved tree, it was deliciously succulent and soft, a taste he had never had before.
“I wish I had your tongue, my promised, because the noises you’re making are tempting me to to try some of that”
He laughs, wouldn’t be the first or last time they’d tried something that’d upset their bodies. That’s what explorers did “Oh, there’s room in the infirmary”
His promised then became silent, still looking at the stars “Say, I have a favor to ask you. For when we get back”
“If”
“When. When we get back. And we bring our maps home, and everyone can come to this place” he truly believed his own words. He wished he could believe them this much “When you finally can break your promise. If I meet my end before you” it was not a look of sadness or acceptance he gave him, he could truly envision being here for a time indescribable, until an end he could not foresee “I want you to bury me under one of those trees you love so much” he didn’t believe he could keep that promise, but he made it still.
When they left, there was no trace they were ever there. They left only footprints in the sand, that the wind would wash away. When they charted a course as far away as possible from the paradise they had found, most of the crew was already aware they were making their way to their deaths. He did not believe in this tiny, miraculous chance. But his promised did.
“Scout one’s report is late by a minute, sir!”
“Red alert, battlestations!” and yet with all his hope, his promised was not stupid. Their scouts were disciplined to a terrifying degree. It was the only way to have any hope against the Blind Fleet. They who would keep them blind to the rest of the universe.
They had maneuvered far away from their paradise. They had crossed past the claims of the Dominion into the claims of the Federation. If they were found, they could never know where they were coming from. From here, they would circle back to their dusty home with their maps. Of course the Blind Fleet found them, they always did, as long as they had to pretend to be part of the Dominion, the Blind Fleet would always find them.
“Scout wings, activate camouflage and join ranks with the Blind Fleet, some of us will return home” only arxur were allowed to be scout pilots, exactly for this. Whenever the Blind Fleet was met, they could hide so at least some would return home “Start the FTL drives and initiate evasive maneuvers!”
“Negative, sir!” that voice was one of the scout pilots “We’re not blending in!”
“Damn it, Ashiak, you have a nursery to return to!” Ashiak was a Matron back home whenever the exploration fleets were preparing, a mother to an entire nursery.
“We’re above a colony world, sir!” the scout pilot had noticed something nobody else had “And i’m not taking the blame for luring those Dominion monsters over innocents”
Sensors had failed to realize they had steered so close. Given their position it must be a venlil colony. To lose here would mean the Blind Fleet would take the colony as targets of opportunity. He looks at his promised’s eyes, and he looks back. They all knew what they had to do now, they could not lose, but neither could they win. “Belay the camouflage, keep the transponders ective and dive into their formation, I want them shooting themselves!” he looks at their pilot, the bulky mazic doesn’t need orders, he raises his trunk in recognition of it.
“Let our blood be poison!” his promised shouts, and he joins in with the entire crew as they return the shout “Let our blood be poison!”
Soon after, they’re running down the corridor of the ship. One last duty before the end. Were the Dominion to find their maps, they would descend on that paradise like a plague, gut it and burn it in the name of… Whatever it was that drove them. And so, he and his promised were running towards the ship’s computer core.
Explorer ships had a centralized computer core, exactly for this reason. He grabs a simple strip of fiber on the side of the monolithic server and his promised grabs another one on the other side. With a quick yank the electromagnetic emanations completely destroy every last remnant of their research, their maps, every bit of knowledge of that paradise is gone. His promised looks at him and smiles.
They’re running back, through the same corridor. His wide view catches a glimpse of the escape pods located in this corridor. And then he feels a powerful clawed hand against his chest, he has time to turn to face his promised but not enough time to react as he’s thrown inside one. By the time he recovers he’s not able to get past the door before it closes and seals “No! Damn you! I made you a promise!”
That’s the last image he has of Ishak in his mind, that gentle smile that fit him so well “And i’m breaking it for you” was all he said as the pod started moving.
He had securely strapped himself on the chair, eyes trained on the windows. That was the last he saw of his ship. The telltale colors of an FTL drive cascade, the ship dove into the Blind Fleet, the violet light engulfing both. He could never fulfill his promises.
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As a post-note, the two scenes I didn't manage to fit was:
Kerim giving Ishak a small pillow stuffed with his wool that was shaved off when he got his cerimonial scars before leaving for his first mission (this is seen as a gift of farewell).
Kerim mentioning his third mission was, with the other twelve assassins, to take down a cattle ship from one of the other chief hunters. Which is why he was so busted when he returned as he hid in there for a long time. He'd count a hundred and two deaths by his hand, and mention the ship had fallen in the sea and they'd all drown. But the return scene flowed so much better with him just being... Basically catatonic I couldn't fit how to add this part.

I had last posted about feeling suicidal a few days ago. Immediately I knew I needed to take action and I was. I was on a plane to Umrah. As soon as I landed I felt numb and realized my intention was not for the right purpose. I went straight to the hotel, took my ihraam off and fell asleep.
I realized my life has much bigger issues than I fathomed. I hoped doing umraah in Ramadan would help me gain perspective, atone for all my sins, help me get over my past and become a newer and improved person but my heart and Allah do not want that. I don't know what to do right now. I am sitting in my hotel, looking at the the harmain and asking Allah where did I go wrong.
I hurt so many people, from when I was a child to recently. I made people scared, fearful, threatened, and ruined their lives. I am scum and a parasite. People who know me, including people on this sub will affirm that. When I talk to them, they immediately run away when they find out who I am. I was just recently brought to light about the issues I have and suffer. For me, there is no cure. No amount of hajj, umrah, prayer, medicine, therapy, new relationships, etc. will cure me. For me there is instant death or living life in decay and I would not want to die anywhere else but here, in the house of Allah.
I did this all to myself. I chose to be a cheater, liar, manipulator, cancer, and what ever else I have been labeled. I had a prize with me, an angel 6 months ago, but I had to let it go because there was too much animosity and pain. I let that individual go because I know they deserved better and they are. But in the recent month or so I hurt that person too. I just keep hurting people and not recognizing the pain.
I decided to give my umrah one more go. I am going to the meeqat, and am going to sincerely repent, ask Allah for forgiveness, atone once more and see where I end up. Unfortunately I put too much stock into what other people think and I do not focus on myself. Despite being labelled all these type of issues, which I may or may not possess, or may have some traits of, I do not want to be this person anymore. I want to be a productive, viable and worthy individual who has something positive to offer. I know I have potential, and I am trying my best to tap into that. However, I am also in the camp that some people never change. They always have that fitnah in them to do harm. Once a "x" always and "x" and x can be anything from cheater, liar, abuser, or psycho.
Again, for anyone I hurt, whether here, or society at large, or in my family, or colleagues, I sincerely apologize. Obviously I haven't changed because being in my age range, I should have by now. If this umrah, in this sacred month does not change me, which is the equivalent but not substitute of Hajj, I am 100% willing to accept that this dunya is not for me, and I am not worthy of it.

I'm so depressed. I've ben working 12 hour consecutive days for two months now (I have no choice, please don't lecture me about this, I work in a family business and if I don't work, I don't make money) and I'm deeply depressed. This is the first time I've tackled my career, without coming home to alcohol daily and I'm really struggling.
Since I stopped drinking, I typically I hike 10 miles every weekend, and row every morning, but I'm just too tired and no matter what I do to try to do these things right now, it's not physically possible. I really miss having an outlet for my sadness. I know drinking until I was blackout drunk was never the way, and I don't want it to be that way again, but I do miss that euphoric feeling it gave me.
This is the first time I've just tried to deal with my depression and I'm failing. So badly. I don't even want to drink, but I do want to drink. I won't though, instead I'll just go home and go to sleep, hoping for the deadline to come a little bit faster so I can be done with this part of my life right now. I wish I could sleep the next two months away. I can barely even water my houseplants, which typically keep my mental health in check, I guess even that isn't enough for my morbs.
I'm sorry for this post and please delete if not allowed. I just really don't have anyone to vent too, or anyone who understands.

I had last posted about feeling suicidal a few days ago. Immediately I knew I needed to take action and I was. I was on a plane to Umrah. As soon as I landed I felt numb and realized my intention was not for the right purpose. I went straight to the hotel, took my ihraam off and fell asleep.
I realized my life has much bigger issues than I fathomed. I hoped doing umraah in Ramadan would help me gain perspective, atone for all my sins, help me get over my past and become a newer and improved person but my heart and Allah do not want that. I don't know what to do right now. I am sitting in my hotel, looking at the the harmain and asking Allah where did I go wrong.
I hurt so many people, from when I was a child to recently. I made people scared, fearful, threatened, and ruined their lives. I am scum and a parasite. People who know me, including people on this sub will affirm that. When I talk to them, they immediately run away when they find out who I am. I was just recently brought to light about the issues I have and suffer. For me, there is no cure. No amount of hajj, umrah, prayer, medicine, therapy, new relationships, etc. will cure me. For me there is instant death or living life in decay and I would not want to die anywhere else but here, in the house of Allah.
I did this all to myself. I chose to be a cheater, liar, manipulator, cancer, and what ever else I have been labeled. I had a prize with me, an angel 6 months ago, but I had to let it go because there was too much animosity and pain. I let that individual go because I know they deserved better and they are. But in the recent month or so I hurt that person too. I just keep hurting people and not recognizing the pain.
I decided to give my umrah one more go. I am going to the meeqat, and am going to sincerely repent, ask Allah for forgiveness, atone once more and see where I end up. Unfortunately I put too much stock into what other people think and I do not focus on myself. Despite being labelled all these type of issues, which I may or may not possess, or may have some traits of, I do not want to be this person anymore. I want to be a productive, viable and worthy individual who has something positive to offer. I know I have potential, and I am trying my best to tap into that. However, I am also in the camp that some people never change. They always have that fitnah in them to do harm. Once a "x" always and "x" and x can be anything from cheater, liar, abuser, or psycho.
Again, for anyone I hurt, whether here, or society at large, or in my family, or colleagues, I sincerely apologize. Obviously I haven't changed because being in my age range, I should have by now. If this umrah, in this sacred month does not change me, which is the equivalent but not substitute of Hajj, I am 100% willing to accept that this dunya is not for me, and I am not worthy of it.

Hi all,
I recently found out about GeForce now, and purchased Planet Coaster and Planet Zoo on Steam, which I always wanted to play but couldn't because I have a potato computer.
They both worked fine until today. Planet Zoo always had a short waiting, Planet Coaster had longer waiting times, but they would always load.
But since today, GeForce won't let me play Planet Coaster anymore. It says Planet Coaster is not supported in my area. Planet zoo still works (for now).
I'm bummed out because I just purchased most of the DLC's, and now I can't play with them
Are there any other Geforce users who are no longer able to play PC, or is it just me?
Or did anyone encounter this issue in the past and did you find a cause/solution?
Thanks!
(Btw I don't use any VPN or anything, and I bought the game and all DLC legally)

I had last posted about feeling suicidal a few days ago. Immediately I knew I needed to take action and I was. I was on a plane to Umrah. As soon as I landed I felt numb and realized my intention was not for the right purpose. I went straight to the hotel, took my ihraam off and fell asleep.
I realized my life has much bigger issues than I fathomed. I hoped doing umraah in Ramadan would help me gain perspective, atone for all my sins, help me get over my past and become a newer and improved person but my heart and Allah do not want that. I don't know what to do right now. I am sitting in my hotel, looking at the the harmain and asking Allah where did I go wrong.
I hurt so many people, from when I was a child to recently. I made people scared, fearful, threatened, and ruined their lives. I am scum and a parasite. People who know me, including people on this sub will affirm that. When I talk to them, they immediately run away when they find out who I am. I was just recently brought to light about the issues I have and suffer. For me, there is no cure. No amount of hajj, umrah, prayer, medicine, therapy, new relationships, etc. will cure me. For me there is instant death or living life in decay and I would not want to die anywhere else but here, in the house of Allah.
I did this all to myself. I chose to be a cheater, liar, manipulator, cancer, and what ever else I have been labeled. I had a prize with me, an angel 6 months ago, but I had to let it go because there was too much animosity and pain. I let that individual go because I know they deserved better and they are. But in the recent month or so I hurt that person too. I just keep hurting people and not recognizing the pain.
I decided to give my umrah one more go. I am going to the meeqat, and am going to sincerely repent, ask Allah for forgiveness, atone once more and see where I end up. Unfortunately I put too much stock into what other people think and I do not focus on myself. Despite being labelled all these type of issues, which I may or may not possess, or may have some traits of, I do not want to be this person anymore. I want to be a productive, viable and worthy individual who has something positive to offer. I know I have potential, and I am trying my best to tap into that. However, I am also in the camp that some people never change. They always have that fitnah in them to do harm. Once a "x" always and "x" and x can be anything from cheater, liar, abuser, or psycho.
Again, for anyone I hurt, whether here, or society at large, or in my family, or colleagues, I sincerely apologize. Obviously I haven't changed because being in my age range, I should have by now. If this umrah, in this sacred month does not change me, which is the equivalent but not substitute of Hajj, I am 100% willing to accept that this dunya is not for me, and I am not worthy of it.

i eat at home but once i’m in public and start paying attention to all the people around me i just can’t get myself to eat anything. especially in school

I had last posted about feeling suicidal a few days ago. Immediately I knew I needed to take action and I was. I was on a plane to Umrah. As soon as I landed I felt numb and realized my intention was not for the right purpose. I went straight to the hotel, took my ihraam off and fell asleep.
I realized my life has much bigger issues than I fathomed. I hoped doing umraah in Ramadan would help me gain perspective, atone for all my sins, help me get over my past and become a newer and improved person but my heart and Allah do not want that. I don't know what to do right now. I am sitting in my hotel, looking at the the harmain and asking Allah where did I go wrong.
I hurt so many people, from when I was a child to recently. I made people scared, fearful, threatened, and ruined their lives. I am scum and a parasite. People who know me, including people on this sub will affirm that. When I talk to them, they immediately run away when they find out who I am. I was just recently brought to light about the issues I have and suffer. For me, there is no cure. No amount of hajj, umrah, prayer, medicine, therapy, new relationships, etc. will cure me. For me there is instant death or living life in decay and I would not want to die anywhere else but here, in the house of Allah.
I did this all to myself. I chose to be a cheater, liar, manipulator, cancer, and what ever else I have been labeled. I had a prize with me, an angel 6 months ago, but I had to let it go because there was too much animosity and pain. I let that individual go because I know they deserved better and they are. But in the recent month or so I hurt that person too. I just keep hurting people and not recognizing the pain.
I decided to give my umrah one more go. I am going to the meeqat, and am going to sincerely repent, ask Allah for forgiveness, atone once more and see where I end up. Unfortunately I put too much stock into what other people think and I do not focus on myself. Despite being labelled all these type of issues, which I may or may not possess, or may have some traits of, I do not want to be this person anymore. I want to be a productive, viable and worthy individual who has something positive to offer. I know I have potential, and I am trying my best to tap into that. However, I am also in the camp that some people never change. They always have that fitnah in them to do harm. Once a "x" always and "x" and x can be anything from cheater, liar, abuser, or psycho.
Again, for anyone I hurt, whether here, or society at large, or in my family, or colleagues, I sincerely apologize. Obviously I haven't changed because being in my age range, I should have by now. If this umrah, in this sacred month does not change me, which is the equivalent but not substitute of Hajj, I am 100% willing to accept that this dunya is not for me, and I am not worthy of it.

25F, normal BMI, no medications other than BC. I was recently sick with some nasty cold on my chest / bronchials for 3 weeks. But I was 100% better the day I'm describing.
Last night a had 3 drinks, went to bed fine. I did have stressful day - as in I was in a bad mood all day for some reason and feeling stressed even though work wasn't thaaaat stressful. Woke up not feeling great. I have been to the ER before passing out after this same situation - dehydration and low blood pressure.
Except this time my heart suddenly starting speeding up, and it wasn't the normal elevated HR after drinking like 80s-90s, it hit 150 and it was the worst feeling of my life. I massively panicked which probably didn't help (flashback to all those 911 shows where they shock the persons heart back into rythm or give them that heart stopping medication).
But I did my best to control my heart via breath and got it to stop rising - and it stayed at around 110 for a while. Then went back down to 80s, but I went to the ER just in case because I got so scared.
The ER doc told me no heart damage via blood test, EKG looks fine, and told me he doesn't know what caused my episode. Any ideas? Obviously alcohol most likely trigger - but why would it do that after only 3 drinks? Is it a sign of another underlying condition (doc wouldn't say)???
Don't worry I will no longer be drinking and avoid every stimulant there is. But I'm still shaking and unable to sleep from the incident, because it was so scary and I don't feel 100% still but my vitals are okay. I wish I asked for something for the anxiety, not sure I'll be able to sleep tonight either.

I dug through some of my grandma’s old photos to find ones I think she might enjoy looking at at the nursing home. Mostly her beloved dad and stepmom, her as a kid, her brother, and then a few more recent photos of her and my grandpa.
I feel like she’ll enjoy them but I don’t want them to elicit any tough emotions she can’t handle. She apparently thought that grandpa had left her or had an affair but she now believes they’re getting back together. I think she just didn’t know why she wasn’t at home with him and that’s what made sense to her as a reason. They have had rocky times in the past but he is making her decisions and stuff now and visits regularly.
I didn’t include pictures of her mom because she wasn’t a very good mom. I’m keeping the photos but “back to the tub for you, Anna”. Lol. She’s still my great grandma but I don’t think putting her in this collection for grandma is a good move.
Anything else I should avoid or add? Has anyone ever had negative reactions to old photos? Thank you!

Dear Argentines! Urgent advice from the locals is needed
Yesterday I sold my phone through the Facebook marketplace. A local girl came and gave me hundred-dollar bills. They turned out to be 100% counterfeit. Fake. Every single bill.
I politely told her I had never seen dollars like that, let's go together to the exchange office across the street. She refused.
At that moment on the table there was besides my phone - Argentine pesos 15000 for change from dollars, because the price of the phone was not divided by 100, and the girl only had 100-dollar bills.
So, this girl took my 15,000 pesos while I was checking the dollars.
I didn't sell the phone, she quickly left the cafe, and I didn't remember about those 15,000 pesos until 10 minutes later. I called the police, they took me to the station, and they filed a report.
NOW ATTENTION PLEASE. Today my girlfriend posted the same ad on facebook from her account, and she was written by the same girl who tried to cheat me yesterday, from the same account.
We have already arranged to meet today.
Please give me some advice. What is the best thing to do? Should I call the police right away, or should I first offer to give her the money back herself? Or what would you advise to do in general here in Argentina in these situations? I am a foreigner and have only been living here for six months.
Basically this girl tried to cheat me out of $1000 in counterfeit bills, she failed, but she stole my 15000 pesos.
Thank you!

Hi All,
I recently upped my dose of Sertraline from 150 to 200mg. Reason for this was my obsessiveness about finding the best drug took over my life. It was all I was researching, therefore I thought I would increase dose to see if this helps.
Since upping my dose I don’t have any anxiety but I have become unemotional, forgetful, brain fog, loss of libido and feeling not really interested in anything.
I went to the doctors a couple of weeks ago and they prescribed me Buspirone as the other medications I spoke with them about said had to be prescribed by a specialist.
I have an appointment next week and just don’t know what to do/how to approach this. They have referred me to a specialist but it can be a very long time until you get an appointment.
My main diagnosis/symptoms are GAD and OCPD I think as I am very obsessive and mind always has to be occupied. This could be as little as deciding what car tyres to buy or as big as making decisions at work. Once this is solved I’ll move onto the next thing…
Any tips or advice would be greatly appreciated!

I don't want to have random people at my home because they found out who I am in real life. I did have a pen pall I got from Reddit but she stopped communicating with me. Anyway is it true that someone could figure out who I am just based on my first name?

Hey everyone,
I recently had my dissertation prospectus approved by my committee and am now awaiting final signatures. In the meantime, I recently earned a grant that will cover the printing costs and materials associated with my prospectus. However, I was hoping to try and obtain a more competitive grant that would have paid a salary over the summer alongside a grant for my dissertation project itself. This grant was denied since I had to have a prospectus on file based on my program level. Although I saw there had to be a prospectus, I thought that my program accepted my Master's thesis from a different program was enough but apparently it was not. Despite trying to argue for an extension, the graduate school did not budge on their decision.
My advisor encouraged me to find grants outside of my university, but I am having some difficulty based on 1.) deadlines that have passed already at this point in the semester and 2.) difficulty finding resources that list available grants. Is there a database or a website that lists existing research grants based on field? Mine is experimental psychology, although its worth noting that it is related to reading comprehension so it is an applied topic as well.

“Remember, in long division you have to divide each digit one at a time. Now, can anyone come up and solve this problem using long division?” Mrs. Heneshaw pointed to the chalkboard where she had written the number 76 over the number 456 with a thick line in between. “Anyone?” Looking around the room, her eyes settled on a student, “Trevor?”
Trevor looked up from his drawing, a fair impression of Mrs. Heneshaw, he thought, though she’d likely disagree. The horns were probably a bit much, he admitted. As he glanced at the board, Trevor answered “Six.” He didn’t elaborate, he never did. He’d gotten in trouble for it before. He just didn’t understand why teachers needed him to ‘show his work.’ Did they not know how to do it? He always got the answers right. That should be enough.
“Would you like to come up to the board and show the class how you solved that?” Trevor know she thought he was cheating. He wasn’t. He’d even taken his last test in the principal’s office and still got all the answers right. But Trevor got up and walked to the board anyway. As he went, he tried to break the problem on the board into smaller pieces that he could solve one at a time, hoping to avoid another trip to the principal. By the time he reached the board, he’d all but given up. He just couldn’t think the way these teachers wanted.
As Mrs. Heneshaw handed him the chalk, the door to the classroom opened and one of the school secretaries stepped in and exchanged some whispered words with the teacher. Trevor only caught a few words, “attack,” “quiet,” “shelter,” but he knew what would come next. He was just old enough to remember the 9/11 attacks, many of his classmates didn’t, but he was in the principal’s office when it happened and had seen the broadcast as the second plane hit before the staff noticed him and ushered him out. Next, the teachers would stop classes and everyone’s parents would come get them.
When Mrs. Heneshaw spoke, her voice was missing its usual sternness, a note of fear replacing it, “Class, please gather your things and form an orderly line. We’re going to take a little field trip.” Trevor returned to his seat and started putting his things in his bag, wondering where the attack had happened. A few minutes later, the class was out in the hallway. All the classes were out in the hallway and the teachers were trying to direct everyone but no one was listening. The hallway was filled with a cacophony of “what’s happening?” and “where are we going?” Trevor heard one of the girls start crying. Soon, a number of the children were crying, especially from the younger classes.
Then a booming “QUIET!” silenced the hallway. A few children still whimpered but even the most upset had been stunned to silence by the unexpected shout, no, roar from Mr. Grimes, the high school football coach. He continued in a calmer but no less commanding voice, “Everyone follow me quietly. We are going downstairs for a little while.” Downstairs? Why are we going downstairs? Aren’t our parents coming to get us?
The students moved quietly as the teachers led them toward the administration wing. As they walked through, Trevor saw one TV, still on and showing CNN. The scroll at the bottom read ‘Beijing, Delhi, Tokyo, others destroyed’ in large, white letters. The man on the screen was saying, “…do not know at this time who perpetrated the attacks but we do have new guidance from the White House ordering all Americans to seek shelter and stay indoors. We do not know if a second round of attacks is coming or if this was a nuclear first strike…” Nuclear?! Like, bombs?!? Was this another terrorist attack or not?
As Trevor moved out of earshot of the television, he saw their destination, a door leading to a stairway lit by dim yellow bulbs. It looked like something out of the horror films his sister and her friends liked to watch. At the base of the stairs, the likeness grew even more as he passed through a large, metal door into a bare, concrete room filled already with students. Trevor saw some of the football players carrying the large, round coolers we use at parties and games over to a folding table set up along one wall. He looked frantically for his sister, the calm he felt earlier beginning to turn to panic. What is this place? Why are we here? What’s happening? Where are our parents?
“Trevor!” The voice from behind him brought a small amount of relief as he turned to see his sister coming toward him. He latched onto her and started crying. Rather than pushing him away or yelling like she normally would, she grabbed him back, hugging him until it hurt. “Are you ok?” she asked with genuine concern in her voice. She must be as scared as I am. “What’s happening? Was there another attack?” Trevor knew she wouldn’t know any more than he did, probably less, he’d seen the news broadcast after all, but he asked anyway, he didn’t know what else to do.
“I don’t know,” her voice comforting even while she wiped a tear from her cheek, “but we’re safe down here. This is an old bomb shelter from the Cold War. They built it to withstand nukes. Nothing can get us down here.” Trevor wasn’t sure what the Cold War was but he’d heard of nukes and thought something that could survive those must be pretty safe. Just as Trevor began to feel reassured by his sister’s words, the lights flickered. Then they flickered again. Then they went out entirely.
Screams filled the enclosed space. Children, adults, everyone. Trevor clung tightly to his sister, his pulse racing as his eyes darted desperately for any sign of light. We’re going to die. We’re going to die. We’re going to die!
Suddenly a light came on, just a flashlight, but in that moment, it was the most beautiful thing Trevor had ever seen. Soon, more lights were found; a number of small electric lanterns that were in an old metal cabinet near the back of the room. As the room finally started to quiet again, Mr. Grimes climbed up on top of one of the few chairs in the room.
The commanding edge from the coach’s voice was gone, replaced by a reassuring confidence, “I know everyone is scared and you don’t know what’s going on. But we are all safe here. We’ve got lights, and water, and I think Ben just found some old games. Now this is gonna be just like a camping trip. We’ll sit here and play some games by lantern light until things settle down.”
Things never did settle down though. That was nine years ago; day one of the War.

Dear Argentines! Urgent advice from the locals is needed
Yesterday I sold my phone through the Facebook marketplace. A local girl came and gave me hundred-dollar bills. They turned out to be 100% counterfeit. Fake. Every single bill.
I politely told her I had never seen dollars like that, let's go together to the exchange office across the street. She refused.
At that moment on the table there was besides my phone - Argentine pesos 15000 for change from dollars, because the price of the phone was not divided by 100, and the girl only had 100-dollar bills.
So, this girl took my 15,000 pesos while I was checking the dollars.
I didn't sell the phone, she quickly left the cafe, and I didn't remember about those 15,000 pesos until 10 minutes later. I called the police, they took me to the station, and they filed a report.
NOW ATTENTION PLEASE. Today my girlfriend posted the same ad on facebook from her account, and she was written by the same girl who tried to cheat me yesterday, from the same account.
We have already arranged to meet today.
Please give me some advice. What is the best thing to do? Should I call the police right away, or should I first offer to give her the money back herself? Or what would you advise to do in general here in Argentina in these situations? I am a foreigner and have only been living here for six months.
Basically this girl tried to cheat me out of $1000 in counterfeit bills, she failed, but she stole my 15000 pesos.
Thank you!

I was 15 and thought he would be around FOREVERRRR. I did everything I could to show him off. "Look at me. I have a bOoOyFrIeNd." Yeah, I'm glad I'm older and more mature. I look at her videos and cringe, because how old is she? I was acting like that at 15. Not dang near 30 🥴 It's really weird AF. I'm happy she thinks he's going to stick around and be with her forever, but the reality is, he isn't. The only reason he is with her is because she enables him. She showers him with money. She helps provide the drugs/alcohol and clubs. ( I was in a relationship with an addict. I was an enabler. Sad to admit, but I was young and dumb. As soon as I started jumping his ass to get his shit straight, he bounced.) She's trying to prove us all wrong, but let's be real here and face the facts. Noah is not in love with her. That man is miserable. But he tolerates her because he gets his high. People do dumb shit to get their fix....

Long post and on mobile so apologies in advance
In around mid-January, I (F23) had dinner at my dad (M50) and stepmother’s (F35) house, along with my partner (M23), my best friend (F20s), and her partner (M20s) who I live with. Also in attendance were my step-sister (F9) and my younger brother (M15)
After dinner, we were all sitting around the couch having a conversation. We arrived on the topic of my other brother (M21) and the fact he had recently become a dad. Long story short, the summary is that it has not been an easy time for him in terms of communication with his son’s bio mother, and he’s had a lot on his plate lately. I made the joke of “Like father like son, neither of you can keep your insert noun here out of crazy” (My dads last long term partner caused me and my brothers a significant amount of trauma, and the relationship lasted almost 10 years) While tasteless, it’s common between families to get in a little ribbing, and mine is less than innocent. This was not a joke my own father or bother hadn’t made at their own expense many times before. There was a good chuckle from everyone in the room (sans little sister, not an appropriate topic and she was showering) My dad looked at me and said “Wait, didn’t you “hang out with your ‘dealer’ for free ‘things?’”
Backstory: in 2020 I was SA’ed by a tinder match. I had let my parents know at the time as I had no idea what steps to take. I also worked for him and my stepmother at the time, so I was around them often while dealing with my own fallout.
Taken aback but willing to give the benefit of the doubt, I calmly said “No, I was SA’ed by that man. I have never done an act like that in my life” He insisted I was wrong, said that’s not how it had happened no matter my insistence. I was appalled and embarrassed, especially with the company that was present. I just said to drop it and the conversation moved on. I got up to leave about 5-10 minutes later because there was no way I was staying any longer but I hadn’t wanted to jump up and race out the door. As we were putting our shoes on, he looked over to me and had a look of realization come across his face. He said “Wait, you were assaulted?” I turned to him and said “you don’t know everything do you, huh” and left. Around 3 hours later I receive a text from my stepmother along the lines of “hey, we walked in at the end of a conversation and heard you say that specifically at your moms house. I remember because I was amazed you had said it in front of your partner. Are you having memory loss issues?”
At this point I was blown away by the audacity and decided to let it lie for the night. I texted them in the morning, and long story short my dad semi-apologized and my stepmom said nothing. I told them I needed some space for a bit but that I still loved them. We’ve been LC since.
Fast forward to Wednesday. Me and my dad have been talking more, I haven’t been to his house but there’s been a few family events for the new baby and my birthday recently passed, as well as me calling him more often just to catch up. We had to visit Secretary of State to amend my car title to solely my name. I asked if he would want to grab dinner after.
At dinner, I brought up how I was going to be talking to my stepmom soon but didn’t want to leave him blindsided. I never received an apology from her. And there was also a separate incident with her in November that had left me hurt. He basically asked if I really expected her to apologize. That it would get me nowhere. And that they had nothing to apologize for. That I had blown up the situation through misunderstanding. That I was the reason we hadn’t spoken. And that my stepmom was shutting my out on purpose for what happened in November because she assumes it was my fault, as she admitted she can’t remember it correctly.
There are many more details and words shared about other topics, and he circled back to the January event and how I needed to move on as it was my fault. Realizing that the conversation had become less than constructive, I took my time to leave. I said I was not going to be told I was wrong again for defending myself, and I left the restaurant. He sent me a text in the morning asking how I would feel about a mediation session. At this point I don’t know what I would get out of it. So Reddit, AITAH for wanting my parents to apologize?

So we met last weekend (he works as a waiter in a restaurant) when I gave him my number and we had our first date in the week. I’m M24 and he is M22.
All over the weekend, we were texting back and forth. Was going really well.
Here comes the first date. He asked loads of questions, we spent hours with each other chatting away before we realised the time and that he had to get to work. Throughout the date there was lots of ‘little moments’. Stuff like where he had something stuck in his boot (we were walking through the forest) so I held his hand to keep him sturdy. A few moments where I nearly slipped and he held me up. Or like when I showed him a particular ring I wear and he put it back on my finger for me. Nothing massive but definitely a few of those ‘spark’ moments when you touch. At the end, there was no generic ‘we should do this again sometime’ before leaving, but rather we stayed around our cars chatting. He even said “I’ll defo see you again”. We brainstormed ideas of what we could do next, and he said he wanted to arrange the next one (as I arranged the first) and was asking me questions like “do you like Turkish food” so was definitely thinking about where we could go. We even settled on what day we could both do, and said we would to head into London for that evening. He was telling me how he is at a family wedding the coming days and was talking all about the family drama etc. He then put his hand on my shoulder and said “you might meet them one day and you’ll understand what I’m talking about!”. We ended with a really close hug before we went separate ways. Great vibes, great guy, flirty, neither of us were inappropriate with the other etc, and we had the next date planned. Overall - green flags all round. He also texted me first after the date saying “thanks for today, was nice x”.
The last few days he’s been away for a family wedding so has been really slow at replying - completely understand that and no issues at all.
Then yesterday morning he texted explaining his mate surprised him with theatre tickets on his only day off (when our second date was planned) and apologised saying he may have to reschedule. I played it chill, saying “That’s sounds cool, you seeing anything nice? But no stress all good with me, just let me know a date that works instead x”. This morning (24 hours later) he replied with “Will do x”.
Now I do know he is super busy. But would you say he is slow-ghosting? I don’t see how I can respond to that ‘will do’ text as I left the ball in his court and he hasn’t (as yet) come back with any alternative date suggestions. But at the same time why say all those things on the first date and continue replying (albeit slowly) if he wasn’t interested?
It’s confusing because all the green flags were there, and I may be overthinking where he’s just waiting to get his rota from work.
But would anyone have any takes or advice on the situation? I almost want to ask him “are you still interested?” but it’s only been one date and that’s a bit needy.
So yeah, any advice to help make sense of the situation would be much appreciated!!